1 comments/ 50409 views/ 0 favorites It's Showtime! By: trismegistus It was time. Everyone should be in place, I thought as I navigated the cluttered communal living room and headed toward the party-room in the back of the house. She should be waiting for me as directed. Let the show begin. As I passed through the never overly well-scrubbed kitchen, I saw that she was not alone. At least one of our attendees had chosen to await the beginning there; as I entered the room, I saw that there were actually two of my guests in attendance. They turned briefly as I entered, then returned their appreciative gazes to the entertainment for this evening, to where my lover stood across the room in front of the large picture window. They had been promised an unparalleled event, and they were enjoying it so far. The elfin face which topped Julia's slim, 5-4 figure was hidden behind a free-flowing curtain of back-length dirty-blonde hair, her head partially turned away as she looked out through the glass which covered most of the room's far wall. Hearing me enter, she turned toward me, the ruddy glow of her cheeks revealing the embarrassment from which she had been escaping through the window, from the spectacle that she saw herself as in the eyes of her two companions. I had hoped for just such a flush when I had set this up -- I loved to see the "peach" glow within her flawless peaches and cream complexion, and there was no way that this situation could fail to elicit that response. What situation? Well, the key to that was in the reason for the hungry eyes which devoured her as she stood there wrapped in the early-evening light -- and very little else. My lover's firm, full, slender 20 year-old frame was sheathed as I had directed her to be, in nothing more than a backless, sleeveless black lace body-stocking which covered her from halter-strap-encircled neck to ankles, her pale flesh showing clearly through its sheer, wide-weave material. She was more naked than she would have been without the emphasis of the body-stocking, and she knew it. Nervousness poured from her icy-blue eyes as I approached, and I saw them touch the length of cotton rope in my right hand, rising from there to lock upon my face. Rippling just beneath the surface of the tension in her body, however, I could see that a core current of anticipation was waiting to be set free. Her natural exhibitionist tendencies were at work, a fact revealed by the erect nipples which strained against the sheer lace compressing them. "Turn around and face the window," I commanded as I reached her. Silently but with an unspoken question screaming from her lips, she did as directed. I let my gaze linger on the glorious expanse of her bare, beautifully-toned back, falling slowly from there to the firm lace-gloved buttocks and wide, fertile hips which swelled gloriously beneath her 25-inch waist. I couldn't resist running my left hand over those ripe curves, feeling the solidity of youth in its sensual resistance. "Now, place both hands behind your back," I commanded after a moment, withdrawing my hand. Hesitantly, she stretched first one then the other forearm across the silky expanse of her back, instinctively crossing her wrists in the center, just above her waist. I wrapped the rope several times about her wrists in a figure - eight pattern and knotted it securely. I heard her gasp quietly as I pulled the knot tight. I turned to the right and looked over my shoulder at the faces of our housemates, the two observers I had found in attendance when I arrived, as I again ran my hand across the round swells which burst forth beneath my lover's waist. Their eyes were wide upon spell-bound faces, and they were glued to that bound earth sprite's glorious lace-highlighted backside, framed by the crossed wrists just above. Turning back toward the sensual figure of my waiting lover, I reached into my right rear pocket and drew out a bright red silk scarf, which I deftly wrapped into a strip about 2 inches wide. Reaching up, I drew the wide silken strip across her eyes, tying the ends snugly at the back of her head. She was good, I thought. I'd told her to remain silent, and except for a few unsquelchable gasps she had been. I took a similar scarf from my left rear pocket and pulled it across and into her full-lipped mouth, tying it behind her neck. My petite earth-mother's body leaned tremblingly into me as I stepped forward to embrace her. As her firm, yielding warmth settled against me, I reached around and took one firm, 34C breast in each hand, gripping and massaging it. I heard Julia's breath hiss against the gag as I squeezed, and she seemed almost to be trying to press herself right into my flesh as I took one protruding nipple in each hand and stretched them hard away from her chest while rolling them tightly between thumb and forefinger. A low groan of pleasure escaped the gag. Her nipples were the largest I'd ever seen, thick and surprisingly long, and they cried for torture. I heard a sharper groan as I released the nubs of elastic flesh and they snapped buck, now at full purple attention. As I stepped back, I took the blonde nymph by her right shoulder and turned her gently to face me. My eyes began sweeping downward from her shuttered face. My gaze flowed across the proud swell of her ripe chest, adorned by jutting raspberries which fought against the tight, shimmering highlight of sheer black, caressing those nipples before continuing downward across the flat stomach which fell to the naked, shaven loins beneath. Even from this angle I could see the upturned cleft between her legs, clearly visible beneath its misty covering. I took a moment to run my hands across the delicious body before me. She moaned and rocked upward onto her toes as I gripped her nipples through the lace and slowly but undeniably lifted her by them. I held her poised there for a long moment on her tiptoes, long enough for the muscles in her calves to tire, long enough to feel her begin to shake against her pinioned nipples as those muscles gave out. I felt Julia's weight begin to shift, felt that weight begin to rest against her nipple-suspension, and I slowly allowed her increasingly-limp body to drop back to a standing position. Releasing her nipples, I caressed the pliant smoothness of her lace-frosted hourglass waist as it fell to the wide hips beneath. My fingers traced their way across those fertile swells to her inner thighs, where I slid my right hand across the heat between her legs. She spread her legs in response to my touch, and I could feel her warm wetness through the flimsy lace. "Are you ready?" I asked as I drew the length of my middle finger upwards within her cleft and across her protruding clitoris. The banded elfin face nodded slowly in response. With my left hand, I gripped her right arm just below the shoulder. "Move slowly and follow my instructions," I directed, my voice stumbling slightly as it emerged from my suddenly-dry throat. I began to lead her from the room, moving sideways to that I could look from her to our path and back again. "Take a half-step to the right to avoid the table," I began. She moved confidently, secure in my grasp and certain that I would guide her safely. As we reached the head of the stairs to the basement, I stopped her. "Stairs," I said. "Now, step slowly when I tell you to. I'm going to come down behind you," I continued, moving around her and gripping both upper arms tightly from behind. "I won't let you fall. Ready?" Again, she nodded. Carefully, gingerly, we descended the stairs to the site of tonight's festivities. I could feel Julia's fear with each step, the hesitation in her movement, and I was indelibly aware of every shift in her balance as I steadied my beloved through her blind, encumbered descent. Twice we stopped so that she could stabilize her balance and I could adjust her position delicately relative to the steps yet before her, until finally we reached the concrete floor below. Stopping the trembling gold-and-ivory beauty at the foot of the stairs, I moved to the front to lead her once again. I heard footfalls on the stairway, and I glanced back at the Mutt-and-Jeff pair of housemates who were following and smiled broadly. "Show-time," I said as I turned my lovely bound vision towards the doorway, through which could be heard the flow of quiet conversation. The room beyond the threshold was dominated by a king-size mattress, which lay upon the floor in the center of the huge, unfinished chamber that was our bedroom, serving as our bed. The bedclothes had been pulled neatly up to provide a smooth platform for what was to follow. Around the bed, some seated on chairs, some cross-legged on the floor, the audience waited. Several had sketch-pads and I saw that Matt, the photographer of the group, had brought his cameras -- most were artists of some sort, and I expected to see some interesting images emerge from tonight. Counting the two who entered behind my lover and I, taking their places upon the floor at the edge of the mattress, we had 14 guests in attendance, all with their eyes locked upon the shimmering vision of the gagged and blindfolded figure before them. A hush filled the room like smoke as my lovely treasure and I entered. I led her by an unobstructed route to the edge of the mattress, where I stopped her. "Now, step up ... the bed is right in front of you," I directed my pliant playmate, guiding her by her downy right forearm to the center of the unsteady surface of tonight's stage. The metallic wheezing of an auto-wind camera came from the end of the bed as I circled behind her, exposing her glorious frontal view to those assembled. The lace was still imbedded deeply between the lips of her labia from my stroking upstairs, separating them and making her beautiful pussy even more well-defined than normal. Placing my hands on her shoulders from behind, I pressed downward. "Kneel slowly and sit back on your heels with your knees spread apart," I commanded. I steadied her upon the precarious surface as she lowered her knees toward the mattress, aware that with her hands bound she was unable to balance herself. Her body was trembling delicately as she obeyed, and I could feel a thin sweat upon her skin even in the relative coolness of the unfinished concrete basement. Once she was in position, I stepped off the mattress and walked to the front, among our audience, taking a moment to savor the sensual spectacle which she presented as she knelt there, her breasts thrust forward by the binding of her wrists. Her knees formed a wide "V", a canyon which terminated in the exposed, spread cleft of her naked alabaster-and-rose loins, the intruding lace pulled yet deeper and more tightly into her youthful channel by her kneeling position. The ruby walls of that cleft sparkled with moisture escaping from swollen and aroused lips. From my right, I heard again the metallic "whirring" of Matt's camera, and I had to smile. I couldn't wait to see these prints. I looked around the room. Artists, housemates, a few boy-friends and girl-friends ... every eye was hungrily devouring her body. I heard the soft scratching of paper as several sketch-pads became active. Terry, the girl-friend of Tim, our youngest housemate, had her hand on his thigh and was whispering excitedly into his ear, her eyes never leaving the luscious kneeling spectacle. I walked back onto the bed, kicking off my shoes as I did so. Circling behind the petite submissive figure in ebony lace, I knelt upright behind her, placing a hand atop each fair, unblemished shoulder as I did so. Slowly I slid my hands forward, down the inside of the straps which held the stocking around her neck, across the smooth flesh exposed above the sheath's scooping neckline. I let my exploring hands run past the end of the neckline, across the lace restraining her full, ivory breasts, and tightly pinched, rolled, and stretched her nipples through the lace, once again stretching them hard toward the ceiling and lifting her slightly off of her heels for the entertainment of our audience. A muffled moan escaped the silken gag, and her chest curved upward as if to offer her breasts more fully to me. Appreciative murmurs floated to me from beyond the edge of the mattress. Releasing the tightly-stretched nubs of increasingly-purplish flesh with a snap, a snap which drew forth a moan which even those furthest from the action would be able to hear and savor, I drew my hands once again up those porcelain breasts to the uncovered flesh above the neckline of the form-fitting lace. I looked with a smile around the room, savoring the lusting faces, and then I hooked both thumbs under the edge of the stocking's neckline. Unhurriedly, I pulled the neckline of the stretch-material down and to the side, stretching it until it hooked underneath and outside her firm, jutting breasts with their ragingly-hard peaks, framing their alabaster flesh against the black shimmer which now ran beneath and to the side of their exposed glory. I heard a gasp from Nora, our Jamaican roommate from the top floor, as my lover's magnificent breasts sprang into view, and the scrabbling sound of pens and charcoals and pastels on sketch-books intensified, punctuated by the whirring of Matt's camera. I took one of the now-exposed nipples in each hand, again, stretching them and rolling their erect thicknesses between my fingers, increasing the pressure by slow increments for the viewing pleasure of our guests. I heard a muffled series of moans as my lover bent her head back, resting it against my chest. I heard a low "ooh" from Tim's girlfriend as I stretched the rosy nubs of flesh increasingly upwards, and my delectable nymph responded by spreading her knees yet further in her arousal. Matt's camera sounded like some metallic beast in heat as I pulled her once again upwards off of her heels. I had a raging erection by that point, and it was quickly becoming time to do something about it. With a final rolling of her nipples into which I put all of the strength of my hands, I released her raspberry-like nubs and rose to my feet. Standing, I reached downward and drew the blindfold gently upward from her face and threw it into the corner of the room, so that she could see clearly the spellbound stares of desire which focused upon her exposed body like spokes bound to the center of a wheel. Again, I circled to the front, that I might see her as the others did. Her pale body, peeking through the gapping lace, was mesmerizing. The purplish-rose of her swollen nipples was almost shocking against the whiteness of her breasts, made even more so by the dark frame in which those breasts were now set. But the most arousing aspect of the spectacle was her eyes, blue orbs which flickered from face to face. The full awareness of the spectacle that she had become was upon her, and emotions uncounted, some without names, flashed through her helpless gaze. I pulled the red cotton T-shirt over my head, discarding it upon the work-table at the back of the room. Bending, I removed my socks one at a time and discarded them similarly. With a quick snap, my blue-jeans dropped to the floor and were retrieved to join the rest of my abandoned wardrobe. Since I never wear underwear, my raging erection now sprang free, aching to be buried in the steaming, tight love-cleft which I could see spread before me. My bound nymph's eyes were glued to mine as I rejoined her there upon the bed. Once again, I circled behind her, for she was going to need some help, seeing as she had no use of her hands. I gripped both of her shoulders gently and directed her to lean back into me. As she did so, submitting to me with utter trust, I delicately lowered her back to the soft surface of the blue and green comforter. "Now, spread your legs straight and wide apart," I commanded as I rose from her now prone body, my eyes burning deeply into hers. I wasn't sure if it was pleading or excitement that I saw in her eyes at that moment, but she obeyed instantly, putting about 3 feet of space between her ankles. The open end of the "V" formed by her legs faced the center of our audience, who were growing bolder. I heard Nora's boyfriend Harry mutter, "Yummm ... will you look at that," as they were given their best view yet of her gorgeous crotch. Again, Matt's camera was screaming. Looking, I saw that he was using one of his many lenses, now, getting a serious close-up of her smoking pussy. I locked eyes with her and drew her gaze with me as I walked around her prone body, changing my position from head to tail. Julia's azure eyes opened themselves to me as I knelt between her open thighs. I leaned my body forward over hers so that I could reach down and run my hands across her nubile curves. I touched her neck with just the tips of my fingers and began to draw them slowly toward her collarbone, and I heard a muted gasp. As my hands crossed her collarbone and began their journey across her chest, the remainder of each hand joined the party, moving with firm, gentle pressure across her chest to cup a firm white mound in each hand; she moaned as I tightened my grip upon her breasts, kneading them roughly. After a moment, my hands continued their journey south across the smooth firmness of waist and stomach, still showing the barest trace of baby fat. I leaned upwards a bit as my hands reached their destination, the crease of thighs and loins. Using both hands, I took a solid tearing grip on either side of the central seam of the body-stocking (which I had weakened with a razor-blade the night before). With a jerk, I ripped the seam apart, opening the stocking in an arc that reached from waist to waist. My lover jerked from the suddenness with which I removed the last barrier to her full exhibition on this evening, and her eyes closed as her chest filled with a gasp. I rose to my feet and stepped back to the foot of the bed, looking down upon a breath-taking sight. I noticed that the sketch-pads had gone silent, even Matt's camera losing its voice for a moment. Her pussy blossomed like a ruby flower bursting forth from the pale curve of her body, the upper end of its cleft rising well past the curve of the pubic bone and smiling straight up toward the ceiling. Inner and outer labia were swollen garnet petals opening wide about a core of fiery red, within which her vagina already gaped open, its wet darkness jerking spasmodically with the force of her arousal. The ebony contrast of the lace framing her exposed flesh made the flaming bloom of her sex all the more vivid. Returning to the bed, I knelt straddling my lover's up-thrust porcelain chest and leaned forward until I was resting on my elbows, my face directly above her moist carnelian pussy. I placed my elbows to either side of her waist, leaning my forearms inward across her pelvis and reaching inwards along the crease formed by the union of thigh, crotch, and hips. With my fingers, I reached inside the delicate, flaming inner lips and spread her pussy wide, exposing to those assembled the gasping, molten open mouth crowned by the swollen, protruding clitoris above. The artistic-contingent had recovered their composure, and the wheeze of an autowind camera mixed once again with the scrabbling of sketch-paper. Appreciative mutterings floated from where our friends sat around the display platform. I leaned forward and brought my mouth close enough to her gaping sex to reach out and tease her clit with my tongue, being careful to obscure the vision of her dripping love-hole as little as possible as I did so. I wanted to treat the assemblage to the sight of her spasmodically convulsing open hole of a vaginal mouth as my tongue lashed her already-straining button and drove her to orgasm. I shifted my fingers where they held the lips of her cleft splayed, taking the delicate inner lips in a tight, pinching grip between my thumbs and forefingers. Stretching that most intimate of garnet flesh toward her inner thighs, spreading her pussy wider than ever by these most private handles, I rolled the slick, swollen flesh between my clamping digits as my tongue lashed her quivering clit. It's Showtime Even in the context of their robust sex life - five to ten times a week was their norm - this trip had been a fuckfest of epic proportions. Every square inch of every hotel room had been used to satisfy their endless hunger for each other. Beds, floors, showers and tubs, sinks, even windowsills and balconies, had supported hands or knees or asses or backs and provided a stage for their activities. As often as not, Karen blew him in the car when they traveled somewhere more distant. She could get him harder than he thought possible, and keep him their until she was ready for him to finally release his hot load into her mouth or pussy or onto her back or boobs. She gave a world class blowjob, loved getting it from behind, even liked it in the ass on occasion. Life with her was like being in a porn movie. They were taking a break from sightseeing and sex, relaxing in the motel hot tub. The day and setting were perfect - temperatures in the mid seventies, cloudless skies, the grounds a mixture of small trees, bushes, and buildings that absorbed much of the sound from the busy street nearby. They could be seen from any of a hundred angles, but they were so wrapped up in each other that they might have well have been on the dark side of the moon. They were seated next to each other, with water up to their necks and their hands resting in the other's thigh. Comfortable and so very calming. "This is about perfect, huh?" Karen opined. Rich turned his head to face her. He loved to look at her, at the way her blond hung casually and framed her heart-shaped face, at her relaxed, unlined features. He couldn't get over her resemblance to Princess Di, at least with her hair done this way. Pushing forty-five and she still looks fifteen years younger, he thought. And she loves sex even more than I do. Damn, life is good. "Oh, yeah. Couldn't be better." "Think so?" she asked with a sly smile. He could feel her hand begin to move on his leg, first to the inside of his thigh, then to the top. With each movement, she inched her hand closer and closer to his junk, so near that he could feel himself starting to react. Her head back and her eyes closed, a small smile crossed her face as she finally reached over and completely briefly enveloped his package in a firm grip. She hooked a single finger under the hem of his trunks, and lifting it slightly, she reached into the leg of the trunks and tickled the head of his cock. He immediately grew harder and she gave his growing member a squeeze through the fabric of his trunks. Keeping her hand there, she began to slowly stroke his wood. He took a moment to reflect on their life. He had gone from a sexless, virtually platonic marriage into one that was filled with every manner of sexual activity. There was nothing they hadn't done and no place they hadn't done it, and here they were in a public spa with her stroking his cock yet again. As usual, she had managed to get him rock hard. He wondered how this was going to go. Moving into the middle of the spa, she remained neck deep in the water, but he could see that she was doing something under the water, pout of hi sight. Sure enough, when she raised her left hand out of the water, it was holding her bathing suit she and threw it onto the side of the spa; she was completely naked under the water. Wasting no time, she moved toward him and her expert hands reached for the waistband of his trunks. He lifted his ass slightly so she could slide them down his legs, leaving them around his ankles. Remaining submerged, she used both hands to stroke his member to wood hardness and to stroke his balls. Their eyes locked on each other in silent communication. A body is basically weightless when submerged, so she used that principal to float while she brought her legs up, and with her legs spread wide braced her feet against the side of the spa, moving toward him and using one hand to guide his shaft into her pussy while holding on to his neck for support. He slipped his hands under her, and cupped the cheeks of her ass for added support. She immediately took his full length into her and sighed contentedly, then began a slow movement up and down his cock. The bubbling water surrounding them added an extra sensation, swirling around their sensitive tissues and heightening their pleasure. As her movements quickened she began to rise up out of the water on each stroke, until her boobs were completely exposed to the world. The water roiled with their movements, splashing against the sides of the spa and onto the surrounding deck. Her eyes closed and her hands grasped his neck tighter as she approached orgasm and he reached his own simultaneously. She continued to move up and down out of the water, her delicious melons right as his eye level. ******************************** In one of the rooms facing the hot tub from the second floor, a hotel guest on his balcony did a doubletake. "Holy shit, Cathy! Come here quick!" he called out to his wife. She rushed out to where he was standing. "What is it, Michael?" "Right there, in the hot tub." He directed her gaze to the sight about seventy-five feet from them. "Ohmygawd. Is she topless? In public?" "Topless, hell. She's fucking him. They're getting it on in the hot tub." "You have got to be kidding me." "See for yourself. She's facing him, she looks like she's naked, and she's moving up and down in his lap. What do you think that means?" "It means they're braver than we are," she replied with a wry smile. She remembered when she and her husband couldn't get enough of each other and didn't care who knew it. She could feel her body stirring in reaction to the sight below them, and her hand unconsciously slipped inside her thick terry robe and touched her breast. Her body was still warm from the shower she had just taken. He recognized the wistful look on his wife's face and for the thousandth time recalled his own memories of their earlier years. Have we gotten that boring that soon? he asked himself. Time was when anyplace was the right place for us to get it on. They weren't that old, and really, his wife had retained her good looks and youthful appearance. Her lustrous brown hair framed her oval-shaped face and tumbled to just past her shoulders. Her hazel eyes showed the spark if intelligence that had first attracted him. Her body - well, her body was as good as ever, showing little wear even after having delivered two kids. He had to admit that she still had it - the curves, the flat stomach, the just-right ass, the long legs. He touched her back lightly, and she responded by turning to him and throwing her arms around his neck, then crushing herself against him and locking her lips on his in a passionate, lingering kiss. Years of inhibitions fell away as they lost themselves in each other. Lips pressed, tongues darted and explored, hands wandered as the memories of why they fell in love came rushing back. She was taller than average, only about three inches shorter than him, and their bodies fit together well. She pressed her body fully against his and he could feel himself harden in response. Breaking their kiss, she turned him so his back was against the balcony railing and dropped to her knees in front of him. "Really?" he gasped. "Right here?" "Shut the fuck up and enjoy it," she answered. He also wore one of the hotel's plush terry robes with nothing underneath, and she undid the belt and opened his robe, exposing his throbbing shaft. She grabbed it with one hand and took him fully into her mouth in one smooth movement. He grasped her head and closed his eyes. ******************************** Meanwhile, Rich and Karen were making the spa hotter by the minute. Their frequent sex meant that it took him longer to cum, and they hand been pumping nonstop for close to ten minutes. She came faster than he did and had already felt one orgasm wash over her. He could feel every detail of her body around his. She was so hot inside, and the increased sensitivity from the constant friction on his rod made it extremely sensitive. Every time her body crushed against him he could feel her sweet ass against his balls. With a final thrust she shoved her pussy hard against him as the waves of a rousing orgasm washed over her body. He came at that moment too, shooting his hot load deep into her pussy as the spasms shook him again and again. She stayed that way for several minutes, their bodies pressed tightly together as they slowly became aware that they had just fucked in full view of hundreds of people at the hotel or driving by on Colorado Boulevard. That realization set them to laughing uproariously, though neither made a move to cover their nakedness. "Holy shit, you're naked," he finally said. "And I just fucked you in front of the world," came her reply. "Are you complaining?" "No complaints here. You were fantastic." WE were fantastic," she said, holding him tighter and locking her lips with his, her tongue exploring his mouth hungrily. Straddling him as she was, they fit together perfectly. She finally swung her legs back and sat next to him again. She let her gaze wander and spotted the couple on the balcony. "Looks like we're not the only ones who do it in public," she giggled, pointing discreetly at them. ******************************** Mike and Cathy were lost in their own world, equally oblivious to whatever else might be going on around them. She moved her mouth from one end of his cock to the other, occasionally talking it entirely and using her free hand to alternately stroke his balls and rub her increasingly wet pussy. With his eyes closed, he concentrated on the sensation of her around him, feeling her tongue and lips on his most sensitive areas. He was as hard as he had ever been. He moved his hands to her shoulders and with gentle touches indicated that she should stand. She did so, and he moved himself behind her and pressed her forward against the railing. He lifted the back of her robe up over her delightful ass, and using his free hand guided his cock into her willing pussy. Now holding both of her hips, he sank himself fully into her. She moaned with pleasure as he began to rhythmically move in and out of her, the open sides of his robe falling around them. That hid any explicit view from the sides, but from the front her body was fully exposed. At one point she opened her eyes and caught sight of Karen and Rich watching them from the spa. The women locked gazes and nodded, smiling at each other in knowing approval. She and Rich watched the other couple until they finished. Michael didn't last nearly as long as Rich had, although his wife wasn't complaining. "See what you started?" said Karen playfully. ******************************** In room 209, directly in line with the spa and the room of Cathy and Michael, a man stood just inside the sliding doors to his own balcony, right behind his tripod-mounted Nikon D90 with its 300mm lens. "Damn," he said to himself as he snapped his 400th picture of the day. It's Showtime The Showtime network was holding a gala party, with many of its stars in attendance. Somehow, I had the connections to attend as well. After some polite, courteous small talk with the friends who got me in, I went star gazing. Given that most of the stars were already talking to others -- and probably tight lipped on spoilers -- there wasn't much else I could do. Yet there were two notable exceptions. I managed to talk for a minute or two with Emmy Rossum from 'Shameless' for starters. I don't know how well I came across, but I didn't do too much gaping at her silver dress, her big brown eyes or her bigger smile, so I counted that as a victory. I used the same standards, almost down to a tee, when I had a few words with Lizzy Caplan from 'Masters of Sex.' The main difference was that she had a purple dress I managed not to gawk at, and the eyes I managed not to get too deeply lost in were green. I snapped out of it and hung around for the next several moments, not finding any more famous people in my section of the crowd. Yet when I looked over to the section nearby, I saw Emmy and Lizzy fairly close to each other, although they hadn't noticed it. On impulse, I went over to get their attention. "Excuse me!" I called out to the both of them. When they noticed me, I could talk quieter. "Sorry to bother both of you again. But do you mind if I get a picture of you two together?" Now that it was too late to take it back, I started to actually think it over. "I mean....I don't know if you actually know each other...." "Oh, we've met. Showtime makes it hard not to," Lizzy informed. "Well, in any case, if I'm bothering you....more than I already have," I offered a way out. But I also added, "I mean, you two are my favorites here. Even before I officially met you. It'd be that way even if you weren't the only actors I've spoken to here." I wondered if that spoke worse things about me than I wanted. "Well, we were gonna do it anyway, but now you took out the wiggle room," Emmy said. Once she laughed and I saw Lizzy's own blinding smile, it made me more relieved. Not pressing my luck, I got my phone out and set it up as Emmy and Lizzy stood side by side. I didn't need to give them any instruction to smile, so I snapped it as soon as I could. "One down. Who should we get to snap the next one?" Emmy asked. Addressing me, she said, "You wanted to come between us for a shot too, right?" "Um, well, if you've got time," I answered, brushing past the unique way she phrased it. Lizzy got someone to take my phone, setting it up as I stood in between her and Emmy. I wasn't sure if I could or should try to reach out and touch them, though. When they each went up against my shoulder, however, I took a breath and lightly put a hand on their backs. I smiled and they didn't break their smiles, as my phone froze them all in time. Once I saw it was frozen perfectly, I let the ladies take their leave and headed away. I spent much of the rest of the party looking at those pictures, remembering them, and filing them in my personal memory bank. But I wasn't quite ready to do all that at home when the party died down. I walked off and went down the streets of L.A., stopping at the first nice bar I tried to look for. I got in and sat at a table, not bringing myself to order anything yet. Instead, I took one more look at my pictures before vowing to put them away until I got home. Perhaps it had a greater effect than I thought, though. When I put the phone, I could have sworn when I looked at a nearby booth.... "Oh hey, what do you know?" I thought I heard at a nearby booth. "Look who's there!" I thought it looked and sounded like Lizzy Caplan, with Emmy Rossum sitting next to her. But....wait, I hadn't even taken a drink in here, and I didn't stumble out of the party. So then.... I managed not to stumble as I made my way to their booth. "What are you two doing here?" I asked, perhaps with less decorum than I should have. "Well, for once, I'm not here for character research," Emmy said. "If it was me doing some, then....ah, it's easier if you come up with the obvious sex joke. There's still too many for me to choose from," Lizzy joked. "It's not like you're more naked than I am. I'm sure someone's done the research to prove it. How far sex research has come from your show's day," Emmy retorted. "Have you been making fun of your shows for long in here?" I got back into the conversation. "We did more than that at the party after you left, I'll have you know," Lizzy declared. "But you can't hold us accountable for that. Not just because we're celebrities, mind you." "What she means is, after you left with your pictures, we didn't leave each other," Emmy said. "You pretty much set us up, and we've been hitting it off ever since. Ironically, that led us all here, it seems." "Hitting it off, huh?" I repeated. Before they could take that the wrong way, I added, "So that's my fault?" "Well, being fellow Showtime actors loved by critics and nudity lovers helped too," Lizzy qualified. "We just didn't spend much time comparing notes at other parties until this one. Probably would have at some point, but you sped it along, so thanks." "Anyway, least we can do is let you help us close this place down. You left us hanging at the last one, so you technically owe us. The pictures are a good guilt trip too," Emmy reminded. I couldn't argue with that, so I stayed put. The two actresses were aware enough not to get drunk, in case there were TMZ spies or bloggers on a late stake out near tonight's parties. I helped make sure we didn't consume much, but they were level headed enough to look out for themselves. Much like their characters, when their writers don't need to put them in downward spirals. We stayed out of big trouble by playing darts and other games, getting caught up in Emmy and Lizzy sharing gossip with each other from their sets, and sharing non-spoilery gossip with me. I didn't have as much dirt on my own life, yet they were nice enough to listen anyway. It wasn't surprising, really. They always gave the appearance of being classy, level headed, smart and sweet people -- which made them ideal for playing some of the most dynamic female, brassy, admirable female characters on cable TV. Who happened to share the same network, the same night of television on different season, the same handful of sex scenes per year -- and the same gifts in those scenes. The same stunningly beautiful eyes and faces, same chests that looked like more than perfect handfuls, same lithe, irresistible bodies and figures....how they'd likely move around and sound when.... "Excuse me a minute," I said, seeming like I was calmly headed for the bathroom. Going there wasn't suspicious in of itself, at least. When I got into the nearest stall, I pondered my options. I could just pee and go back like a normal person. But unfortunately, a normal person would be getting way too distracted by....inappropriate thoughts right now. I certainly proved that just now. Perhaps the best option was to....purge those thoughts. Then go back there with a better chance of enduring the rest of the night. And put aside the guilt for when I got home. So I put my hand on my erection and risked it. Risked feeling even more embarrassed about facing these great ladies, after what I....was doing because of them now. But facing them while being this built up would be marginally worse. At least that's how I gave myself permission. Permission to imagine kissing Emmy, while slipping her out of that dress. Permission to imagine doing the same with Lizzy. Permission to remember all of their nude moments on cable -- which certainly helped hurry things along. Permission to imagine myself in those positions with them. To imagine myself pressed on top of Emmy's nude body. On Lizzy's. On both of them. Emmy's mouth on my cock, with her glorious eyes gazing up at me. Lizzy doing the same. Both of them doing it at the same time. Putting their lips on my cock and balls, and then on each..... And there it was, pouring out of me. I trusted that I kept my orgasmic growling to a minimum -- both from the ladies and from anyone actually in this bathroom. But in a break, it seemed like it was still empty once I zipped up and left the stall. After thoroughly washing my hands, I was ready to face the aftermath. I went back to the booth, and wasn't overcome with shame when I saw Emmy and Lizzy, moments after jacking off to them. That was a good sign -- for the rest of the night, if not my moral character. "We didn't close the place down, but I think we're ready to go," Emmy told me. "Lizzy's hotel room is closer. Mind if we drop her off first?" Even if I wasn't taxed out by my fantasies, I would have had to say no anyway. So the three of us got to Lizzy's hotel, then went up to her room door. At this point, I expected her to say good night and head in to rest up alone. However, she got the both of us to come in instead. She didn't look too drunk or tired, but said she needed to go freshen up in her bedroom. We let her go in alone, leaving me and Emmy alone in the living room. There, we stood around until Emmy broke the silence. "So, getting back to earlier. Me and Lizzy were really your Showtime favorites, before tonight. Right?" Emmy asked, though it took me a second to call back to it. "Oh, right! Yeah, that's about right," I re-confirmed. "You can keep your Danes, Homelands, Baccarins, Nurse Jackies, Californications. Nothing against them, just...." "You just look up to the two of us more," Emmy said. "And you happened to get into a party with us, and talk to the both of us. More than that, even. And it got us to see our....various things in common more clearly, too. All that sure is something." "I suppose it is," I agreed. "It all came naturally, though, trust me. I didn't stalk anyone or set this up," I perhaps stupidly felt the need to stress. "I sure wasn't expecting this tonight," Emmy echoed. "But I like how it turned out. How it's turning out. She does too. I can only imagine about you." "I have no reason to complain," I said. "Why would anyone? In my position, I mean. You can complain if you want." "I don't have much reason to either," Emmy assured, patting her hand on my shoulder -- and keeping it there. I looked right at her now that she was closer, and nothing on her face said it was by accident. Even after I confirmed that, I still lingered. My God, she was gorgeous. Her smile got bigger to confirm that. Or rather, it was because I actually said the first part out loud. The face she smiled about it was the only reason I didn't stammer or break eye contact. When the initial internal panic died down, and when Emmy's hand went down my arm, I did ask, "Is Lizzy really coming out of there? Maybe she's asleep." "Maybe. Or she might be back here any second," Emmy predicted. "If that's the case....it doesn't leave us much alone time." No it didn't. When I was in my fantasy jack off world, I didn't have to pick one girl or the other. Gun to my head, if I could only be this close with one of them, even then I might not decide fast enough. But it seemed the decision was being made for me now. Once Emmy's soft lips slid against mine, I didn't mind too much. The lingering taste of the drinks we had were on her lips. Yet between that and their seemingly natural sweetness, it was a spicy, delicious blend. Seemed fitting, really. I savored it and hoped she felt the same way -- and the signs pointed to yes when her whole body pressed against mine. The kisses stayed slow and steamy as I let my hands finally hold her. They slid up the smooth fabric of her dress and the smoother texture of her skin, until they rested on her shoulders. Emmy let out a soft groan against my lips, which made mine proceed with more vigor. Somehow, I still heard a door open, and could guess what that meant. Yet before I could react, Emmy's hands went onto my head and kept me from turning towards Lizzy. I could have gotten away, asked what that was about and checked on Lizzy, in case she minded -- for whatever reason. However, Emmy's grip -- from her hands and her lips -- was too much for me to handle. When her tongue started poking my lips, it was the last straw. Regardless of our audience, I figured I should up the ante while I could. Therefore, my hands moved from her shoulders to her face, cupping it as my own tongue slid into her. The feel of her mouth around my tongue, her groans against my mouth and her face against my hands nearly did me in. So unclogging myself in the bathroom really was for nothing. Or....maybe it would be later. But at the rate we kissed, I might not make it to later. I tried to slow down, leaving my right hand on her cheek while my left slid back to her shoulder, and her dress strap. I toyed with it as I felt her two hands on my chest -- and one on my shoulder. Before I did the math, I felt another pair of lips on my ear. They briefly nibbled it and then whispered, "My turn." Emmy released her hands and lips from me, allowing me to finally breathe and open my eyes. But that barely did any good once I turned my head. In an instant, my breath was figuratively lost, once I saw Lizzy standing next to me in a black nightgown. It was officially cut off when her lips went on mine. Like Emmy, she put her hands on my head so I couldn't break away, or ask questions, or catch up with any of this. Lizzy further put me into submission by rubbing her lips against mine, and taking turns suckling on each one. As that won me over, I felt Emmy kissing my right ear this time. She then lightly bit down and whispered, "Don't worry. We got this." With the little brain power I had left, I guessed they worked out....whatever this was when I was in the bathroom. It would certainly be the most ironic explanation. The little vixens....if they only knew. Or maybe they guessed. But when Lizzy broke off from me, and I saw her and Emmy standing side by side in front of me, with clear desire on their beautiful faces -- both of which I might actually be able to satisfy -- I put all questions aside. My impulse was to get my shirt off, perhaps to set an example. When it was off, I turned to see the open door to Lizzy's bedroom -- and perhaps to avoid seeing if they were that impressed or not. Before I got too self-conscious, I went to sit on the front of the bed. The two actresses followed my lead and walked in, standing in front of me. I gawked anew, until Lizzy started to lift her nightie up. Given how little I saw of her in it, she could have just come out naked in the first place and cut out the middle man. Maybe she wanted to ease me into it first. Either way, the mission was certainly accomplished when she removed her nightie -- and I saw she didn't have to remove anything else. Emmy followed Lizzy's lead by starting to slip out of her dress. With a little help from Lizzy, she let it slid to the floor, then pulled down her panties to get in the same state as her. I'd already seen these naked bodies on TV. So had at least a million devoted viewers of both their shows, and perhaps a few more online. However, this really did it all justice. Their bodies weren't exactly identical -- but their lovely legs, already wet centers, shapely backsides, trim waists, full, perky, perfect breasts and eager faces were as close to twin perfect visions as I could figure. Emmy's vision was the first to press against me and lie on top of me on the bed. She resumed kissing me slow and sweet, while her naked chest rubbed against my flatter one. I wanted to flip her over and kiss her bigger chest, but I indulged in putting my hands on her naked back and sliding them down first. Before I could reach her ass, she kissed down my neck and went towards my chest, pulling off my move first. Emmy was getting closer to my pants, but just as she put her hands on my zipper, Lizzy got my attention by lying next to me on my left. She put her hand on my cheek and kissed me, taking my attention away from Emmy. As much as I wanted to see her unzip me and pull me out, I could still feel it just fine. Feeling Lizzy's kisses at the same time, and then reaching over to feel her breasts, just enhanced it further. Once I put my left hand on top of her breast, Lizzy put her hand on top of it. She then glided it down her stomach, making sure it fit between her legs -- just as I felt Emmy's hands between mine. By then, she had me exposed, beginning to stroke me almost like I was stroking Lizzy. Unlike me, Emmy could use her mouth too. And she used it to take almost all of me into hers. I barely remembered to use my fingers on Lizzy at the same time. However, I could feel Lizzy was using hers on herself as well. While me and Lizzy were getting her off, Emmy was doing fine on me on her own. It occurred to me that no one was helping her, until I saw her move her hand down towards herself. Her other hand stayed on my cock, as she jacked it off while fingering herself all at once. Emmy put her mouth back into it a short while later. She popped off and slid her tongue up my shaft, then slid it down and briefly engulfed each of my balls. She then licked back up and suckled my tip, licking the underside while her eyes looked up and practically dared me to cum. If not for my bright idea in the bathroom, maybe I might have. "Not bad," Emmy said when her mouth was free. Why she thought I was holding out this long, she didn't say. I didn't want to correct her either way. "I'm still going to make you cum really hard," Emmy said, to which I didn't doubt. "You're gonna make Lizzy cum. If she doesn't beat you to it. Then you're both gonna make me cum. If I don't beat you to it," she punctuated by settling her fingers inside herself, before going back down on me. Focusing back on Lizzy, I helped her finger herself anew. She grinded against her hand and mine, while I tried not to grind myself too hard on Emmy's face. I watched it swallow my cock, then turned back to kiss Lizzy's face, and went back and forth between gazing at Emmy and Frenching Lizzy. She turned over and maneuvered herself so she could put her breast over my face. I reached up to suckle it, while my hand went onto her firm ass and dipped below it, fingering her from behind. I tried to finger Lizzy and suckle her at the same pace that Emmy bobbled on me, but she was a little faster. "This is how I want you to fuck me," Emmy said over my cock. "And fuck Lizzy when I'm done. I need more of a taste to know you're up for it, thought," she teased before taking me back in. At that point, Lizzy made her move and laid herself on top of me. She rested her center on my stomach, just above Emmy's head -- which I couldn't see now. "Hold on a minute...." I gasped. "I'll get off before you get off, don't worry," Lizzy promised. "You and Emmy just speak up clearly. If you can." "Ha ha," Emmy took my cock out long enough to comment, then went back to licking my tip. In the meantime, I could only see Lizzy riding my stomach, as my hand and hers worked on her pussy. I put my free hand up on her chest in the meantime. Her wetness and her tits somewhat distracted me from Emmy's licking, and the sad fact I couldn't see it. Yet Emmy stopped licking soon after, and placed my shaft right up against Lizzy's ass. She rubbed it against one cheek at a time, then placed it right between them. Whether Lizzy moaned more from that or our fingers, I couldn't tell. In any case, Emmy trapped my shaft between her hand and Lizzy's crack, and I couldn't help but thrust forward. In some weird way, this was the closest I could come to fucking them simultaneously. However, the only one being penetrated was Lizzy, thanks to my index finger. Between that and my cock rubbing on her, Lizzy was bucking her hips any which way. "Fuck me...." she gasped. "You should make him cum now, so he can fuck me quicker...." It's Showtime "This doesn't count?" I teased, pumping my fingers harder. "Oh fuck....good warm up...." Lizzy trailed off. Emmy then took my cock off her ass, only to lightly swat it with my shaft. "Oh, is that how you like it?" Lizzy seemed to ask Emmy. "Wouldn't be the only one, huh?" I heard Emmy ask behind her. I added a few groans as she used my dick to swat and rub against Lizzy's ass. "Okay, let's speed this up....get him in you." "What?" I asked. "You sure that'll last long?" "You guys do it right, it will," Emmy said. "Don't come off him until you cum," she addressed Lizzy, before letting go of my cock and moving completely aside. Emmy sat herself down on my right, as Lizzy backed up and hovered herself over my cock. She slowly took me in, as I hoped it got her closer than it was getting me -- which would say something. To help along, I put my left hand back against her filled center and laid my right on her hip. "Main event, huh?" I called back. "Oh yeah...." Lizzy groaned, tightening on me. "You better make me cum quick, for your sake....and Emmy's...." My only response was to give her a rapid series of thrusts, which I could barely stop on my own afterwards. With all the self-control I had, I slowed down even as Lizzy kept riding me and helping me rub her the rest of the way. I watched her enjoy herself, then looked over to see Emmy enjoying the show too -- with the help of her own fingers. "Come on....hold on with me a while longer," Emmy encouraged. "That doesn't apply to you, Lizzy. You can spray that cum on his cock any time now...." "What the fuck do you think I'm trying...." Lizzy didn't finish. She called out incoherently, then Emmy reached up with her free hand and fondled her right breast. With my free hand, I took her left breast and followed Emmy's lead in jiggling it. Between that, all the fingers and one barely contained cock, Lizzy was set to blow. She finally fell on top of me as she did just that. Somehow holding on myself, I wrapped my arms around Lizzy for all that she was considerably worth. Feeling her ride through her orgasm in my arms, and feeling her naked body in general, wasn't much of a deterrent to cumming. Yet as Lizzy began to catch her breath, I was still hard. I looked over and saw Emmy finish masturbating, then get up on her feet. "Okay Lizzy, roll over. I got it from here." I had to let go of Lizzy, who managed to roll over to my left. Emmy promptly kneeled down in front of the bed again, resumed fingering herself with her left hand, and stroked my cock with her right. Now that it was more lubricated with Lizzy's cum and juices, it was that much easier. But Emmy soon swallowed me down and licked it up herself, moaning extra hard on me -- either at tasting me and Lizzy, or at her own finger work. Whatever it was, she was fucking herself harder and vibrating and sucking on me at the same pace. "Watch me make you cum," Emmy said after popping off. "Watch me take all your cum...." She then took her hand off her pussy, put it over on Lizzy's, and lightly stroked it before using it to pump and lube up my cock. Before long, she went back to fingering herself and licking me clean. She could probably taste herself, Lizzy and me on my shaft. To be sure, she swallowed down and licked each part of me that she could. Right before I felt ready to burst, she popped off, stuck her tongue out and slowly slid it over my head. At that point, she showed me all the desire in her gorgeous eyes, wrapped her lips around my head and provided one last suckle and lick. With that, I watched her take all my cum like she wanted. Emmy effortlessly swallowed it all, as it felt like she would leave my entire body hollowed out when she finished. But when I finished, my body was still solid and hard, even if my cock probably wouldn't be for a while. Of course, I assumed that in the bathroom and look what happened. Look what happened to top any bathroom fantasy on my resume. Emmy finally freed her mouth and let herself breathe again, after finishing her swallowing. She got up long enough to lay down on my right, as her, me and Lizzy were on our back and faced with a post-coital silence. Usually the most awkward time of coitus. None of us said anything to break it. However, I did start to hear Emmy breathe a little harder, which shouldn't have been the case. Unless she was.... "Oh, right!" I realized as Emmy resumed pleasuring herself. "You said you wanted both of us to finish you, remember?" "If you could," Emmy reminded. "I think I got it from here....." "Well....just in case," I offered, getting on my knees in front of the bed and Emmy's open knees, like she did with me. She still had her own finger pumping her, but she made room for me to put my head next to it and do some extra licking. In the meantime, Lizzy went next to Emmy, seemingly unsure of how to help. She settled on groping Emmy's breast, which did make them even. Between that grope, my tongue and her fingers, I hoped she was ready to pop. And after grinding against me and my hand for a while, she finally got to popping. I licked up as much of her as I had room to, and she even let me dab on her wet finger. However, she quickly licked the rest of it up herself. Once she did, I got myself back on the bed, with Emmy and Lizzy each at my sides again. The silence then settled back over all of us and didn't break for any more masturbating. I started closing my eyes at that point. The next thing I knew, I felt something on my ear again. I didn't know if I'd actually slept before then -- but it seemed enough time went by for someone to get a second wind. I woke up to see it was Lizzy, as she moved on to kiss down the left side of my neck. I didn't check to see if Emmy was still on my right, since Lizzy had all my attention now. I figured she was due for it. Lizzy broke from my neck to look at me, somewhat sleepy eyed. But the look still really worked for her. Without a word, I brought my lips onto hers, as she kissed back in slow, alluring movements. Maybe the last round took a lot out of us, making us both go more leisurely. Whatever the reasoning, I really liked it, and it felt like she did too. Yet everything felt good as Lizzy laid on top of me, while my hand trailed down her back and over to her ass. Our tongues kept stroking each other while I maneuvered my fingers down to her ass, then went below it. I finally got to feel her pussy again, all as her body rubbed up against mine. But there was still room for someone else to join in. Once again, Emmy kissed the other side of my face and my ear while I kissed Lizzy's lips. Soon enough, I broke off and turned my head to kiss Emmy's. Soon after that, I was switching back and forth between the two of them. Sooner still, all our lips and tongues seemed to be against each other. It all culminated in Emmy and Lizzy turning their heads to kiss right above me. I avoided outright squealing over it, and just watched their serene, aroused, flawless faces pressed against one another. Taking a page from their book, I kissed Lizzy and Emmy's cheeks as they continued to kiss each other steamily. When they stopped, they tried their best to kiss me at the same time, as I tried to with them. In addition, I had my hands on each of their asses while my fingers went over to their pussies. This gave me the idea for our next position. "Sit up," I reluctantly said, taking one more kiss from each of them before they had to move back. I sat myself up on my knees, with Lizzy and Emmy doing the same in front of me. This allowed me to put each of my hands on their centers, stroking, rubbing and burying my finger inside both of them. Meanwhile, I bent my head down to start kissing Lizzy's chest on my left. I sucked on a tit at a time, wishing for a second I could hold them too. Yet my hands were too busy right now, leaving only my mouth to savor how full and soft Lizzy's boobs were. It went on to do the same with Emmy's tits, nibbling one and then the other. As my fingers went deeper into the women, they began rubbing up against them on their own. While they got into it, I kissed up Emmy's neck as I felt and heard her breathing heavier. Yet I felt something that made me breathe heavier myself. Namely, Lizzy's hand on my cock. I pulled away from Emmy to see Lizzy stroking me. All I could do was try to finger them faster in return. Emmy then reached over to me and took over for Lizzy, then Lizzy took her turn -- and then both of them worked on me at once. As I fingered Emmy and Lizzy, Emmy's hand stroked my tip and shaft while Lizzy held my balls. A few seconds later, Lizzy went to my tip and Emmy cupped my balls. We were all breathing loudly at once from our mutual jobs, until I exhaled and almost fell on my back. Doing that would require removing my hands from Emmy and Lizzy. Reluctantly, I took them away and laid down, hoping they weren't too upset. I felt their answer before I looked down to see it -- and burn it in my memory forever. Emmy was sucking my cock and lying her body to my left, leaving room for Lizzy to lie on my right. When Emmy came off, Lizzy sucked me down herself. When she was done, Emmy licked down to my balls -- right as Lizzy licked my tip. But Emmy got my whole head down on her next trip up, leaving Lizzy to take my balls in. It was right out of the bathroom vision that pushed me overboard, as Emmy and Lizzy both sucked me off and had their faces in my crotch. Four soft lips and two smooth tongues lathered each inch of me, as four deep, bottomless doe eyes watched me enjoy it all. "Oh, fuck...." I barely got it. If I hadn't already cum twice, or even once, I might have already gone off. As it was, they merely got me ready for one more round. One more chance to fit in what I hadn't before. One thing came to mind first. "Emmy....Emmy, come here," I asked. Lizzy was the only one I fucked with my cock last time, so it was time to even it out. Emmy crawled up to me, and I promptly laid her on her back to give her the message. "Okay then....now fuck me," Emmy smoldered. I settled myself into her slowly and got started on my task. After a few steady thrusts, I went deeper and started kissing Emmy's face. I got to her ear by the time I got my whole cock into her. "So good...." I moaned into her. "God, you're so hot...." "You said something like that already," Emmy reminded. "Don't let Lizzy feel left out...." I then looked over to see Lizzy enjoying herself to us, just as Emmy enjoyed herself to me and Lizzy earlier. While Lizzy fucked herself, I watched her grind against her hand, saw her tits slightly bounce and watched her face lock onto ours. "Fuck, so beautiful...." I made sure Lizzy could here. Now we were about even, although I probably owed her one more flattering truth. Deciding to save it for later, I went back to fucking Emmy and making sure Lizzy had a good show to watch. My mouth went down Emmy's neck and back to her tits, with my hand pushing up her right breast before I tried gobbling it down. "Fuck me...." Emmy groaned. A few suckles and nibbles later, she added, "Sit up and fuck me harder...." Getting back up on my knees, I settled back into position and looked down on Emmy's writhing body as I fucked her. "Lizzy....Lizzy, get over here," she said after a while. This made her stop playing with herself and come right back over. I looked down and put my finger on Emmy's pussy, making sure she didn't forget about me. When I looked back up, Lizzy was facing me and sitting above Emmy's head. After her ass and pussy were settled over her, Emmy began eating away. This left me in position to watch Lizzy slowly moan and enjoy beating eaten by another woman. She didn't look too fazed by it, yet I avoided wondering if this was new for me. Instead, I focused on putting my free hand on her breast, hopefully giving her an extra level of pleasure. I figured out it would help more if I let my hand go lower. So I slid it down her stomach and landed it at her pussy, trying not to run into Emmy's tongue when I got there. But I tried to help rub it along, just like I was doing on Emmy. Once more, I was rubbing two pussies at once, although I wasn't in any of them. Still, with that and actually fucking Emmy, it looked like everyone was taken care of. We all looked relaxed and lost in bliss, or at least that's how I assumed Emmy looked under Lizzy's ass. She did sound okay enough, though. With everything settled in, I leaned in to kiss Lizzy, taking my hands off the ladies' pussies and onto Lizzy's tits. I held them up as I leaned down to kiss them, then kept a nipple in my mouth as I went down to cup Emmy's breasts below. I gripped them while fucking her, with Emmy moaning more on Lizzy as a result, giving her one more reason to sound ecstatic. After removing my mouth from her breast, I put it right back on Lizzy, shoving a finger into her before Emmy got her tongue back in. While I didn't see what Emmy did next, I felt her hand brush against my crotch on its way to her pussy. This gave me a signal to focus more on fucking her, which I did despite still kissing Lizzy. I started groaning on her mouth, which opened up to let my tongue in deeper. I tried to thrust in and out just like my cock, but I figured my cock was doing better. "Yeah....oh, I wouldn't mind another big load. From anyone," Emmy said. I broke from Lizzy in time to hear Emmy say, "You want anything else from that cock, you better act now. While I'm being fucking generous...." "Oh....is that so," Lizzy asked. "Well then, be generous and scoot...." This probably meant I had to scoot at some point. Once Emmy took her pussy off my cock, I had no choice. I scooted backwards as Lizzy got off of Emmy, yet in no time flat, Lizzy crawled over to me and hovered her head over my cock. Settling on all fours, Lizzy leaned her elbow right between my legs, held my cock and then went down on it. But it was a bit more than that. It was more like she tortured it, and me, in the best way. Lizzy's tongue slowly danced over my underside, slid up and down my staff and then rested on it while her lips closed over my head. She hummed and suckled on me, drawing it out in a way that almost made me melt. All the while, she pumped the bottom of my shaft while licking and sucking practically everything on top. As my eyes almost rolled back, Lizzy came off and started kissing down my cock. I could almost feel her smirk on my ball sack when she got down there, before her sharp, silver tongue brought it into her mouth. She sucked my balls and rubbed my tip, all while Emmy positioned her face behind her. Lizzy groaned that much harder on my balls, as Emmy resumed eating her out. Lizzy was giving me a scorching blowjob, while her full round ass was sticking out and covering Emmy's hungry, perfect face. By the time Lizzy got back up to suck my head, I felt spineless. "Mmm....your cock and her tongue....what a combo," Lizzy all but purred. "But I guess....your tongue should have a chance to catch up...." With that, Lizzy took my entire cock in her mouth, licked slowly, added a few suckles and then came right off. She pushed her ass back against Emmy, but then took it away from her too. In fact, she turned it around to put it over my face, settling herself and me into a 69. When her pussy landed on me, I knew I had to prove my tongue was worth pulling away from Emmy's. It would be pretty tough, though. But I gave it my best shot, even with Lizzy's golden tongue distracting me again. However, she came off it and didn't put it back for a while. I had to stop work and look over to see why. It seemed Emmy was sitting on her knees in front of Lizzy's face and my crotch, leaving just enough room for Lizzy to lean in and try to eat her out. Her bottom went away from my face, but I still worked on her with my fingers. I still couldn't see everything Lizzy was doing, yet Emmy gave us the blow by blow. "That's it....oh, come on, Lizzy. Oh, lick that fucking pussy," Emmy called out. "Oh, you are good with that tongue. Isn't she?" she addressed. "I wouldn't know at the moment," I said, before her ass came back over and pressed against my face and tongue. When I used them on Lizzy, I felt her close her mouth back around me. "That is a good cock. I would know," Emmy credited. "Didn't I tell you it would be? Aren't you glad you listened to me?" "I'm glad he went to the bathroom so you could make me listen. Let's leave it at that," Lizzy said. Before I inquired more about that, she crawled back to munch on Emmy again, leaving me to finger her again. "Fuck yeah...." Emmy called out. "A little more....oh, that's perfect." With that, I stayed quiet and kept using my fingers on Lizzy, while she was busy working over Emmy with her mouth. My cock wasn't getting much friction, but maybe it would help me endure longer. Assuming that.... "Do you need me for much longer?" I found myself asking. I would have slapped my forehead if my hand wasn't rubbing against Lizzy's juices. "Right, right, sorry!" Emmy answered. "You don't have to apologize," I backtracked. "Actually, I might have to. Kinda," Emmy hinted. "Lizzy, sit back up. Give me room." Lizzy did what Emmy said, sitting herself upright with her pussy back over my face. Once again, I couldn't see much beyond someone's crotch in my face. But I could feel Emmy sitting and sinking onto my cock. Which meant I couldn't really see Emmy bouncing herself on me. Which also meant that when I started hearing her and Lizzy moaning and touching each other, I couldn't see that either. I heard soft kisses and softer moans, although they got louder when my tongue and cock went faster. Still, I didn't quite have everything. Considering what I'd gotten already, though, it might be whiny of me to complain. Yet as I listened to them kiss and likely rub and suck each other's tits above me, I figured it was okay to feel a little robbed. All I could do was remind them of my presence again -- although Emmy certainly felt it now. So I hoped. To make sure, I put my right fingers against her pussy and fucked it faster, while my left hand went around to rub Lizzy as I ate her out. Lizzy bounced her firm ass on my face and her wet pussy on my mouth, as Emmy tightened herself around me and uttered, "Fuck me, that's it." I counted those as wins. Even as I felt Lizzy's hand on Emmy's next to mine, and saw Emmy's hand reach over to help me with Lizzy's pussy. We fucked, fingered, rode and rubbed each other for a good long while, or so it felt like. Yet at this rate, a few of us would have to give out. Emmy went first and said, "Oh, I'm getting ready to cum...." "A little more and I'll be with you," Lizzy added. Taking the hint, I shoved my tongue deeper into her, then replaced it with two of my fingers. "All right, let's do this," Emmy decided. She then decided to slam all the way down on me, swivel her hips and grind me into near oblivion. "Fuck, fuck, fucking...." was all I could muster. Yet Emmy had enough self-control to get herself off me. "Okay, get those fingers and tongue over here now! Fastest ones win!" Emmy ordered. She likely didn't want us to dilly dally, so me and Lizzy laid side by side in front of Emmy and worked towards finishing her off. Lizzy's tongue worked its magic, and I tried to vaguely match the bar when it was my turn. As I did so, I put my left hand on Lizzy's ass and tried to work on her as well. My index finger wiggled in her pussy while Lizzy added a finger into Emmy's, and I added my tongue on her thigh. "Come on....I want you both to make me cum," Emmy breathed out. "I want to cum all over your faces....then clean it off...." "You know what? Tempting, but no thanks," Lizzy spoke, without getting my opinion first. "Once you're finished, he won't be able to fuck you till you cum. He did it for me, he might as well do it for you." I suppose that made a case for speaking unilaterally. It's Showtime I sat up as Lizzy went down for one more deep series of licks on Emmy. When she finished, she bent down and licked all over my head while stroking my cock. With a last wet lick and suckle, she came off and said, "I think you're ready for her." Not wanting to argue, I got myself in position and inserted myself into Emmy, who stretched on her back and took me in. She pushed back against me and I met her in kind, all as Lizzy stayed nearby and watched. "Fuck her nice and hard....she talked me into this, you know. You owe her," Lizzy urged, as I saw her rub herself. "She's all good, you know.....you can cum right in her. Or you can make her cum on you and I'll clean it off, like she did for you. Your choice...." "Well, how am I supposed to...." I couldn't finish, as Emmy fucked herself harder on me and rubbed herself. Taking over again, I rubbed her as well and went faster, although I now had to be conscious not to go that fast. But our respective fingers were going fast enough, even if my cock wasn't. "Oh yeah, I told you this would.....oh, fuck, I'm gonna cover that cock...." Emmy gasped. "Do it, then. Fucking cum for both of us," Lizzy demanded as her fingers moved deeper inside her. "I want it, you want it, he fucking wants it....give the public what we want...." "What do you think I'm doing?" Emmy finished. Going back to me, she said, "Make me cum for you first....give her something else to lick up....unload on that big fat fucking....oh, fuck yes!" Something either her or me did seemed to do it, as Emmy clenched on me and I made myself give her one more big string of fucks. She began cumming on me in no time, as I again endured and kept from cumming at the same time. I lived long enough for Lizzy to make me not regret it, since I turned and saw her frigging her faster. After Emmy pulled her pussy off of me, Lizzy bent down, took my wet cock into her mouth and licked and sucked it clean, all during her own masturbation. It was questionable if I would finish first or she would, especially when Lizzy held my cock with her free hand, came off and teased my slit with her tongue. Finally, she hummed deeply on my head, bobbed a few times -- and as far as I could tell, we were close to a draw a few seconds later. Like Emmy, Lizzy swallowed every drop down. Like Emmy, Lizzy made me feel like she was swallowing me hollow. Like Emmy's first time tonight, Lizzy had her own cum on her hand when she finished, and was nice enough to let me have a taste. Like Emmy then and now, Lizzy laid on her back when she finished up, too tired to do much else. Like Emmy and Lizzy, I laid down and caught my breath. Last time, it seemed we closed our eyes for at least a while and got another burst back. This time, I doubted we would be so lucky. But I had Emmy Rossum and Lizzy Caplan navigating themselves to lay next to me. To touch as I fell asleep, if not 'touch.' I'd settle for that luck any time. Any of the select million people smart enough to watch them on Showtime would agree with me. At the least, this gave the HBO party in a few weeks a much higher bar to go over. THE END