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The Layover 2: Electric Boogaloo
🕑 Added 2018-02-10 19:59:59 +0000 UTC David yawned, putting a few more miles on his word processor. He didn’t know if he was cut out for a writing career, but when a guy had his powers, he was obliged to try. As long as he stayed away from horror movies, he figured he was okay.His current project—project, look at him, a rank amateur talking like he was working for Spielberg—was a spec script sequel to The Layover. Like any heterosexual man, and probably a lot of gay ones who had good taste, he’d been captivated by the thought of Kate Upton and Alexandra Daddario fighting over a man, but a little less than pleased that the resolution was more about self-respect and girlpower than catfights and touching, tender reconciliations after those catfights. So, he wrote his own movie.
In it, another guy caught the eye of Kate and Alexandra’s competitive characters, but this time there was a third, and even more seductive woman in the mix; David pictured Liz Gillies in the role. The friends decided they would rather the other one be happy with the guy than have a stranger get him all to herself, so they decided to join forces. There were not any nudity clauses allowed beyond that point in the screenplay.
It was self-indulgent, but hell, David was mostly writing for fun. And if the genie in his subconscious wanted to make something of how the guy was named David, well… he’d have no objection.
Drawing his latest scene to a close, David saved his work and powered down the monitor, ready for bed.
When he woke up, it was to the phone ringing.
***
Kate Upton was awake. She was staring up at the ceiling, hoping the cracks in the plaster would serve as sheep to be counted, letting her get back to sleep, but she couldn’t calm her body. Her heart was racing, her blood was pulsing—she couldn’t forget the dream.
Her dream had started with David thrusting into her, the pleasure so intense it was like she’d woken up instead of fallen asleep. Then he’d simply lifted her into the air, his arms behind her back while her pussy was lying on his groin. With her in mid-air, he’d turned and dropped them both on the bed, his cock still inside her, pleasuring her with the shock of their landing.
Her wrists were tightly pinned to the headboard by his right hand, while he’d balanced himself with his left and thrust deeper into her gaping cunt. She kept her legs spread wide as possible for him. Nothing was too good for someone who could make her feel this way.
Nothing.
And she’d woken up at the moment of orgasm, his and hers, simultaneous—like it was too forceful for her to sleep through it.
From the bedroom she heard Alexandra Daddario’s voice calling to her. “Oh, thank God I reached you! How’ve you been?”
Rubbing the sleep from her eyes, Kate realized Alexandra was just on the phone. She’d needed a place to stay while she was in town, although apparently she was finding alternative lodging.
“You’re really in town? I can’t wait to see you, David!”
Kate’s mind was suddenly filled with the thought of David’s jutting hard-on approaching Alexandra, her cunt wide open—as if that’d be enough to take his cock without some painful stretching.
That bitter thought drove her to imagine his cockhead slipping into the moist opening of Alexandra’s sex—how she’d whimper and moan and mewl, hurting and loving it as he truly opened her up. After her mild resistance inevitably yielded, the rest of his prick would follow into her, inch by inch, until David was fucking Alexandra to the hilt.
Kate uncontrollably imagined Alexandra wrapping her legs around David’s waist, wiggling her hips down on his cock.
“No!” Kate hissed viciously. “That won’t happen.”
She got out of bed, not even stopping to dress, and dashed to get to Alexandra. When she got to the living room, the call had already been completed. Alexandra was standing there, a dreamy smile between her perfect cheekbones, a girl as happy as could be.
“You can’t go see him,” Kate insisted.
Alexandra’s whimsical expression abruptly became an angry frown. “Who’s gonna stop me?”
Kate became slightly flustered as she remembered she was just wearing panties under a football jersey. “I will! I’ll follow you, I’ll—“
“No need for that, bitch,” Alexandra interrupted. “He’s coming over here. You can even hang around and watch if you want. Just don’t get in the way.”
“Watch what?” Kate asked helplessly—paralyzed by the thought of Alexandra using her own place as a rumpus room for her and David.
“Do I really have to spell it out for you?” Alexandra grinned. “When he gets here, I’m going to do everything I can to get David to fuck me. And that’s an awful lot.”
“You won’t!” Kate cried, throwing herself at Alexandra.
They wrapped around each other, struggling until they fell to the floor with Kate on top. Alexandra kicked and thrashed, but Kate outmuscled her, pinning her shoulders to the floor.
“What are you going to do?” Alexandra spat. “Just hold me down here forever so I can’t fuck him?”
“If that’s what it takes!” Kate replied. “Look, be reasonable. We can’t let this come between us. Maybe neither of us should sleep with him. That way it won’t affect our friendship.”
“Get real!” Alexandra laughed. “You’re telling me you would rather be my friend than have that big, fat cock?”
Kate shivered for a moment. She’d only seen it in her dream, but that had still been so real, so vivid. She couldn’t imagine that in real life, David was any different. “You’re my best friend, Alexandra. I love you.”
“If you love me, then let me have him!” Alexandra demanded, twisting under the weight of Kate’s body. “Prove it to me!”
Stung by her words, Kate acted impulsively. She was suddenly kissing Alexandra with a desperate need to prove her love. Only the need for air eventually surpassed it, causing the deep, reckless kiss to stop.
Kate looked at Alexandra, about to apologize for her rash behavior, but Alexandra looked too overcome for Kate to talk to her. Then, abruptly, there was a second kiss. Only this time, it was Alexandra’s lips that first pressed to Kate’s, her tongue darting into her friend’s mouth.
Kate already couldn’t control herself, and now the need she’d been unable to restrain had doubled. She moved her thigh between Alexandra’s spread legs, forcing up her skirt to feel the heat of her throbbing sex. She rubbed, Alexandra squirming in response, the kiss growing hotter with their bodies. They both kept it going far past the point where they needed air.
Then it ended, and they were gulping in oxygen, Kate’s thigh rubbing harder, Alexandra writhing more. Unable to kiss on the lips, their bodies kissed for them.
“Your pussy is so wet,” Kate whispered. “Is it because of David, or…”
“It’s you,” Alexandra said. “The instant you kissed me, I just… couldn’t think about him. I don’t want to, not yet. It’s like we’re the only two people in the world—being kissed the way you kissed me.”
“And being kissed the way you kissed me!” Kate panted. “I just… I just wanted to make you see how much I like you.”
“I know,” Alexandra said, flexing her damp sex against Kate’s thigh. “But I want to show you how much I like you too.”
Kate tugged at Alexandra’s sweater, pulling it up over her head and into a tangle around her arms and then just as far out of the way as she could, letting Alexandra worry about pulling it the rest of the way off because Alexandra’s naked breasts were in the open, swelling so full with each deep breath that it seemed impossible that they could ever have been contained. Kate kissed all over them, and there was so much to kiss, and so much of her nipple, such a hard, long nipple, and Kate sucked it until it was even more spiked with arousal, until she thought it would burst if she didn’t switch to the other one and do the same thing to it.
Somehow she managed to realize that Alexandra had stripped off her skirt and panties and slippers, making herself completely naked for her. “You’re so gorgeous!” Kate gushed, both unable to believe a woman could be so beautiful, so sexy, and that such a beautiful, sexy woman could be hers.
“Now it’s your turn,” Alexandra said, even more ineffably smug now that she was nude. “Lose the clothes, or do I have to do it for you?”
“Yes!” Kate gasped. “Undress me!”
Kate rolled off her friend, barely catching herself on her hands as she leaned back, offering her legs to Alexandra. The brunette hunched over her, grabbing her boy-cut panties and yanking them off. Then Kate’s loose jersey was pulled off in a whisper of fabric, and her double-Ds were being fondled and licked, the nipples made brimmingly erect. Alexandra seemed unable to get enough of Kate’s tits, but she wanted her pussy more, and soon she was moving down, chuckling about saving the best for last.
“You have such nice tits, Kate,” Alexandra said as she parted Kate’s legs. “But that pussy, so blonde and pink and soft… I need it just a little bit more. I need to make you feel good.” Alexandra ran her fingertips along the lips of Kate’s sex before tasting the abundant juice.
“Then do it!” Kate pleaded, grabbing Alexandra’s dark hair and trying to force her down.
Alexandra stubbornly resisted, laughing at Kate’s vehemence. “Only if you do it to me, too.”
Kate eagerly accepted.
Now the best friends curled themselves around each other in a sixty-nine. Alexandra was on top, diving between Kate’s open thighs to sate her own desires, while offering her own cunt to Kate’s needs.
“Oh God!” Alexandra moaned with the taste of Kate strong, so strong on her tongue. “I’ve never tasted anything better! How’s my pussy? Is it sweet enough for you?”
“Mmmm, it’s just perfect!” Kate declared, smacking her lips. “I can’t get enough of it, of you—I might never stop!”
“Is that a threat or a promise?” Alexandra giggled, then her ass jumped like she’d been shocked. Kate had caught her clit just right with a sweep of her tongue. “Ooooh, Kate! ‘m gonna come! Right now! Just keep doing that to my clit—gonna come in your mouth…”
Kate’s tongue scraped roughly along Alexandra’s clit, giving her as much friction as its wet surface could offer. It was still too much for Alexandra. She climaxed, writhing and shuddering, spilling enough of her pleasure into Kate’s thirsty mouth to have put out a fire.
Kate feasted with sloppy gulps, something arousing, even erogenous about drinking Alexandra’s nectar directly from her flooded cunt, feeling it sloshing against her lips and smelling it on her own face and having it slicking down her skin. She came into Alexandra’s mouth, returning the favor, and the air was filled with the sounds of two women in heaven.
They wallowed in their climaxes, in their hunger, in each other. Their ecstasy renewed itself several times over. Just when it seemed one of them would stop coming, the other would feel a new climax, and her well-pleasured lust would drive her to fuck her friend even harder. They became so frenzied that there was no telling who was climaxing and who was receiving it. They came as though they were one being, one continuous orgasm, a snake eating its own tail—and enjoying the taste immensely.
***
In the car, David's cell rang again. He answered automatically, half expecting Kate Upton, or at least Alexandra again. Instead, he immediately recognized the sultry boredom of Liz Gillies. His magic lamp must've been working overtime.
“Hey David, what’re you doing?”
“Just going to touch base with Alex.”
“So nothing important then. How about swinging by and picking me up instead? I could use a ride.” A wicked swish to the last sentence made it clear that there was a pun and it was intended.
“Sure, as soon as I finish up with Alex,” David replied, playing dumb.
He heard a groan of erotic frustration from Liz, like he was trapping her on the verge of orgasm
“You're no fun.”
“We'll see,” David replied evenly, and hung up. If these women were determined to fight over them, then like the man said—let them fight.
He parked his car in front of Kate Upton’s house. Stepping outside, he felt a sharp twinge of admiration for Kate. The neighborhood was nice, but not snooty, with a sweetly bohemian vibe even as it looked halfway to Norman Rockwell. Despite the dumb blonde rep, Kate either had good taste or an even better realtor.
He found the front door unlocked, as Alexandra had promised it would be, and opened it gently. Immediately, he heard wild moans and gasps echoing through the house. David quickly closed the door behind him, stunned. His eyes bulged at Alexandra Daddario and Kate Upton, locked in an eager sixty-nine, their voluptuously ripe bodies heaving and rocking together, their mouths locked to each other’s pussies.
His manhood leaping wildly in his pants, David reached behind him to fumble with the lock. Neither girl could see him with their faces hotly buried in each other, but he got the impression they knew he was there by the way they both started going at each other even harder, their groans and sighs now louder than ever.
He’d never seen anything so epically beautiful, so wantonly pornographic as the two of them devouring each other with lewd joy feeding on lewd joy. He couldn’t stay dressed. Even the feel of his clothes on his cock was like a finger on a hair-trigger. He stripped, quietly but as fast as possible. He had the biggest erection of his life, surging and pounding with the same need Kate and Alexandra obviously felt as they greedily went down on each other.
The moment he was naked, Kate brought her head up from Alexandra for a gasping breath. She almost fainted with shock when she saw him. “David, holy shit!”
Her face paled almost enough to overwhelm her golden tan, realizing he’d seen her eating another woman’s pussy. It took her long, numb moments to realize that he too was naked, from his broad shoulders to his colossal throbbing erection to the dripping tip of that erection, down around his knees. She didn’t check to see if he had his shoes on. Seeing his bloated balls, visible to either side of his dangling prick, made her tremble from Alexandra’s head to Alexandra’s pussy with electric excitement.
Now that Kate had reared up, she’d freed Alexandra to sit up too, and she did, coming to face Kate grinning with triumph. “Someone has one hell of a sense of timing.”
Kate slowly turned her shocked eyes away from the imposing erection aimed at her. “You… you wanted him to come here?”
“Of course,” Alexandra grinned. “I knew we couldn’t keep fighting amongst ourselves. Obviously, he’d be up for a threesome, and I’ve wanted to fuck you even longer than I’ve wanted to fuck him. I just needed to get you heated up enough to stop being such a prude and go for it. If you won’t stop teasing the men of America with a PG-13 rating on every photo shoot, you can at least stop teasing me. I really want to find out if he’s as good as he looks and, ah, I want you to tell me. Show me.”
“Just so you know, I’m blowing off Liz Gillies to be here,” David said awkwardly, coming toward the mattress. They hadn’t even gone to the bedroom, just pulled out a sofa bed to have a halfway respectable place to continue the rampage of carnality that’d begun in this room. His eyes raked over Kate’s lush, heaving tits, just as good as they’d looked in all the magazines and even sexier without some frustrating contrivance of a bikini in the way. Alexandra’s thighs were moist and sleek and open.
“That bitch,” Kate hissed. “She can’t show you half the good time we can.”
David knelt on the bed and cupped her warm tits in his hands. She moaned, her dislike for Liz caressed as much as her nipples, and the feel of her full, spectacular breasts giving into gravity just enough to fill his hands as they came up from underneath, it coaxed a milky drop of precum from his cockhead. Quickly, Alexandra sidled down to her belly to lap it up with her tongue, making David gasp. Kate’s pussy throbbed eagerly as she watched every luscious lick.
“She couldn’t show you a third of the good time we can,” Alexandra added. “Even though there’s only one more of us than there is of her.”
“Oh, is that all?” David asked hoarsely.
Before Alexandra could answer, Kate was impatiently pushing her aside, nuzzling her own soft lips to David’s hardness. She sucked on him with feverish lust, moaning at the thrills that rippled from his throbbing erection to her receptive lips, tongue.
Now Alexandra pushed David down to the bed, letting Kate have his member to herself, she had his face, his attention on her breasts, potent in their fullness, maddeningly sensitive to his bristling stubble, his warm lips, his tongue as it crawled over the impossible reality of her curves. She could barely stand to slide upward, running her taut belly over his face. Stubble, lips, gaze, caressing her flat stomach as much as he had her voluptuous breasts, lower, more intense, over her belly button, down her pubis, the tickle of her pubic hair, then she was seated on him, he had his mouth and she had her cunt.
David grinded his teeth, controlling himself with the naked Kate still whipping wet, frenzied lips over his manhood, before he grabbed Alexandra’s perfect ass—swelled too full to fit in his hands, but he could sink his fingers into it and tease himself trying to get a grip—and lapped at her juicy little cunt, somehow the same perfection as the rest of her.
Alexandra threw her gaze over her shoulder, madly aroused by the sight of Kate on all fours, as if she were waiting for the camera flash, her enormous breasts submissive to gravity below her chest, her ass up in the air and equally immune to it, her ripe lips working a massive hard-on with a sway that sent all her beauty quivering back and forth.
Kate was similarly turned on, looking up at Alexandra’s sweet ass, her sweet pussy, David’s contorted face, his tongue closing the distance between, all while she went down on him, the kind of feverish blowjob that belonged in some secret, obscene fantasy, not actually being done. She was too hot to give sloppy, slobbery head, her mascara running, lipstick smeared—guys would give their left nut to eat her out and she was embarrassing herself to get one of them off. And in front of her best friend, no less.
Breaking that dignified taboo had her summoning all her skill, all her passion to go down on the handsome, wildly hung prize she and Alexandra had competed for, and now decided to share. She took a deep breath and sucked for a solid minute, then barely paused to breathe before tonguing his balls lasciviously, jerking his shaft in her tight fist, an ecstatic arousal singing in her veins as she felt that huge, undefeatable prick quiver potently in her hand.
Alexandra saw the fun she was having and envied her. Still trapping David’s mouth with her firm thighs, she hunched forward over his body until she was face to face with Kate, the blonde’s lips stretched around his cockhead. She slapped Kate’s hand away from David’s manhood and wrapped it in her own fingers, jerking it up into Kate’s moaning, sucking mouth.
David was in paradise under Alexandra’s luscious body, both women sucking him, stroking him, kissing him. With Kate’s fiery mouth sucking on the top of his cock so hard he could feel it down to the base, and Alexandra’s hand working him from Kate’s lips to his scrotum, he couldn’t hold back.
He took one last gulp of the honey streaming from Alexandra’s boiling pussy, then his thick load was exploding into Kate’s desperate mouth. There were frantic moans of happiness as Kate’s mouth was stuffed, her throat flooded, her stomach filled with swallow after swallow.
Alexandra saw Kate’s throat working again and again, the blonde sucking away at David’s cream like a vacuum, and she couldn’t help but think of how she had helped bring about that prodigious ejaculation as much as Kate had, if not more. She wrenched Kate’s head away by the hair, pulling more than a few from her scalp, and came down on David’s spurting cannon to have the last of his barrage all to herself.
She was rubbing herself off on David’s lapping tongue, bobbing her head up and down for just a little more of his cream, as much or as little as she could get, her whole body undulating on all of David’s like she was a stripper finishing a dance at her song’s crescendo—obscene delight in both giving and receiving, in having his cum running down her chin and in having her juices drenching David’s face.
It took very little time for Kate to become as jealous as Alexandra had been—still swallowing and stomaching the load she’d taken, but seeing Alexandra gulping it down and thinking of how much more she could’ve gotten, how he could’ve filled her from the pit of her stomach to her bulging cheeks. She suddenly loved the idea of being completely David’s, inside and out—painted by him and fed by him in the same massive ejaculation.
“Fucking shit, Alex!” Kate snapped. “You don’t have to be a greedy little pig!”
Grinning, wiping off that grin on the back of her hand in a milky smear, Alexandra sat up, dropping her groin to David’s face even harder. He pushed her off of him, heaving for breath as he laid there.
“Girls, girls, don’t fight. Didn’t we just prove it’s more fun to share?”
“Yes, we did,” Alexandra said. “But I proved it a lot better.”
“All you two proved is that a guy will go for anything so long as there’s two of ‘em,” Liz Gillies said, standing in the doorway with a practiced look of disinterest on her face, even in the cant of her crossed arms.
But her eyes still flickered over the two women’s nude, somewhat seeded bodies, and especially over David as he sat up and swung his legs over the side of the bed to face her.
“Liz? What’re you doing here?”
“You promised to give me a ride,” she said, her eyes darting back and forth between David’s face and his groin like she was following a light switch being turned off and on. “Didn’t know it was a ride-share.”
“Don’t act so superior,” Alexandra said. “You want him as much as we did. Well, there he is. You can probably get him hard again—you’re a hot little piece.”
“Alex!” Kate cried. She lowered her voice. “I thought it was my turn.”
“You didn’t get off when he was coming down your throat? That was so hot!” Alexandra whispered.
“It’s not exactly riding his face for fifteen minutes.”
“Yeah, well, you rode mine for even longer, so now it’s Liz’s turn.”
“I don’t want a turn,” Liz said. “I just wanted to hang out with my bud a little. If he’d rather have his groupies debase themselves, that’s fine.”
“I am nobody’s groupie!” Kate protested.
“I am, but only for Run DMC,” Alexandra said. “Hey, can you get us something to drink? Both of us just gulped down a coffee pot of cum, so it’d be nice to wash that down.”
“Why not?” Liz asked, going to the kitchen.
“Two waters coming right up,” she said, filling up two glasses.
“And enjoy your nap,” she finished quietly to herself, taking a bottle of sleeping pills from her purse and dropping a few into each drink.
David could fancy himself an Uber, picking up any bitch with a cell phone, but when it was her turn to ride, Liz Gillies always sat up front.
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Great job. It was much better than I'd imagined it'd be.
