ASL2: Chapter 52 "Alcoholic"

-- CHAPTER 52: Alcoholic --

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-- MONDAY, FEBRUARY 9, 2009 --

“Slow, slow, slow… Wait! Uuuugggghhhh…” Bent over on all fours, Kim bowed her head, eyes clenched shut and jaw clenched even tighter. She took shallow breaths and every ounce of her entire body was quite tense. I rubbed her back, stroking her gently trying to encourage her to relax. And with a little bit of time and patience, she was able to release the tension and start breathing a little more deeply again.

“Does it hurt?” I asked, my voice full of concern.

Kim shook her head slowly, very slowly, before finally opening her eyes and letting out a long exhalation. “Doesn’t hurt. Just very full. You can keep going now.”

That last part wasn’t directed at me. Kim craned her head around, looking back at the man kneeling on the king-size bed behind her with half of his dick in her ultra-tight asshole.

“You sure?” Bert asked, his voice full of concern as well. “We can stop if you--”

“Shut up and keep going, Bert,” Kim barked in her Mama Bear voice.

To his credit, Bert didn’t protest further. He gripped Kim’s hips and eased in another inch. Kim closed her eyes and concentrated on the sensations, but she didn’t clench up as tightly as before and she managed to continue taking deep, calming breaths.

Tonight was actually the first time Kim, June, Bert, Lynne, and I had gotten together ever since that uniquely memorable five-way at Bert and Lynne’s apartment eight days ago. While everyone had walked away from that night considering it to be quite the success, we had been in no hurry to set up a repeat.

Well, I take that back: June had wanted another double-Caesar salad almost right away, so she and I had gone over to visit the apartment Wednesday evening just so she could get her fix. But I hadn’t touched Lynne during that one, and Kim had declined to join us. My hanamuguri had been very methodical in processing all of her intense emotions in the immediate aftermath of being so intimate with her long-time friend, and none of us had been inclined to rush her. She and Bert actually went for a long walk together yesterday just to talk. And I admittedly found myself wondering if they might not end up a one-and-done.

As Harry said in that movie Bert kept quoting, ‘The sex part always gets in the way.’

Obviously, the two of them must’ve got things worked out, because here we were again. Well, not “here” exactly. Tonight we were on the big king-size bed in the master bedroom of The Aerie (and it was Kim’s bedroom now). BJ had been put to sleep, the five of us assembled in the master bedroom, and halfway through our mini-orgy, Kim decided she wanted to take another crack at anal sex.

Just not with me.

Beneath Kim in a sixty-nine position, June was taking long licks at Kim’s clit to help distract her girlfriend from the thick prod stretching her rarely-invaded rectum. Lynne knelt next to her husband, holding him, stroking his chest, and occasionally giving him a sweet kiss. I knelt on the bed beside them, equally-naked but with no urgency to join in. For one thing, I had already gotten laid PLENTY today - this morning with Dawn, the roleplaying with Summer, and then of course the Tri-Delts had come to visit in the afternoon. Truly, it was far more than any man deserves on a non-holiday Monday. But more importantly, my role here tonight was to help Kim get through this. Psychologically, she needed to be able to take an assfucking without crying in pain. In that sense, it was a good thing Bert’s dick wasn’t quite as big as mine.

Bert continued to burrow forward into Kim’s bowels, and she grunted but didn’t cry out or grimace in anguish. When he finally hit full depth and stopped, Kim gasped and her arms buckled. She braced her forehead on the mattress, eyes closed and breathing deep, calming breaths. It didn’t appear to me that she was particularly enjoying the experience, but I knew better than to argue with her about whether or not she would see it through. At least she wasn’t sobbing in abject misery or anything like the last time I’d managed to fit all of ME inside her ass.

“You alright?” I asked in that same voice full of concern while rubbing my baby mama’s neck.

“I’m alright,” she replied without opening her eyes. She was panting softly, and her lower lip quivered as June continued eating her out. “Don’t move for a second, Bert. Let me get used to this.”

“Not moving,” he stated without adjusting his wide-eyed stare of disbelief from the juncture where his entire dick disappeared within the tight confines of Kim’s colon.

I slipped off the bed and squatted next to the mattress, putting myself at eye-level with Kim. I stroked her neck and caressed her cheek, and she raised her chin to look straight at me.

“I love you, watashi no shujin. Thank you for this.”

I smirked. “There’s no need to thank ME.”

“Thank you for letting me have this.”

“It’s not like you ever needed my permission.”

“Yes I do. June’s right: we both still belong to you. You’re still her boyfriend and you’re still my shujin. Neither of us would be doing this without first being certain you approved.”

I exhaled slowly, not wanting to argue with her about this. So I merely smiled, kissed her quickly on the lips, and said sincerely, “I’m happy for you.”

Kim’s eyes narrowed. “Then why don’t you look very happy right now?”

I sighed. “I’m still worried you’re not doing this for the right reasons. I’m worried that you’re not enjoying this. Are you sure it doesn’t hurt?”

“Doesn’t hurt,” she assured me before wincing. “It’s not comfortable… nor does it feel good. I really don’t have whatever pleasure nerves in my ass that June clearly does.”

“Then we should stop. You’ve proven your point.”

Kim shook her head. “We don’t stop until Bert cums in my ass. We have to finish this.”

“Kim…”

“I can do this.”

“And what if I ordered you to stop?”

She hesitated for only a moment. “I know you love me. I know you care. You’re still my shujin, but you’re not my Master anymore. Isn’t this what you wanted?”

I smiled and pecked her quickly.

Kim smiled. “It’s still Kim Monday, right? This is what I want.”

I took a deep breath, caressed her cheek, and exhaled slowly. “Okay then.”

Kim nodded as well and then did a slow push-up, pressing her ass back against Bert’s pelvis. He retracted with her, neither withdrawing nor attempting to push back. And once Kim regained her balance, she looked back at Bert and said, “Okay go ahead.”

Bert looked at me. I nodded for him to proceed, but he returned his attention to Kim. “I don’t wanna hurt you.”

“You’re not. I’m fine. C’mon, Bert. Don’t tell me you haven’t fantasized about doing this since we were juniors.”

Bert glanced at Lynne and blushed. His wife just smirked and rubbed his arm. “Make it good for her,” she admonished her husband.

“I’ll do my best,” Bert assured his wife before rubbing Kim’s ass and bending over her back and intoning softly, “Just let me know if it starts to hurt or you need me to slow down.”

“Don’t slow down. Just plow me until you cum,” Kim insisted. “I probably can’t cum this way anyways, but I really need to finish this, alright?”

“Alright.”

“I don’t know if I’m ever gonna let you do this again, Bert. Could be the last time you ever get to shove your dick up my ass,” Kim warned him. “So don’t worry about me for a minute and just enjoy it while it lasts.”

“Alright.”

“Fuck me. Fuck me deep.” Kim’s eyes twinkled as she glanced back at him one more time. “Fuck my slutty asshole.”

Lynne mock pouted. “Can you all STOP stealing my line!”

We all laughed.

Meanwhile, Lynne looked up at me and tossed a small, clear bottle. I reflexively caught the lube and then arched an eyebrow, but the pretty brunette had already parked herself on all fours on the bed right next to Kim. “C’mon, Ben,” she crooned invitingly. “Time to fuck MY slutty asshole.”

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“And then what happened?” Adrienne murmured softly, looking down at me through the valley of her barenaked cleavage. Less than an hour ago I’d been pounding my pelvis off of Lynne’s cutie patootie with my big prick pillaging her heinie hole. Now I was back in the master bedroom of The Nest, alone with the Queen Bee herself. Dawn and Summer had apparently gone to bed together; Summer’s bedroom was empty while Dawn’s bedroom door was closed (and come to think of it, Summer had yet to actually sleep in her own bedroom). Dawn and I still hadn’t talked about that little thing that happened between us on the way to her class this morning. I mean, I’d tried to bring it up this afternoon when she came home, but she’d deflected me, and rather than press her I’d gone next door to be there when BJ came home from preschool. As for Adrienne tonight, I’d found my Tigress naked and waiting for me in my bed when I arrived, hugging one of my used t-shirts from the laundry basket as if my sweaty scent was a comfort to her.

I’d thought I was fucked out for the night, but the busty blonde bombshell ignored my feeble protests and peeled down my pants to start fellating me. As soon as she got me hard, she parked me in a reclining position against the headboard and then sank her sweet snatch down to surround my stiffened schlong. And then she proceeded to ask me all about my evening for yet another one of our trademark Deep Discussions.

“Obviously, I went over behind Lynne and took hold of her cute little tushie,” I explained. “I wasn’t hard yet, though, having lost my wood worrying about Kim’s discomfort. But rather than ask Lynne to turn around and blow me hard, I started fingerbanging her from behind while giving her a rimjob. And by the time she screamed her pretty little head off, Big Ben was ready and raring to go. So that’s when I finally knelt behind her, started pressing my mushroom head against the entrance of her slutty asshole, and as it opened up I--”

“Wait-wait-wait. Lemme adjust,” Adrienne interrupted. She’d been undulating herself quite gently in my lap, occasionally mashing her massive melons against my cheeks while I continued my narrative. But presently, she elevated herself up a bit, and reached behind her right thigh to grab hold of my dick and keep it steady so she could pivot her pelvis and start pressing my mushroom head against the entrance of HER anus. And as she started to sink herself down with a shit-eating smirk, the buxom blonde beauty intoned, “Fuck MY slutty asshole.”

“Lynne’s gonna start charging royalties,” I chuckled. And then I groaned as my lover sank several more inches of my dick up her butt.

“Tell me more about Bert and Kim,” Adrienne moaned, her eyes fluttering as she skewered the rest of her anal canal on my upright column of meat.

I grunted and shifted my grip to her hips helping to yank her body down until at last the supermodel’s superb booty was all the way down in my lap. “For Bert, this last week or so has been a dream come true. We started doing this to give June some new experiences, and both of them are certainly enjoying themselves. But the really special outcome in all of this for Bert has been his new intimacy with Kim. He was definitely infatuated with her for a few years there while we were in school, but she’d long made clear she only saw him as a friend. To his credit, he’s been a very GOOD friend to her all this time. And even though she still doesn’t see him in ‘that way’, she clearly has a lot of affection for him. They were very sweet together. After he came inside her tonight, he just kinda stared into her eyes in wonder and muttered, ‘Wowza’. It was very tender.”

“Was he tender with her ass tonight?”

“Tender-ish. I think he was a little torn between being gentle to try and not hurt her, and fucking hard enough to get himself off without overly prolonging it. In the end he railed her at a pretty good clip--”

“While you were railing his wife at a pretty good clip.”

“Well, yeah, of course.” I chuckled. “Anyway, Bert finished first, because again, he didn’t want to overly prolong it. June helped by leaning back and sucking on his balls. And after he spent himself inside Kim’s ass, the sight of June licking up his sperm as it trickled down from Kim’s gaping sphincter kept him pretty hard, hard enough that once June spun around to start blowing him, he was ready to fuck HER ass within like two minutes.”

“And you were still railing his wife at a pretty good clip.”

“Naturally."

“With Lynne howling at you to fuck her slutty asshole?”

“You know it.”

“And June howling right along for Bert to fuck HER slutty asshole?”

“I told you Lynne’s gonna start charging royalties.”

Adrienne smirked, but then she sighed a little mournfully while deliberately clenching her colon around my cock as if she had a third hand in there. “I feel bad for Kim. She’s never gonna be able to truly experience how amazing this feeling is.”

“Probably not.” I shook my head. “Kim’s just not built that way. She really couldn’t cum, not even with June licking her clit. She just couldn’t get past the discomfort, and I really don’t think anal will ever be her thing.”

“Sounds like June will more than make up for it, though.” Adrienne giggled. “They’re Yin and Yang: bossy and submissive, rudely direct and passively considerate, anal freak and uh… not. They complete each other, and only together are they whole.”

I chuckled. “I suppose that’s one way of looking at it.”

“I knew from the beginning they were meant for each other.”

“No you did not. You didn’t like June, period.”

Adrienne giggled and started to fuck her ass on me harder. “Let’s just say I’ve come to appreciate her the more I got to know her.”

“You mean you’ve come to appreciate her the more I turned her into a sexual creature.”

“Yes. That. Definitely. She’s starting to get pretty good at eating pussy, too.”

I snorted and raised a finger to waggle it in Adrienne’s face. “I know you’re still smarting from Sasha flying away, but don’t go trying to steal June from Kim on the rebound.”

“As if. June’s not my type. Too self-centered, like me. Yin and Yang, right? Only one partner can be the taker; the other one has to be the giver.”

“Like me?”

Adrienne reached down to caress my face. “You’re the ultimate giver, Tiger. I’ll have my moments being the giver - those Yin-Yang symbols DO have dots of the opposite colors within them - but I know who I am and I know what I need to find my Happily Ever After. And the more I’m with you, the more I realize that… well… you’re the one person in the entire universe I really need. Not Sasha. Not Dawn or Summer or the Tri-Delts or anyone else. Just you. I told you: you’re my Number One now. My life would be incomplete without you, Tiger. You’re my Rock.”

The busty blonde had never stopped gyrating her ass around my dick throughout that mini-monologue, but I now tugged down on her hips to get her to stop. And in a careful voice, I cautioned, “We talked about you not rebounding with me.”

“Not rebounding. I said you’re my Rock, Tiger, not my husband. I love you - I love you romantically even - but I’m not going to try and be your girlfriend. Just so we’re clear.”

I nodded my agreement.

“Call us ‘nottogether’ again or whatever you like.”

“I’m not gonna get hung up on definitions. I love you, you love me, we both know how much we mean to each other, and I’m okay leaving it at that.”

“Me too.” She bent forward and kissed me. “But I’m dead serious about my life being incomplete without you. I first started planning The Nest for your sake, a way of getting myself back into your life while simultaneously helping you find your Happily Ever After. But this life has become a haven for me as well. I’m dead serious when I tell you ‘Forever and Always’. I mean that. I am NEVER voluntarily moving away from you again.”

I blinked and raised my eyebrows. “That’s an easy statement to make right now when you’re still recovering from Sasha’s departure. But what happens when you fall in love again?”

“Whoever she is will have to know you’re a part of my life. How is that any different from you saying any wife you may ever have will need to know I’m a part of yours?”

“But you’re promising to never move away. What if my hypothetical wife wants to have a separate house?”

“Marry Dawn and we both know she’d never ask me to move out.”

“Dawn and I are never getting married.”

Adrienne rubbed her forehead. “Yeah-yeah… That’s what she insisted again tonight while you were next door.”

“So you talked to her tonight?”

“I said I’d try to help you get through to her. Didn’t get very far though. She’s good at deflecting.”

“That she is.”

“Bottom line: please don’t marry anybody who would try to kick me out. Isn’t the whole point of buying or building a Mega-Mansion Harem House to have enough space to bring our combined families together under one roof? Look, whether or not you stay at JKE long-term, my career is such that I can literally live anywhere as long as it has an internet connection and a nearby airport. If you move back down to Orange County, I’m going with you. If you move to Timbuktu, I’m going with you. Living in San Francisco while you were here in Berkeley was TOO FAR. I’m not doing that anymore. If you get married, I’ll let your wife move all her stuff into the master bedroom, but I’d better be in the room next door. MAYBE I could handle the house next door thing the way you’re doing with BJ. Maybe. But I’m never moving farther away than that from you for the rest of my life, Tiger. Forever and Always.”

I smiled and leaned back, letting my eyes roam up and down Adrienne’s absolutely incredible supermodel body. I could scarcely believe that day after day I got to witness her naked beauty, especially like this with my big dick lodged all the way up her ass. And I had to admit, there was no part of me that EVER wanted to be living farther away than next door from her either.

I didn’t repeat the Forever and Always endearment. I didn’t need to. I could smile up at Adrienne, and I knew she could hear my voice saying it in her mind.

Instead, all I needed to say aloud was simply, “I love you, my Tigress.”

Adrienne grinned and said, “I love you too, Tiger.”

And then she started fucking her asshole up and down my dick again.

****

-- TUESDAY, FEBRUARY 10, 2009 --

I would be hard pressed to call the illumination in my room a “stray beam” when I finally awoke. The room was filled with morning light and the clock on my nightstand told me it was nearly 11am. That wasn’t a huge surprise after all the “exercise” I’d gotten yesterday, from my morning romp with Dawn to roleplaying with Summer, from seizing and inseminating Tri-Delts in the afternoon to the fivesome with Bert, Lynne, Kim, and June, all capped off with Adrienne wanting me to fuck her slutty asshole before bed.

The air was cool but not cold against my right cheek, the pillow comfortably warm against my left. I snuggled deeper into the covers and their cocooning heat while pressing my chest against her back, skin-to-skin with no clothing between us. My left arm snaked beneath her pillow to hold her from the opposite side, and as my senses came alive, the fingers of my left hand reflexively squeezed the large breast I was currently palming. My right hand firmed up over her hip, gently holding her in place while I reflexively ground my erection into the cleft of her bare buttcheeks. And breathing deeply, I let my head roll forward to push my nose into her golden-blonde hair, smelling her sweet fragrance.

Adrienne moaned, still half-asleep, but she also rubbed her ass against my erection. Her right hand came up to cover the top of mine, directing me to continue fondling her boob. And then she slid her fingers down to her own crotch, sighing happily as she began to rub her little love button.

Neither of us was completely awake yet, so we actually spent a few minutes with her buffin’ her muffin and me hotdogging her buns. But eventually she twisted her head back to kiss me softly and crooned, “Put it in me, Tiger.”

I reached down between us while she adjusted her knees to give me a better angle, and then we both groaned as I steadily filled her up. The next ten minutes were spent comfortably cuddled up together with me slow-dicking her out of her slumber. Nothing fancy. Nothing rushed. We had all the time in the world to make love, and not for the first time I thought about how nice it would be to spend the rest of my life waking up with her in my arms.

I got Adrienne off first and then she turned around to give me a titfuck and then suck me off the rest of the way. I gave her my morning protein, and then the two of us finally got up to get dressed.

We had a late breakfast together, and Adrienne asked me with a smirk, “Wanna come work out with me?”

We both knew my answer would be ‘no’. Her personal trainer was intense, and it didn’t help that I was a “breeder” while she was a man-hating dyke. I mean, she was polite enough to me the first few times I’d tagged along with Adrienne, but as time wore on she considered me a distraction and not-so-subtly went out of her way to make me feel unwanted.

At least now I understood why Adrienne had never invited me into a threesome with them, even though she’d already admitted a number of their personal training sessions ended with stress-relieving sixty-nines.

Instead, I texted the twins to ask if they were available for me to come visit, and Eden replied within two seconds:

YES! NOW! HURRY UP!

Less than ten minutes later, I hopped up the porch steps of The Birdhouse and my key snicked in the lock. As soon as I went inside, I could hear the bubbly sounds of pop music floating my way from the kitchen and headed that way.

// Romeo, take me somewhere we can be alone / I’ll be waiting, all there’s left to do is run / You’ll be the prince and I’ll be the princess / It’s a love story, baby, just say, “Yes”

// Romeo, save me, they’re tryna tell me how to feel / This love is difficult, but it’s real / Don’t be afraid, we’ll make it out of this mess / It’s a love story, baby, just say, “Yes”

Both of my teenage hottie baby sisters were in the kitchen bouncing their booties and bopping their heads to the beat as they puttered around each other making lunch, an iPod docked into an iSpeaker-something-or-other. Eden and Emma both had their hair up in messy single buns atop their heads which left lots of trailing tendrils down to frame their adorable faces. Both were barefoot with their long, lithe legs clad in ultra-tight jeans that showed off their world-class assets. Both were also in midriff-baring short-sleeved crop tops, cute and sexy at home but easily covered up by jackets when they went to class.

Rather than interrupt them, I folded my arms across my chest and leaned against the open doorway to admire them. The girls kept bopping to the beat, oblivious to my presence. I suddenly became only too aware that it had been nearly a full month since we’d last been physically intimate. And my conscious mind conjured up not only fond memories of our past sex romps, but also the quiet moments in-between.

The unfortunate reality of the twins and me taking a break from each other sexually was that we’d also been cut off from each other emotionally. Off the top of my head, I actually couldn’t remember the last time I’d stopped by the Birdhouse (five days? a week?), and they hadn’t been back to The Nest since the housewarming party. Now that I’d be returning to the office next week, it felt I’d wasted a golden opportunity to spend more time with the twins during this unexpected paid leave. With Brandi spending all her time in The City with Jared and Brooke in SoCal and now this separation from Eden and Emma, it felt… weird… not having more moments to bond with my sisters.

You’ve been busy with the Tri-Delts.

As much fun as they are, is that really an improvement? Not to denigrate the sorority girls, but quality over quantity, right?

It is what it is. You and Eden needed the time apart, that little Love Story song notwithstanding.

I know, I know.

“Hey, Ben!” Eve greeted brightly from behind me. “Joining us for lunch today?”

The twins whipped their heads around in surprise. Emma quickly toddled over to me with arms extended for a hug and a peck on the lips. But Eden hung back, meandering more slowly over to the iPod as it continued to sing:

// I got tired of waiting / Wonderin’ if you were ever comin’ around / My faith in you was fading / When I met you on the outskirts of town, and I said

// Romeo, save me, I've been feeling so alone / I keep waiting for you, but you never come

The music cut off before Taylor Swift could finish that lyric. Eden fiddled with the controls for a bit, but after a few seconds, Britney Spears’s voice blared to life.

// Look at you… Getting’ more than just a re-up / Baby you… Got all the puppets with their strings up / Fakin’ like a good one, But I call ‘em like I see ‘em / I know what you are… What you are, baby

// Womanizer, woman-womanizer, You’re a womanizer / Oh, womanizer, oh You’re a womanizer, baby

// You, you, you are… You, you, you are / Womanizer, womanizer, Womanizer

I snorted and shook my head. Eden smirked as well, and finally she toddled up to me with arms extended just like Emma had done.

Emma was still hugging me when Eden popped in. I puckered up for a kiss, but Eden just pecked my cheek. I gave her an arched eyebrow, but she shrugged and greeted over my shoulder, “Hey, Claudine.”

I craned my head around and smiled at the beautiful freckled redhead.

“Bonjour!” she replied brightly.

“Take a seat everyone,” Emma advised sagely. “Lunch will be done in a few.”

“Don’t worry about me. I already ate,” I explained, patting my belly.

Eve smirked and waggled her eyebrows at me. “If there’s one thing I learned in our time together, Ben, it’s that you can always manage one more.”

****

The five of us had a pleasant lunch together with the girls peppering me with questions about everything that was going on in my life. I tried to initially be circumspect about The Nest with Claudine present, but Eden rapidly disabused me of the notion that the French foreign exchange student didn’t already know I had a bunch of sorority girls visiting my house to get laid.

In the end I’d simply shrugged and replied, “If you already know all the details, why do you need to ask me?”

The girls pivoted to wanting to get more information about BJ and insisted they hadn’t seen enough of my mini-me. So with that it was promptly resolved that they’d go visit The Aerie tonight (I still wasn’t sold on the name - The Nest might’ve been perfect, but was already taken).

Eventually, though, Claudine had to get to class. She bid us “au revoir” and headed out the door, and then it was MY turn to start asking questions.

Eden and Eve were delighted to share how happy they were with their budding relationship. Their clique of friends had not been nearly as shocked as I had about the new development and took things in stride. Everyone had long known the twins were bisexual, and there had already been suspicions amongst the group that Eden and Eve were into each other. Piper was now of the opinion that Eve’s brief “relationship” with me had been a prank to make her jealous, but Eve had just shrugged it off as a “believe what you want” sort of thing.

Emma, on the other hand, had been a bit melancholy for a couple of weeks after her breakup with Marcus but seemed ready to move on by now. She explained that Claudine had the sort of vivacious, outgoing personality that drew boys like a magnet (I coughed that it wasn’t only her personality that was attracting them). With Eden and Eve now coupled up, Emma had taken to socializing with Claudine as her wingman and vice versa, and that was when I cut off that particular line of dialogue.

“Big brother doesn’t want to know anything beyond that,” I insisted.

“I’m not sleeping around,” Emma drawled with an eyeroll.

“It’s not my place to judge whether you do or not. Live your life as you want and be happy. I’d love for you to find another nice guy like Marcus and enjoy yourself. Know that I’ll always be there for you if you want me. But as for the details of your dating life, I’d rather be in the dark.”

Emma smirked and shrugged. With narrowed eyes, she asked, “But you’re still curious about whether or not I’ve had Claudine’s face in my crotch.”

I blinked, blushed, and averted my eyes. “Like I said: the details of your dating life I--”

“She is SOOO wicked good with her tongue,” Emma drawled with a giggle.

“Doesn’t like using the strap-ons, though,” Eden chimed in. “Wearing them, I mean. She’s all for having us use them on her.”

“Okay, okay, vivid images downloaded into my brain,” I laughed. “You can stop now, thank you very much.”

“But seriously though, don’t go expecting me to couple up and settle down with another girl or something,” Emma added somberly. “You lucked out enough with one baby sister choosing to remain Ben-ogamous when it comes to the big ‘D’, but I’m romantic about men and I’m still looking for my Jared or Andrew out there.”

“All good, all good.”

Emma raised her eyebrows. “In the meantime, don’t think I’m not tempted to come back to the nest, at least for a little while.”

I held my hands up. “You’re always welcome. You were the one who decided to step away in solidarity with Eden and Eve.”

“I know…” Emma sighed, parking her elbow on the armrest and setting the side of her head against her open palm. “But I’m afraid I’d get too complacent and want to rebound with you or something. You honestly don’t know what it’s like, not having a plethora of great options available. If you and Dawn get in a fight and she doesn’t want to touch you for a little while, you’ve still got Adrienne, Summer, Kim, June, and a horde of Tri-Delts to just plug into whenever you want.”

I blushed and shrugged. “It may be true that I’ve got a lot of close, intimate relationships, but you’re a gorgeous young woman with more than a plethora of options.”

“I said a plethora of great options. I’m not gonna flop onto my back and spread my legs for just anybody.” Emma sighed. “Some days, I wish I’d never broken up with Marcus. We weren’t going to last forever, but it’d be nice to not be lonely for a little while.”

“Okay maybe not a ‘plethora’, but there’ve got to be at least a half-dozen guys on the Cal Berkeley campus worthy of you. Just a matter of finding them.”

“I know. And in the meantime, I’ve still got Claudine and those two over there.” Emma beamed over at Eden and Eve, who were currently holding hands quite cutely.

“See? You’ve still got great options to tide you over until you find your Mr. Right.”

“I know.” Emma tried to give me a brave smile, but then she sighed and gave me a melancholy look. “But if I don’t find him sooner than later… let’s just say you may wind up with a secret girlfriend again.”

****

I came back to the Nest by 2pm, just in time to get changed and head out with Dawn and Summer to get in a workout with them. They were much nicer to me than Adrienne’s personal trainer, you see. After I actually did lift some weights (a little bit, at least), Dawn and I spent some time by the drinking fountain staring at Summer’s ass with Dawn whispering dirty thoughts into my ear about the things we could do to her together. And in the end I walked out of that gym the envy of every guy in there for having two such gorgeous creatures of femininity in skintight spandex on my arms.

But the girls had to get to class afterwards rather than fall into bed with me to put some of those dirty fantasies into practice right away. Of course, that didn’t mean I had to go without or anything. The Tri-Delts had arrived by then as they did every weekday afternoon, ready to be seized and inseminated. I started by snatching Mi-young right off the couch from behind, the cute Korean girl squealing in surprise as I threw her over my shoulder and carried her upstairs to my bedroom. She wore a simple bra and panty set today, casual college wear instead of slinky lingerie for seduction. I actually left those on her, merely pulling the strap of her panties aside and feasting on her pretty pussy for two minutes before standing up and pushing my prick inside her.

Nordic blonde Tova showed up a minute later, saying, “You dropped her cat ears.”

Tova helpfully came over to pop the ears onto Mi-young’s head and then bent over to start making out with her best friend. A minute after that, I got Tova turned around in a sixty-nine position over Mi-young so the girls could eat each other out. I did fuck Tova’s face a little bit, but mostly focused on Mi-young until I made the skinny little Asian girl scream her satisfaction. After that I rolled Tova onto her back, bent the ex-gymnast in half beneath my heaving body with her knees pressed down by her ears and hammered her until we both had screaming orgasms.

And that was just the start. After sending the two Tri-Delt freshmen back downstairs, I relaxed in bed chilling out and surfing on my phone. Kirstie came upstairs to find me, rather cutely holding her arms together and twisting slowly side-to-side, asking rather politely if she could please give me a blowjob?

Neera showed up while I was blasting Kirstie’s cutie patootie from behind, and you get the picture of how the rest of my afternoon went. One could argue quantity versus quality all they wanted. In my honest opinion, the Tri-Delt Nesters qualified for BOTH.

I eventually unburied myself from female flesh and walked next door to visit my son when he came home from preschool. The twins and Eve had been serious about visiting BJ tonight, and they showed up as well. We ended up having one big happy family dinner, with me, Eden, and Emma playing with BJ, Eve and June chatting and catching up, and Kim putting her feet up on the coffee table and taking a break.

She also squirmed a little uncomfortably, and when I asked her what was wrong, she blushed and told me, “My ass is still sore from last night.” I wound up sitting behind her on the couch with one leg to either side of her, giving her a well-deserved back massage.

All in all, I had a fantastic evening. The twins, Eve, and June headed into June’s bedroom to… uh… “catch up” while Kim and I took BJ upstairs to put him to bed. Nowadays, that meant kneeling next to his little toddler bed only a couple of feet off the floor, giving him cute little kisses while he let out ginormous yawns bigger than the size of his head. Eventually, we both stepped outside and closed the door. Kim wrapped her arm around my waist, briefly tilted her face up to mine, and puckered up for a sweet kiss.

“Mata ashita…”

Kim had said, ‘See you tomorrow.’

I smiled and replied, “Oyasumi.”

The Nest was quiet when I came home. The Tri-Delts had all gone, and Summer was spending the night at her mom’s house, so it would just be me, Adrienne, and Dawn tonight. And I recognized the girls were in the mood to talk, not have sex, as soon as I walked in and Adrienne patted the seat cushion between them on the couch.

“What’s up, ladies?” I asked breezily while hanging up my keys on the hook by the door and putting away my wallet.

“We’ve decided what we’re doing for Valentine’s this weekend,” Adrienne informed me. “But in the spirit of Open Communication, we’re discussing our plans with you rather than just have you show up and be surprised.”

“I actually suggested you wouldn’t mind being surprised,” Dawn pointed out. “But she insisted she wanted to err on the side of caution on this one.”

“Oh, there’s still stuff I can surprise you with,” Adrienne pointed out with a giggle. “But the broad strokes I want to make sure you’re on board with.”

“Works for me,” I replied with a shrug as I joined them on the couch and took the suggested seat between them. “I’m gonna assume we’re having a big Valentine’s orgy with all the boyfriend-less Tri-Delts?”

“To assume is to make an ass out of ‘u’ and ‘me’,” Dawn pointed out.

I rolled my eyes. “Means ‘no’. Is everyone doing their own thing, then?”

“More or less. First of all: you’re planning your own special night for your three Nestmates on Valentine’s Day itself. Titles or not, you’re our de facto boyfriend, and we want to be pampered for Valentine’s, got it?”

“Got it,” I confirmed, but then I frowned as a thought occurred. “Wait, how could I possibly be surprised by that, though? If you want me planning a special night for the four of us, I obviously can’t be surprised.”

“We’re having a big special Valentine’s orgy with all the boyfriend-less Tri-Delts on Friday,” Adrienne explained. “The girls will chill out together, drink some wine, commiserate about stupid boys, and take turns having you make them feel better about being single because it means they get to have YOU pounding them to glorious orgasms unlike their attached friends who are dating pathetic limp-dicked losers.”

“Oh. Okay…” I blinked and then arched an eyebrow. “How is that different from any other Friday?”

Dawn rolled her eyes and bopped me on the head.

“For one thing,” Adrienne explained, “this one is a lingerie party.”

I arched my eyebrows and said drily, “Again, how is that different from any other day? Or did you guys forget the second charter?”

After my last little argument with Jayden about whether or not The Nest qualified as an unincorporated Tri-Delt territory, the sorority president just went ahead and amended the second charter to read:

ATTENTION! Tri-Delt Nest has now been designated a ‘Lingerie-only’ zone. All sisters of the Delta Delta Delta Sorority beyond this point are required to remove all outerwear within the premises. Strict laws will be enforced by the Sorority. Enter at your own risk.

Jayden Schenke, President, Pi Chapter, Delta Delta Delta

“Fine-fine-fine.” Adrienne held up her hands and took a deep breath. “This is a special pre-Valentine’s lingerie-party orgy conceived, designed, and executed by me, Dawn, Jayden, and Kirstie, alright? It’s not a random Friday free-for-all like most Friday nights. There’s structure and a theme. And that stuff I get to surprise you with, alright?”

“And Bert and Lynne are coming,” Dawn added matter-of-factly. “And June and Kim, of course. The twins are gonna babysit BJ.”

My eyebrows had gone up. “Bert and Lynne?”

Dawn read the inflection in my voice and immediately rolled her eyes. “I’m not touching Bert.”

“I didn’t suggest you were going to.”

Dawn leveled a look at me, almost daring me to say something.

So I said something: “I hate this tension between us over the topic,” I muttered with a sigh.

“The tension will go away as soon as you get it through your thick skull that I’m never touching another man again for the rest of my life.”

“The tension will go away as soon as you get it through YOUR thick skull that you can do so without me hating you for it.”

“The tension will go away as soon as you get it through YOUR thick skull that I’m not refraining for YOUR sake. Gawddammit, Ben. Not everything is about YOU!”

I exhaled slowly and tried to gather my thoughts. But before I could say anything, Adrienne touched my knee to make me glance back at her, and she gave me a look that quite clearly said, I’ve got this.

That made me smile. Like… I really felt like I heard Adrienne’s voice in my head. It’s not that I thought we were actually telepathic or something. Rather, I knew I was reading her expression and my own brain was translating that into an internal audio representation of what I was seeing. But the bottom line was that I felt like Adrienne and I were on the same wavelength about this, and that definitely soothed my heart.

Then, before I could say anything, Adrienne leaned forward and touched Dawn’s knee.

“Hey… we talked about this,” Adrienne told her gently. “You knew this would come up the instant you told him Bert and Lynne were coming. You knew we’d need to finally resolve this.”

Dawn exhaled slowly and nodded her understanding, visibly trying to calm herself down. “I really don’t want to get into the cyclical arguments again,” she told me plainly.

With Adrienne’s reassurance still soothing the flames of my frustration, I nodded and replied calmly, “Me neither. I’m sorry.”

My apology seemed to defuse Dawn as well. She took a deep breath and nodded. “I’m sorry too. I know where you’re coming from on this. I know you’re scared that if you… what was the phrase Adrienne used?… if you take a hands-off approach and let me try to sort out my demons on my own, that this will end up being a repeat of the Dawnpocalypse at the end of junior year.”

“I AM scared of that.”

Dawn took a deep breath with closed eyes, and opened them again after she exhaled. Her sky-blue eyes were large and luminous and a little moist. “I’m gonna get flashes. When the adrenaline gets flowing and I’ve got a lush sorority girl’s body beneath mine and I’m all horny from playing tonsil hockey with her while you take turns fucking me and then her and then back to me… Yeah… I might very well see Bert walking by with a turgid erection and have a flash thought about grabbing his ass and shoving his dick down my throat. But I. Don’t. Want. To. Do. That. Anymore. Alright? I’m an ex-alcoholic who sees a foamy pint of beer and licks my lips thirstily before taking a deep breath and telling myself, ‘No. That’s not who I am anymore.’”

“That’s not a good analogy. An out-of-control alcoholic needs to abstain for obvious reasons. You’re allowed to want to have sex with other people.”

Dawn shook her head in disagreement. “It’s a perfect analogy. Normal people are allowed to drink alcohol. -I- drink alcohol all the time, but I’m not an alcoholic. An alcoho-LIC is someone who’s lost the ability to regulate the cravings, who forms a dependency on drinking. It becomes a compulsion they can’t control.”

I narrowed my eyes. “So what, you’re a… a ‘sexaholic’?”

Adrienne snorted. “I think we’re ALL sexaholics.”

Dawn rolled her eyes. I took a deep breath and kept my focus on my best friend. Dawn sighed and muttered, “I don’t know what ‘-olic’ term you might apply to someone who’s addicted to double-penetration.”

I raised my eyebrows. “And you’re worried you’re a DP sex addict?”

“Kinda… yeah. I certainly get the cravings if I don’t get stuffed by you and a Ben Junior every few days.”

I frowned. “Do you want to stop the DPs then?”

“No, I’m fine with the Ben Junior DPs. But whenever the thought crosses my mind about having both you and another male cock, I stop and tell myself, ‘No. That’s not who I am anymore.’ Not for your sake. For mine. You think you’re traumatized by the Dawnpocalypse? How do you think -I- feel? I didn’t like the person I was back then, and I don’t want the reminders of that time in my life.”

Adrienne leaned over and raised her eyebrows. “Tell him the driving analogy you told me.”

Dawn pursed her lips and took a deep breath. She remained silent for another few seconds to collect herself, eyes downcast as she fiddled with her fingers in her lap. But eventually she inhaled, picked her head up, and gave me a rather… haunted… look.

“I’m not just an alcoholic. I’m an alcoholic that caused a really bad multi-car accident that killed people. Normal, non-traumatized people are allowed to keep drinking, but I’m not a normal, non-traumatized person. I’m a scarred individual, and whenever someone offers me a foamy pint of beer, all I can think of are the dead bodies going cold on the highway pavement because -I- killed them. Alright?”

I blinked several times, my throat dry and my eyes wide.

The first tears rolled down Dawn’s cheeks, and she swallowed thickly. All of a sudden, she stood up and hurriedly walked away towards the stairs, wiping her eyes with her sweater’s forearm sleeve on the way.

“Dawn?”

“I’m sorry, Ben,” she blubbered, already crying, although she didn’t turn back to me. I got up to follow, but again without looking back at me she added, “Please… not now.”

“Dawn…” I groaned, feeling anguished and torn between going after her and respecting her understood wish for me to give her space as she thundered up the stairs.

Adrienne touched my arm as she stood up. “I’ll go talk to her. You’re the source of her pain. You know she won’t be able to calm down around you.”

“If I’m the source of her pain, then why does everyone keep insisting it’s not about me?” I growled in frustration.

“Okay fine, she’s the source of her own pain right now, but we both know she’s feeling this anguished and traumatized because she let YOU down. You know I’m right. Let me talk to her. I can do this for her. I can do this for you.”

I exhaled slowly and nodded. “You’ve already done so much. That alcoholic analogy? The car crash trauma? That’s… that’s stuff she’s never told me before. I didn’t realize that’s how she really felt. Those are breakthroughs in my understanding, and probably hers. You’ve accomplished more with her in the last twenty-four hours than I did in the past three years.”

Adrienne smirked. “Between the three of us, I’m the only one who’s actually been to professional counseling.”

“Maybe Dawn and I really should sign up.”

“Maybe.” Adrienne chuckled lightly.

Exhaling slowly, I popped my eyebrows and said, “So now it seems like the challenge is less about convincing her I’d be alright with it if she had another male lover, and more about helping her overcome her personal trauma.”

“One step at a time, Tiger.”

“I know, I know.”

“Right now, my goal is just to calm her down enough so the three of us can go to bed together.”

“A noble goal.” I waggled my eyebrows at her suggestively.

Adrienne punched my shoulder. “Seriously, Tiger. How many times have you already had sex today? Neera was certainly howling up a storm.”

“Joking, joking.” I chuckled and gave Adrienne a serious look. “I just want to feel you both in my arms tonight.”

“You will. I’ll go talk to her. She’ll come around.”

“Thank you, Adrienne.” I drew her to me and gave her a fierce hug, maybe even a little too hard since I had some extra frustration in my muscles at the moment. But if it hurt, Adrienne didn’t complain.

“For you, Tiger. It’s all for you.”

****

Something tickled my balls, and with a start, I jerked awake.

As my eyes flew open, my hips reflexively thrust upward, but the girl whose throat I’d just skewered didn’t make a sound. She accepted every inch with aplomb, not even grunting, and when I settled back down, she resumed blowing me as if she’d never been interrupted.

I started to sit up, but Dawn soothed, “Shhh” just before her mouth sealed over mine. I closed my eyes again and moaned, losing myself in the volcanic intensity of my best friend’s passionate kiss. My arms came alive, and I raised them up to hold her in my arms. As my hands roamed all over her bare skin, I realized she was naked, which made me moan and start kissing her even harder.

I hadn’t meant to fall asleep. After Adrienne had gone into Dawn’s bedroom to talk, I’d taken a shower and gone into the master bedroom to wait for them. Facebook only kept my interest for so long, and after nearly eight weeks of staying at home I had already read everything I wanted to read and watched everything I wanted to watch. My idea of passing time was to do so in the company of beautiful, naked women - not while alone in front of an LCD screen.

But the girls never arrived. The Nest was quiet, with nobody in the house except for the three of us. I left my door open and could hear the muffled sounds of conversation down the hallway. Good lord those girls could talk forever. The room was dark save for the dim light of the table lamp on the nightstand. I was actually pretty tired: Adrienne hadn’t been joking when she asked me how many times I’d already had sex today. The answer was five (well, seven girls but ‘only’ five ejaculations, four with the Tri-Delts and the one with Adrienne when we woke up this morning). It was my last week of paid leave and I was making the most of it. In any case, I found myself yawning a bit as I reclined on my bed, scrolling through my phone. The next thing I knew, I was thrusting my dick deeper down Adrienne’s throat.

I had no idea what time it was, nor did I particularly care. My entire world had shrunk down to only the two gorgeous young women on this bed with me, my Dawn in my arms and my Tigress’s mouth around my dick. Only after several minutes passed did I even remember that I’d fallen asleep alone, and why. I still had no idea what resolution the girls had come to, but I wasn’t about to ask any stupid questions right now. The important thing was that a naked Dawn was in my arms playing tonsil hockey with me. With every breath I could hear her voice in my head saying, I love you… I love you… I love you…

I rather liked to think she could hear my voice in her head replying, I love you too… I love you too… I love you too…

Presently, Adrienne withdrew and Dawn shifted her body over mine. A moment later, I felt a new warm wetness surrounding my shaft as Adrienne held my dick erect so that Dawn could sink herself down. I moaned into Dawn’s mouth as our two bodies intimately joined together. But once she had me buried to the hilt, Dawn pulled her mouth away and turned my face just in time to meet Adrienne’s kiss instead.

I opened up my right arm to cradle my busty blonde bombshell and receive her nuclear passion. Dawn moaned as she started going for a ride. Adrienne moaned as she made love to me with her mouth. And then a few moments after that, Adrienne and Dawn both turned to each other, moaning into each other’s mouths instead while I smiled at the mere sight of them.

Adrienne slipped off the bed when Dawn went back to kissing me. I was too focused on my Dawn to pay much attention to her, but when she didn’t rejoin us right away, I opened my eyes and turned my head to look around, fearful that she’d tried to sneak out of the room and leave me and Dawn to ourselves. After everything she’d done for me and Dawn in the last twenty-four hours, I wanted to have her here with us.

But she hadn’t snuck away. The bedroom door was closed, and I didn’t immediately spot her. That’s because Dawn’s head presently obstructed my view, and I started to figure out what was going on when I felt the mattress shift directly behind Dawn.

Dawn’s face was just above mine, half-lit by the nightstand lamp to my right. She stared down into my eyes with a world of mixed lust and love in her irises. Her lips were parted slightly, but then opened much wider at the very moment I felt a blunt instrument start pressing into Dawn’s bowels from the other side of the thin membrane separating my cock in Dawn’s pussy from her rear passage.

My beautiful best friend’s eyelids fluttered as Adrienne pushed inch after inch of fake phallus into her backdoor. Only after Dawn had been plugged up by sixteen total inches of cock did Adrienne’s head finally appear over her shoulder. Dawn had her eyes closed, concentrating inward on the sensations. But my Tigress smirked down at me, a little too far out of reach for us to kiss, but her golden eyes burned brightly in the dim light.

In my head, I heard Adrienne’s voice counting down:

Three… two… one…

And then together, we MOVED.

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