Mean Girls Reunion – Celebrity Orgy

“What the hell?” That was probably not the best way to greet Rachel McAdams.

But when she suddenly appeared at my front door, near my house, on my day off before the biggest day of my career – a day she couldn’t be a part of – I gave myself some leeway.

“Hello right back,” Rachel said before making her way in. “You didn’t answer your phone, so I thought I’d call on you here.”

“I had it turned off. For my day off,” I informed her. “And how do you even know my number?”

“Amanda squealed on you,” Rachel told me, earning my strict attention. “I could have called your bosses, but I needed to talk to you before I see them.”

“See them? For what?” I asked as if I didn’t suspect. Comprehending was another matter.

“I changed my mind,” she went on. “I want to be part of your reunion. So I made time to get off my movie and come by tomorrow. I know this is last second, and you’ve probably made all kinds of plans to go on without me. That’s why I want you to make them put me in.”

“Me?” I asked inadequately. “I….don’t have that kind of power. Just talk directly to my bosses. Why would they refuse you?”

“They’re not the ones who got everyone else on board, are they?” Rachel pointed out. “You did, if my snitch was on the level.”

“You mean Amanda,” I rolled my eyes.

“The point is, you got her and the others to do this. Even Lindsay,” Rachel reminded me. “And that was after you hit a wall with me. So no way am I gonna be the odd one out now. I’m gonna get on there, and you’re gonna help me.”

I tried to get my head around it before I spoke. I didn’t wait long enough, as I only had, “But it’s my day off.” Once I remembered my better excuses, I laid them out.

“All I did was get them to come. I’m not doing the interviews, the shoots or the costumes. What happens tomorrow…..I’ve got no actual part in it. I’m just a spectator. I’m sorry, but it’s out of my hands now,” I told her. “You don’t need me to convince you to come, apparently. Just tell them you wanna do it and they’ll get you in.”

“They’ve got everything set up for Lindsay, Amanda, Lacey, Tina and Lizzy. I’m not giving them much time to fit me in. What if they can’t think of anything good for me? What if there’s too much they gotta change?” Rachel wondered.

“I want to do this, but I don’t want to pay for a rush job. One that’s kind of my fault, I know,” she assured. “I need someone to look out for my interests. And my agents and managers have days off too. So….I figure the guy who made this possible, despite my best efforts, can look out for me. Help me make my case to sneak in there, and make sure I’m taken care of if it works.”

“I don’t think you need to be taken care of that much,” I admitted. “You’re the biggest star of the whole group. Biggest movie star, anyway,” I qualified, disqualifying Lindsay, Tina and Lizzy – while slightly dissing Amanda and probably Lacey. “They’re not gonna turn your star power down, or let you look ridiculous. They can’t afford to.”

“You can never be too careful. How do you think I stayed a star after growing up?” Rachel asked.

“Nicholas Sparks?” I answered without a second thought. Luckily, Rachel laughed a little and bailed out my lack of thinking.

“That and covering my bases. Surrounding myself with reliable people, that sort of thing,” Rachel explained. “You’re reliable, right? I mean, you convinced the rest of them like that! You must have gone all out to get them on board, so why not do it for me, too?”

Before I answered, or admitted I didn’t have much of an answer, Rachel decided to assume, “Is this because I turned you down? Okay, I could have set my schedule aside from the start, fine. But you didn’t even know if this was real back then! What’s done is done, so what do you want from me now? A blowjob?!”

Funny she went right to that. The only funny thing about it, really. But she kept being hilarious and said, “For all I know, that’s how you got them on board! I could only put it off for so long, I guess!”

This was her being frustrated at me. Nothing else. I had to believe that. It wasn’t because Amanda was that big of a snitch, or that Rachel was….that interested in my help.

Yet it had been over a month since that….experience with Lindsay. I hadn’t had any with anyone else since, due to work, a few other possible factors, and the unlikelihood of topping January 2014 anytime soon. I was probably rusty by now – but what if I wasn’t?

I looked at Rachel to see if she was kidding around yet. Instead, I lingered on her annoyed but still pretty face, then down to her red polka dot dress. But when I looked down further and saw her legs in those heels, she really had my attention. Even if she didn’t want it like that yet.

Despite Rachel being more accomplished than any of the Mean Girls – on the big screen, anyway – I’d followed everyone else a lot more, even before having sex with them. As such, it was news to me that Rachel had legs that shapely – and had those kind of outlines on her ass.

If she could work those legs and everything else fast enough, then….

No. It seemed I learned nothing from Lindsay after all.

Blackmail comes with a cost – even if Rachel probably wasn’t into Lindsay’s kind of ‘payment plan.’ It would be just my luck to be proven wrong the hard way. Why test that and make her think she had to blow me, so I’d do something I was already going to do? Doing that once was enough.

Plus if she was going to be in the shoot tomorrow, we really had no time to waste with blowjobs. It’d have to be a sloppy, disappointing rush job, which would be a real disappointing end to these sex escapades. And she’d have less time to prepare too, or something.

“We’ll discuss other payment plans later,” I finally shrugged off. “Now we’ve gotta get you to the office. And some other people too.” Once I got my keys and my cell phone, I headed out with Rachel to start the busiest day off of my life.

March 3, 2014

So this was what five rounds of sex, incredible gambles, massive stress and 11-year-old connections yielded.

In the end, the editors and photographers settled on typical school-themed sets and costumes. The cover photo would have the Mean Girls walking down a hall, with Lizzy and Tina nearby. The lead photo for the article would have the girls sitting around a classroom and posing, while Tina was trying to teach them. And there’d be assorted individual photos in classrooms, the gym, a cafeteria, etc.

I might have tried to be more original, but that wasn’t my job yet. I did my job just by getting everyone here, getting Rachel and my bosses in the same room yesterday, and helping them pitch their ideas to her. The rest was their problem – although if this issue and these photos didn’t take off, it’s not like they’d take the blame. After all, getting them here was all my idea, no matter how I did it.

Still, I didn’t see anything too disastrous or controversial. Maybe they saved that for their interviews, but I didn’t see that part. As for the shoot, the girls weren’t arguing, Lindsay wasn’t making a scene, and their school clothes were in the revealing yet tasteful category.

Rachel had her old Regina George poise and command back, while Amanda and Lacey looked appropriately doting – though I don’t know how successful they were in not upstaging the Queen Bee. Maybe that was just my bias talking. In any case, Lindsay mustered up some of her old star power, Lizzy still rocked it in black, and Tina showed why the old “hot for teacher” fantasy was still so popular.

Whether I would have been more creative or not, this seemed to have all the elements that would make readers buy the issue – or read it online. Once they did and I got credit for getting the ball rolling, the sky might be the limit after all.

There wasn’t even any revealing, post-sex awkwardness between any of us on set. If these actresses felt it, they acted well enough to hide it. Maybe it helped that I only had time to greet and hug them before they had to work. But after they left for their interviews and came back for some final shots, I thought I felt some of them looking at me funny.

Perhaps it was nothing. Perhaps I should have savored it either way, since they might not ever look at me again after today. Either way, I chose to keep taking a victory lap in my head.

When it was exhausted and everyone else was changed and ready to go, I decided I needed a moment to myself before I said goodbye. I looked for the nearest storage room on the lot we were shooting at, then went in, closed it up and took it all in.

It was over. I did what I set out to do. And it looked like I did it just fine. Maybe I’d get to do other, more important things just fine too. All because of a hair brained idea that paid off in ways I….never imagined. Well, maybe not never.

I got to live a whole bunch of dreams and get away with it. Personally and now professionally. If that didn’t call for a non-professional fist pump, and jumping up and down with silent cheers, nothing did.

“Should have saved that for the blooper reel,” I stopped jumping around to hear.

While I was distracted, it seemed Tina had entered the room. She was back in the regular blue dress she had on before the shoot. Yet while she didn’t have her glasses, her legs still had those tempting stockings on. But the time to notice that stuff had passed. “There are some things that even web exclusives aren’t ready for,” I joked to distract myself.

“Touche. So, you did it!” Tina noted, with a congratulatory slap to the shoulder. “You gave a fake high school their older, bitchy dictators back for a day. Good for you!”

“Was it good for you too?” I let get away from me, before I cleared up, “Seeing the dictators, I mean. Did you have fun?”

“Yep. Absence from the world of fake teaching does make the heart grow fonder,” Tina commented. “Applies to a lot of things you haven’t seen for 10 years. At least that’s what I’ve noticed.”

“A lot of that going around,” I had to admit.

“Well, who knows if that’ll be the case in 2024,” Tina said. “I’ll probably see some of them again a lot sooner. I hope so, anyway. Others….I’m not so sure about, but I’m hopeful.” As I tried to figure out who she was talking about, she continued, “But others….I’m sure they’ll be just fine either way.”

I wanted to joke and say something about Lindsay, in case Tina was talking about her – and in case she wasn’t. But I still wasn’t at a place where I could mock Lindsay without having….revealing flashbacks. Better to be sincere in front of Tina. “They will be now,” I assured.

“In any case, I’m glad I was here. I learned a lot,” Tina stated. “My co-creation is still going strong after 10 years. I’m sure your creation today will have some legs too.”

“From one leggy creator to another, thanks,” I went to there. Although that should have made me awkward – so much of this should have, really – I was more at ease in Tina’s presence than not. Probably because I might not be in it again. And now the awkwardness set in a little. “Seriously, thanks for coming,” I said less confidently.

“Same here,” Tina replied, then slapped my other shoulder. “There, all even again,” she explained. Although this might have been a veiled reference to our last meeting – and its sexy context – I still laughed like normal. Then when she went over and hugged me, I hugged back like normal.

When she broke from me and pecked my lips, I still looked normal – I assumed. When I went on instinct and pecked her right back, she looked normal. Before I could have an overdue normal freak out, we wound up pecking each other. Then it sunk into a nice, normal extended kiss – leaving the less than normal circumstances aside.

Of all the less than normal circumstances I could have pointed out – like her being married, although it barely stopped me before – I settled on reminding her, “There are people outside,” while I still could.

“We’ll have to cover our noisy mouths, then,” Tina reasoned. Kissing me then certainly kept me quiet – and made my moans easier to ignore.

I didn’t know how far this was gonna go, how to keep this quiet, or whether the door was even locked. All I could make myself do was keep kissing Tina. Instinct helped me put my hands on her waist, while hers were locked on my face.

Once our tongues joined in, my hands went lower down her dress. My left one lifted it up and went to the top of her stocking, rubbing it and the top of her leg. Tina’s left hand went to the back of my neck while her right drifted down my body too.

I felt my moans getting deeper, but her lips and tongue kept them muffled enough for the outside world – hopefully. It did get harder when I felt Tina’s hand on my zipper – and remembered the good it could do. To distract myself, I put my left hand under her dress, hoping to remind her of its talents.

Tina unzipped me before I got to her underwear. Right as my fingers traced her covered center, hers reached to pull out my cock. Both our moans got louder and we had to break the kiss, yet our fingers went to work and made us have to cover our mouths again.

I slid a finger into her panties, yet Tina topped me by pumping my shaft and gliding her thumb over my head. In return, my free hand went to cup her right breast, while my occupied one got closer to her opening. Just as I slid over her lips below, her lips above suckled on mine, distracting me as she seemed to be turning me around.

I was standing straight with Tina right next to me, so she only used her right hand to turn my head and kiss me again. Before I could move my body, her tongue plunged right into my mouth as her right hand stroked the back of my head – and her left worked its magic below again. With that in mind, I went with it and merely reached my left hand over to her pussy.

Before I could get there, I felt something funny on my cock. Something other than Tina stroking my shaft. This feeling was wetter and warmer on my head….and it wasn’t coming from Tina. How could it? But who could?

The answer was Lizzy Caplan.

Yet I only saw Lizzy on her knees, with her mouth on my head, for one second. Tina turned my head back to her and kissed me, drowning out my “What the fuck?!” reaction. Lizzy’s tongue and Tina’s hand on me helped too.

But Tina did have to break eventually, and I got a “What” out before Lizzy’s tongue reached my underside. For good measure, Tina’s hand went down to my balls. At that point, the memories of how good these things were the first time – and how they were happening again at the same time – drowned out my need to know why.

“We’re good?” Tina asked me at my most vulnerable. I could only nod, but Tina pecked my lips and Lizzy pecked my cock anyway. “Good. Sit down.”

I nearly got enough strength back to ask what she meant. But when I saw a chair not far away from Lizzy, it seemed pointless. She really had been sneaky coming in here while Tina distracted me. Might as well sit down and see the payoff.

I went over to the chair, not bothering to put my cock back in my pants, or even take my pants off. Lizzy followed and dropped back to her knees, while Tina stood next to me. She lifted up her dress, and I saw how I would be able to cover my moans this time. Tina might have more trouble, however.

When Lizzy put her mouth halfway down my shaft, I had to risk it.

After watching Lizzy bobble on me, I turned my head and put my hands on Tina’s hips. I lowered her panties halfway down her legs, then lifted her dress up to expose her bare pussy. I held her hips and the bottom of her dress, while I kissed up her leg and slid my tongue from her thigh to her opening.

I used my tongue right on cue, given how Lizzy licked all the way from my sack to my head. My groans vibrated onto Tina, which made her have to cover her moaning mouth. Soon, I was able to lick and suckle Tina with the same rhythm that Lizzy was suckling me. I even tried to very lightly fuck her mouth in tune with my tongue fucking Tina.

Lizzy held my hips down, putting an end to that idea. However, her tongue quickly licked me up and down on one side, then she pushed my cock down to lick the other side. I gritted my teeth, nearly biting Tina in the process.

I had to hurry Tina along, or Lacey would make me blow before I could see it. With that, I took my left hand off Tina and had to hold her dress up with my right. Still, this left my left finger open to drive into her and fuck her hard, while I licked and nibbled her harder.

Tina’s muffled moans got louder, but she had enough freedom to grasp the back of my head. She rubbed it and pushed it deeper onto her, as if I was going anywhere. As I licked and fucked her deeper, I felt Lizzy bobble on my shaft faster, before taking it all the way down her throat.

She swallowed me up, leaving me too breathless to eat Tina, although I could keep fucking her. When Lizzy came off, I gave my loudest moan, but put my face back on Tina to quiet down. As I got back to licking her, I felt Lizzy slowly lather up my underside, then give it a deep, slow kiss – repeating the same pattern with my head, shaft and sack.

I wasn’t as close now, although I wasn’t too confident about that. Lizzy was going back to her slow, sensual cocksucking, which I wondered if we had time for. Just in case, I added my thumb on Tina, still needing her to go first. Then again, it was just between me and her, I assumed.

As I wondered how Lizzy was going to get off, she stopped bobbing on my cock and just hummed on it. She added her tongue, yet her moans were vibrating harder on me. She popped off and rubbed her lips on my head, still humming her deepest and driving me nuts.

Fitting, since it appeared she was driving herself nuts too, in lue of one of us doing it.

“You wanna take care of Lizzy?” I heard Tina dare to gasp. “Then take care of me first. Make me cum all over that beautiful mouth. Let me taste myself there before I go….or taste Lizzy too, if that’s how you’re gonna go.”

“Might be too late,” Lizzy spoke up next. “I’m doing a good job….aren’t I?” she asked right before suckling my head, rapidly tonguing it and humming as she fingered herself.

“So good,” I gasped.

“She deserves something for it. Give it to her after you give it to me….before she beats you to it,” Tina warned. “Better get going.”

“Mmmhmm….before your cock and my finger make me more….impatient,” Lizzy said seductively.

Now I finally had to turn my head and look at Lizzy. I caught her just as she put her lips over my head, with her hand clearly inside her skirt. She rapidly licked my slit and moaned while fucking herself, her eyes teasing me the whole way.

I then looked at Tina, whose face was clearly flushed although her right hand was over her mouth. Right as Lizzy nibbled and kissed my head, I figured I had to make Tina keep her hand there.

I turned my head back to her pussy and dove back in, my finger fucking her and her thumb rubbing her as my tongue stroked her. Tina’s muffled moans nearly drowned out Lizzy’s, and she even added a few “Fuck me” demands into her hand.

Her other hand went back on my head and pushed me, right as her hips grinded against me. In response, my right hand went under Tina’s dress and onto her ass. Her free hand took over lifting her dress up, and soon all our hands were pretty full.

Lizzy’s pumped herself and me while sucking me down, while my hands caressed the front and back of Tina’s groin. Said groin then rocked itself onto my finger, which was a clear enough message.

With one more big burst, I finger fucked Tina and ate the surrounding areas up. My digit also wiggled in her as I bounced her ass in my other hand. Tina growled and cursed in her own hand – all while Lizzy’s hands worked even faster. Yet her mouth was as slow and toe curling as ever.

It really was anyone’s guess who would cum first. Yet my finger rubbed Tina extra hard inside, to go along with my tongue’s thorough work. Combined with my thumb’s final effort, and Tina’s muffled, “Fuck, here I come,” the race was decided.

Lizzy helped – somewhat – by popping off me right as Tina came on my lips. The taste and the sense of triumph helped as much as it could.

When she was done, I put her dress down and sat back, although I had just a few seconds before Tina bent down and kissed me. She tasted herself on my mouth like she promised, and I was content to let her have her meal.

I was almost over Lizzy not blowing me by then. Until Lizzy sat on my lap.

Tina backed off as Lizzy lifted her hips and sunk onto my cock. She wasn’t sucking it, so this was a mixed blessing – despite the skills of what was sucking me down now. “My turn,” Lizzy broke my thoughts, bending down to kiss me too.

She got the last of Tina’s taste off, while I savored some of Lizzy’s as well. Before long, it balanced out.

Though my fingers were exhausted, I had to finally use them on Lizzy. So I rubbed her pussy while it rode me hard, all as Lizzy kissed me to keep us both quiet. Yet with the way we were both worked up, it wouldn’t be necessary much longer.

“Cum in me. I missed out on that last time,” Lizzy got out, in Tina’s earshot – whether that mattered or not. Regardless, it made a much bigger impact on me.

My cock and finger worked faster, leaving Lizzy to drop her head on my shoulder and bury her moans there. But she had better luck controlling herself than I did. They’d just done too much of a number on me.

I couldn’t hold myself before Lizzy came. Yet when I shot into her, Lizzy didn’t sound disappointed, even while muffled. In fact, she tightened on me and rode me harder, leaving me to just hang onto her and ride my orgasm out. Just as I finished it, she began to ride her own.

My left hand stayed between us while my right held onto her ass, with both of us catching our breath. Lizzy eventually stopped breathing into my ear, lifting her head up to see me. She didn’t look for long, as she got off my lap despite her exhaustion.

Nevertheless, she got back on her knees to see my wet cock start deflating. Despite its sensitivity, she licked and kissed it clean one more time before tucking it back in my pants. Once she zipped me back up, Lizzy got on her feet and kissed my lips once more too – letting me taste everything on her lips too.

Lizzy straightened herself up while I noticed Tina was already right as rain. “You think that covers it?” Tina asked – but not to me.

“Yep. I’d like to think we set the bar high. Probably not enough, though,” Lizzy confused me, but not Tina.

“Won’t know till next time, I guess,” Tina said. She then bothered to notice me, adding, “I’ll be reading, watching and illegally downloading all your stuff till then. It’ll spare me from needing a…..more private icebreaker at parties.”

Tina kissed my left cheek, apparently as some kind of closure. Lizzy followed suit by saying, “Well, I don’t need any extra….motivation for fake TV sex. Not till Season Three, anyway. Until then….” she left hanging by kissing my right cheek, then walking out with Tina.

I just stayed in the chair, both to avoid suspicion and to get my head back in order. The sex throwing it out of wack was one thing, but some of those odd comments at the end was something else. In any case, I could only ponder them in here for five more minutes, before more people noticed my absence.

I walked out then, acting normal enough for goodbyes with some of the crew. Still, I was more than ready to get to the elevator and head home. Once I got to the elevator, I pushed the button to the ground floor, leaned back and closed my eyes.

I heard two sets of footsteps coming in, but I waited until the doors closed to see my company. On my left was Lacey Chabert – in a blue top with the top two buttons off. On my right was Lindsay Lohan, back in her typical loose ensemble. Didn’t that beat all.

“Fancy seeing you here,” Lacey started.

“We saw him all day, it’s not so fancy anymore,” Lindsay nitpicked. “But you’re not the one who had to pose and talk all day. How come you look more tired than us?”

“Weight of it being over, I guess,” I guessed as an excuse.

“I get that. Look at us now,” Lacey stated. “You started with me, and you ended with Lindsay. If you don’t count Rachel.” I couldn’t….not in a certain way.

“And now it’s over,” I reminded myself as the elevator reached the ground floor. Yet when I walked out, they followed me into the parking garage anyway.

“Makes you think, though,” Lacey continued. “If I’d turned you down after Rachel did, this whole thing wouldn’t have happened. But I got the ball rolling for you.”

“And that ball would have been useless if I didn’t catch it,” Lindsay argued. “You know exactly why that is,” she stressed to me.

“But you never could have caught it if I didn’t start throwing it,” Lacey came back.

“Tina, Lizzy and Amanda took turns throwing it to me too,” Lindsay retorted. “It was by luck of the draw that you got it first. Or the luck of having nothing better or bigger to do.”

“Not bigger in one way, maybe,” Lacey snarked. “In other ways…I’ve stayed pretty firm. Unlike some people.”

“Or so you made Maxim think. Playboy knows better, trust me,” Lindsay said, as I realized what they were really talking about. And how convenient it was for them that Amanda wasn’t part of this….ample argument. And how I really didn’t need to end this with a brawl on my watch.

“Ladies, come on,” I tried to break up. “None of you have a single thing to be jealous about. At least not enough to fight about here. Or now. If you’re still mad about it in June or something, that’s a different story. But for now, let’s just let….the story speak for itself.”

When they didn’t say anything, I felt safe to leave and let that be the end of it. But as I got to my car, I heard Lindsay say anew, “A story that wouldn’t exist if you didn’t go all out for me.”

“Oh, you were doing it anyway, and you know it,” Lacey said behind me. “You don’t need theatrics to get the job done every time.” Technically, those theatrics were blackmail/a lesson to me, but….wait.

“He was too drained to complain, so what does that tell you?” Lindsay argued. It was probably well past time to beat my retreat now. So I unlocked the car and made my way into the driver’s seat – only to see Lindsay and Lacey jump in the back before I turned the key.

“Okay, where is this going?” I cut to the chase.

“Clearly we have different….tactics,” Lacey alluded to. “They both played their part in making this happen. But there’s at least one area we’re both equal in. Supposedly. That’s a good tiebreaker.”

“Right, like that really disqualifies me. My areas have been through hell and they’re still here. You just take yours out of the box every 10 years. That barely counts,” Lindsay complained.

“All right, hold on! Are you arguing about….who inspired me more, or your areas? Those are two different fights,” I nitpicked.

“We can settle them both,” Lacey insisted.

“Well, I can’t see it happening in this car,” I decided, getting out and opening the back seat. Lacey came out first – then pushed me back in before going back herself. She closed the door and left me sitting in between her and Lindsay.

“Lindsay, since you’re so confident, you won’t mind me going first,” Lacey said. I didn’t hear Lindsay object – all I saw was Lacey removing her top, leaving her chest bare except for one of her pink bras. Her pink, cleavage enhancing bras. “Go on,” she softly added.

“Uh, I….” I stumbled, from my predicament and her boobs. “I just….peed,” I coded the truth. “I can’t….approve of anyone right now.”

“All the better,” Lacey still approved. She reached for my zipper, pulled it down and took out my cock, proving it wasn’t ready to get erect. Yet.

Her hand went to mine, bringing it onto her covered tits. “Go ahead,” Lacey gave permission. This helped me bring my other hand over there, as both of them cupped her breasts and pushed them up further. At that point, my head dropped into her cleavage and started kissing.

Since my cock was still spent, I figured I could afford to take my time. And taking my time with Lacey’s breasts wasn’t a bad idea for any reason. I went back and forth between kissing her bare skin and her bra cups, my hands stroking her along the way.

“Mmmmhmmm,” Lacey moaned as my tongue dove deep into her cleavage. But it might have been because I felt myself growing. When Lacey took my head off her and removed her bra, I was pretty much throbbing. So point for Lacey.

Not much could take my eyes off Lacey’s chest. Yet I felt hands on my legs and remembered Lindsay was still there. When I turned and saw Lindsay was bare chested herself, I knew I wouldn’t forget again.

Especially not when Lindsay got on her knees on the car floor, put her chest over my cock and started smothering it. “You knew I was taking a turn at some point,” Lindsay taunted Lacey, before turning her attention to my cock.

Lindsay only did this to my face last month, so I couldn’t compare her tit fucking my cock to how it was 11 years ago. However, it soon became too hard to care. Lindsay’s breasts still felt soft and inviting, even if the woman who owned them wasn’t, and her nipples were ripe for the pinching. Once I proved it, Lindsay bent down to lick my full head as a bonus.

“Hey, you’re only supposed to use the boobs!” Lacey interrupted. “You just lost your turn.”

Lacey shooed Lindsay away from me, to my deep regret. At least until Lacey made me turn back to her and she dropped to her knees too.

Instead of putting me between her breasts, Lacey put my shaft against her left tit and started rubbing. Like last time, she wanted to do more than just tit-fuck my cock, although her extra tactics weren’t as wild as Lindsay. She let the softness of her chest against my dick, and how she was letting me feel all of it, speak for itself.

Lacey put her right nipple against my slit, teasing it enticingly. She then rubbed the head under her breast, only to finally put my whole cock into her chest. The suddenness of it, and her fast paced fucking, made me feel like I could blow at any time again. Yet Lacey knew that was the right time to back off.

But to her, backing off meant batting my shaft against her left breast. I liked that interpretation.

“Come on, you can’t run out the clock. It’s my turn,” Lindsay argued. Lacey sighed, then quickly put me back between her tits for two final pumps. At that, she smiled and let me turn back to Lindsay.

Lindsay was sitting on the car seat again, her hands holding her tits up. “Put your hand on your cock. I can’t do it, but she didn’t say you couldn’t. And it’s too late now,” Lindsay pointed out.

I heard Lacey huff behind me, but I dared to put my hand on my shaft anyway. “It counts if you’re jacking off to my tits. And I know you’re real good at that. Aren’t you?” Lindsay saw right through me.

“Do you have me doing this?” Lindsay asked before rubbing her tits together. “Or this?” she asked before bouncing them. “Or this?” she asked before bending down and licking her own chest and nipples. “Or did you want to do that yourself?”

I hadn’t actually suckled Lacey’s bare chest yet, so this was overdue. I slid over to her, but Lindsay stopped me before I put both hands on her breasts. “You keep jacking off, or you get nothing,” Lindsay laid down the law for me anew.

This was weird – but jacking off to sucking Lindsay’s breasts was something I was familiar with. Only difference was that they were right here. Some of that had to be a good difference, by….well, law, really.

My right hand went back on my shaft, leaving my left to push up Lindsay’s left breast before I took it in my mouth. I pumped myself and suckled Lindsay with equal speed, but I went faster on her nipple once my tongue got involved. I took more of her in my mouth as I stroked harder, then I moved over and did the same to her right breast as she pushed it up for me.

“Mmm, that’s it. No matter what I do, you can’t turn away from these, can you?” Lindsay purred. “I get that. That’s why they make things happen.”

I tried to ignore her sales pitch and just focus on my two tasks. Yet Lindsay went on with, “You just wanna be smothered by these big, powerful tits, huh? Smother that cute face and that big, throbbing cock….mmmm, you knew you wanted to save the best for last.”

I wondered if Lacey would say that her voice violated the rules of….whatever this was. It was still sultry and smokey enough to get me pumping and sucking faster, after all. But the actual words from that husky voice were still questionable, so maybe that balanced it out.

“Hey, I gotta take another turn soon too,” Lacey interrupted. Lindsay was the only one with a real problem over that – but she wasn’t me.

I scooted back over to Lacey and laid my head on her chest. I left my left hand there and brought my right down to touch myself, yet Lacey’s hand got there first. “If hand stuff’s allowed, I should take care of it,” Lacey reasoned.

“Come on! Then it’s not really your boobs doing the job, is it?” Lindsay argued.

“It is if he’s got more room to play with them,” Lacey replied. Indeed, I had both hands at my disposal for both breasts. That was quite a benefit. So I pushed them up and started feasting, barely noticing that Lacey wasn’t stroking me. She just held my shaft as it throbbed from tasting her tits.

When I squeezed her breasts against my face, my hips shot up unconsciously. “That’s it,” Lacey brought it to my attention. “Fuck me like you want to fuck them….picture it and taste it and let it make you cum.”

It sounded like good advice, so I went right to it. I licked between her breasts as I fucked her frozen hand, then nibbled each of her nipples. I even took her breasts and rubbed them up and down on my face, as I pumped her hand in unison.

“Come fucking on, copycat!” Lindsay yelled, but I barely noticed. However, Lindsay did what she always did, in those rare moments when no one paid attention to her. Force her way back into the spotlight.

In my case, she did it by getting back on her knees in front of me. There, she took my cock from Lacey’s hand and put it right between her tits, while my face was still buried in Lacey’s.

“You let him enjoy those all you want. But he’ll be cumming on mine. He’ll have the time of his life because I made it possible,” Lindsay got less than subtle, even before she worked her tits on me.

Lacey didn’t have an answer, and I wished I had one for her. Thinking wasn’t a high priority at the moment, though. All I could do was put my hand on Lacey’s left breast and suckle her right to help her feel better. To make it somewhat even, my free hand went onto Lindsay’s chest as it fucked me.

I was fondling, sucking and getting fucked by all these breasts. Yet it looked like Lindsay’s would get credit for my cum. I kept burying my head in Lacey’s chest, hoping it would help. I moaned harder on her breasts, but that was as much due to Lindsay’s effort as anything else.

“It’s okay,” Lacey broke my concentration. “Go on and cum for her. Let me see all that cum on one set of tits, at least.”

“Gladly,” Lindsay answered for me, bouncing her breasts on me and bringing me to the edge. I couldn’t hold out much longer, so I reached over and gave Lacey’s breasts a final kiss, suckle and nibble. With that holding my guilt over for now, I sat back and watched Lindsay finish the job.

“I’m gonna cum,” I warned Lindsay. With that, she tit-fucked me with a few final strokes, then took her chest off me. She grabbed my cock and aimed it at her breasts, waiting for me to cum on them. A few pumps of her hand would pretty much do it.

Yet as I boiled over, I failed to notice Lacey sitting next to me. Until the final moment when I was ready to cum.

By then, Lacey had suddenly bent down and grabbed my cock right out of Lindsay’s hand. She was too surprised to stop her, and I was too paralyzed to do anything but cum. Only now, I was cumming right into Lacey’s mouth.

“Hey! Give me that, you bitch!” Lindsay yelled. But Lacey tightened her grip on my shaft as it shot into her. Yet she then took her mouth off, only to aim it at Lindsay’s chest after all. The last half of my orgasm shot onto Lindsay’s tits, while Lacey was swallowing the first half.

Lindsay and I watched my cum ooze down her chest, while Lacey was less distracted. “Yep, you made him cum. But I could have taken all of it. You earned that cum, but you never would have had any in the first place without me. Funny how that works.”

She licked her lips and concluded, “But we both got some, and a lot more out of it too. So who the fuck cares?”

Lindsay’s face stayed frozen, as did mine. If she was gonna start a fight anyway, I should have probably tucked my cock back in. Immediately. But it still deflated right in the open air, while my cum slid down Lindsay’s open chest.

Finally, Lindsay had the foresight to wipe my cum on herself, licking it up along the way. When she was done tasting it, she still didn’t change her blank expression. This put me on edge – enough so when she finally smiled, I almost jumped.

When I saw her laugh, I leaned back and groaned at how she toyed with me yet again. This time, she even got Lacey in on it to some extent. How much, I probably didn’t want to know. At the least, they weren’t explaining as they sat back next to me and put their bras and shirts on.

I was at a loss for words myself, and a loss for energy, all things considered. Granted, I didn’t really move much this time, but that kind of orgasm – so soon after Tina and Lizzy’s, at that – could keep any man a pile of goo for a while.

That made me less than verbal when Lacey and Lindsay kissed each side of my face and left, without any words of their own. It took me another three minutes to get out of the back seat myself.

Another minute went by before I snapped out of it and started my engine. I drove out of the lot and headed home, without even bothering to turn on my radio. I had enough music and loud seductive noises in my head already.

Just when they cleared up and I reached my house, I realized there was one giant loose end I hadn’t accounted for. Two of them, really. And they were sitting at my doorstep.

Once I parked the car and walked over to face Rachel McAdams and Amanda Seyfried, I blurted out, “Okay, which one blabbed?”

To my credit, I opened the door and got them inside after that, since this wasn’t a conversation for public eyes and ears. It was lucky enough that the paparazzi weren’t here already – or at least weren’t visible.

When we were settled in, Rachel actually answered my question. “I wasn’t trying to make them blab. All I did was tell them about my blowjob joke. They looked too suspicious after that, not me.” But she added, “Although she looked more suspicious,” pointing to Amanda.

“For the record, I never said anything!” Amanda protested. “I just….didn’t argue well enough when she guessed.”

“Then Lindsay had her fun mocking how ‘high and mighty’ we looked now, of course,” Rachel rolled her eyes. “When she mentioned the whole bondage/blackmail stuff, the rest of it came out too.” She frowned and asked, “Lacey didn’t let her tie you to your car seat, right?”

“I don’t see how that would…..hey, wait,” I backed up. “Did they already blab to you again?”

“Blabbed, followed the plan, stuff like that,” Amanda brushed through. She got more apologetic, excusing, “I mean….well, she’s Regina George for a reason, you know?”

I looked to Rachel as she explained, “It wasn’t like that. I didn’t have to blackmail them like Regina would. Not even with Tina. I just….convinced them to do something they weren’t planning to do. Like Regina.”

“Convinced them. To give me farewell pity orgasms?” I accused.

“Oh, poor you and poor them for that,” Rachel mocked. “They jumped at the chance, since you’re supposed to be good or something. I had to be sure before I did anything. So I convinced them to test you out, make sure you weren’t rusty and all. From what the three L’s are telling me, I was worried for nothing. But it’s still good to know.”

Once I got the three L’s joke, and remembered Tina couldn’t risk bragging about me, I pieced some more things together. “You….paired them to fuck me?”

“It’s not like they made it hard,” Rachel rolled her eyes. “Lacey and Lindsay had the boobs, so why wouldn’t I pair them? I could have used Amanda, but I wanted to save her for this. That left Tina and Lizzy together by default.”

“Wait, save Amanda for this?” I put aside the rest. “This what?”

“It’s pretty obvious now, right?” Amanda chimed back in. She did have a point. “We know you already….went twice. You’ve only got one more in you, if we’re lucky. That still gives us more than enough time for our own….grand finale.”

As it all sank in, and looked pretty logical for that matter, I still had to ask Amanda, “You want that? With….someone else there?”

“That someone else is….very convincing. Not in a Lindsay way,” Amanda corrected. “I know you’re worn out, but I can go as slow and sweet as you want….or go the other way if you’re ready. You know that. And Rachel can do that too.”

“I’d better. After everything they told me, I got to see this for myself,” Rachel added. “I could have seen it first back then. I could have insisted I see it first after the shoot. But I’m trusting they didn’t fuck the best out of you yet. So I’ll take it for last and leave some for Amanda too.”

Rachel walked closer and backed me towards the back of my couch. “I could tell she was your favorite. But I made today an even bigger success for you, in a lot of ways. I won’t even tie you up to make you thank me. I don’t have to. I saw the way you checked my legs out last time….makes a lot more sense now, really.”

A lot of things were making sense now. A lot of things were getting clearer, in the past, present and future. As I felt a familiar desire take over, I still remembered Amanda was right – even she and Rachel couldn’t get two more loads out of me. If I only had one left for this night, or any other night with this group, there was a lot more I had to do first.

Starting with those legs Rachel was talking about, and showing off beneath that ironic white dress. “Speaking of which,” this made me say, ready to turn the tide on this fake teen mastermind turned real adult puppet master.

I maneuvered myself behind Rachel, then bent her over the back of the couch. I then went down on my knees behind her, putting my hands on the back of her knees and kissing up the back of her left leg. I licked and kissed it up and down, in a pale imitation of all the ladies who licked and kissed my cock.

Both my hands went on her left leg and stroked it slowly, savoring its shape. I realized I should have done this with Tina too, or one or two of the others – I probably couldn’t do it with Amanda later and not look like a copycat. Yet I pushed it out of my mind to give Rachel my attention.

I went over to kiss up her right leg as my hands caressed her left. When my right hand went to her right leg, my left stayed and inched towards the bottom of her dress. At that moment, I pulled her dress up to expose her ass, which looked quite peachy and delicious in her red panties. I even let out an “Mmmm” sound that made Rachel chuckle.

However, she matched my moans and surpassed them when both my hands reached her thighs. My tongue reached her underwear and licked all the way up, then my mouth kissed the exposed sides of her ass cheeks. My thumbs soon rubbed the bottom of her panties, right as my tongue went back on them.

“Is this what you wanted?” I taunted.

“Ugh….getting there,” Rachel urged. That was good enough for me to lower her panties, exposing her bare ass and pussy. I slowly slid her garments down her legs while my tongue buried myself between her lips, causing her to arch against me.

“I want to cum,” Rachel said obviously. “I want to cum on your mouth, then kiss it off. Are you up for that?” she challenged. Might as well answer her.

The answer came when I slid my left thumb into her, then slid my tongue down her pussy to her upper thigh. My right hand rested on her hip and squeezed, rubbing her outsides as my thumb wiggled in her insides. As for my tongue, lips and teeth, they had their fun right next to her pussy, while going back there a few seconds at a time.

Rachel bucked herself back against me, so I thrust my thumb deeper in kind. Wanting to add a little extra for her, I took my right hand and lightly slapped it on her ass. Once it stopped jiggling, I gave it a nip with my teeth and kissed it better.

“Oh, now I see it,” Rachel complimented. To make sure her vision didn’t get worse, I jammed my thumb harder into her. It fucked her mercilessly, then took some mercy on her by pulling out – although that likely wasn’t the mercy she wanted. Nevertheless, my thumb was soaked with her until it wiped her juices on her upper left leg.

My tongue licked it all off her and much more, yet I left Rachel’s pussy bare, empty and hungry for more. My right thumb brushed her lips teasingly, winding her up further. “Come on, a little more,” Rachel requested/semi-begged. But all I did was glide over her pussy and kiss her thigh.

This would hopefully catch her more off guard when I buried my whole face in her. Whether Rachel was surprised or not, she was properly worked up when I rapidly ate her out. With the teasing over, I used every hard core trick I had to give her relief.

After wetting, suckling, licking, biting and nuzzling her pussy, I merely tongued it to try and finish her off. Rachel writhed, yet she reached back and tried to touch herself for a final boost. Whether she was desperate or trying to give me a message, I brushed her hand aside and brought mine back into her folds.

“Get those lips ready,” I said with a double meaning. I lightly licked her before roughly shoving my right forefinger into her, fucking her with abandon. Meanwhile, my tongue licked the side of her just light enough to balance it out. Combined, it made Rachel call out, “Fuck me, I’m gonna….”

She didn’t finish with words, but her orgasm on my finger and tongue did the job. I kept them there to collect her juices, then finally pulled out after Rachel got quiet. My finger came out and brushed Rachel one more time, before I cleaned it up with my mouth.

Eventually, I got myself off my knees, although Rachel was still bent over my couch. This time, however, she came to me without warning and suddenly turned around. Now on her feet and facing me, she kept her promise and kissed my lips, tasting herself all over them.

Rachel devoured my mouth and I did the same to hers in return. Yet before long, she started to slow down and I followed her lead. Despite the steamy start, this was almost starting to get sweet. Like she was switching from cum-hungry vixen to her patented, sweet girl next door persona.

The only one who could match that kind of switch was….the other girl in the room. The neglected girl in the room.

Amanda seemed to sense that was her cue, as she came over to me once Rachel broke away. Now it was her turn to give me those sweet, toe curling kisses we shared the first time. As her gorgeous body sunk into my arms, and her pouty lips slid over mine, her pretty face broke and buried itself into my neck.

She licked, bit and suckled my neck and collarbone with increased intensity. Now she was switching from girl next door to vixen, as it turned out. If that was the case, I wanted to get comfier. “We should get comfier,” I barely changed from my thoughts.

I should have qualified that I wanted to go to bed, in case either of them wanted to use the couch again. But Amanda got the message and once again led me upstairs, with Rachel following.

Once again, Amanda reached my bedroom first and started undressing. Once again, I followed her lead. The new wrinkle was Rachel doing the same. Since she only had her white dress left on, she finished before we did.

Amanda took her red shirt and black skirt off, but still had her blue bra and panties on. Rachel didn’t bother with one, as she already had less to hide than Amanda. After my shirt came off and I got rid of my belt, Rachel acted quicker to get me on the bed – clearly on the mend from her orgasm.

For several moments, I was cozy and content to make out with Rachel, savoring our bare skin and lips rubbing together. Her bare hips pressed against my still clothed groin, but I was in no hurry, even with my erection at full strength. So I kept a hand in her hair and the other on her upper back as my tongue slid over hers.

However, Rachel then pushed hers into my mouth and explored it with vigor. Her hips came down more forcefully as her hands brushed my chest and nipples. When they reached my tips, she brought her mouth down to my neck and started nibbling, her bright eyes turning devilish again.

I ignored a coughing sound nearby, too focused on seeing Rachel kissing my chest. Another cough made me break away reluctantly – but I hardly regretted it when I saw Amanda next to the bed. She was leaning against the wall in her bra, yet every other inch of her curvy body was on full display.

My eyes went up and down her captivating figure, until a bite from Rachel made me turn back to see her captivating face on my pecs. Turning back and forth between the two sweet, stunning sights nearly gave my head whiplash. “Oh, baby….” I slipped out, as nothing else seemed to fit.

With my words gone, I stretched my right arm out to stroke and palm Amanda’s center, while my left hand dropped onto Rachel’s head. Amanda’s head went back as I worked on her, yet she put her arms back as well to remove her bra. When that came off, I brushed aside Rachel unbuckling my belt at the same time.

Amanda got on the bed and laid on her side next to me, kissing me once she was settled. I tried to settle my hand back between her legs at the same time, so she turned on her side. As my finger got back into her, Rachel freed my cock while I wasn’t looking.

She then sucked on my balls when I wasn’t looking – although I didn’t ignore her for long.

As I saw Rachel take my sack into her mouth, my left hand gripped her hair tighter. In the meantime, Amanda nibbled on my neck, reminding me to keep working on her. When I did, she reached her right hand over to stroke my shaft while Rachel worked lower.

“Oh, yeah….” I groaned, right before Rachel kissed up my shaft and reached my head, leaving Amanda’s hand to cover my balls. I felt myself boiling over, despite how that might not be the best thing. “Wait….this might be all I have….” I warned once Rachel tongued my slit.

“For now,” Amanda predicted.

“No really….I don’t even know how I have enough now….” I moaned as they kept stroking and sucking me anyway. “And….you can’t stay long enough to….”

“We’re good girls, and we just had a busy day,” Rachel pointed out. “We’re due one late day on our sets, I think. Didn’t we make sure before you got here?”

“I seem to remember that,” Amanda played along. “But if we’re not wanted….”

Before I could even correct her, Amanda slid down and sat next to Rachel. She took over ball sucking duties while Rachel went back to my shaft. The simultaneous oral work, not to mention the arousal on their faces – and the thought of what else I could get on them – somehow made me ready to snap one more time.

I pumped my hips up a few times, then they took their mouths off and licked a side of my shaft each. After they took turns bobbling on it, I gritted my teeth and prepared to go.

I grabbed my cock and aimed it at Rachel first, covering her lips with the first spurts. I aimed it at Amanda and got more of her face on the next few. But it was Rachel who took it next and swallowed the rest down, leaving none for Amanda when I was done.

I didn’t see what Amanda made of that. I could only savor their cum covered, even more gorgeous faces for a few moments before I had to lay my head down. That had to be my limit for the night – my limit with them and all their friends. And other than that facial, I couldn’t even give Amanda anything.

I sighed and put my left arm over my face, fighting a losing battle against my exhaustion. However, when I was ready to give up, I felt someone move my arm away. Once I opened my eyes again, I saw a clear faced Amanda come over and straddle my chest. “You still owe me one,” she reminded.

“I don’t….I can’t….you took everything out of me,” I said. “I don’t know why I’m not sleeping yet.”

“All you have to do is move your tongue. That should keep you busy,” Amanda figured. “We’ll see what else we can do later.”

The fresh arousal right in front of me, and the feel of her thighs on my chest….well, it was keeping me awake. And I could certainly still wiggle my tongue, if nothing else.

I got enough energy to put my hands on her hips as well. Not a bad place to rest them, all things considered. The spot between them wasn’t too bad to rest my head against, or lap at, ether. While I was probably lazy at first, I added my teeth every so often until I could put a full effort in.

Amanda helped along by grinding herself against my head, and kept doing so even when I upped the ante. Before long, my hands went back to her ass and pushed it forward, as my tongue and mouth met its thrusts. After Amanda put her hands on the wall and rocked her hips, we really got into a rhythm.

By the end, my hands could join in again, so I suddenly jammed my left forefinger into her pussy. When my mouth came back on her, she drained herself on it and my finger in short order.

Now that Amanda was tiring, she got off me and laid nearby after I cleaned her off. Much of my body still felt tired, and I was nowhere near getting hard again, if at all. But when I noticed a clean faced Rachel back in the room, I scrounged up a mini burst.

I reached over and put her on her back, then climbed on top to enjoy her. With no actual fucking on the horizon, I could savor lying on her body and kissing every soft, feathery part I could reach. From her lips, cheek, ears, neck and down to her upper chest and breasts, I lavished her while her shapely legs wrapped around my waist.

The feel and taste of her silky form soothed me, as my touch soothed her as well. We settled into another slow, steady, unhurried pattern, barely needing to brush and rub our genitals below. Yet just as I felt myself starting to really stir, Amanda laid besides us, inspiring me to give her the same treatment.

My left hand kept rubbing Rachel’s body while I laid on top of Amanda, lavishing her face and breasts. But before long, Amanda flipped me over and settled on top, covering me with kisses as Rachel went over to do the same. I went back and forth between kissing their necks and faces – regardless of what had been on them before – as they relaxed onto me.

I felt like I could do this for hours, and perhaps I had. I went between loving kisses with Amanda, steamy nibbles and rubs with Rachel, and then back again. We took turns on top as we kissed and enjoyed each part of our upper bodies, while giving our lower ones some needed rest.

I didn’t want it to end. And I was stretching it out beyond reason and logic so I wouldn’t have to.

Yet eventually, Rachel made me sit up so she could straddle my lap, wrapping those long legs around me and grinding gently. Amanda sat next to me and kissed my right shoulder and ear while Rachel kissed my left, with Amanda soon adding her hand on my balls.

When I slipped into Rachel, I ducked my head down to her chest as her legs tightened on me. She rode me steadily while I played with her nipples, all as Amanda’s left hand slid over my balls and her ass. Her right even slid between me and Rachel, brushing her pussy and my shaft whenever it was exposed.

After that was enough, I brought Rachel back on her back, although she still bucked against me hard below. My energy still wasn’t up to hers – though I got close when Amanda went behind me and nipped my ass, then licked down to my sack. As a byproduct, it reminded me I had to be inside her once.

I got myself off Rachel and went on top of Amanda, although I made sure Rachel stayed close. I still fucked and kissed Amanda along the way, and Rachel even kissed the left of her neck while I was on her right.

My energy went up when I went to Amanda’s tits, which bounced more as I pounded her. I had to take my hand off Rachel, but she slipped her hand between me and Amanda to help anyway. I avoided crushing it as I pushed, squeezed, bit, sucked and motorboated Amanda’s breasts for a final sendoff.

Having that in mind, my kisses got deeper as they went up to her neck and face. Once I got to her lips, I forgot why I ever planned to pull out of her. However, Rachel’s hand on my ass made it all come rushing back. For all that Amanda and everyone else did, Rachel had waited the longest for this final act.

I poured one of my last bits of will power into my final kisses with Amanda, then used a few more big ones to get off her. I went to my left and inserted myself into Rachel, yet I left my right hand on Amanda to bring her off. Fucking Rachel with my cock while fucking Amanda with my hand would be difficult for a man at full strength, but I did all I could.

Rachel saw that and took care of the rest, pumping her hips below me. She pressed her head against my shoulder while my left hand went to her chest. Amanda fucked herself deeper on my right fingers, yet Rachel milked me more deliberately, not letting me completely tire out. And it was working.

“You want it inside you?” I panted. “It should have been in you first….”

“Yeah on both counts….” Rachel panted back. “Give me that cum now….”

“Me first…..oh fuck, me!” Amanda interrupted, furiously finishing herself off on me. She exploded on my hand, making me go still while Rachel still kept going under me.

This made me less guilty when I pulled my hand from Amanda and focused on licking it clean. Amanda had the same idea, and took over halfway, then kissed me when she was on both our lips. When she laid on her side next to us, Rachel went over to kiss both our tinged lips too.

My hips got going the more I went back and forth between kissing them. My right hand went into Amanda’s hair, despite being less than clean, as my left pinched and rubbed Rachel’s nipples. I felt my mind going blank and lost track of which lips were on me, since I just kissed whatever set was closer.

The intense three-way kissing was broken up by Rachel’s orgasm – a prelude to my own. The absolute last one. In every way relating to this saga, if not every way in life.

As if any future one in my life could match the last….dozen or so. As if any participants could match these – no matter how famous, how many at a time or what movie they were in.

Maybe I would test that if I got more influential. Maybe this couldn’t be topped, personally or professionally. Maybe this was the calm before the harsh reality check. Maybe regular reality didn’t apply here anymore. Maybe a lot of things would or wouldn’t happen.

As much as I’d like to say what those things were, what today’s events led to, and what celebs returned to or reentered my orbit later – in and out of bed – I couldn’t say. I couldn’t even guess. And I couldn’t even bother to care right now.

There was nothing but beautiful faces, eyes and lips, soft bodies, tight warmth and hot release. After blowing Tina, fucking Lizzy, gobbling Lacey’s tits, fucking Lindsay’s, spilling into Rachel and holding Amanda close by, the rest couldn’t help but be an anticlimax – so to speak. Why drag that out too?

For the record, I was passed out for 10 hours before the boring rest of my life began.