Chitown
11-03-2011, 12:23 AM
“Private Security” featuring Selena Gomez
Part 2 “PPP On Location” with special guests Jamie Chung and Samantha Droke
With Selena Gomez, Jamie Chung and Samantha Droke
Written by chitown
The following is a work of fiction, containing material of a somewhat explicit nature, intended to entertain adults. If that’s going to trouble you, or not permitted to you for some reason, read no further.
I’m Sergeant Major George Summers, USMC (ret) and currently the head of Selena Gomez’s private security team.
I’m thinking Mandy and Brian Teefy must have been crazy, at least temporarily. I know I was crazy for agreeing to this. When in the middle of the Princess Protection Program shoot on location in Puerto Rico, they found the need to return to LA for a week they didn’t feel “right” leaving their teenage daughter in a suite, alone, so I was persuaded, as head of her personal security, to occupy the extra room. I couldn’t see this being anything but trouble.
Don’t get me wrong, she’s truly a sweetheart. We get along well. It’s just sometimes when I’d glance at her she’d blush and quickly turn away. I found, however, that her smile lit up the room whenever she was in it. Add in the fact that in the few months since we’d first met she’d started to blossom from a skinny little girl to a promising hottie to come. Her hips had started to flare out, and she actually had something to fill out her bra now. One thing hadn’t changed, I could still get lost in the deep brown pools of her eyes, just by meeting her gaze. Insanity.
On Tuesday of what promised to be the longest week of my new career, shooting was done for the day and most of the cast had gathered to eat from Craft Services. Selena seemed totally occupied in conversation with Demi (Lovato), Tom (Verica), Nicholas (Braun), and some others. I decided to sneak away and grab a quick shower while I wouldn’t be missed. I can’t believe I didn’t see the semi tractor trailer truck barreling down at me when I got to the suite. I opened the door to discover something hot and heavy was going on. I crossed to the door to “my” room and pushed it in to reveal quite the sight. Based on the dislocation of comforter, pillows and sheets, the compact Asian beauty Jamie Chung and her blonde, athletic costar Samantha Droke had been getting it on for some time, possibly since they’d been released from shooting 2 hours ago. At present Samantha appeared to be wailing away at Jamie in missionary position with a strap-on. Her tight little ass flexed erotically as she thrust.
“Harder, dammit, deeper”
Huff, puff, “I’m trying, but you insisted we use the small one.”
I cleared my throat. “I’d appreciate it, if when you’re done, you find a maid to … straighten the room.”
Miss Droke paused her thrusting, fully buried.
Jamie just craned her head to look past Sam’s shoulder and giggled. The blonde turned her head to look back and smiled, “Hey Mr Summers, how’s it hanging?”
I decided to play along, “A bit stiffer than a minute ago.”
“Oh really, can we see?” Jamie enthused.
“No, I don’t think that would be a good idea. I came back to shower. That should give you 20 minutes to finish up and clear out.”
“Spoil sport”
With that I moved to the bathroom, making sure to engage the lock. I turned on the hot water tap and disrobed. I was at half mast just thinking about what was transpiring on the other side of the door. I felt myself arguing in favor of succumbing to temptation when the knob turned. It rattled a bit more, stymied by the lock. Funny thing is, if they’d had a minute’s more patience, I’d have been out there with them. I stepped into the hot spray and tried to empty my mind as I washed up. I found my hands to be lingering on my groin with an abundance of lather acting as lube and thoughts of naked girls fucking in my bed swirling through my head.
Turning the tap to cool I rinsed off and stepped out. As I dried off, I listened for sounds of activity coming from the other side of the door. All seemed quiet, maybe finding the door locked, they’d decided I was serious and had cleared out. Good in one respect, incredibly disappointing on a whole different level, and I felt my excitement relax as I wrapped a towel around my waist. In my distraction earlier I’d forgotten to bring anything fresh in with me.
I exited the bathroom to find the two lovelies spooning on the bed. Jamie had her left arm reaching under Samantha’s body to lightly brush her small, pert breasts, while with her right she ran her fingers through the finely trimmed blonde brush and caressed the folds of her pussy. Sam was using her arms to brace herself on the bed as Jamie occasionally bucked her hips into her. For what reason I wasn’t sure, since I could see the strap-on had been tossed on the floor and was in the doorway to the sitting room.
Jamie brought her head forward to nuzzle Sam’s ear and faux whispered, “See, I told you if we were patient, we’d get a shot at a real cock.”
Taunting me, “I don’t know. He looks confused. Maybe he’s gay?”
The Korean-American beauty, looking right at me asked, “How about it Mr Summers? Are you playing for the other team? No disrespect if you are, just such a waste.”
Was I gay? Do a couple encounters on extended deployments with guys whose very lives are co-dependent on yours make someone homosexual? It wasn’t that memory that was tenting my towel, but the 2 women in my bed.
“Just what is it you two want to happen here?”
“Well-“ Samantha prevaricated and Jamie overrode, “We want the most buff guy in town to fuck us silly.”
“But you’re willing to settle for me.”
They both laughed, and I felt a certain tension drain away as I accepted that this was going to happen. Could I have resisted their invitation? Maybe, but it took me no time at all to believe that if I satisfied myself with these 2 more than willing young women it would make it that much easier to resist crossing the suite some night this week and fucking the brains out of Selena, the teenage girl I was supposed to protect from shit like that.
With that capitulation, I took the couple steps required to join them on the bed and lay down facing them. I scooted forward to sandwich the blonde between us and found her mouth with mine, while my left hand located her hip, gliding up and down the smooth soft skin of her flank. She used her hands to brace against me instead of the bed, to resist Jamie’s now more vigorous bucking. She found a couple of scars, and poking at them asked, “Why’d you mark yourself? Were you in prison?”
“No, I actually earned those the hard way. I’m a combat veteran.”
“O M G”
Jamie piped in, “And that’s why he scares the shit out of everyone he looks at.”
“I don’t mean to”
“I know, it’s more an aura thing than something you actively do. It’s like gangstas put on airs but you’re the real deal.”
I moved my right arm from underneath me to fondle Samantha’s chest. The girls each used a hand to relieve me of the towel and one began to stroke my penis while the other cradled my balls. My left moved from her hip to run through blonde pubes and find her wet sex.
Clearly their earlier activities had her fully primed so I slipped a couple fingers inside provoking a gasp of pleasure. I worked them in and out, exploring her pussy and occasionally tapping her clit with my thumb. Her stroking of my shaft lost rhythm as her breathing starting getting a bit erratic.
Jamie announced, “Enough foreplay, you need to start riding that dick.”
She released my balls to push against my hip. Though she lacked the strength and leverage to force the issue, I rolled onto my back. Samantha sat up, then positioned herself over my erection. She guided my head to her lips and then sat down, letting out a squeal of delight as her flesh walls closed about my staff. She wiggled her butt, with me buried to the hilt, grinding her mound into me. I was reaching to steady her hips for the bouncing action to come when Miss Chung made her move. With cat-like grace she popped up and straddled my face, placing her smooth, shaven snatch directly over my mouth, facing her cock-riding costar.
Obviously the only thing to do was put my tongue to work, and so I got busy tasting the musky goodness that is Jamie Chung. Based on what I could feel of their body postures they were fervently making out even as one played pogo stick with my dick and the other ground her crotch into my face. I did my best to match Samantha’s rhythm while offering the occasional circular thrust, but I also needed to concentrate on the tasty delight I was eating. I alternated between loving brushes of her nether lips and jamming my hardened tongue as deep in her crevice as possible. I could feel the blonde nymph getting close when suddenly Jamie yelped, “Yes Squeeze ‘em again, but harder.”
Soon thereafter the girls climaxed virtually simultaneously, washing me in cum. Though I truly question how much I actually had to do with it, they seemed satisfied as they dismounted and moved to cuddle, one on either side.
The Asian cutie’s hand found its way to my groin and said, “This seems foolhardy. A perfectly good hard-on going to waste, but who gets it?”
“You take it. I had a good ride.”
“But I had his tongue”
“True that”
Her grip tightened suddenly, “You decide. Who you gonna take?”
They really wanted to play this game, fine. “Both, of course”
With that I got up off the bed. “Come closer to the edge, let your legs hang off. Now one of you lay on top of the other. While you make out I’ll alternate between you.”
So with the smaller, blonde on top the Korean beauty I spread their stacked legs and impaled the bottom, bald pussy first. She clearly practiced her vaginal contractions and the feeling was fantastic. But this was my game so after a few minutes I pulled out of Jamie and took a turn in Samantha. The girls really seemed to be getting into this, or at least each other. Soon I found myself really wanting to get back to Jamie, and so I switched again. After reinserting, I decided to add a new twist. I leaned over to sneak a hand between their bodies and found a position with access to both clits, and took advantage to really rile them up.
I’d been going at them like this for awhile when I realized something that had tapped my butt a couple times wasn’t a stray heel, but plastic. I turned my head to check I wasn’t going crazy to find I was actually certifiable. Selena Gomez was standing behind me, dressed in matching lacy white bra and panties, wedge sandals …. And the discarded strap-on. I turned my attention back to my tryst on the bed and felt the touch of plastic linger in my crack. I glanced back again, and pitched my voice to carry over the moans and gasps of the other two, told her, “You even think about doing that, and I’ll be forced to return the favor.”
I increased my tempo, needing to bring this session to an end, but unwilling to let the girls think it had been cut short. She timed her thrust perfectly. On my backstroke her small hands grasped my hips and she rammed forward, burying the dildo to the hilt in my unprepped ass
.
I screeched in pain, no other way to describe it. The little bitch locked her legs against mine, clutched my hips and rode me like a rented mule. If I’d stepped back, I’d have trampled her.
Samantha, “What the hell? You just cum?”
“No … No … war wound … scar tissue …” I panted out the lie, but the excruciating pain in my ass, or the thought of the person causing it, was quickly bringing me close.
“I’m getting close … so close …”
“Shoot inside me” Jamie called dibs.
“Noo, fill me up”
I twiddled both their clits while my load shot into Jamie’s greedy cunt, but neither reached their zenith. When I relaxed from the final spurt, I felt the anal intruder pull out. I directed my body to a clear spot on the mattress as I collapsed in the aftermath, but not before noticing the strap-on was back on the floor in the doorway. My ass was on fire. Semi tractor trailer? Wrong. I was in the path of a diesel locomotive.
“I’m sorry ladies, but I’m done for”
***
About midnight, as I quietly checked the suite before turning in, this time when I peeked in Selena’s open door (she’d refused to pay attention, when I told her she should keep it closed) she was sitting up, at the head of the bed and asked tremulously, “Tonight?”
Surprised at finding her awake, it took me a moment to understand the question. “No, not tonight.”
She sighed, “OK”
I shut her door tight, as usual, and thought, ”What the hell?”
The next day, Wednesday, my ass sore as hell, I wasn’t moving to well. Jamie and Samantha seemed to get a giggle or two out of having tamed the big bad wolf. Selena acted skittish. That night she was awake again, “Tonight?” she asked anxiously.
“No, not tonight either.”
“When?”
“I don’t know, but not tonight.”
She rolled over; I shut the door.
Thursday, we all seem to have reverted back to normal, at least during the day. That night, “Tonight,” was not a question, more like a demand.
“No, not tonight.”
I think I heard her mutter “Asshole” as she closed her eyes. I closed the door, and once again considered just how much of the current situation she’d actively set up, how much was a matter of convenient timing.
Friday night she was asleep. “Not tonight either,” I said as I closed the door.
Saturday was a short day of shooting, and so a group went out to catch some of the sights. Selena seemed to be in a snit as I tried to be inconspicuous while tagging along. She was upset with me and we needed to resolve it before Mandy and Brian returned Monday so ….
That night I grabbed a jar of Vaseline from my travel kit while making my nightly check. She was asleep again, but this time I entered her room. The moon shone in from the open draperies to softly illumine the room. She’d kicked off the covers, revealing the light weight over sized t-shirt was all she wore to bed. Lying on her back her long dark tresses framed a face beautiful in its naked glory. The rise and fall of her breathing pressed her small, dark areola against the sheer fabric. The hem was just low enough to cover, if not conceal, the full triangle bush atop her join. Her tanned toned legs extended out, slightly splayed. I stood transfixed, drinking in the sight of her, wanting a camera, fearful I’d forget this vision, because I knew, no matter how the rest of the night went, I’d never convince myself to look at her and see the innocence I attributed to her right now.
Eventually I brought myself to sit on the edge of the bed. I reached out to tap her shoulder, softly saying “Selena”
She grumbled in her sleep and rolled over, facing me. I considered backing out, but I told myself this needed to happen, whatever “this” might be.
I placed my hand on her shoulder now, and actually shook it gently. “Selena Marie”
Her eyes snapped open, “What?” and then in confusion, “Only my mother calls me that. What’s wrong?”
I almost started laughing. A man 3 times her age is in her bedroom in the middle of the night with nothing to physically stop him from assaulting her, and she’s asking what’s wrong. Instead I managed to say, “Tonight’s a good night, if that’s what you want.”
Excitedly, “Really? You serious?” now that she’s fully awake, “I thought maybe you were all bluster and bullshit.” She says with a smile as she moves to sit up.
I’m still trying to organize my thoughts, as her total enthusiasm has caught me a trifle off guard, when she moves to attack the buttons on my shirt. “If we’re going to have sex we need to get you naked.”
I wait for her finish the buttons then say, “Before we get down to business there are a couple things we need to talk about.”
“I promise I won’t tell anyone, ever.”
“You should actually probably pick one person you can absolutely trust to keep it secret and tell them as much as you want. Though I do hope it’s someone other than your parents.”
“Priscilla”
I smiled. I suspected that Priscilla had been spilling about the couple “adventures” we’d had since we first met. “I don’t really need to know who, but I do trust she is a right choice. Next, have you ever had anything in your butt before?”
“My butt? No, well, my finger, once.” She looked confused. “Why?”
“What do you think is going to happen tonight?”
I watched as the emotions flickered across her face. Confusion, concern, realization, panic, curiosity, acceptance. In a small voice, “We’re not having sex tonight?”
“I’m all set to introduce you to the joys and sorrows of anal, but I haven’t earned your vagina, yet.”
She looked like she wanted to speak 3 or 4 times, and finally, “Sorrows?”
“You remember me screeching like a banshee? How I wasn’t particularly comfortable in any posture Wednesday?”
She nodded.
“No matter how well we lubricate and prep stretch, this is going to hurt like hell, and you’ll be sore tomorrow. It’s an off day so you’ll be able to rest and recuperate in the suite. It’s why I waited.” I took a breath. “But if we do it right, it can be one of the best feelings imaginable.”
Softly, “If I say no?”
“I can wait. I’m sure as hell not going to force you. Your decision.”
She nibbled her lower lip in contemplation (I think, maybe she was just playing me) before tugging my open shirt off my shoulders and binding it at my elbows. Demanding, “Take my ass!” she leaned in to press her lips to mine. Objectively, as kisses go it was nothing special, and that’s mostly my fault. My thoughts still reeling; I got lost in the scent of her hair and body powder, forgetting she‘s still learning what she’s doing.
She broke off and looked disappointed, “Aren’t there supposed to be fireworks going off in my head or something?”
I was pretty effectively tied up in my shirt, “Help me get this off and we’ll try again.”
“OK now put your hands on either side of my head.” I reached one hand through her soft flowing hair to the back of her neck and placed the other on her hip. “Let’s lean in a bit.” Our lips met again, and I traced a little pattern on the back of her neck. Her hands gripped harder and as she sighed I slipped my tongue between her parted lips. Her eyes popped open in surprise but I cancelled her natural reflex to pull away, and she calmed and got into it.
When we broke for breath, “Oh my, now I see ‘em.”
We kissed again and quick study that she is, we tongue wrestled vigorously. As I leaned back onto the bed, I pulled her atop me and slipped my hand under her sleep shirt to squeeze her lovely firm butt.
“Just what do you think you’re doing?”
“A little prep work for the main event”
“Oh I just thought you were getting cheeky” and she laughed.
I was hardening against her thigh as she balanced somewhat precariously on my body and off the edge off the bed. All too soon she rolled off to the side, knelt on the bed, and reached for my belt. “Perhaps we should free the monster so I can see what I’m dealing with.”
I snaked a hand between her thighs and she opened them a little to give me access. I ran my hand through the soft pubic hair to the little folds of her labia. A couple fingers traced up and down her divide and I heard a hitch in her breath. Unbuckled and unzipped she pulled me out of my briefs and I heard her mumble to herself, “Nice size, bullshit, he’s huge”
I smiled and corrected her, “I’m not porn star material by any means, but I don’t generally get complaints either.”
“Oh shit, did I really just say that out loud?” followed by, “Are you really going to fit this,” and she gave a playful tug, “inside me?”
“With a little preparation, some cooperation, yes we will be good to go.”
She toyed with my hard-on as I continued to excite her pussy. Then she told me, ”You need to lose the shoes so I can get your pants off.
I relinquished my hand position, eliciting a moan of regret, and sat up to lean over and remove my shoes. Then I stood up to drop the rest, leaving me dressed in white tube socks. I grabbed the jar of petroleum jelly from where I dropped it on the floor at some point, and rejoined Selena back on the bed.
“What’s that for?”
“Pain reduction. I going to coat myself and your little rosebud to ease passage.”
“Why should you have all the fun? Give it over.”
I handed her the jar and she popped it open, and taking a healthy glob with two of her tiny fingers, began slathering it up and down my cock. It was heavenly, and as she treated me I needed to think about baseball to keep from shooting off in her hands.
“Alright, now I think it’ll be best if you’re on your hands and knees, ready to bury your face in a pillow.”
I took the jar from her as she assumed the position and kneeling between her thighs, I used my thumb to thoroughly coat her backdoor before pressing against the puckered opening. She gasped and clenched.
“That’s no good, Sel. You’re going to need to relax.”
I brought my free hand over to caress her lovely derriere as it stuck up in the air. Soon I heard a sigh of contentment and moved my thumb back to her doorway. This time she held steady as it moved in, and then moaned. Slowly, pushed in to knuckle depth I began to explore the inner walls of her rectum when I felt her slick hand close around my member and start stroking.
“Getting impatient?”
“No, I just find I enjoy playing with you,” and she laughed.
She was getting me all riled up so I decided one digit of loosening would have to suffice. “Ok honey, relax, it’s time.”
I took my lubed, erect penis and placed it right at her anus. Gently I pushed my hips forward and as her opening expanded to permit entry, I heard her breath whoosh out. When the head popped in and her sphincter closed around the ridge, she cried out into the pillow. “Good girl,” I thought, but concerned as well I asked aloud, “Are you OK? Should I pull out?”
She lifted her heard and raggedly responded, “Don’t you … fucking dare… I’ll kill you …. With my bare hands …. If you wuss out now” Such a mouth on the girl.
I eased forward and she was now pushing with both hands against the headboard to hold herself in place. At halfway I reversed direction until just my head remained inside. Hips forward again, a little easier this time. After repeating the process a few more time, her grunts changed to groans. Eventually she was sufficiently loosened and lubed I could establish a slow rhythm of thrusting and she began to moan with pleasure. She lifted her head out of the pillow and braced herself on her hands.
“My god … you were… so right …. This is … incredible”
Leaving one hand on her hips to guide my motion, I slipped the other around to her taut belly, and traced down to find her juice factory. We were in the throws of hot sweaty sex and I could feel myself getting close to blasting from pumping into her tight anal canal. I found her clit and she screeched.
“Oh ..you … are … evil’
Soon thereafter she went bonkers, involuntary muscle contractions squeezing my rod for dear life, her face plunged into the pillow which thankfully swallowed her screams of ecstasy. I shot off inside her rectum, spurt after spurt, and I’m not sure her ass would have let me pullout if I’d tried. I kinda collapsed on top of her, but had presence of mind to roll us over so as not to crush her.
I wrapped my arms around her in a classic spoon, waiting for our respective breathing to return to normal. After we were calmed and I shifted my hips to slip my dick out of her butt, for some unfathomable reason I said, “Thank you.”
“Thank you?”
“Yes, thank you, you’re amazing.”
“You just spent the better part of half an hour raping my ass and the best you can do is ‘Thank you’ ?“
In retrospect I should have known she was just trying to get my goat, but the guilt from knowing she’s only 16 and I’m supposed to be protecting her, the only word that registered was “raping”
“I’m sorry-
“Sorry? I don’t want sorry. I want ‘I can’t wait till tomorrow to do it again.’ Get the hell out of my bed.”
I left.
Part 2 “PPP On Location” with special guests Jamie Chung and Samantha Droke
With Selena Gomez, Jamie Chung and Samantha Droke
Written by chitown
The following is a work of fiction, containing material of a somewhat explicit nature, intended to entertain adults. If that’s going to trouble you, or not permitted to you for some reason, read no further.
I’m Sergeant Major George Summers, USMC (ret) and currently the head of Selena Gomez’s private security team.
I’m thinking Mandy and Brian Teefy must have been crazy, at least temporarily. I know I was crazy for agreeing to this. When in the middle of the Princess Protection Program shoot on location in Puerto Rico, they found the need to return to LA for a week they didn’t feel “right” leaving their teenage daughter in a suite, alone, so I was persuaded, as head of her personal security, to occupy the extra room. I couldn’t see this being anything but trouble.
Don’t get me wrong, she’s truly a sweetheart. We get along well. It’s just sometimes when I’d glance at her she’d blush and quickly turn away. I found, however, that her smile lit up the room whenever she was in it. Add in the fact that in the few months since we’d first met she’d started to blossom from a skinny little girl to a promising hottie to come. Her hips had started to flare out, and she actually had something to fill out her bra now. One thing hadn’t changed, I could still get lost in the deep brown pools of her eyes, just by meeting her gaze. Insanity.
On Tuesday of what promised to be the longest week of my new career, shooting was done for the day and most of the cast had gathered to eat from Craft Services. Selena seemed totally occupied in conversation with Demi (Lovato), Tom (Verica), Nicholas (Braun), and some others. I decided to sneak away and grab a quick shower while I wouldn’t be missed. I can’t believe I didn’t see the semi tractor trailer truck barreling down at me when I got to the suite. I opened the door to discover something hot and heavy was going on. I crossed to the door to “my” room and pushed it in to reveal quite the sight. Based on the dislocation of comforter, pillows and sheets, the compact Asian beauty Jamie Chung and her blonde, athletic costar Samantha Droke had been getting it on for some time, possibly since they’d been released from shooting 2 hours ago. At present Samantha appeared to be wailing away at Jamie in missionary position with a strap-on. Her tight little ass flexed erotically as she thrust.
“Harder, dammit, deeper”
Huff, puff, “I’m trying, but you insisted we use the small one.”
I cleared my throat. “I’d appreciate it, if when you’re done, you find a maid to … straighten the room.”
Miss Droke paused her thrusting, fully buried.
Jamie just craned her head to look past Sam’s shoulder and giggled. The blonde turned her head to look back and smiled, “Hey Mr Summers, how’s it hanging?”
I decided to play along, “A bit stiffer than a minute ago.”
“Oh really, can we see?” Jamie enthused.
“No, I don’t think that would be a good idea. I came back to shower. That should give you 20 minutes to finish up and clear out.”
“Spoil sport”
With that I moved to the bathroom, making sure to engage the lock. I turned on the hot water tap and disrobed. I was at half mast just thinking about what was transpiring on the other side of the door. I felt myself arguing in favor of succumbing to temptation when the knob turned. It rattled a bit more, stymied by the lock. Funny thing is, if they’d had a minute’s more patience, I’d have been out there with them. I stepped into the hot spray and tried to empty my mind as I washed up. I found my hands to be lingering on my groin with an abundance of lather acting as lube and thoughts of naked girls fucking in my bed swirling through my head.
Turning the tap to cool I rinsed off and stepped out. As I dried off, I listened for sounds of activity coming from the other side of the door. All seemed quiet, maybe finding the door locked, they’d decided I was serious and had cleared out. Good in one respect, incredibly disappointing on a whole different level, and I felt my excitement relax as I wrapped a towel around my waist. In my distraction earlier I’d forgotten to bring anything fresh in with me.
I exited the bathroom to find the two lovelies spooning on the bed. Jamie had her left arm reaching under Samantha’s body to lightly brush her small, pert breasts, while with her right she ran her fingers through the finely trimmed blonde brush and caressed the folds of her pussy. Sam was using her arms to brace herself on the bed as Jamie occasionally bucked her hips into her. For what reason I wasn’t sure, since I could see the strap-on had been tossed on the floor and was in the doorway to the sitting room.
Jamie brought her head forward to nuzzle Sam’s ear and faux whispered, “See, I told you if we were patient, we’d get a shot at a real cock.”
Taunting me, “I don’t know. He looks confused. Maybe he’s gay?”
The Korean-American beauty, looking right at me asked, “How about it Mr Summers? Are you playing for the other team? No disrespect if you are, just such a waste.”
Was I gay? Do a couple encounters on extended deployments with guys whose very lives are co-dependent on yours make someone homosexual? It wasn’t that memory that was tenting my towel, but the 2 women in my bed.
“Just what is it you two want to happen here?”
“Well-“ Samantha prevaricated and Jamie overrode, “We want the most buff guy in town to fuck us silly.”
“But you’re willing to settle for me.”
They both laughed, and I felt a certain tension drain away as I accepted that this was going to happen. Could I have resisted their invitation? Maybe, but it took me no time at all to believe that if I satisfied myself with these 2 more than willing young women it would make it that much easier to resist crossing the suite some night this week and fucking the brains out of Selena, the teenage girl I was supposed to protect from shit like that.
With that capitulation, I took the couple steps required to join them on the bed and lay down facing them. I scooted forward to sandwich the blonde between us and found her mouth with mine, while my left hand located her hip, gliding up and down the smooth soft skin of her flank. She used her hands to brace against me instead of the bed, to resist Jamie’s now more vigorous bucking. She found a couple of scars, and poking at them asked, “Why’d you mark yourself? Were you in prison?”
“No, I actually earned those the hard way. I’m a combat veteran.”
“O M G”
Jamie piped in, “And that’s why he scares the shit out of everyone he looks at.”
“I don’t mean to”
“I know, it’s more an aura thing than something you actively do. It’s like gangstas put on airs but you’re the real deal.”
I moved my right arm from underneath me to fondle Samantha’s chest. The girls each used a hand to relieve me of the towel and one began to stroke my penis while the other cradled my balls. My left moved from her hip to run through blonde pubes and find her wet sex.
Clearly their earlier activities had her fully primed so I slipped a couple fingers inside provoking a gasp of pleasure. I worked them in and out, exploring her pussy and occasionally tapping her clit with my thumb. Her stroking of my shaft lost rhythm as her breathing starting getting a bit erratic.
Jamie announced, “Enough foreplay, you need to start riding that dick.”
She released my balls to push against my hip. Though she lacked the strength and leverage to force the issue, I rolled onto my back. Samantha sat up, then positioned herself over my erection. She guided my head to her lips and then sat down, letting out a squeal of delight as her flesh walls closed about my staff. She wiggled her butt, with me buried to the hilt, grinding her mound into me. I was reaching to steady her hips for the bouncing action to come when Miss Chung made her move. With cat-like grace she popped up and straddled my face, placing her smooth, shaven snatch directly over my mouth, facing her cock-riding costar.
Obviously the only thing to do was put my tongue to work, and so I got busy tasting the musky goodness that is Jamie Chung. Based on what I could feel of their body postures they were fervently making out even as one played pogo stick with my dick and the other ground her crotch into my face. I did my best to match Samantha’s rhythm while offering the occasional circular thrust, but I also needed to concentrate on the tasty delight I was eating. I alternated between loving brushes of her nether lips and jamming my hardened tongue as deep in her crevice as possible. I could feel the blonde nymph getting close when suddenly Jamie yelped, “Yes Squeeze ‘em again, but harder.”
Soon thereafter the girls climaxed virtually simultaneously, washing me in cum. Though I truly question how much I actually had to do with it, they seemed satisfied as they dismounted and moved to cuddle, one on either side.
The Asian cutie’s hand found its way to my groin and said, “This seems foolhardy. A perfectly good hard-on going to waste, but who gets it?”
“You take it. I had a good ride.”
“But I had his tongue”
“True that”
Her grip tightened suddenly, “You decide. Who you gonna take?”
They really wanted to play this game, fine. “Both, of course”
With that I got up off the bed. “Come closer to the edge, let your legs hang off. Now one of you lay on top of the other. While you make out I’ll alternate between you.”
So with the smaller, blonde on top the Korean beauty I spread their stacked legs and impaled the bottom, bald pussy first. She clearly practiced her vaginal contractions and the feeling was fantastic. But this was my game so after a few minutes I pulled out of Jamie and took a turn in Samantha. The girls really seemed to be getting into this, or at least each other. Soon I found myself really wanting to get back to Jamie, and so I switched again. After reinserting, I decided to add a new twist. I leaned over to sneak a hand between their bodies and found a position with access to both clits, and took advantage to really rile them up.
I’d been going at them like this for awhile when I realized something that had tapped my butt a couple times wasn’t a stray heel, but plastic. I turned my head to check I wasn’t going crazy to find I was actually certifiable. Selena Gomez was standing behind me, dressed in matching lacy white bra and panties, wedge sandals …. And the discarded strap-on. I turned my attention back to my tryst on the bed and felt the touch of plastic linger in my crack. I glanced back again, and pitched my voice to carry over the moans and gasps of the other two, told her, “You even think about doing that, and I’ll be forced to return the favor.”
I increased my tempo, needing to bring this session to an end, but unwilling to let the girls think it had been cut short. She timed her thrust perfectly. On my backstroke her small hands grasped my hips and she rammed forward, burying the dildo to the hilt in my unprepped ass
.
I screeched in pain, no other way to describe it. The little bitch locked her legs against mine, clutched my hips and rode me like a rented mule. If I’d stepped back, I’d have trampled her.
Samantha, “What the hell? You just cum?”
“No … No … war wound … scar tissue …” I panted out the lie, but the excruciating pain in my ass, or the thought of the person causing it, was quickly bringing me close.
“I’m getting close … so close …”
“Shoot inside me” Jamie called dibs.
“Noo, fill me up”
I twiddled both their clits while my load shot into Jamie’s greedy cunt, but neither reached their zenith. When I relaxed from the final spurt, I felt the anal intruder pull out. I directed my body to a clear spot on the mattress as I collapsed in the aftermath, but not before noticing the strap-on was back on the floor in the doorway. My ass was on fire. Semi tractor trailer? Wrong. I was in the path of a diesel locomotive.
“I’m sorry ladies, but I’m done for”
***
About midnight, as I quietly checked the suite before turning in, this time when I peeked in Selena’s open door (she’d refused to pay attention, when I told her she should keep it closed) she was sitting up, at the head of the bed and asked tremulously, “Tonight?”
Surprised at finding her awake, it took me a moment to understand the question. “No, not tonight.”
She sighed, “OK”
I shut her door tight, as usual, and thought, ”What the hell?”
The next day, Wednesday, my ass sore as hell, I wasn’t moving to well. Jamie and Samantha seemed to get a giggle or two out of having tamed the big bad wolf. Selena acted skittish. That night she was awake again, “Tonight?” she asked anxiously.
“No, not tonight either.”
“When?”
“I don’t know, but not tonight.”
She rolled over; I shut the door.
Thursday, we all seem to have reverted back to normal, at least during the day. That night, “Tonight,” was not a question, more like a demand.
“No, not tonight.”
I think I heard her mutter “Asshole” as she closed her eyes. I closed the door, and once again considered just how much of the current situation she’d actively set up, how much was a matter of convenient timing.
Friday night she was asleep. “Not tonight either,” I said as I closed the door.
Saturday was a short day of shooting, and so a group went out to catch some of the sights. Selena seemed to be in a snit as I tried to be inconspicuous while tagging along. She was upset with me and we needed to resolve it before Mandy and Brian returned Monday so ….
That night I grabbed a jar of Vaseline from my travel kit while making my nightly check. She was asleep again, but this time I entered her room. The moon shone in from the open draperies to softly illumine the room. She’d kicked off the covers, revealing the light weight over sized t-shirt was all she wore to bed. Lying on her back her long dark tresses framed a face beautiful in its naked glory. The rise and fall of her breathing pressed her small, dark areola against the sheer fabric. The hem was just low enough to cover, if not conceal, the full triangle bush atop her join. Her tanned toned legs extended out, slightly splayed. I stood transfixed, drinking in the sight of her, wanting a camera, fearful I’d forget this vision, because I knew, no matter how the rest of the night went, I’d never convince myself to look at her and see the innocence I attributed to her right now.
Eventually I brought myself to sit on the edge of the bed. I reached out to tap her shoulder, softly saying “Selena”
She grumbled in her sleep and rolled over, facing me. I considered backing out, but I told myself this needed to happen, whatever “this” might be.
I placed my hand on her shoulder now, and actually shook it gently. “Selena Marie”
Her eyes snapped open, “What?” and then in confusion, “Only my mother calls me that. What’s wrong?”
I almost started laughing. A man 3 times her age is in her bedroom in the middle of the night with nothing to physically stop him from assaulting her, and she’s asking what’s wrong. Instead I managed to say, “Tonight’s a good night, if that’s what you want.”
Excitedly, “Really? You serious?” now that she’s fully awake, “I thought maybe you were all bluster and bullshit.” She says with a smile as she moves to sit up.
I’m still trying to organize my thoughts, as her total enthusiasm has caught me a trifle off guard, when she moves to attack the buttons on my shirt. “If we’re going to have sex we need to get you naked.”
I wait for her finish the buttons then say, “Before we get down to business there are a couple things we need to talk about.”
“I promise I won’t tell anyone, ever.”
“You should actually probably pick one person you can absolutely trust to keep it secret and tell them as much as you want. Though I do hope it’s someone other than your parents.”
“Priscilla”
I smiled. I suspected that Priscilla had been spilling about the couple “adventures” we’d had since we first met. “I don’t really need to know who, but I do trust she is a right choice. Next, have you ever had anything in your butt before?”
“My butt? No, well, my finger, once.” She looked confused. “Why?”
“What do you think is going to happen tonight?”
I watched as the emotions flickered across her face. Confusion, concern, realization, panic, curiosity, acceptance. In a small voice, “We’re not having sex tonight?”
“I’m all set to introduce you to the joys and sorrows of anal, but I haven’t earned your vagina, yet.”
She looked like she wanted to speak 3 or 4 times, and finally, “Sorrows?”
“You remember me screeching like a banshee? How I wasn’t particularly comfortable in any posture Wednesday?”
She nodded.
“No matter how well we lubricate and prep stretch, this is going to hurt like hell, and you’ll be sore tomorrow. It’s an off day so you’ll be able to rest and recuperate in the suite. It’s why I waited.” I took a breath. “But if we do it right, it can be one of the best feelings imaginable.”
Softly, “If I say no?”
“I can wait. I’m sure as hell not going to force you. Your decision.”
She nibbled her lower lip in contemplation (I think, maybe she was just playing me) before tugging my open shirt off my shoulders and binding it at my elbows. Demanding, “Take my ass!” she leaned in to press her lips to mine. Objectively, as kisses go it was nothing special, and that’s mostly my fault. My thoughts still reeling; I got lost in the scent of her hair and body powder, forgetting she‘s still learning what she’s doing.
She broke off and looked disappointed, “Aren’t there supposed to be fireworks going off in my head or something?”
I was pretty effectively tied up in my shirt, “Help me get this off and we’ll try again.”
“OK now put your hands on either side of my head.” I reached one hand through her soft flowing hair to the back of her neck and placed the other on her hip. “Let’s lean in a bit.” Our lips met again, and I traced a little pattern on the back of her neck. Her hands gripped harder and as she sighed I slipped my tongue between her parted lips. Her eyes popped open in surprise but I cancelled her natural reflex to pull away, and she calmed and got into it.
When we broke for breath, “Oh my, now I see ‘em.”
We kissed again and quick study that she is, we tongue wrestled vigorously. As I leaned back onto the bed, I pulled her atop me and slipped my hand under her sleep shirt to squeeze her lovely firm butt.
“Just what do you think you’re doing?”
“A little prep work for the main event”
“Oh I just thought you were getting cheeky” and she laughed.
I was hardening against her thigh as she balanced somewhat precariously on my body and off the edge off the bed. All too soon she rolled off to the side, knelt on the bed, and reached for my belt. “Perhaps we should free the monster so I can see what I’m dealing with.”
I snaked a hand between her thighs and she opened them a little to give me access. I ran my hand through the soft pubic hair to the little folds of her labia. A couple fingers traced up and down her divide and I heard a hitch in her breath. Unbuckled and unzipped she pulled me out of my briefs and I heard her mumble to herself, “Nice size, bullshit, he’s huge”
I smiled and corrected her, “I’m not porn star material by any means, but I don’t generally get complaints either.”
“Oh shit, did I really just say that out loud?” followed by, “Are you really going to fit this,” and she gave a playful tug, “inside me?”
“With a little preparation, some cooperation, yes we will be good to go.”
She toyed with my hard-on as I continued to excite her pussy. Then she told me, ”You need to lose the shoes so I can get your pants off.
I relinquished my hand position, eliciting a moan of regret, and sat up to lean over and remove my shoes. Then I stood up to drop the rest, leaving me dressed in white tube socks. I grabbed the jar of petroleum jelly from where I dropped it on the floor at some point, and rejoined Selena back on the bed.
“What’s that for?”
“Pain reduction. I going to coat myself and your little rosebud to ease passage.”
“Why should you have all the fun? Give it over.”
I handed her the jar and she popped it open, and taking a healthy glob with two of her tiny fingers, began slathering it up and down my cock. It was heavenly, and as she treated me I needed to think about baseball to keep from shooting off in her hands.
“Alright, now I think it’ll be best if you’re on your hands and knees, ready to bury your face in a pillow.”
I took the jar from her as she assumed the position and kneeling between her thighs, I used my thumb to thoroughly coat her backdoor before pressing against the puckered opening. She gasped and clenched.
“That’s no good, Sel. You’re going to need to relax.”
I brought my free hand over to caress her lovely derriere as it stuck up in the air. Soon I heard a sigh of contentment and moved my thumb back to her doorway. This time she held steady as it moved in, and then moaned. Slowly, pushed in to knuckle depth I began to explore the inner walls of her rectum when I felt her slick hand close around my member and start stroking.
“Getting impatient?”
“No, I just find I enjoy playing with you,” and she laughed.
She was getting me all riled up so I decided one digit of loosening would have to suffice. “Ok honey, relax, it’s time.”
I took my lubed, erect penis and placed it right at her anus. Gently I pushed my hips forward and as her opening expanded to permit entry, I heard her breath whoosh out. When the head popped in and her sphincter closed around the ridge, she cried out into the pillow. “Good girl,” I thought, but concerned as well I asked aloud, “Are you OK? Should I pull out?”
She lifted her heard and raggedly responded, “Don’t you … fucking dare… I’ll kill you …. With my bare hands …. If you wuss out now” Such a mouth on the girl.
I eased forward and she was now pushing with both hands against the headboard to hold herself in place. At halfway I reversed direction until just my head remained inside. Hips forward again, a little easier this time. After repeating the process a few more time, her grunts changed to groans. Eventually she was sufficiently loosened and lubed I could establish a slow rhythm of thrusting and she began to moan with pleasure. She lifted her head out of the pillow and braced herself on her hands.
“My god … you were… so right …. This is … incredible”
Leaving one hand on her hips to guide my motion, I slipped the other around to her taut belly, and traced down to find her juice factory. We were in the throws of hot sweaty sex and I could feel myself getting close to blasting from pumping into her tight anal canal. I found her clit and she screeched.
“Oh ..you … are … evil’
Soon thereafter she went bonkers, involuntary muscle contractions squeezing my rod for dear life, her face plunged into the pillow which thankfully swallowed her screams of ecstasy. I shot off inside her rectum, spurt after spurt, and I’m not sure her ass would have let me pullout if I’d tried. I kinda collapsed on top of her, but had presence of mind to roll us over so as not to crush her.
I wrapped my arms around her in a classic spoon, waiting for our respective breathing to return to normal. After we were calmed and I shifted my hips to slip my dick out of her butt, for some unfathomable reason I said, “Thank you.”
“Thank you?”
“Yes, thank you, you’re amazing.”
“You just spent the better part of half an hour raping my ass and the best you can do is ‘Thank you’ ?“
In retrospect I should have known she was just trying to get my goat, but the guilt from knowing she’s only 16 and I’m supposed to be protecting her, the only word that registered was “raping”
“I’m sorry-
“Sorry? I don’t want sorry. I want ‘I can’t wait till tomorrow to do it again.’ Get the hell out of my bed.”
I left.