Party of Four

((This extra is a short side-story with some side characters from Harem House. This takes place after Chapter 25, after Arthur and the others have left the stadium.))

The group date was going well. Carnival games had favored Brad, letting him decimate Arthur in front of Jen. Not that Brad disliked Arthur. They were friends, but Arthur was the better actor, singer, dancer, stronger lifter, and faster runner. Beating Arthur at something was always a rush, even if his five girlfriends were there to soften the blow. 

Lunch had been fun, too. Brad could tell that the four of them and the six of Arthur’s crew got along well.

Then there were more carnival games, tailgating, and, of course, the homecoming game. Now, the game was over, and the home team, the Wolves, had won by field goal kick from the thirty-five-yard line. The game was intense, and Brad, Jen, Maria, and Mark were riding high.

“So, the Alpha Theta Epsilon party. That’s the plan, right?” Jen asked Maria since she’d organized this blind date for Jen and Brad. 

“If we want! Or we could go hang at one of our apartments or something.” Maria shrugged and checked their faces for interest. 

“Arthur mentioned a private party? Something smaller sounds chill. Should we go to that?” Jen asked. Arthur and his crew had left the game slightly early. 

Brad laughed. “I uh… I think that was a euphemism. They’re probably back at his place, doing… whatever they do.” He tried not to imagine Arthur fucking his five hot girlfriends but failed. 

“Are you jealous?” Jen asked. “Of Arthur?” 

“No.” Brad said at once. “We’ve always been competitive, but in a good way. We push each other at the gym, that kind of thing.”

Jen smiled. “You don’t think you could get six girlfriends and pull ahead?” 

Brad laughed. “I’m just working on getting one girlfriend right now.” 

Jen smirked. “Smooth.” 

The group started shuffling toward the exit with the rest of the crowd. They became droplets in the river, trying to stay close enough to each other to converse.

“Seriously though, have you ever considered polyamory?” Jen asked. 

Brad shrugged. “Not really. It sounds weird, but that might be because it wasn’t the norm how I grew up.” 

Mark laughed. “Doesn’t seem to bother them. Arthur’s living the dream.” 

Maria smacked Mark’s arm. 

“What? I’m just saying.” Mark defended himself. “Everyone’s had the threesome fantasy, right? He gets to live the dream with five really hot girls.” 

“I don’t think that fantasy is as universal as you think.” Maria frowned. 

“Oh, come on.” Jen said, surprising Brad and Mark. “You’ve never fantasized about having two guys?” 

Maria blushed, heating her tan skin a shade darker. She glanced at Brad, but he didn’t notice. 

Jen laughed. “There’s a reason threesomes are one of the most popular porn categories.” She shrugged. “The desire is natural. More of something you love, right?” 

Brad shrugged. 

“Oh, like you haven’t fantasized about sleeping with two girls?” Jen asked. 

Brad looked uncomfortable. “I mean… I’ve fantasized about threesomes.” He said. “But I’ve never had one.” 

“I haven’t either.” Mark said. 

“Well, we’ll see how the rest of tonight goes.” Jen winked at Brad, who looked confused. 

“Come on, let’s get to Greek Street.” Mark said, pulling Maria by the hand. 

Greek Street was less of a street and more of a square. Fraternities and sororities on campus didn’t have official university buildings. They were, technically, off-campus, though adjacent. The street across the field from the stadium was commonly called Greek Street, but the official township called it something else.

Brad considered it a square because of the four large houses built and used by four Greek organizations. One was the sorority Alpha Theta Epsilon, of which Jen and Maria were members. 

“Wow, they’re going all out.” Brad said. 

Maria, Mark, Brad, and Jen walked out of the stadium, across the field, across the street, and into the Alpha Theta Epsilon house party to celebrate their Homecoming victory. The party noise was faint at the stadium but overwhelming at the door. The four houses were competing for the rowdiest party. 

Drinks in hand, the group shuffled into the yard and the garden. Caleb’s band set up on a makeshift stage on the patio, a dozen feet from the pool. The fire pit on the opposite side of the pool had a crowd surrounding the brick-laid circle. They found a spot on a wooden bench beside two stumps, and the four started talking.

“So your friends were fun, if dramatic.” Jen said. 

Brad chuckled. “You mean Arthur?” He nodded. “Yeah. He’s got a flair for drama. Comes with the theater gig.” 

Maria laughed. “Yvonne’s the dramatic one. She’s been stirring up trouble.” 

“And that Lynn girl? What was with her and Kelly?” Jen asked. 

“I have no idea, but piecing it together, it sounded like she had a history with Arthur from high school.” Mark shrugged and sipped his drink. 

“Was Arthur a local?” Jen asked. 

“Crofton City.” Brad answered. “He grew up there.” 

“Cool.” Jen said. “I’m from Maryland, just outside of DC.” 

Brad took a sip of his drink. “Nice. I have a cousin who lives near there. My dad’s from California, but we moved to Miami when I was little, and now he lives in New York.” 

Jen raised an eyebrow. “Did you move around a lot as a kid?” 

Brad nodded. “Yeah. My dad changed companies every two years.” He shrugged. 

“And what does your mom do?” Jen asked. 

Maria winced. 

“My mom died when I was a kid. Cancer.” He said. “I’ve had… three stepmoms since then.” Brad needed to calculate the women in his head to ensure he was on the correct number. “My dad is… he cheats on them, gets divorced, marries the woman he cheated with, and the cycle continues. He’s kinda gross.” 

Jen frowned. “That’s rough.” 

Brad shrugged. “If he went to therapy, he’d be able to break the cycle, but he believes mental health is hokum. His words. I’d have better luck getting him to sit for a seance than a therapy session.” 

“And you don’t believe that?” Jen asked. 

Brad looked shocked. “Of course not. I go to therapy once a week, and I put in the work every day. Mental health is as important as physical health.” 

It was Jen’s turn to look surprised. “Sorry.” She said when Brad caught her expression. “It’s just that most guys avoid therapy like the plague. For you to be so open is refreshing.” 

Brad shrugged. “There’s a stigma, for sure.” 

Jen nodded. 

Brad knew the older generations had baggage around mental health, and that carried down, but people their age embraced the concept. Everyone had trauma, and life was rough. Therapy and the tools his therapist gave him helped him handle the curveballs and pursue healthy solutions. That same instinct drove older generations to religion, in Brad’s opinion. 

“It’s one of those unspoken expectations of society that men don’t go to therapy, but pursue their mental health to be healthy.” Mark shrugged, then continued when Jen gave him a look. “You know how society puts unspoken and often unfair expectations on women?” Mark asked. 

Jen nodded. 

“It’s the same for guys. We just get different expectations. Like we have to be soft and understanding, but we can’t be weak or infirm. We have to be feminists, but primal to be attractive to women.” Mark explained.

Maria clamped her hand on Mark’s thigh. “I think that whole ‘women are only attracted to bad boys’ thing is bullshit.” 

“Maybe.” Brad shrugged. “But then you set the expectations that men be nice guys while expecting them to not desire women.” 

“Nice guys who are only nice because they want sex aren’t nice guys.” Jen pointed out the obvious.

“I agree.” Brad said. “But even nice guys are human beings. They’re going to have desires, just like women do. And women do the same thing with different motives. Women who are only nice to guys because they want their attention or resources aren’t nice women.”

“Agreed.” Jen said. “What about women who are nice for sex? What if we just want sex and not a relationship? Are we immoral sluts?” 

Brad shrugged. “I don’t know. I guess the key is communication and consent, right? If everyone knows the deal and consents, then you’re good.”

“And when people become resentful and want something their partner isn’t willing to give?” Maria asked.

“People change.” Mark said. “And consent isn’t indefinite. It can change; people can withdraw consent whenever they need to. So when someone’s desires change, or they were dishonest, and the problem comes to light, they have every right to reevaluate the relationship.”

Maria nodded. Nobody was arguing; they were just expanding on each other’s ideas. Brad was quiet. He sighed. 

“What’s up?” Mark asked. 

“Nothing. I just…” Brad hesitated, and the others waited for him to continue. “I dunno, man. I think people who get married should work things out and stay married, but what you said is a very logical, ethical argument for divorce.”

Mark shrugged. “I guess so, but I was thinking more about dating. I guess. People who get married should have learned to communicate by then, and tell each other their expectations so there are no surprises.” 

“That’s why many people don’t get married.” Jen said. “We’re young. I have no idea who I’ll be ten years from now. How could I possibly guarantee someone I’ll still love them?” 

“We’re a romantic bunch.” Maria said. She sighed at her sarcasm. 

Mark kissed her cheek. 

“So, what are you looking for in a relationship?” Jen asked Brad. “Are you looking to get married? Or for sex?” 

“I’d prefer marriage to be on the table one day.” Brad admitted. “I don’t know if I believe it’s realistic, but I admire the idea of loving someone so much that I want to spend the rest of my life with them.” 

“So you want commitment, not just fun?” Jen asked. 

Brad nodded. “One day. When I’m ready for the long term. What about you?” 

Jen shrugged. “We’re young and in college. I’ve been having fun.” 

“Is that what you’re looking for, just fun?” Brad asked. 

“I’m not opposed to settling down.” Jen explained. “The people I’ve dated haven’t been the right people to settle down with, and I hate the idea of settling. I’m not on board with monogamy as the default expectation anymore than heterosexuality being the default.” 

“Are you… bi?” Brad asked. Her use of ‘people’ instead of ‘guys’ prompted the question. 

“I’m open to experiences.” Jen said. “So I’ve dated a few guys, a few girls, and a few non-binary people. What about you? Are you open to experiences?” 

Brad shrugged. “I guess so. I’m pretty straight, though.” 

“I’m bi.” Mark volunteered. 

“Really?” Brad asked, surprised. “You never told me that.” 

“I don’t think my sexuality was important.” Mark shrugged. “I’m not flamboyant, and my sexuality is my business, and my partner’s, not everybody’s in the world. I’ve never been in a committed relationship with a guy. Though, I’ve had a few experiences with some over the years.” 

Maria stroked his leg. 

“But I’m with Maria now, so I’m Maria-sexual.” Mark said. 

Maria laughed and kissed him. Jen and Brad faced each other as Mark and Maria started making out in the dim shadows by the firelight. The music started from the stage, and Caleb’s band started playing a cover of High Hopes by Panic! at the Disco. 

Jen pulled Brad to his feet, and they joined the crowd dancing, their beers in one hand and holding each other’s hands with the other. The beat was danceable, and they were both smiling. 

Jen gazed up at Brad. His muscular features gave him a firm jawline, and his T-shirt looked good on him. Its tight quarter sleeves showed off his arms. The hem tucked into his jeans, showing off a flat stomach and hinting at the abs beneath. He was handsome with a style that made him look like a “bro.” On first appearance, Jen had braced for the worst. Discovering he was into comics, musical theater, and the same board games Jen loved proved a delightful surprise. Maria was a better matchmaker than Jen gave her credit for. 

He had a cute butt, too. Jen admired his ass as he spun. His dancing was goofy but intentionally so. He knew how to move to the rhythm, and Jen’s laugh bubbled out of her throat as he dipped her, supporting her with one arm. She came to her feet laughing, and Brad returned to dancing. 

Jen finished her beer, and the music shifted as they wrapped up the song and transitioned into a Hozier song. Jen smiled up at Brad and looked past him. Mark and Maria were still kissing by the fire, holding each other. Jen bit her bottom lip and looked up at Brad. Brad returned her gaze and kept dancing. They danced for a dozen songs before Jen took matters into her own hands. 

Jen gazed at Brad and moved in closer. Brad took her hint. He closed most of the distance, and she completed the kiss. He kissed her, and Jen closed her eyes. Their lips were soft and tasted like the same beer, but neither minded that. Her tongue slid past his lips, and Brad jolted in surprise but accepted her. His tongue played with hers, and their kiss bloomed in passion as she pressed against him while they danced. Her breasts were soft against his rigid abdomen, and his shoulders were round and tense beneath her grip. 

“You want to go upstairs?” Jen asked. 

“Uh…” Brad said. “Are you sure?” 

Jen giggled. “I’ll let Mark and Maria know. They might need a room soon if they keep going at that rate.” She nodded toward them, and she and Brad could see Maria’s hand working over Mark’s jeans while Mark’s cupped one of her breasts. 

Brad raised his eyebrows. “That’s the most PDA I’ve seen them do.” 

Jen laughed. “Look around, buddy.” 

Brad did and saw what Jen saw. The firepit had become where the couples were going at it. Some were cheered on or laughed at by their friends, but no one cared. Mark and Maria were tame compared to the couple across from them. 

A tall senior girl in short shorts and a crop top with short-cropped black hair held a bikini-clad brunette straddling her lap. They made out, necking and rubbing each other as if tonight was their last night alive. They were gathering attention from the guys near the pool but didn’t care. Their world was only as large as the two of them. 

Brad realized Jen had snuck away. He spotted her with her hand on Maria’s shoulder, whispering. Maria and Mark glanced at Brad, and Jen slunk away and returned to Brad’s side. She took him by the hand and led him away from the group. 

“I told them to find us if they need a place away from prying eyes.” Jen told Brad as she took him across the patio. 

“Oh…” Brad said, confused. “Okay.” 

Jen took him through the kitchen and pulled him up the rear stairwell to a hallway. The rooms here were single-occupant and small, with a shared bathroom. Jen took him three doors down to her room and unlocked the deadbolt. “It pays to lock the door on party nights.” She said, opening the door to welcome Brad into her room. 

Jen had a surprisingly enormous bed. In the back left corner, small shelves supported a queen-sized bed. The shelves at the foot and side displayed a collection of graphic novels that captured Brad’s attention. Jen smiled. 

“Fables!” Brad said, moving toward the F section of the shelf on the wall beside her desk. 

“I have the spin-offs, too.” Jen said. 

“Nice.” Brad commented, his eyes still scanning the graphic novels on the shelves. 

“You wanna read some comics?” Jen asked. 

“Oh… no, we don’t have to if you’d prefer something else.” Brad said, struggling with two separate desires. 

Jen smiled. “You’re cute when you lie. I can make it up to you. Who’s your favorite female character?” 

“From Fables?” Brad asked. 

“From comics in general.” Jen said. “I do cosplay.” She gestured to her closet. “If you want to roleplay.” 

Brad’s eyes went wide. “I uh…” 

“Supergirl?” Jen asked. “You look like you’d enjoy a short skirt.” 

Brad blushed. 

“Batgirl?” Jen continued her query. “Black Canary? Or are you more into Marvel? I’ve got a Miss Marvel costume, the black swimsuit version with the sash. Or Black Cat? MJ? I also have a Spider-Girl costume from the M2 universe. So I guess it’s a Ben Reilly costume, too, but it won’t fit you.” 

“How the fuck are you still single?” Brad asked. 

Jen looked surprised at him. 

“Sorry.” Brad shook his head. “I just mean… you’re like… the perfect girl.” 

Jen blushed. “It’s cute you think so.” 

“No, seriously.” Brad said. “I… can I kiss you?” 

“I’d be disappointed if you didn’t.” Jen said. “I invited you up here, after all. You have my consent to do whatever you want. We can sit and read comics, or we can–” 

Brad cut her off by kissing her, pulling her closer to him. Her body pressed against his, and his erection pressed against her thigh through his jeans. She slid her tongue into his mouth. He held her there, and they made out until Jen could hardly stand it. Jen wondered if he’d ever work up the nerve to do more than kiss. 

She made the first move, groping him through his jeans and rubbing her hand along his shaft. Brad’s size wasn’t the biggest she had experienced, but it was respectable in length and girth. She wondered how his stamina was. 

Brad took off his shirt, and Jen followed, tossing her top onto the floor. Brad paused, taking her in with his eyes. Her breasts weren’t as large as Maria’s, but they were round and perky in her push-up bra. She hesitated momentarily but pulled off her bra, too, tossing it to the floor. Her nipples were larger than she preferred, but Brad didn’t mind. She giggled as he knelt in front of her and stood on his knees, taking her nipple into his mouth. 

“Fuck.” Jen combed her fingers through his hair, and Brad switched breasts. “That feels weird.” 

“Bad weird?” Brad asked, pulling away. 

“No.” Jen shook her head and pulled him back into place. “Just… weird.” 

Brad grinned and returned to sucking and groping. Jen enjoyed his playful licking and sucking, but his massaging got her going. His grip on her thighs held her there as he squeezed and massaged her. He squeezed her ass and rubbed her between the legs with his other hand, still outside the jeans. 

“Stand up.” Jen said. 

Brad rose, and she kissed him, making out. She reached between them and put her hand into his jeans somewhat awkwardly, feeling for his dick and stroking him. He returned the gesture, sliding his hand into her pants and rubbing outside her panties until she could hardly stand. 

“Take those pants off.” Jen said as she fumbled with the button on her jeans. “Do you have a condom?” 

“Yeah.” Brad said, pulling out his wallet. “Mark gave me one in case today went well.” 

“You don’t carry them around all the time? A hot guy like you?” Jen asked with incredulity in her tone. 

“Only at parties.” Brad shrugged. 

Jen nodded. “You should start carrying them all the time.” 

“Okay.” Brad would not argue with the idea of carrying them if Jen was offering spontaneous sex in the future. The suggestion that this wouldn’t be their only time encouraged him. 

With his jeans on the floor, his briefs followed, and Jen pushed him back onto her bed before she climbed on top, her panties still on. 

“Give it to me, Superman.” Jen kissed Brad’s neck. “Give me that thick Kryptonian dick.” 

“Uh…” Brad struggled to speak and put a condom on at the same time. “Okay.” He said, sliding her panties to the side and notching himself against Jen. 

Jen was hot, wet, and ready. She slid back onto Brad’s dick as he thrust forward, and she squeezed him inside her. 

“Fuck.” Brad grunted in a low, deep growl that wet Jen’s insides. 

“Mmm.” Jen’s high-pitched squeal answered him and she gripped his shoulders as she lowered her body against his. “You don’t have to be gentle.” She whispered into Brad’s ear. “Fuck me as hard as you want.” 

Brad twitched inside her, and she smiled. He was hesitant and uncertain, but she moved with him as he planted his feet and gripped her by her small, wavy hips. Brad met her gaze, and she nodded, gazing at him from above. 

He thrust slowly at first, and she rocked against him until he picked up the pace. She braced her arms above him, pushing against the headboard of her bed, her medium-sized breasts dangling toward his face. He took the invitation and sucked on them again, biting her nipple gently between his teeth as he increased his pace. 

“Yessssss.” Jen breathed. “Fuck me, Superman! Fuck me!” 

Brad grinned, an odd look with her nipple in his mouth, but he started moving faster, slamming harder and harder. He jostled her as he hip-raised his thrusts and pistoned in and out of her at speed. He released her tit and craned his head back, breathing as best he could. Jen lowered her lips to his exposed throat and sucked and kissed, swirling her tongue against his skin. 

“I’m going to–” Brad gasped. 

“No.” Jen said. “Not yet.” 

Brad slowed. 

“Keep going.” Jen said. “I’m almost there.” 

“Almost” proved a debatable term, but Brad did his best. He kept going at speed and kept his eyes on Jen as she bounced with every thrust. Minutes passed, but Brad was patient, and Jen was determined. 

“Use your hands…” Jen told him. “Rub my clit while I–that’s it!” She closed her eyes as he rubbed her clit with his thumb. The pressure drove her over the edge, and she cried out in a high-pitched grunt that shoved Brad over the edge. He squeezed her breasts and exploded, filling the condom in her as she squeezed him with her thighs. 

“Oh!” Jen gasped, coming down from her high as they eased out of their spasms. “Fuck.”

“You okay?” Brad asked. 

“Yeah.” Jen said, breathless. “Just coming down.” She lowered herself to his chest. “You really are a Superman.” She said, patting his chest. 

Brad laughed. “I’ll be your Superman anytime you need me.” 

They lay there until Jen grew uncomfortable. She lifted herself off Brad and rolled over, exposing his condom-clad dick. She pulled the rubber off him, to his surprise, and tied the end before dumping the loaded condom in her trash can beside the bed. 

“How long do you need before round two?” Jen asked. “Would a blowjob help?” 

Brad looked surprised. “I mean… I won’t say no. What guy would say no to a blowjob?” 

Jen smiled and tied her curly black hair behind her head with a scrunchie. “You want me au naturale or in costume?” 

“Do you want to do it in costume?” Brad asked. “You’ve mentioned them a few times now…” 

Jen blushed. 

“I’m into it.” Brad assured her. 

Jen smiled. Her face was alight with her bright, white teeth. 

“Pick out your sexiest costume.” 

Jen slid off the bed and trotted over to her closet. Brad watched her jiggling ass peeking out from her panties and felt his blood flow redirect at the sight. 

“Something that shows off your ass.” Brad suggested. “You’ve got a great ass.” 

“Thanks.” Jen bent at the waist to show off her butt as she peeled her periwinkle panties over her round, jiggling cheeks, pale thighs, and slender calves. She straightened and dug through her closet. 

Jen was partway through picking an outfit when there was a knock at the door. She looked at Brad, who slid under the covers. She hid behind the door, cracked it ajar, and smiled. Jen whispered, then closed the door. She returned to the bed. 

“Who was it?” Brad asked. 

“Maria.” Jen said. “And Mark.” 

“Oh.” Brad said. 

“Are you okay if I let them in?” Jen asked. 

“Oh. Sure, I guess. Should we get dressed and give them the room?” Brad asked. 

“We could.” Jen nodded. “Or we could share the room?” 

Brad looked confused, then his eyes flared as he realized what Jen was suggesting. 

Jen held up her hands. “If you’re not into that, that’s okay. But… it might be hot.” 

Brad’s eyes darted between her and the door a few times. 

“If it helps, from what Maria’s told me, you have the bigger dick.” Jen said. 

“Is it weird that it does help?” Brad asked. 

Jen giggled. “You men and your dicks.” She shook her head. “Is that a yes?” 

“Yeah.” Brad nodded. “I’m up for whatever. If they want to share the room, I’m fine with that.” 

Jen nodded and kissed him. “You won’t regret it, Superman.” 

Brad smiled and watched Jen’s ass jiggle again as she trotted to the door, hid behind it, and opened it. Mark and Maria stepped through, blinking at the darker room from the hallway light. The icicle lights Jen hung lit the room. The overhead light was too bright, so she’d left it off. The soft glow set the mood. 

Mark looked surprised to see Jen nude, but if he had any protest, he didn’t offer one when Maria pushed him against the wall and started kissing him. 

Jen came to the bed and crawled under the covers from the foot, reaching Brad’s legs and moving between them. She started the blowjob she’d offered, but Brad couldn’t see her, only feel her hands on his hips and her lips on his cock. Mark and Maria making out occupied his gaze, neither of them looking Brad’s way. 

The weirdness wasn’t as uncomfortable as expected, and things heated up when Maria stripped off her shirt to reveal Mark had unhooked her bra. Her massive jugs spilled out as she threw her shirt and bra to the floor. Brad got an eye full of side-boob until Mark sank to his knees and pulled Maria’s pants with him. Maria’s tan spread all over with no lines as he lowered her panties, and her naked form was hot. Her ass was wide and as big as her breasts. Mark was happy to sit with his legs straight out, his back against the wall, and his tongue between Maria’s lower lips. She straddled his face, her hands braced against the wall behind him, and her breasts hung free but obscured by the angle. 

Turning his gaze away, Brad lifted off the blanket to reveal Jen’s head bobbing on his shaft. He ran his fingers through her hair and groaned, closing his eyes. When he opened them, he saw Maria had shifted. Her head turned to watch Jen going to town on Brad’s cock. Brad blushed, but Maria didn’t seem as embarrassed as he did. 

Maria looked at Mark and nodded toward the bed. Mark nodded and moved from his place against the wall to lying on the bed beside Brad. Maria crawled between his legs and sucked his cock with enthusiasm. Mark was smaller, but not embarrassingly so. Maria didn’t lift her head as high as Jen did, but she alternated between using her mouth and her massive tits to fuck her boyfriend. 

Jen tried to match her, but her tits weren’t as encompassing, and Brad much preferred her mouth to her tits. 

Mark nodded toward Brad, who gave him a thumbs-up. 

“You want to fuck her tits?” Mark asked, nodding toward Maria. 

“What?” Brad asked, surprised. 

“He wants to watch me fuck you.” Maria said, nodding toward Mark. “We’ve talked about it.” 

“No one told me!” Brad said just as Jen pushed him into her throat. 

“We’re telling you now…” Mark said. “You can say no, that’s okay.” 

“I won’t take your rejection personally. I blame Arthur and Selene for turning us into sex-addicted freaks. We've been picturing the six of them going at it all day, and Mark and I have been talking and…” Maria said, raising her hand. “I just thought… if you don’t want to, it’s okay.” 

“You’re okay with this?” Brad asked Jen, who hadn’t stopped sucking his dick the entire time. 

Jen popped off his cock and nodded. “I’m game if you are, Superman. Can I do things with Maria too? And Mark?” 

Brad sighed. That nickname was hotter than it should be. “Are we too drunk?” 

“We had one beer each.” Maria said. “We’re sober.” 

Brad contemplated but did so while watching Maria fuck Mark with her massive tits swallowing up Mark’s dick. 

“Fuck.” Brad said. “Okay.” 

Maria looked at Mark, who nodded. She looked at Jen, who moved over and crawled beside Brad. Jen kissed his neck, her leg over his hip, and curled up, rubbing herself on him while Maria got situated between his legs and rubbed Brad’s cock with her tits. Mark turned, propping himself up with one hand, and stroked himself with the other. 

Brad closed his eyes but opened them again when Maria lowered her mouth to his cock and started sucking him. 

“Oh fuck.” Brad groaned. 

“Is she better at that than me?” Jen asked, whispering in his ear. 

“No.” Brad said. “Different, but not–” 

Jen stroked his abs and gyrated, humping his side before fingering herself beside him. She watched Maria sucking Brad’s cock and kissed Brad, making out with him. 

“Do you want to cum in her mouth or on her tits?” Jen asked Brad. 

“Uh…” Brad’s brain short-circuited. 

“Go for the tits.” Jen said. “Then I can taste you too.” 

Brad nearly came at the suggestion, but Maria pulled off his cock in time and pumped him. He took a few strokes, but he blew his load over her face and tits in several quick spurts. Jen smiled and slid to Maria. The question passed between them without words, but Maria nodded and lifted her chest to Jen, who licked her clean. 

Brad and Mark watched them, unable to look away. 

“You want to ride him?” Jen asked Maria, who nodded. 

“Is it okay if I blow Mark?” Jen asked Brad and Maria. 

“Uh… Sure. I guess.” Brad said. 

“If you’re not okay with it, I don’t have to.” Jen assured him. 

“I’m… no, it’s cool.” Brad nodded. Fair was fair, after all, and he felt guilty denying Mark after blowing his load on Mark’s girlfriend. 

“No.” Mark said. “That’s okay. I’m just watching.” 

“You’re sure?” Jen asked. “I don’t mind.” 

“I’m sure.” Mark nodded. 

Jen shrugged and laid back, rubbing herself as she watched Maria mount Brad. 

“You can suck on them.” Maria said as her tits pressed against Brad’s face. He scooped them up in his hands and squeezed. Maria laughed and cooed as he brushed his thumbs over her nipples. She ground against his dick, and he hardened again as her wet lips parted for him. 

“Fuck her, Superman.” Jen called from her place beside Mark. “Fuck her hard.” 

Maria nodded. “You can be rough.” She assured him. “I prefer my fucking hard and fast.” 

Brad nodded and planted his feet. He lasted much longer this time, despite how pleasurable it was to watch Maria’s massive breasts jiggle and bounce with every thrust. She tasted delicious, and her eraser-tipped nipples were perfect for sucking and tonguing. 

Jen moaned, and Mark grunted, blowing his load onto the sheets. Jen shifted, moving her head to Brad’s chest. She used him as a pillow and sucked on one of Maria’s tits as Brad fucked her. 

Maria closed her eyes and groaned, shifting forward and gripping the sheets to hold herself up. She clawed them, and Brad groaned as he felt Maria’s insides squeeze him. He increased his tempo, and she shrieked, causing Mark to move swiftly and clamp his mouth over hers. She turned her head and sat up. She and Mark made out, Jen sucked on her nipples, and Brad plowed into her from below.  

Maria clenched, and she started shaking. Mark held her, and Jen moved away, kissing her way up Brad’s body to his neck. His hand found her pussy and started finger-fucking her, making her coo and hump his hand, holding onto his bicep as he fucked Maria. Maria’s quivering stopped, and she slumped. Brad slowed and pulled out of her. 

Jen turned around and sixty-nined with Brad. Mark pulled Maria to the other side of the mattress, and they made out, watching. Jen tasted like nothing Brad had experienced before, but she was delicious, and he devoured her with every stroke of his tongue and pursing of his lips. She hummed against his cock at the pleasure flooding her and rubbed herself against his chin. 

Brad held on to her thighs, wrapping his arms around them and spreading his fingers across the back of her hamstrings. Jen spread her hands over his quads, gripping them to hold herself in place, her breasts squashed against his abs. Brad looked over to see Mark and Maria in the same position, but with Mark on top, slowly thrusting into Maria’s mouth. 

Brad mimicked the movement, thrusting into Jen’s face slow and steady, and she pushed her head forward, taking him into her throat a second at a time. 

Jen came first, and Brad’s last orgasm was small but satisfying. His face was slick from Jen’s juices, and she swallowed the last few drops he’d blasted. Then she rolled off him, crawled beside him, and kissed his cheek, cuddling his exhausted form. 

Mark and Maria finished before them. They were naked but relaxed, with Maria lying over Mark like a blanket. She’d fallen asleep. Her eyes were closed, her head on Mark’s chest. Jen wasn’t far behind, her eyes half-lidded and glassy with exhaustion. Brad rested his head back and sighed. 

“Are you okay?” Jen asked. 

“Yeah, that was…” Brad hesitated, but Jen didn’t prompt him. She let him finish his thought. “Amazing. Weird, but kind of great?” 

Jen nodded. “Right?” She chuckled. “It’s weird but fun. Maybe next time I’ll wear one of my costumes for you.” 

“Sure.” Brad said. “But… this was awesome, even without a costume.” 

Jen smiled, kissed his cheek, and curled up. She nestled into him, and the next thing either knew, the morning sun dawned and tore through the windows to illuminate their four naked bodies.