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Miley and Friends Ch. 01

By: highclassic



Chapter 1

I was sitting in the hotel lobby, waiting for my friend and his son to join me. The hotel has the best sports bar in town and we meet on Saturday evenings to suck down some brews and catch some college games from the west coast. This was convenient, for my friend's son worked the front desk at the hotel, with Saturday shifts from 7 AM to 3 PM. I was a little early, and glanced around to see when Tom would arrive. 

It was a bit of a strange set-up, the three of us. Our families had been close friends and did a lot of things together. When my wife died five years ago it made the dynamics rather awkward, so Susan gave Saturday evenings over to 'the guys' while she started attending a book club. At least that's what they called it. Mostly it was an excuse to drink wine and dish on neighborhood gossip. Tom and Susan's son, Chris was an avid football fan, so he made it a threesome of guys for the games. Chris is 21, Tom and I are 43.

Since there wasn't much going on, Chris came over to chat until his shift was over.

"It looks like just the two of us tonight. A guy at dad's office got sick, so they asked dad to take his place attending some out of town business meeting and he won't be home until late tomorrow evening."

"I know you'd probably rather hang out with some of your friends instead of an old fogey like me, so you go ahead and do what you want. I don't want to cramp your style with the ladies."

Chris laughed. "Last night I did a pub crawl with my friends. Tonight I was looking forward to catching the Oregon-USC game. Probably won't be a lot of girls tonight, anyway."

"If you need to bail, I understand."

Chris is something of a 'babe magnet.' Tall and dark, with a brooding look and quiet, mysterious demeanor that attracts girls by the pack. I've seen him in a bar with three girls around him.

A cute girl with brown/blond hair falling just to her shoulders walked through the door, towing a couple of rolling suitcases, and headed for the desk. She reminded me of someone, but I couldn't place who it was, but with sunglasses on I couldn't be sure, and Chris hurried back to his post to handle a check-in. The young lady pushed her sunglasses up on her head and chatted with Chris while he looked something up in his computer. The young woman frowned as she rummaged in her rather expensive-looking purse. She pulled out a credit card and an envelope, but Chris shrugged his shoulders and held his hands out, palms up. The girl seemed agitated, and Chris motioned for me to come up to the desk.

"This is Miley Cyrus, Tom. She has a problem I can't work through. She is officially staying at the Sheraton out near the arena, but wants to spend a night away from the tour madness."

"Oh, yeah. I heard she has a concert tomorrow. I've got a buddy from work who ushers for some events at the arena, and he is working the Miley show. Dreading it, with all the screaming fans who try everything to finagle their way into the more expensive seats in front of the stage. Wait... if you're Miley and you're staying at the Sheraton, what are you doing here at the Marriott?"

"Because of the screaming fans. I love it in New York or L.A., but sometimes on tour I like some down time. The show caravan is coming up from Miami. They'll arrive sometime tonight and start setting up. Tomorrow will be hectic with rehearsal, sound checks and so forth. Sometimes I like to just dress plain and spend the night before at a quiet place. We usually reserve a large suite."

"And the problem is...?"

"My manager made the reservation in his name, with his credit card. He usually gives it to me to check in, but forgot to give it to me."

"Don't you have a credit card?"

She handed me her credit card and license. "The problem is, if I use mine word will get out that I'm here, and I'll be pestered. I have cash, but..."

Chris interjected "We can't accept that amount of cash. Company policy."

"So," I asked "how can I help?"

"Well, if you'd be so kind to use your card to pay for the room I could give you the cash. Then nobody would know."

I considered my options. It sure sounded like it could be a scam, some way for an impersonator to pass off counterfeit money or skim some credit card information or something. I wasn't even sure it was her. She didn't look like photos I had seen of her. This girl had on a blouse and a conservative below-the-knee skirt. Sunglasses were pushed up on her head, and her hair was pulled back into a really short ponytail. Her drivers' license looked real enough, and the name on the license and credit cards matched.

"Please?"

I wasn't sure what I was getting myself into. "Okay. I'll do it." 

She broke into a grin and for a moment I could imagine she really was Miley Cyrus...I handed my credit card to Chris and he ran it through the machine and gave it back. "Nothing will be charged until checkout tomorrow."

"How much is this setting me back?"

Chris grinned "Only seventeen hundred dollars."

I gulped, but Miley started pulling hundreds and fifties out of the envelope. "Here's twenty five hundred. That should take care of any extra charges. You can keep whatever is left over. If we go over that I'll make good on it."

By now it was after three and Chris was officially off duty. As he came around the desk Miley asked "Would you gentlemen mind helping me take my bags up?"

Chris and I each took one suitcase while she slung a large open bag over her shoulder and we rode the elevator to the top. The top floor consisted of two enormous suites, one of which was still empty, so she would essentially have the entire floor. When Chris opened the door she looked around approvingly. "This will do nicely."

"Ms. Cyrus, er, Miley," I asked "How do you manage to get to another hotel without being recognized if that is your goal?"

She laughed. "I dress like this with no makeup. I come on a charter flight, and if I can get out of the airport, I'm usually home free. By the way, what does anyone do for fun around here?"

I said "I'm afraid we're not New York. Chris and his dad and I usually watch football until the west coast games are over. Have some burgers. Drink some beer."

"I like basketball myself. Go Lakers!"

"Basketball season doesn't start for awhile. Around here we're more into college basketball than pro. Tonight it's just Chris and I to watch football – his dad was drafted to go to a business conference in Vegas. Poor guy!"

She laughed. "Ooh. One of my favorite places. So it's just you two tonight, huh? Want some company?"

Chris and I exchanged glances. No decision to make there.

"Sure. We'll be in the bar, sitting at our favorite booth."

"I'll do a little unpacking and meet you there. An hour?"

"Sure."

On the elevator down Chris removed his tie and the vest that was part of his uniform and I asked "You think she'll actually show up?"

"Nah. She's just playing around with us. But wouldn't it be a hoot, though?"

We settled into 'our' booth - upholstered, with a curved seat that wrapped halfway around a round table. The bench seat directly faced one of the televisions. The three of us had been sitting at that table since we started watching games here a couple of years ago.

About forty minutes later Miley appeared. A server passing by did a double take. "You look just like Miley Cyrus!"

She grinned. "I get that a lot. Do you really think so? How's this?"

She struck a pose with a hand on her hip and stuck her tongue out a bit.

"Not quite, but pretty good. With some practice you could impersonate her!"

She thanked him and laughed as he walked away, then indicated that she'd like to sit between us.

The first game was a barn burner decided on a last second field goal. We ordered our burgers and settled in for the Oregon game. It was a runaway and not very fun to watch, so we decided to call it a night early.

"You guys want to come up for a nightcap? It's the least I can do to thank you."

In her suite she went to the bar and fixed everyone a drink. We all settled down on the sofa and chairs in the living room area, and she kicked off her open-toe shoes. Downstairs she hadn't been very talkative about her own life, in case anyone overheard and deduced who she was. Up in the suite she was different, and we found out details we never imagined. She even told us in graphic detail about her 'first time.' It seemed to me she was trying to shock us.

After the third drink she said "You know, you guys are different. Most guys I meet are all about 'being with Miley Cyrus' and take selfies or try to make out with me. It's really different, with you two being different ages and all." She thought for a moment and said "Don't go anywhere. I'll be right back. I have an idea."

She disappeared into the bedroom and we heard her running water in the bathroom sink, and dresser drawers opening and closing. After twenty minutes or so she reappeared. Now there was no doubt she was Miley Cyrus. The hair was right, swept over her forehead. She had made herself up with blush and heavy eyeliner. Her wardrobe consisted of a belly-baring crop top and a pair of short-shorts so tight it looked like she had painted them on. She stuck her tongue out. All the way to her chin this time.

I almost dropped my drink and even Chris lost a bit of his cool demeanor. She pointed to Chris and crooked her finger for him to follow her. As he went to her she looked at me. "Don't you go anywhere, either. I've got something special for you."

They disappeared into the bedroom and closed the door, and it was all I could do to refrain from sliding my hand down into my pants at the sounds coming from the room. Moans. Whimpers. Muffled screams. Lots of thrashing about. Things I hadn't experienced for some time. I fixed another drink.

She appeared naked in the bedroom doorway, hair mussed up, makeup smeared. This time she indicated for me to come in.

The bedroom had two king size beds. Chris was face down on one, breathing heavily, his clothes and hers in a pile beside the bed. She took my hand and led me to the other bed. "Let's see what you can do."

"Um, aren't you tired? Do you need a break?"

She threw her head back and laughed as she unbuttoned my shirt. With my shirt off she ran an inquiring hand over my chest. I may be 43, but I'm in reasonable shape, and she seemed pleased. I started to undo my belt but she shook her head. "Let me do it. I like to see what surprises I can uncover."

My belt, pants and underwear soon lay at my feet. "Oooh. A nice surprise," she said as she pushed me so I fell backwards onto the bed. She yanked my shoes and socks off.

Stretched out beside me she teased my chest and thighs, smiling at my discomfort. I cupped her face in my hands and kissed her. She kissed back and smiled appreciatively. "That's what I like about older men. You know how to approach a woman. The young guys go right for my tits or pussy, especially if they are real horney."

My fingers stroked her cheek, and I nibbled on an ear before moving down to her neck. I took my time before tentatively reaching her breasts with my fingertips and lips. I kissed the freckles on her chest and shoulders. She suddenly embraced me, smashing my mouth against her breast, and I flicked a nipple with my tongue. I slowly worked a hand downward, toward the perfectly shaved sex, but only teased the outer part. She arched her back for me to probe deeper, but I kept my touch light. She reached down and grasped me, throbbing, in her fist. After all I had heard earlier I knew I wouldn't last long, so shifted my position down her body to get out of her grasp and so I could tease her navel with my tongue. I kissed the inside of her thighs and she spread her legs, but I refrained from what she was inviting me to do for just a little longer.

She tired of the teasing and wrapped her legs around my head, trapping it between her thighs. There was nothing to do but to use my tongue to probe the warm wetness, sliding between labia and sucking on the swollen nub, playing with the surprise clit piercing I found there.

She released my head and pulled me up to her breasts while her hand reached to guide me into her.

"It's been a long time for me. I'm afraid I'm not going to last very long."

"Let's make the most of the first shot. Then we'll see what comes next."

I had no idea what she meant by that but soon I was buried in her, slamming hard. To my embarrassment I only lasted a few strokes before pouring myself into her warmth. I continued to pull on a nipple with my lips and rubbed the other with my thumb.

As I softened I rolled off of her, ready to apologize for being so quick on the trigger, but she pushed me onto my back and knelt between my legs. 

"Maybe this will help." She had mischief in her eyes as she took me in her mouth. I have never been treated to such a pleasure. The girl knew her way around a penis. She sucked. She licked. She teased the tip with her tongue. She took it all in and sucked so hard I thought she would suck me all the way into her stomach. It wasn't long before I was hard again.

With a final lingering lick from base to tip she asked "ready for more?"

I nodded and began kissing and nibbling her breasts while my fingers explored the smooth folds in more detail. I plunged two fingers into her and wiggled them while I teased her clit with my thumb, and was rewarded with gush after gush of wetness.

At last she pushed me off and got on her knees with her head on a pillow, presenting me with her swollen vulva from behind. I rammed into her and went at it with renewed vigor. She built to a climax that had her bucking and writhing, all the while yelling "Fuck!! Oh, Fuck! Fuckafuckfuckfuck!" I kept going and she quickly built to a climax. It was all I could do to hold on. I firmly grasped her breasts as I thrust harder and harder, feeling another orgasm coming on. Just as I let loose she screamed and bucked so hard she butted her head on the headboard, although she didn't seem to notice. I felt her vagina squeeze me, pulsing against my own pulses. At last we collapsed in a sweaty heap, me gasping while on her back.

When I came to my senses I saw that Chris was sprawled on a plush chair in his underwear. "Damn! That was weird. It was like watching my dad, but I can't un-see it. It makes me think that my dad and mom still do it, and that gives me the creeps."

I rolled off of her and Miley raised her head. "Get over it." Then she laughed. "Yeah, though, I know what you mean. It is odd to think Billy Ray still does it."

She sat on the side of the bed. "I'm hungry. Anyone ready for a snack?"

We both agreed and she went to the computer and ordered a lavish 'snack', what would pass for a meal at another time. I grabbed my underwear and Miley pulled on a thong, choosing to go topless. When room service knocked on the door she sent me to answer it, and I pulled on a hotel robe. Chris stayed in the bedroom so he wouldn't be recognized. A loaded cart was wheeled in. I tipped the girl a 50 from the wad Miley had given me and her eyes almost bugged out. "I...I...don't have any change."

"Keep it, sweetheart."

After we all tore into the nachos, warm brie with honey, sliders, pate, gnocci and wine, Chris and I started to gather up our clothes to leave.

"What? Not ready for another round?"

"I thought you might want to get some sleep before your busy day tomorrow...or, I guess that would be later today now."

"I sleep better next to someone. Plus, I need to work off some of this food." She headed toward the bedroom. "Anybody coming with me?"

Chris and I looked at each other. I asked "Do you need to get home?"

"Nah. I stay out a lot on weekends "

Miley laughed. "I bet you do! What about you?" she asked me.

"Me? I thought you two kids might like to be alone."

"If you don't have anyone to go home to I'd like you to stay, too."

By this time we were all standing in the bedroom in our underwear. It was all I could do to keep from staring at what I considered perfectly formed breasts. She pulled down Chris' underwear and then mine. "As fine a pair as I've ever seen at one time. I'm hot just looking at you both."

Chris quickly relieved her of her thong. She stood between us with her arms around our shoulders as she looked down from one to the other of us. "Eenie, meenie, Miley, moe. Which one should I give a go? Hmm...This is too hard." She giggled and stroked both of us. "Definitely hard! The only solution is...both!"

I shook my head in disbelief. "What? Do you mean...?"

"Both. At the same time. Now, all that remains is to decide the geometry. Chris, I'll bet you're a real stud. Can you go more than once?"

"Uh...sure. I've done it before."

She looked me up and down. "How about you?"

"Honestly, I don't know if I have two left in me, but I do have hands and a mouth."

"Ooh, hands and mouth. I think I like that. Here's what we'll do."

She sat on the side of the bed and flopped onto her back, spreading her legs. "Come and get it, Chris!"

Chris eagerly stepped between her legs, rubbed his hard shaft over her labia and clit until she was soaked, and then entered her and began thrusting. I could hear his sac slapping against her.

"Now you. Come here."

I knelt astride her chest as she indicated, just so I could play with her breasts. She moaned from Chris' rhythmic thrusting, then pulled me forward and took me into her mouth. All the way in. She expertly bobbed her head and alternated sucking and tonguing. Her body began to quiver as she approached climax and she sucked harder. I could feel her matching Chris, stroke for stroke. I felt her body tense and she writhed in ecstasy. From Chris' grunts I knew he was coming too. What a turn-on! I couldn't hold back and shot hot jets down her throat. She sucked out all I had.

We all three panted as we recovered.

She indicated she was ready for more by scooting back on the bed and indicating for me to attend her nether region. It was kind of bizarre to tongue her vagina with Chris' semen leaking out along with her own wetness. She had Chris lie on his side so she could reach his penis. He threw his head back and moaned with pleasure as she licked and sucked, just as she had done with me. 

At first I used both my hands and mouth on her vulva, spreading and licking labia, and thrusting fingers into her. My lips tugged on her piercing jewelry. As she began to respond I slowed down, reaching for her breasts as well. She sighed when I kneaded a breast and ran a thumb over a nipple. I raised my head up to kiss her soft breasts and tug on hardened nipples with my lips while my fingers played around her clit. This was really enjoyable – giving her pleasure without performance anxiety on my part. I focused completely on her.

Time stood still. Nothing mattered except this beautiful creature before me, reacting to my touches.

I felt the bed shake as Chris erupted into her mouth with such force that some squirted out the side, to run down her chin. Her own body began its pleasure dance. My teasing touches and kisses had the desired effect, building her to a major climax. I sucked on labia while exploring her vagina with two fingers. When I let go of the labia I sucked hard on her clit. Chris took up playing with her breasts.

Her bucking and writhing intensified. It was all we could do to hang on and administer what she liked so much. Her body went momentarily rigid, with her back arched. A scream escaped her and she fought against us, yet used her hands to urge us on. My hand became soaked and I tasted warm fluids gushing into my mouth.

At last she was still; the only sounds were her desperate gasps for breath and Chris' and my panting.

"Holy shit!" she exclaimed at last. "What a fuck!"

She shifted position so her head was on a pillow and patted the bed on each side of her for us to join her.


Miley and Friends Ch. 01



"Play with my tits a little, okay? I like that to relax me to sleep. Nothing intense, just nice gentle touches."

I ran the backs of my fingers around and over a breast and traced the areola. Chris softly kissed the other breast.

"Mmmmmm," she said as she fell asleep. I don't know how long Chris stayed awake, but I fell asleep dreaming of her soft breasts.

I awoke when she stirred. She was curled up against me with her head on my shoulder and one leg across my hips. Chris was molded against her back and one arm was draped over her. She stretched, thrusting her breasts upward as she arched her back.

"Who wants breakfast?" she asked.

Soon another room service cart appeared at our door, and we sent the one from the previous night back. I donned the hotel robe again to answer the door. Another fifty dollar tip was greatly appreciated.

Coffee was a necessary first step for all of us. She had ordered champagne to mix with our orange juice as we ate the fruit, bagels, muffins, eggs and sausage.

As I slipped off the robe she said "I need a shower. How about you?" We knew better than to protest, but who wanted to protest anyway?

The shower was huge, large enough to hold us all. There were four shower heads and a built-in bench along one side. We took turns soaping each other up, and both Chris and I couldn't resist slapping her on the ass and tweaking nipples, and she squealed with delight.

Being in the shower with a naked woman was, shall we say, stimulating? She grabbed us both by our hardness. "Now what are we going to do about these?"

"I suppose you have a suggestion," I said.

"Of course! Chris, sit on this bench. Wait just a second while I grab something off the counter." In a moment she was spreading something on Chris' penis. She had him hold out his hand and she put a blob on his fingers, then turned around and bent over. I wasn't sure what was going on, but Chris knew what she wanted. He slathered the lube all around her rear and shoved some inside with a finger.

She backed onto Chris' lap and sat down slowly. He guided himself into her backside, letting her set the penetration pace. When she was firmly seated she indicated for me to join. She raised her legs so they went over my shoulders, and guided me into her vagina. 

Chris supported her weight with his hands as he moved his hips in a thrusting motion and she sighed. I began to thrust also. I have never felt anything like it. I could actually feel Chris moving inside her! I picked up my pace and she held on to my neck. Her breasts bounced in front of me so I squeezed them and pulled on nipples. She threw her head back in sheer delight, almost cracking Chris in the face with the back of her head. 

I felt her about to climax. I heard Chris grunt and felt him pulsing inside her, and her writhing climax finished me off. As Chris finished I began pulsing inside her, my pulses met with her contractions.

We stayed joined for several minutes – Miley on Chris' lap with him still inside her, and me holding my arms out to rest against the wall and her legs over my shoulders, also still inside her.

We had to wash again.

As we dressed she said "I wish I could stay longer. They'll be almost finished setting up for the show and I need to go and do all my last minute checks of sound, lights and so forth. Tonight I'll be in the Sheraton with the rest of the cast and crew, and tomorrow we're on the road again."

We both hugged her and expressed how much we would miss her, too.

"Hey, wait! Let me think of something. Let's see – after we leave here we have Madison Square Garden for several shows, then Boston, Buffalo and Chicago. From there we were supposed to have a short break before Dallas, but there was a schedule conflict with the Georgia Dome in Atlanta for our northward leg, so we will be heading to Atlanta before Dallas. The caravan won't be ready to leave Chicago before about mid-morning after the show there. It will take two days to travel and set up. I can't imagine any better time than we just had, so...are either or both of you guys willing to travel?"

"What...?"

"If I take a charter jet to Atlanta instead of riding with the cast I could have two days to...ahem...'relax and energize.' If I remember the schedule right I will be giving my show on a Monday in Atlanta. That means I'd be there on the weekend. If you guys are willing to take a few days to go to Atlanta we could meet there and have some more fun! What do you say?" She rubbed her chest against each of us.

Chris shrugged his shoulders. "Fine with me. I can arrange my schedule to be off for the weekend."

"I can do it. We can fly down that Friday night or early Saturday and meet you."

"Great! It's a date, then? Maybe I'll bring another girl from the cast or something, too, just to even things out. What fun!"

We helped her down to the lobby and Chris got his car. The three of us drove to the Sheraton, where she directed Chris around to a back door.

"I'd prefer to not get the photographers involved with you guys, so I'll sneak in here. See you in Atlanta!" she said, then kissed us each a lingering kiss and disappeared through the door.



Miley and Friends Ch. 02



At a second meeting we are joined by Paris Hilton. Miley and Paris have obviously been together before, and have some games to play with us. When Chris leaves, Miley and Pairs play some more games together and with me.

Chapter 2

Chris and I watched the Gulfstream jet taxi to the general aviation area at the Atlanta airport. When the engines shut down a door opened and steps unfolded to the tarmac. A young woman, who we knew was Miley in her 'disguise' of plain clothes descended and waited at the bottom of the steps. Another woman, blond hair spilling out from under an airline captain's hat followed her down. The two of them waited for their luggage to be unloaded and turned toward the terminal. Chris and I went out to meet them. Miley ran toward us and threw her arms around each of us, planting a kiss on us along the way.

"How was your flight?"

"Great! We had fun teasing the crew! I'm glad you both made it. Been waiting long?"

"We caught a red-eye this morning and had breakfast at some place on the concourse. It took some time to find our way to general aviation. We've been relaxing with a second cup of coffee."

"We had something before we left. I promised I'd bring someone with me and...where the hell is she?... she's...damn; she needs to leave that pilot alone! I thought I might have to bring a girl from the cast, and there are plenty to choose from, but I had a surprise visitor at my Chicago show, and she thought it would be a lark to come along with me. She's older - kind of between you two in age, I guess, but she's game for some 'games', if you know what I mean. The girl knows how to party!"

A luggage cart brought their baggage to us, and we unloaded it for the trek to the parking lot.

The other woman gave the pilot back his hat, but he presented it to her. With the hat set at a jaunty angle she headed over toward us. I nudged Chris. "Is that...?"

He whispered back "Paris Hilton? Damn sure looks like her."

As the woman approached Miley said, "Guys, I'm sure you recognize Paris Hilton. Paris, this is Chris and Doug, the guys I told you about. Ooh, we're going to have such a good time!"

"Glad to meet you. Miley tells me good things about the two of you. I can't imagine how, with your age difference."

"Paris, you're going to be pleasantly surprised. I know I was."

On the walk to the car the two recalled how they flirted with the crew, who flirted back. It made the flight seem to go by more quickly. The entire way to the car I was afraid Paris would be recognized, but with the hat on she wasn't. Of course, every guy we passed turned to stare, but I guess Chris or I would do the same as we passed two beautiful ladies.

At the Hilton we had the penthouse suite on the top floor. To satisfy professional curiosity Chris asked how much at cost. 

"About four grand a night, but worth every penny for the absolute privacy."

Chris nodded. "Sounds about right for a big city."

A bellman took the luggage cart up on a service elevator. We got on one of the main elevators along with a family including a teenage girl who kept nudging her mother and whispering "I think that is Miley Cyrus! Paris Hilton, too!"

Her mother leaned over toward her daughter "Don't be silly. You just told me yesterday Miley is in Chicago."

"Well, I'm going to camp outside their room and find out!"

Miley had to smile. "I couldn't help overhearing you. You know, people ask me all the time if I'm Miley Cyrus. Do you really think I look like her?"

The girl screwed up her face. "Well, I guess not. It would be cool if she stayed here, though!"

The elevator dinged and stopped at the fourteenth floor. As the doors opened the girl asked "What floor are you on?"

Her mother admonished her "Debra! Don't be rude."

Miley smiled at her and said "We have a few floors to go yet."

When the doors closed Miley inserted the suite key into a slot for the elevator to continue up to the penthouse on eighteen.

The door opened onto a small hallway with a door in front of us. The bellman was just finishing with carrying the luggage in. Miley tipped him a fifty and he grinned appreciably "If you need anything, anything at all, just ring for me. Ask for Ned. I'm on until eight tonight." 

Chris and I explored. The suite was magnificent. Two huge bedrooms and baths, fully stocked wet bar, fully equipped kitchen, large living area with several sofas and a number of chairs, a room set up as a complete office, and a dining area with a table and eight upholstered chairs. French doors opened from the living area onto a wide terrace ringed with planters of flowers and small trees, completely surrounding the suite on two sides. Lounge chairs and several tables with umbrellas were to one side. Chris whistled "I think this terrace is larger than my house! It wraps around two sides of this suite."

Back inside, Miley and Paris had sorted out their luggage.

Miley stood with her hands on her hips. "Well, now. We have to decide on sleeping arrangements, in case we ever decide to sleep."

Paris teased "Girls in one room, guys in the other?"

"How boring! Not that you and I wouldn't have fun together, Paris, but we came to have some fun with the guys. Let's see. You haven't experienced either of these two, and I have done both, so it really doesn't make any difference to me. The arrangement won't be permanent. You really need to try them both! Who do you want to start with?"

"Okay. To be honest, I think you can start with Chris. There's something about this Doug guy I think I like," she said as she hooked an arm around mine.

"Great. Let's get unpacked!"

I had only brought a minimum of clothing changes for the two days, but Paris had a full complement of choices for every occasion.

Back in the living area Miley said "I'm ready for some food! Room service?"

I offered another choice. "I used to live not far outside Atlanta, so I have a suggestion. Over near Georgia Tech is a place called the Varsity. It's famous, and not just locally, for burgers and dogs, and they hand cut their fries and onion rings. You can watch them do it. I've eaten there a number of times. You might want to continue with your 'disguises' though.

Paris brightened. "I know what I'll wear!" she said as she dashed back into 'our' bedroom. In a couple of minutes she came back out in jeans and an oversize shirt. She tucked her hair up inside her pilot's hat. "I'm ready!"

"Paris, I didn't know you even owned any jeans."

"Oh, there's lots you don't know about me!"

We piled into my rental car and headed to the Varsity. The place was noisy and packed, but we managed to find an inside table.

Paris wiped her fingers on a napkin and said "This is good."

I laughed "this is what ordinary people eat!"

"Hey, I'm as ordinary as anyone. Well, sort of."

We attracted a number of stares, and Miley flirted with some of the college guys.

After lunch we headed over to Piedmont Park and joined the other couples strolling about. We found a spot where we could sit on the ground under some trees in as much privacy as you can get in a public park. Paris kicked off her shoes and tucked her feet up under her. I was a bit hesitant, but finally decided that we had all come together for one reason, so I turned her chin toward me and kissed her. She closed her eyes and responded, resting a hand on my leg. Out of the corner of my eye I could glimpse Miley and Chris wrapped up together, rolling on the ground.

I caressed Paris' cheek and kissed her again. She moved her hand further up on my leg, so I took the leap of caressing a breast through her shirt. She kissed me passionately and I unbuttoned two shirt buttons and slipped my hand inside. She made a contented sound as I explored her soft breasts, not much smaller than Miley's, yet seeming somewhat firmer. I should have expected her to not be wearing any underwear, but it made for some nice unencumbered, what we used to call, petting. She tugged my zipper down and reached into my pants and under the waistband of my underwear. She knew what to do with her fingers. I tried to reach inside her jeans, but they were too tight, so settled for groping her crotch through the fabric. It didn't seem to matter to her; she enjoyed it. 

Miley and Chris had their hands down inside each other's pants and were grunting.

A sudden noise caught our attention. A mounted policeman had appeared. He held the reins lightly in one hand and leaned toward us. "You folks should find a more suitable place, preferably indoors."

That put a damper on things. I know I must have turned beet red, to be caught like a horney high school kid.

We sat up and assured him we would do just that. He tipped his hat and said "If I find you again I'll have to issue a citation."

We all stood up and brushed the grass off of us before ambling back to the car. Chris and Miley giggled and snorted all the way to the car. They may have taken getting caught lightly, but I was still embarrassed.

Back at the room we shared a laugh, although I think Paris and I were the most affected by the situation. Chris and Miley were young enough to still have a bit of that high school bravado and didn't seem to really care that we got caught.

Paris said "Well, that was different. I haven't done anything like that in years. What next? It seems a bit early for dinner."

Miley, of course, had a plan. "I think we should go out someplace tonight where we can dance."

Chris was puzzled. "Won't you be recognized? After all, you both are party animals."

"I have it all planned out. I'll ask around downstairs where there are some clubs that draw locals, maybe some country music and a little dancing. If we continue our 'disguises' and blow off any questions we can have a good time and then see what happens later back here."

"What to do until then? Continue where we left off a while ago?"

"Works for me," I said.

"Wait!" Miley said. "Have you really looked at the bathrooms here? The tubs are huge and are set up with jets for Jacuzzis. I got a little dirty out at the park and could use a little 'cleaning up.' How about you, Chris?"

He grinned ear to ear. "Oh, boy yes! Definitely need to clean up!"

I looked at Paris as she considered. "I do like a good Jacuzzi"

Miley slapped Chris on the butt and took off running toward their bathroom, with him chasing her.

Paris looked at me. "Shall we?"

We stopped at the bedroom to remove our clothes. Like Miley she was clean shaven, and her breasts were as fine as any I've seen, not huge, but nicely rounded and firm with slightly pointed nipples already erect. She eyed me with approval, also.

We ran water in the tub and turned on the jets. There was plenty of room for us both - in fact all four of us could have probably fit. At first we sat facing each other - my knees were next to her body and her knees were next to mine, so we could lean forward to kiss and fondle.

She had me lean back and scooted up closer, so she could rub my penis between her labia and on her clit. Eventually she slid forward even more so she could guide me into her. We wrapped our arms around each other and began a rhythmic thrusting. I freed one hand to knead a breast and rub a thumb over a nipple. She whimpered with pleasure.

After a few minutes she slid away. "Slide down a little," she said. When I did she turned around and backed into me, settling down on my shaft. Now both of my hands were free to roam over her soft skin. Her breasts were amazingly responsive and I could also reach around to press on her clit. Her motions got wilder as she neared a climax and I fought the familiar urge until I knew she was ready. She started slamming up and down on me, water splashing everywhere, and I kneaded her breasts to help her along. With a moan she climaxed, the pulsing of her vagina pushing me past my last resistance and I erupted in her. She squeezed herself around me until I felt like she had me in her fist and milked the last drops out of me.

She leaned back on me, panting. After I caught my breath a bit I kissed her neck and she sighed.

At last she rose up to kneel facing me, and indicated for me to do the same. She pressed her body against mine and spread her legs to trap my penis between her thighs. The way she moved her legs soon pumped new life into me. She turned around and bent forward. I came up behind her and entered her from the rear. She rocked back and forth with her eyes closed as she built to another climax.

I had a very serviceable erection, but was nowhere near ready to come again just yet, so I concentrated on pleasing her with my penis, hands and mouth. I felt her pulse again and she moaned even louder than before.

She turned to lie back in the water up to her chin as her breathing slowed. "You didn't finish, did you?"

"It takes me awhile to recover, and I was concentrating on pleasing you."

"Aw, that's sweet. Here, you lean back for awhile."

I leaned back with my arms along the side of the tub. She pushed her wet hair out of her face and crept up to me. She looked into my eyes as she toyed with my erection as it poked up out of the water until she lowered her head and took me in her mouth. She knew how to give good head. She licked and sucked. She bobbed her head. She took me deep and almost out, using her hands in concert with her mouth. When I began to gasp for breath she smiled and took me all the way in, sucking and tonguing. Not as deep as Miley, but oh, so pleasurable. When I finally ejaculated she took it all and swallowed several times before taking me out of her mouth and licking me.

There was room for us to sit side-by-side, and we sat with our arms around each other. I kissed her and she laid her head on my shoulder.

"Very nice, Doug. Most guys want me to suck them off first. It was nice that you paid attention to me."

"How could I pass up the opportunity to caress the body of such a beautiful woman?"

She laughed. "Flatterer! Most men wouldn't call me beautiful, except in the throes of passion or if they're trying to get in my pants."

"Oh, but you are."

"I think I like you, Doug."

"You're not at all like I thought you would be. My impression before we met was of a stuck-up spoiled little rich girl, but you are really very nice. I sense that you have a certain vulnerability about you. Maybe even a littleinsecurity. I have to admit I find it very endearing."

She gave me a funny look. "Nobody has ever talked to me like that. Everyone seems to think I'm this rich heiress who will do anything for attention. Men take advantage of me all the time. I can't tell you how many men want to take pictures of me naked or make videos of having sex with me. I find it degrading, but I end up doing it just to be liked, so I don't seem like a stuck-up bitch. So, yeah, I guess I am a bit insecure. I want to be liked."

I kissed her again and she seemed genuinely pleased, and I had a thought. I kissed her neck and caressed a breast. She moved a hand to my lap, but I stopped her. "I'd like to do something just for you, and ask for nothing in return. Just close your eyes and enjoy. Sit up here on the seat."

She looked quizzically at me, but sat on the seat so water didn't even cover her legs, and closed her eyes. I let my hands roam over her flesh. Other than her breasts I concentrated on her arms and legs, but not her sex. She made little sighs of contentment and embraced me. I lowered my head and grazed my lips over her breasts, occasionally tugging at a nipple with my lips. I kissed and sucked on her breasts harder and she began to moan. 

Finally I caressed the outside of her sex, just brushing the outer lips. When she thrust her hips up I slid a finger between the labia and massaged them. Even in the bath water I could feel the gushes of slippery wetness beginning to coat my fingers. I teased the clitoral hood and the nub emerged from its hiding place for me to stroke it.

I moved my caresses back to her inner thighs and shifted position so I could use my mouth on her. My tongue darted into her briefly and then worked upward toward the clit. After a short tongue massage I took the nub between my lips and tugged on it briefly before sucking hard on it. She arched her back and moaned with pleasure. Two fingers in her vagina brought her to a climax. She writhed around in the water and I moved one hand back up to her chest to squeeze a breast and pull on a nipple. Her loud moans let me know I hit all the right spots. At last I felt her pulsing around my fingers and I got a mouthful of warm fluid. She grabbed my hair and pulled me up until she had my head cradled between her breasts, and held me there until she subsided. She then bent to kiss me and run her fingers through my hair.

"Mmmm. That was nice, Doug. I can't remember the last time I felt like someone was taking care of my needs. Thank you."

I kissed her again and said "I think we'd better get out of this tub or we will look like two prunes!"

As the water drained from the tub we dried each other off and pulled on hotel robes. 

Miley had already ordered room service. While Paris and I waited in our robes Chris walked around in his underwear and Miley paraded around topless, wearing a thong. The young man who delivered the room service cart got an eyeful, but Miley didn't care. Another fifty for a tip had him even happier.

We set the food out on the table and I asked Miley "Do you go around topless a lot?"

"Sure. I am a charter member of the 'free the nipple' movement. What's wrong with tits, anyway? Why are we so ready to cover them up? If I had my way we'd be able to go topless whenever we wanted. I'd be completely topless in my shows, but they make me wear these pasties to cover my nipples. That sucks. I mean, I don't have the biggest tits in the world, but I like them and am proud of them. The way I see it, if anyone is offended by my tits that's their problem. They don't have to look. How about you, Paris? You've got nice tits. Show 'em! Come on, let's see them."

Paris looked around at the three of us and shrugged her robe off.

"Woo! Yeah! That's what I mean, girl! Very nice. I mean let's show them until they sag, right? Of course, you and me, I think ours will hold up a lot longer than those boob-job tits I see at the beach. What do you guys think?"

I was quick to agree. "Absolutely. You two have lovely breasts. I'd much rather look at them than the girls walking down the beach looking like they have volleyballs in their bras. Yours' look so much more - touchable." I thought for a moment "You know, I've travelled a little bit. I think the girls I've seen in Europe on TV and in shows are much more natural looking, like yours are. It seems like only in this country that men drool over huge breasts. I don't see the fascination with them."

Miley laughed. "Spoken like someone who intends to experience some natural tits over the next couple of days. I think it's exactly because Americans insist in hiding them, I'll let you play with mine."

Chris made a mock horrified look. "What? You're going to let him play with yours? What about me?"

Miley reached over and touched his face. "I've got two, you know. Plenty to go around. And, let's not forget Paris over here. Even more to play with!"

Paris laughed "All this talk of playing with tits has made me horney...I mean hungry." We all cracked up.

After we ate Miley put on jeans and a checked shirt and boots, but couldn't do much with her short hair. Paris went with her jeans and shirt from earlier. The two girls made themselves up excessively as caricatures of themselves, and Paris pulled her hair back in a ponytail. Chris made a comment about the makeup. "It's all part of the disguise, Chris," Miley explained. "Anyone who looks at us will see two girls trying to look like Miley Cyrus and Paris Hilton, but going way overboard. Pretty clever, huh?"




Miley and Friends Ch. 02



"We'll see how clever it is by whether it works or not."

"I hope it does. The last thing we want is to have photographers camped out in the hotel lobby waiting for us. We're used to it, but you guys could get harassed. Those jerks will follow you home to see if you will lead them to us." 

In the lobby Miley talked to front desk staff and the hotel concierge to get directions to a couple of clubs that sounded like they had some promise. I drove the rental car, but passed up valet parking and parked it myself in a parking deck, and we walked from there. That would be one less clue that the girls were for real.

The club we ended up at was noisy, but a country band cranked out music that had couples dancing. We found a table in a corner and Chris and I sidled up to the bar to corral some beers for us. It wasn't long before Miley grabbed Chris and pulled him out onto the dance floor. Chris had no idea how to dance to country music, but Miley had fun teaching him, and they laughed a lot. It wasn't long before other guys were cutting in to dance with Miley, and she appeared to be enjoying herself immensely, flirting with any man who looked her way. Chris sat down and watched her dance.

Paris and I talked a bit and eventually decided to give the dancing a go. Neither of us was up on the proper steps, so we slipped into a form of swing we both knew. Between dances we refilled our glasses.

The band played a couple of slow songs and I closed my eyes and held Paris as we danced. I glanced down at her and found her looking up at me. "You had your eyes closed. You miss her, don't you?"

"Yeah. Laura and I used to go dancing. Sorry for the momentary lapse on my part. To tell the truth it feels good to hold a woman in my arms like this again. Thanks for putting up with me."

She reached up to touch my cheek and kissed me softly. The kind of kiss a girl gives that means something. "I like you as a dance partner as well as in the bedroom. I like that you have treated me like a woman and not just as a sex object. I don't mind being a sex object, mind you, but it is nice that I can feel like - me. I like that you kiss me. I don't feel like I have anything to prove with you."

"I've enjoyed every minute with you, and not just in the bedroom. I could dance with you all night."

She kissed me again. "Thanks."

It seemed like we hadn't been there very long, but it was well after twelve when we left. I retrieved the car and found the way back to the hotel. In the elevator Miley continued to two-step.

Inside the suite Miley threw off her shirt and bra to go topless again. Chris and I raided the bar for drinks while the girls shared a sofa. When Chris and I arrived with the drinks we found Miley and Paris wrapped up in each other sharing a kiss.

"That's hot!" Chris remarked.

The girls looked over at him momentarily and went back to kissing. Chris set their drinks on the coffee table in front of the sofa and we draped ourselves over a couple of stuffed chairs to watch. Kisses turned into breast fondling for a few minutes before they broke it off.

"Sorry guys," Miley said. "All that physical activity tonight after talking about tits earlier got us to thinking about renewing a relationship."

Chris' mouth fell open. "You two have a...relationship? Like lesbians?"

"Get over it, Chris! We're not lesbians. We're just open to relationships with people of various sexes. You know how I like a good fuck. Sometimes I like a little girl time, too."

We finished our drinks and Paris and I headed for our bedroom, leaving Chris and Miley to talk about same/different sex relationships.

Paris sat on the side of the bed and I sat down beside her, waiting for her to say what was on her mind.

"Doug, out there, Miley and I...we do that sometimes when we get together. Sometimes we even spend the night. Does that bother you?"

"No, no, no. After what I learned about you this evening I think it is probably a perfectly natural thing. I've heard it said that sometimes it takes a girl to know what a girl needs."

"After we talked in the tub I know that you have a good idea what I need, too. And, I'm happy to give you what you need, because you don't demand it. It makes me want to do it for you."

"I think we understand each other perfectly."

I kissed her and ran my hands up and down her arms. She unbuttoned her shirt and I helped her off with it. My hands kneaded her breasts and she sighed. I laid her gently back on the bed and removed her jeans and panties. I ran a hand all over her. "God, I love to touch your skin."

I kissed her neck and shoulders, gradually working my way down to her breasts, and her nipples sprang erect. As before, I caressed her legs and thighs, ending with her sex. She whimpered as I massaged her labia with the heel of my hand. My lips took over sucking on her labia and my hands roamed over the rest of her body, paying special attention to her breasts. Her soft moans and whimpers led me to the touches she liked the most. I sucked on the clit, drawing it all the way out, and used my tongue to stroke the underside of the hood. My lips pulled on her labia again and I thrust a tongue into her wet, dripping vagina. When I withdrew my tongue I centered my mouth over her and sucked hard on her vagina, sucking some of it partway out, and tongued the newly exposed flesh. She arched her back and wrapped her legs around my head. It was hard to breathe but I kept up the sucking and tonguing vagina and clit until she writhed under me. I used both hands on her breasts, and she squeezed my hands in hers, rubbing my hands over her breasts almost in a frenzy. 

After a couple of her hard hip thrusts I felt myself sucking the orgasmic fluids right out of her and she ground herself against my face until she was finished and released my head from the grip of her legs.

She pulled on my arms until I realized she wanted me to come up beside her and lie next to her while she kept her eyes closed. When she opened them she smiled at me and said "Thanks."

"My pleasure." I caressed her face, abdomen and legs with my fingertips.

She sat up to unbutton my shirt. I watched her eyes as she did so, looking at me rather than my shirt. When my shirt was off she unfastened my belt and zipper so I could remove my pants and underwear.

"My turn, now."

She played her fingertips over my face and body, avoiding my penis at first. Gentle strokes on it had it twitching. She kissed me and her kisses roamed over me, nipping at my nipples and tonguing my navel. She took me in her mouth and began her dance with it. In and out, sucking, licking, using her fingernails lightly on the underside while forcing her tongue into the slit, then sucking hard on the tip. She watched my eyes as she played with me, bobbing her head and twisting and pumping me with her hands. When it became obvious that I was nearing climax she pulled her mouth away and squeezed the base of the shaft for a few moments. 

She straddled me and raised herself up to lower herself on me until I was fully sheathed in her. She used her vaginal muscles to work on me before rocking back and forth on me. I reached up to play with her breasts as she pumped herself faster on me. She knew when I was ready and pounded really hard on me until I exploded inside her. She kept up her motion until she, too climaxed, a larger one than before. She threw her head back and moaned as I felt her pulsing around me.

Still joined she laid down on my chest with her head on my shoulder.

"Today with you has been wonderful, Doug. Most men I've been with are so selfish, they don't care if I come or not. You make sure I do. Wanna come back to LA with me?"

I laughed at the absurdity of the question. "Afraid I can't. I've got a job. Besides, you'd get tired of me. And, I'm not sure I'd last in that fast lifestyle you live. Those folks out there would eat me alive. I'm afraid they'd chew me up and spit me out."

"It would be good, though, wouldn't it?"

"Yeah, it would."

"Doug, give me a little back rub before we go to sleep, will you?"

We lay side-by-side and I rubbed her shoulders and back until she fell asleep.

In the morning I was awakened by the smell of coffee and food. Paris was in the shower. I knew what would happen if I went in there with her, so I threw on the hotel robe and went out to the living area. Miley was, as usual, topless, walking around with a cup of coffee, munching on a croissant. There was no sign of Chris.

"Hey, Miley, what did you do to Chris? Is he still alive?"

She laughed and stuck her tongue out. "We were pretty active. I think he's still asleep. Did you have fun?"

"I'm glad you brought Paris. I like her. She's not at all what I expected. I get the feeling that she is taken advantage of because she is rich and single."

"Yeah. That's why we hit it off like we do. I give her what she needs sometimes." She paused. "I bet you gave her what she needs, too."

"I understand what you mean. I really tried with her."

Miley came over and caressed my cheek. "Yeah. I knew you would."

I helped myself to some cinnamon rolls, coffee and juice from the tray. I lifted the lid on a platter and found scrambled eggs and bacon, and added some of that to my plate. "God, I'm hungry!"

"Paris gave you a workout, did she?"

"Did she ever! But I think it was mutual."

Paris emerged in her robe with wet hair. "Food! Yes!"

Miley indicated for me to open the requisite champagne to go with the orange juice. As the three of us fixed our mimosas Chris stumbled out into the room. He hadn't even put on his underwear.

"Looks like somebody was busy last night," Paris commented.

Chris suddenly realized he didn't have anything on and started back to the bedroom, but stopped. "What the fuck. You've all seen me now anyway."

He gulped down coffee and drained a mimosa before heaping a plate with food and proceeding to tuck it away.

I sipped another mimosa and asked Miley "Did you really mean what you said yesterday, that you'd go topless in your shows if you could?"

"Sure. I wear as little clothing as I can. When I'm in Europe I visit topless and clothing optional beaches all the time. I go to places like that here, too, whenever I can find one. How about you, Paris?"

She nodded. "I've been. They're all over Europe. I've been known to tan topless here, too. While I try to be discrete Photographers have caught me several times. I think they were tipped off and waiting for me. The men will never admit it, but I know it has to have been them. What jerks."

I said "In my travels I've noticed they have a healthier attitude toward the human body in Europe."

Miley laughed. "You know what's gross? Going to a nude beach with people who don't belong there. I mean really fat people. Fat women with tits hanging to their navels and asses drooping to their knees. Men with guts so big they hang down and hide their cocks. We'll all sag with age, but deliver me from ever looking like that. Just shoot me first."

We stepped out onto the terrace with our coffee. It was a nice fall day, chilly yet, with a breeze that made it feel cooler. The bright sun promised a warmer afternoon. Miley didn't seem to care about her state of undress in the cool morning air. She faced the sun and spread her arms wide. "Just feel that sunshine. I love it!"

"Uh, Miley?" I asked. "Aren't you concerned that there are taller buildings around us and here you are outside like this? We're not in Europe."

"Still hung up on that? Why should I be? I don't think there are very many people working today, but if they are and they want to look, well, let them get their jollies. Speaking of jollies, everyone wait here a second, I need to get something."

In a moment she reappeared with a bag. She had everyone pull up chairs in a circle as she removed the contents. "Last night I scored some weed at the club." She rolled a joint and lit it, then passed the bag and rolling papers around. Soon none of us cared she was practically naked in the open, or that it was chilly. I'm not that big on weed, but did so when I was in college, so partook with the rest of them, just not to the extent everyone else did. 

Back inside we collected the dirty dishes and piled them on the room service cart. Chris asked "What do we have planned for today?" 

"Right now - a sword fight!"

The three of us looked at Miley, waiting for an explanation.

"What are you waiting for? Let's get all get naked."

Chris laughed. "Now you're talking! But, what's a sword fight."

Paris put a hand to her mouth to hide a smile. She was in on it, whatever it was.

Miley explained ""It's just like what it sounds like. A duel with swords. Paris and I will wield the swords."

I looked around. "I don't see any swords."

"I'm looking at 'em," Miley said as she stared at our crotches. "They just aren't stiff enough yet. Paris, prepare Doug for the battle! I'll prepare Chris' weapon."

Chris shook his head. "What the hell...?"

"Come on, Chrissy wissy. You need to prepare for your big duel. But right now, you just enjoy."

Miley dropped to her knees and took Chris in her mouth, working on him until he was fully inflated, testing him for stiffness along the way. At last she announced "Ready over here!"

Paris had been standing behind me and, as we watched Miley at work reached around to fondle and stroke me. After Miley's announcement that Chris was ready, Paris turned me around and used a tongue to coax me the rest of the way up. I reached down to knead a breast, and that helped. "Ready over here!"

The girls turned Chris and I to face each other and stood behind us. Miley reached around Chris and grabbed his cock at the base. Paris did the same with me.

"You see, gentlemen, we each have a sword in our hand, and we will do battle with them. Paris, let's start out easy and show them how it works." We were all giddy enough from the champagne and pot that we didn't care whether it made sense or not.

The girls nudged us forward until our cocks were almost touching. "En garde!"

The girls pushed us forward while using our cocks like swords, thrusting and parrying. It was weird to say the least, to feel Chris' cock slapping against mine, but the girl's laughter was infectious and Chris and I went with the flow. Miley pushed Chris forward with a sudden hip movement and Paris tried to parry, but Chris' cock slid over Paris' hand and poked me in the abdomen.

"That's a point for me! See how it works? Whoever makes a solid touch with the tip gets a point. Just like epee. We'll play for the best of five. Got it?"

Chris said "This is bizarre. Who thought this up?"

Miley laughed. "I did! I've played it a few times. Paris has played once. It's loads of fun."

"That's easy for you to say," Chris grumbled.

"En garde!"

This time it was like a sword fight you see in the movies. Our cocks slapped against each other as each girl tried to ward off the other. Miley advanced Chris and Paris pulled me back. I stepped on her foot and she lost concentration for a split second. Miley drove Chris into me. "That's one for real! I'm ahead one zip. Prepare for a thrashing, Paris!"

"In your dreams."

They went at it again. During the 'fight' the girls nudged us using their hips and a hand on our hips, circling each other and moving around the room. Paris maneuvered Miley back against a chair and pushed me into Chris. "Ha! We're even."

Miley set her jaw and began a reckless relentless advance. It began to hurt a little as they parried each other. Miley thrust Chris forward, but Paris turned me sideways so he missed. Paris poked me into Chris' side. "Take that, bitch! One more and I win!"

"We'll see about that." 

Paris went on the offensive and Miley had to keep pulling Chris back. Paris thrust me forward with a sudden push, but Miley expected it and pulled Chris back. When I missed Miley slapped me out of the way and moved in quickly for the touch on a counterattack. "You just think you're going to win. Now we're even. It's winner take all...match point...whatever."

I could feel that Paris' body pressed against my back was getting moist from the effort, and could see Miley sweating, too. This had gotten serious between them and we were just pawns in their game. Chris and I each said "ouch!" on several occasions, but Miley said "suck it up you big babies. This is serious warfare."

We were all practically dancing around the floor, each girl thrusting and parrying, but neither gaining an advantage. Paris whispered in my ear "On the count of three go up on your toes...ready...one...two...three."

I went up on tiptoe as Miley charged. She parried Chris downward so he slid under me, grazing my balls, but Paris pushed me directly into Chris' abdomen. "Yes! I win! You lose, Miley!"

"That was a trick move. It wasn't fair."

"All's fair in love and war, hon."

Chris and I stood massaging our sore cocks.

Miley pouted for a moment. "Okay. You win this time, but I'm going to find a guy with a ten inch cock and then we'll see who wins." She sighed. "Okay, to the victors belong the spoils. Lie down on the sofa, Doug. Come here, Paris."

I stretched out on the sofa and Miley knelt between my knees. "I guess you need this, anyway. We got so carried away I'm afraid we abused you guys. Well, Miley is here to make it feel all better."

She held my aching shaft in her hands and massaged it gently, then took it in her mouth to use her tongue on it. She motioned for Paris to stand beside her. As Miley tended to me with her mouth she reached out and began to play in Paris' pussy with her fingers. That was kind of hot to watch, especially when Paris leaned over so Miley could play with her breasts, too. Her hand alternated between Paris' breasts and pussy. The ache began to go away.

"Geez, Paris, you're really wet."

"Yeah, and I expect you to do something about it, too."

Miley continued to work on me with her mouth and worked on Paris with her hand. At one point she released me and pulled Paris down to suck on a nipple, then returned to me. I felt the buildup and Miley took me all the way in so I could unload directly down her throat again. When she had sucked me dry she turned full attention to Paris. 

Miley sat on the edge of the sofa seat and pulled Paris in to shift oral attention to her. Fluid was already running down Paris' leg. Miley tweaked nipples while her fingers probed into Paris and her tongue tended to the swelling nub. Paris threw her head back and moaned as she came all over Miley's face.

Poor Chris was left alone to watch. Miley got up from the sofa and tended to his needs with her mouth until he exploded. Miley swallowed several times.

When she was finished Miley sat on the floor and rested against the side of a chair. "Next time, Paris, you are going down!"

"I don't know, Miley. I kind of like winning. I mean, losing isn't so bad, but winning is so much better. Besides, I like it when you 'go down'."

"Okay guys. Now you've been in a sword fight. What do you think?"

I said "The ending was fine, but the actual event was..."

"painful." Chris added.

Miley reached out to stroke Chris. "Poor baby. We'll have to make it up to you. What's your schedule? Are you guys staying over tonight?"

"I can't. I have to be at work at seven tomorrow morning. That was the bargain I made. I got the weekend off but have to work seven to three all week, so I'll need to get back tonight. What about you, Doug? Are we travelling back together?"

"I didn't know how the weekend would shake out so I took a vacation day for tomorrow. What about you ladies?"

Miley screwed up her face. "Well, that changes things. Do you really have to leave, Chris?"

"Afraid so."

"But you COULD stay, Doug?"

"Well, yeah, but we came here together."

Miley drummed her fingers on the floor while she thought. 




Miley and Friends Ch. 02



"Okay. Chris, let's find out about your flight back. Doug, PLEASE stay tonight. Would you?"

Chris looked at me and shook his head. "Don't let me hold you up. I'm a big boy. I can travel alone."

Miley got up and headed to the computer. "Let's find you a flight, Chris." 

Chris sat at the keyboard and tapped the keys, scrolling through the listed flights with Miley leaning over his shoulder looking with him. "Damn. It looks like the latest I can go so I can arrive in time for work is a five-thirty flight this evening. All the red-eyes get in too late in the morning. I'm not checking anything, but I'll still need to get to the airport in time to clear security."

I added "I'll take you and drop you off at the check-in."

"Don't worry about it. I saw when we arrived that Marta goes directly to the airport terminal and there is bound to be a MARTA station near here. I can take the train and get there as fast as I could if you drove, and there won't be the hassle of airport traffic."

"Now, we need to be fair to both of you," Miley said. "In all fairness, if Doug is spending the night with the two of us I think we should spend all the time we can with you, Chris."

I understood what she was getting at. "I'm fine with that. You girls give Chris a workout so he can sleep on the plane."

"We don't want you to think we are ignoring you, Doug. After Chris has to leave we promise to turn all our attention to you."

"I think I'll wander around a bit to see what I remember about Atlanta. After lunch maybe I'll take a dip in the pool." Frankly, I welcomed the chance to clear my head a bit. After all, I wanted to enjoy having the both of them together later on.

Miley's eyes lit up. "The pool! Ooh. Sounds like we could have some fun there."

"I don't know, Miley. It is a family friendly place, so I think topless might be out. Also, without your 'disguises' you would likely be recognized."

"Pooh! You're right. I didn't bring a bathing suit. While skinny dipping would be fun, we'll just have to think of something else."

I dressed and got ready to go out. On the elevator ride down I made a mental list of places I'd like to see during the time I had.

I found I didn't really want to walk around, so grabbed a hot dog from a street cart and wandered back to the hotel. Nobody else was on the elevator so I used the room key to go all the way up nonstop. When I opened the suite door I was startled to hear screaming, and started toward the sound. I pulled up short as I realized that it was just one of Miley's screaming orgasms. Chris was apparently enjoying his final hours here. I noticed another room service cart was parked by the bar.

I slipped on my bathing suit and went down to the indoor pool. The pool was unheated and the water was cool. Since there were only a couple of people there, I decided to swim some laps. When I finished I rested with my arms on the side of the pool and noticed someone swimming up to me. It was the teenage girl the elevator the first day. I looked around, and saw her parents sitting at a table having a discussion. 

"Hi."

"Hello. Enjoying your stay?"

"It's kind of boring. Mom and Dad want to go-go-go. I finally talked them into coming to the pool for awhile. I guess it's a compromise. I go with them sightseeing and they got me tickets to the Miley Cyrus show. I'm so excited! Sorry about the elevator."

"It's understandable."

She looked around. "So, where are the others?"

"Up in the room doing whatever it is they do."

She looked at me intently. I could tell she was trying to conjure up the courage to ask me something. She bit her lower lip and blurted out "Are you a family or something? I mean, I've been thinking you and the one who looks like Paris could be the parents of the one who looks like Miley and the other guy with you...I don't know, I just think about things, try to figure out how things are. I wondered how a family could have a mother that was young enough to look like Paris Hilton and have a daughter that looks like Miley Cyrus. I'm not very good at guessing ages of adults. I fantasize a lot. I fantasized that it really was Miley Cyrus, although I know it wasn't, but what if it was? I rode in the elevator with her! I touched her arm! It gives me goose bumps."

Oh, if she only knew. I used my fingers to make quotation marks in the air whenever I mentioned their names. "No, we're not a family. 'Miley' and Chris and I are friends. 'Paris' is a friend of 'Miley'. We just met her. We're from all over, but we decided to all meet up here in Atlanta for a weekend."

"What do you do when you got together? No, that's none of my business. But I'll fantasize something."

I laughed. "What's your name?"

"Debra. I'm from Lexington, Kentucky."

"I'm Doug, and I'm from North Carolina. Well, Debra, last night we all went out dancing. Today we are all just visiting, catching up on things. I swim pretty regularly at home, so came down to the pool. It turns out I'm the only one who brought a bathing suit. That's their loss, huh?"

"Ooh, I'd like to talk to the Miley lookalike and find out if she has had any adventures. I bet she has. I know I would if I looked like her. I'd milk it for all it's worth, you know?"

I decided not to say much more about the girls lest Debra set up to meet them. That wouldn't do. "So, you're going to the Miley show? Are you a big fan?"

"Bigger than big! I'd give anything to go backstage and meet her. My dad was able to get tickets pretty close to the stage. We're in the front section pretty near the stage. I would melt if she looked at me!"

"You're not going alone, are you? Who's going with you?"

She nodded toward a table near the pool. "My dad bought the tickets for my birthday. They're kinda expensive, so we could only afford two. He's reluctantly going with me."

"Birthday, huh? How old are you?"

"I'm fif..well, almost fifteen. Next week I'll be."

"What does your dad think of Miley? Has he seen any of her videos? Has he seen her...costumes?"

She stole a glance at her parents to make sure they weren't listening and spoke in a low voice "Dad thinks her costumes are too sexy, and is afraid I'll be corrupted or something. I mean, I take PE. I've seen naked girls before. I like how she gives the impression of wearing less than she really is, you know? She probably has a flesh colored something on under those transparent things she sometimes wears. I'm not sure how she pulls off looking like her...boobs...are showing, you know?" She put her hands over her face. "I can't believe I'm talking to an adult about this."

"What do you think her secret is?"

She uncovered her face and leaned in closer. "Well, I think she has something in her top. Something fake but that looks like boobs. Her real ones are hidden underneath. That's why I can't understand grownups getting upset about what she wears."

I nodded. "You're probably right, Debra." 

"You know a lot. Do you like Miley? Not many grownups do."

"Yeah, I like her. I've never been to a show. But as long as we're telling secrets, here's a juicy one that will explain why I like her."

She was practically on top of me, eyes wide.

"I bumped into the real Miley in a hotel earlier this year."

Her eyes widened even more. "No shit? Oh god, I'd be grounded for that. Sorry. What is she like?"

"Just like an ordinary person. Very polite. We even had dinner together. She's real nice. That wild stuff is just an act."

"Oh, pooh. I was hoping she'd be like... like some wild thing...or something. I fantasized about that, and imagine what it would be like to be in her show, you know?"

"Sorry to crush your dreams. But enjoy the show. Just because it's an act shouldn't keep you from enjoying it. Go ahead and imagine what you want. Make yourself happy. Miley wouldn't mind your fantasies. In fact, I think she'd be pleased. It's what she wants people to think."

"I guess. But hey! I know somebody who actually knows Miley Cyrus! Wait until I get home and tell all my friends! It's almost like I met her! Oops. Gotta go. Maybe I'll see you again with your friends. I'd like to talk to them."

She swam to a ladder and climbed out of the pool, water streaming from her hair and down her bikini-clad body, and walked over to join her parents. She dried off and I could see her excitedly telling them something as they gathered up their belongings. I got out of the pool and dried off with a pool towel I took from a stack on a shelf. As I headed out I could hear Debra talking to her parents "...and he told me what she's really like. Dad, you'll be pleased..."

Back up in the suite I found a naked Paris sprawled on a chair. There was no sign of Miley or Chris.

"Have a good time Paris?"

"I'm taking a break. I can't believe Miley and Chris are still at it. She was screaming again just a few minutes ago. I see you've been swimming. How was it?"

I laughed. "I met that girl we encountered in the elevator yesterday. She's going to the Miley show tomorrow with her dad. She has Miley pegged, but I told a few little white lies so her dad wouldn't be so anxious."

"Anxious about what?" Naked Miley stood in the doorway, her legs glistening with rivulets of sex fluids from Chris and herself running down from her pussy.

"You'd be surprised what some girls think of your costumes. The one we met yesterday thinks you have fake tits as part of your costume and your real ones are hidden underneath. I didn't tell her otherwise."

"Hmm. Maybe I'll 'accidentally' pop a tit tomorrow. You know, a 'wardrobe malfunction'. That should whip the crowd up."

I put my hands over Paris' eyes. "That girl's father will probably cover her eyes."

"Fuck. He doesn't know that his darling daughter is probably screwing the captain of the football team."

"Nah. I don't think so, but she can imagine you screwing the entire football team."

"The girl's all right."

"She and her dad are sitting pretty close to the stage and she says she would faint if you noticed her."

"What's her name?"

"Debra. She's from Lexington, Kentucky."

"Well, I'll think of something special for Debra. She'll be noticed."

"Uh, oh. Maybe I've opened Pandora's box here."

"I don't know about Pandora, but you can open MY box."

Chris appeared dressed, with his small suitcase. The girls gave him big, sloppy kisses. I made sure he knew the way to the Marta station. He opened the door and winked at me. "Don't worry, Doug. I left some for you," and he left for the airport.

When he left Miley looked around and said "Damn. I need another hit. Is there any left?"

We looked in the bag and found enough for several more joints and sat on the terrace to smoke.

"I've got the munchies" Miley said as she attacked some of the lunch leftovers. "Fortunately for you, Doug, you've got something else that will help me tame my cravings. Something I can swallow."

"I'm not Chris. I have limits."

"Well, I apparently don't. You got any limits, Paris?"

"Yeah, but they're pretty high limits."

I said "I smell of chlorine. I think I'll take a quick shower to get the smell out of my hair."

"What? All alone? What about us, all naked and lonely out here?"

"You're welcome to come and join me."

I stripped off my damp bathing suit and headed for the shower, to find Miley and Paris waiting for me. Miley giggled and pointed. "I think it's funny what happens to cocks in the cold water. Look how shriveled it is! Where are his balls? Gone hiding?"

Paris posed in mock contemplation. "Maybe we can bring it back to life. Let's try."

The shower easily accommodated us all. Paris and Miley soaped up their hands and proceeded to wash me, giving special attention to 'bringing me back to life'.

Paris stood in front of me, rubbing her breasts on my chest while she played with me until I was hard. Miley reached under to massage my sac. I felt a soapy finger enter me from behind, and I went rigid.

"What's the matter, Doug? Got something up your ass?"

"Apparently so. I'm not used to that."

"I know something to do back here. You might enjoy it. Work on him, Paris."

Paris handled me and bent to suck me. She wrapped her arms around my neck and jumped up into my arms, wrapping her legs around my waist, and I helped support her with my hands. Miley reached around with her free hand and guided me into Paris. Paris began to thrust her hips rhythmically. Miley continued to stroke my balls. Soon I was ready. I had forgotten about the finger. As I approached climax Miley began to move her finger inside me massaging my prostate. I pumped into Paris as Miley worked inside me. The climax was perhaps the most intense I've ever had. I don't think I ejaculated any more than usual, but the feeling was much more intense and lasted longer.

"Damn, Miley. Where did you learn to do that?"

"A girl never tells her secrets, Doug. Did you like it?"

"Didn't think I would, but wow. I think my cock is still tingling."

Paris released herself from me and Miley twisted her head under me between my legs. She grabbed my sagging cock and tongued it, taking the tip in her mouth. The intense feeling slowly died away and Miley released me and stood up. "Why look. It's magic. Mr. Shrivel has disappeared and our old friend has taken his place. Isn't that nice, Paris?"

"Very nice. I liked it."

After we dried off Miley decided that an early dinner would be in order. When it arrived she answered the door stark naked. Paris and I sat on the sofa, facing away from the door, so the young man couldn't see we were naked also. The guy tried not to stare, but Paris nudged me and pointed to the bulge in his pants. Miley gave him the usual fifty tip. As he trundled the lunch cart out the door she sidled up to him. "You've been real good to us. I thought I'd give you something to remember us by. You'll spend the money, but you'll remember what you saw when I opened the door forever, won't you? Consider that another tip."

He gulped hard. "I'll remember, all right."

She had a thought. "Wanna touch my ass?"

"Huh?"

She backed toward him. "Go ahead. Touch it. Give it a feel."

He looked panicked, not knowing if he should, considering how many company rules that would break. She encouraged him, though, and he tentatively reached out and ran his fingers over the smooth skin of her ass cheek. She nodded for him to continue and he gave a squeeze. Emboldened, he reached around for a breast, but she stepped away and wagged a finger at him.

"Uh, uh. That's all you get. Don't be greedy. Still, betcha that's a tip you won't forget."

"No, ma'am. It is burned in my memory forever."

After he left Miley laughed. "I bet he goes and beats off before he even returns that cart."

For dinner Miley had ordered filet mignon, medium rare, for each of us, salad, fruit, three bottles of red wine and champagne to go with some fruit for dessert.

I don't know where she put it all, but she ate more than either of us, and had no trouble draining her bottle of wine.

"They've got a good kitchen here. We haven't had a bad meal yet. What do you say we sit outside for awhile to let that settle before we engage in more fun and games?"

The sun was setting behind the buildings and the air was noticeably chillier. Paris and I donned robes, but Miley seemed to enjoy the cool air on her body and her nipples stood at attention. They smoked cigarettes and we killed the last of the wine. Miley brought out the fruit and champagne and we relaxed with the dessert.

Paris hugged her arms around herself. "I'm from LA. This is getting cold for me. I'm going inside."

Miley stubbed out her cigarette and we joined Paris.

Miley pointed a finger at me. "You spent last night with Paris...or was it IN Paris? Tonight I get you, but it doesn't seem fair to leave poor Paris to sulk in her room all by herself. She'd have nothing to play with but her own pussy. Are you down for Paris to join us?"

"This is your party. I'm your guest. I'll do whatever you want."

"Ooh! Whatever I want? Hmm. That's something I'll keep in mind. For right now I feel magnanimous and will share you with Paris. If you run out of gas maybe Paris and I can keep things going between ourselves. How about that, girl?"

"I like you and Doug both, so it's fine with me."

"Then, let the games begin!"

In Miley's room one bed was a tangle of sheets with pillows strewn on the floor. She pointed to the other bed, still relatively intact. "I choose that one as our evening playground. What are you two waiting for? Get rid of those robes, get naked!"

I sat on the side of the bed, already fully erect, and the girls sat on either side of me. 

Wrapping an arm around Paris I kissed her and stroked her hair, then did the same for Miley. I thought it could be a good game to attend to them alternately. Next time with Paris I kissed her and caressed her face and arms, and did the same with Miley. Miley nodded "I think I know the game you're playing, and I like it. It's something different. The tension will build slowly, but I'll get turned on watching you with Paris, and I think she'll get turned on when you do me. This could be fun."

I continued back and forth, from one to the other, slowly progressing to more erotic touching. Breast fondling turned into breast licking and sucking, and nipple tugging. A tongue in a navel preceded stroking of outer labia. Pulling on labia and teasing clits followed. I spent a little extra time on Miley's clit jewelry. Tongue action brought forth the desired reaction. I had learned how they each preferred to have tongues attend to their tender parts. Fingers added to tongue finished it for them. 

Miley actually came first. She bucked against me, writhing violently, and threw herself back onto the bed and it was all I could do to keep fingers inside her. I managed to get my mouth up to hers just in time to partially stifle another scream. I would have preferred to lie next to her and help her come down, but Paris jerked my shoulder to turn me to her. Her climax was accompanied by hip thrusts and loud moans as she gushed into my mouth. At first I was unaware of her fingernails raking my back while she rocked on the bed.

Miley leaned over me to take me into her mouth and I rolled on my back to accommodate her. It didn't take long for me to approach climax myself. I became aware of Paris joining in by sucking on my nipples and tugging them with her lips. I had never considered them to be particularly sensitive in a sexual sense, but the sensation added to my excitement. Miley took me almost all the way in and snaked her long tongue out to play with my sac. Just as I was ready to unload she took me all the way in so I would shoot directly down her throat. After several strong spurts she pulled me out and handed me off, still spurting, to Paris to finish. I had softened enough that Paris could take me almost completely in her mouth, and she sucked me dry, only losing a little bit that trickled down her chin. Miley licked where I had ejaculated on Paris' breasts before she got me in her mouth.

The three of us lay side-by-side, recovering. Miley reached over and ran her hand over my chest. "I liked that game. What fun we have had this weekend with our games! Now that you've had time to think about it, how did you like our sword fight?"

"I'm not sure I cared for it at all. It was bizarre to watch you slap me against another man. It hurt a bit while it was going on; I think you got a little carried away. I liked the prize, though."

"Yeah, well that is the first time Paris has beaten me at sword fighting. I'll remember that, Paris. You're in for it next time."

I laughed "I pity the poor guys who supply the swords." I reached down and stroked my penis as I remembered how it felt to be slapped around during the game.

"Poor guy, my ass. You know he'll like it." 




Miley and Friends Ch. 03



Miley and Paris have one last fling before Paris has to leave. Miley invites me to the show and then backstage for more fun and games. A visit to her dressing room turns into an exceptional experience when Miley's assistant joins in.

Chapter 3

The three of us sat around eating breakfast. It was a hearty breakfast of eggs, bacon, grits, toast, Danish pastries, bagels with assorted spreads, orange juice and, of course, champagne. Paris had never experienced grits and wrinkled her nose. "I'm not sure I like this. They're so bland, and the texture is so...gritty."

Between mouthfuls Miley said "They're better with gravy, but you need to put lots of butter on them."

I added, with a glance at Miley "Some have been known to put sugar on them"

"Sacrilege!"

We moved out onto the terrace so Miley could smoke. The morning was chillier than the day before so we wrapped in our robes.

Miley looked around "This is a pretty nice place. One of the better ones I've stayed at. While I used my manager's card, I think they know who I really am yet have kept things private for us. You have no idea how sneaky some people can be to get close enough to take a photograph they can sell. They would have loved to have a shot of me letting that guy feel my ass last night. Anything to make me appear wild."

"You ARE wild, my dear," Paris commented. "But I know what you mean. They follow me everywhere, too. I even found one hiding in a bathroom once."

I shook my head. "I can't imagine living like that. But they miss the real you, each of you. Yeah, you know how to have a good time, but they don't realize how nice each of you is. Chris commented that he was impressed with how you treated the hotel staff. He said celebrities stay at his hotel often and seem to think they own the place, ordering people around and generally being rude, even trashing the rooms. Some don't even tip the staff for carrying their bags or bringing room service. You are generous, Miley, and I know you appreciate your fans, just not to the point of being smothered by them."

We went back inside, and Paris checked her messages. "Shit, I forgot I have a meeting with some TV people at four this afternoon. Let me check online and see what my options are."

Miley and I knocked off the last of the champagne when Paris reappeared. "I have a flight out at two. With the time change that will get me there in time. My manager will meet me at LAX."

"Wouldn't you rather fly on a charter?"

"This will be fine. I got first class. They're used to having celebrities in first and don't make a big deal of it, so I'll be okay."

"That doesn't give us much time to play, does it? Robes off!"

The robes were tossed over the back of the sofa and we headed to Miley's room. 

Miley put a finger to her lips in mock contemplation. "Let's see, now. Paris, what part of him do you want?"

"Doesn't matter to me. I like it all."

"Then I'll take his cock. Doug, assume the position!"

I had an idea of where this was going, so I laid on my back. Sure enough, Miley took me in her mouth long enough to get me completely hard, then straddled me and lowered herself onto my shaft. Paris sat on my chest and wriggled forward until my tongue could reach her.

Miley alternated up and down with rocking back and forth. I used my fingers to spread Paris wide. The stretched labia got a good tongue workout and she moved her hips to bring my tongue to her vagina and up to her clit. I reached up to knead a breast, and used my other hand to reach around Paris to play with the Miley clit piercing. Paris showed signs of climaxing, so I brought my hands back to her vulva to use my fingers in concert with my tongue. Miley stopped her movement and reached around Paris to play with her breasts. She rubbed her hands over the nipples and breasts matching Paris' movement of her hips on me. Paris made a sort of whining sound that morphed into a moan. She shoved her hips forward and grabbed my hair, pulling my face into her. I tongued her until she went rigid and flooded my mouth. Miley leaned forward and kissed Paris on the neck.

Paris, still in a bit of reverie, rolled off me and gently played a hand over the wetness between her legs. Miley resumed pumping and leaned forward so I could play with her breasts. When I couldn't hold it any more I filled her. She pumped harder and leaned down to kiss me as she came, pulsing around my cock.

When she finished she dismounted and asked Paris "Want to finish it?" Paris leaned over and licked me as I softened. Miley then leaned to Paris and kissed her. Paris drew back and licked her lips. "Mmm. I got a good taste of you on him. You do taste good, Miley. 

"Have some more." Miley swung a leg over to straddle Paris, turned herself around and settled herself onto Paris' face as she lowered her head to Paris' pussy. Paris readily parted Miley and licked and sucked her way around the soft bare flesh. I could tell from Miley's head movements that she was going to town on Paris. I don't know how long they were at it, but Paris began to make grunting sounds and then moaned louder than before. I watched her thrust her hips up at Miley. Miley writhed, her pussy wiping on Paris' face. Her scream was muffled as she slammed her face down into Paris' pussy, almost screaming into her vagina.

Miley rolled off of Paris and the two of them lay with their eyes closed and chests heaving. Miley sat up first, and grabbed Paris' arm to help her sit up.

"Now you got a good taste. What do you think?"

"As usual you taste good, Miley, although it was a blend. Musky on the nose with notes of saltiness, a hint of semen, and a clean finish." We all laughed at Paris describing sex fluids like fine wine.

Paris sighed and went to her room to pack. Miley touched my arm. "Come to my show tonight."

"I've got to be at work tomorrow."

"Would a redeye get you in too late?"

"I do have some flexibility in my schedule. If I'm a little late I can just work a little later. We aren't on strict schedules. A lot of what I do is independent work."

"So, you can come to the show? You can have a backstage pass for after the show. I promise I'll make it worth your while." She ran her hand up and down my thigh as she talked.

"Jeez, I'd have to find a last minute place to stay. With a big show in town hotels will be tight."

"Stay here another night."

"I can't afford this place."

"But I can. I'll tell you what...my treat. I'll spring for a room service dinner, too. And I'll upgrade your plane ticket home to first class. Just get me the flight details before one. I've got rehearsal and blah, blah, blah, or I'd sweeten it even more. Have I sweetened the pot enough?"

"You talked me into it. I'll go out and buy some earplugs."

She laughed and gently punched my arm. "We do get kind of loud during the show. And, Doug, I didn't mean what I said about popping a tit on purpose tonight. I'll keep it clean, more or less. But wardrobe malfunctions have been known to occur."

The three of us piled into my rental car and drove to the airport to drop Paris off. I was concerned with her mingling with the crowds, but she said "Nobody expects me here. I'm all checked in so I just need to tag my bags, get through security and then hide away in the airline club until the flight is called. The clubs always take care of me. Thanks for everything, Doug. You've restored my faith in men...and myself. If you're ever in LA give me a call. I gave you my private cell number. Maybe I'll even find myself in your neck of the woods someday. I'd like to get together again. I mean it."

I didn't know what to say, but she kissed me, opened the door, plopped the airline pilot hat on her head, checked her bags at the curbside bag check, and headed into the crowds in Hartsfield terminal.

Miley was quiet as I drove her to the Georgia Dome. We found where the fleet of trucks and buses were, and convinced a security guard that she was really Miley Cyrus. We located her bus and transferred her luggage. She gave me a tour of her bus. I didn't see much difference between the hotel suite and the bus except for the size. She had a bedroom, bathroom, bar and lounge with a sofa and comfy chairs where she could watch videos, listen to music or visit with anyone she had along. Of course, there was wifi.

Before she left she kissed me. "I meant what I said earlier. I want to see you after the show. I have something for you. You will have a ticket and passes at the Will Call window. They will simply be labeled 'Doug.' After the show look for Bruiser. He's the gate keeper, and he's on the right side of the stage."

"Stage right or house right? I've done some acting in Community Theater."

She laughed. "House right."

"And I'll know this Bruiser?"

"Oh yeah! You'll know who he is. Trust me."

With another kiss she was off.

I drove out of the city to see where Laura and I had lived. Memories came back of the time we lived there. But I had to leave all that behind. I did stop for a late lunch at a deli we used to frequent and then returned to the hotel.

With a little time to kill I headed for the pool again. Several people were there, including Debra. She swam over to me. "Hi."

"Hi. Looking forward to the show?"

"OMG! I'm in here for something to do other than stare at the clock and wait until time to go, you know?"

"Yeah, me too. It seems Miley remembered our meeting a few weeks ago and invited me to the show as a way to thank me for being nice to her."

"Oh, wow! Hey, look for me tonight. I studied a seating chart online and found we're only ten rows back!"

"I don't have my ticket yet, so I don't know where my seat is. Maybe I'll wave to you from the balcony. You'll be so close you'll be able to see her sweat."

"Eww. Gross."

"You want to be in the show, you'd better get used to hot lights."

"I never thought of that."

I swam a few laps, dodging other swimmers, and she kept pace with me. When I finished she came up to me again. "Sorry. I don't mean to intrude on your space, but you actually know Miley! Being near you is probably as close as I'll ever get to meeting her."

"You never know, Debra. You never know."

I had a nice dinner in the room, and got ready for the show. There was an opening act, some band from the eighty's, probably selected to appease the parents who brought their tweens and teens. Miley wasn't due to start until nine, but I wanted to allow ample time in case there was a long line at the ticket window.

In fact, the line was about twenty deep, but moved quickly since people were just picking up tickets. When I reached the window the girl asked my name. "Doug."

"Doug what?"

"It's supposed to be just under 'Doug'."

She shook her head doubtfully as she riffled through the envelopes. "I'll be darned. Here it is."

She opened the envelope to make sure the correct ticket was inside and her eyes widened. "A little message from Miley herself that the ticket is for you. VIP. Front row. And three backstage passes. Lucky you! Enjoy the show, Doug." I checked the envelope myself and found another note from Miley tucked down inside it 'Give the two extra passes to Debra and her dad if you can find them.'

I certainly had never sat any closer than upper level at any concert I've attended, so had to ask my way around to the proper entrance. I actually recognized the music the warm-up band was playing, and was sorry I hadn't arrived earlier. The ushers held us back until the band was finished with a number, and between numbers I was shown my seat. Front row on an aisle.

After the first band ended their set the lights came up and I cast an eye around for Debra and her dad, but didn't see them right off the bat.

When the lights went down for the Miley show the arena turned into a screaming sea of cell phones and camera flashes, hoping to record something of the show. I was enthralled at Miley's showmanship, although I had to agree with Debra's dad that her costumes left little to the imagination. At intermission I went out to buy a drink. I thought I caught a glimpse of Debra in the concourse, but the mob of excited teenagers wearing their new Miley tour shirts soon swallowed her up.

The second half was, if possible, better that the first. I liked the way Miley talked to the crowd between numbers, almost like she was having a conversation with them. As the band began behind her for one number she pointed out into the crowd behind me. "This one is for Debra from Louisville." Before she even got out a note I heard a squeal of delight behind me, and could distinctly make out "Did you hear that, dad? She is doing this one for me!" That gave me an idea of the general direction their seats were. All around heads were craned to see who this Debra was.

I turned partway around and caught sight of Debra bouncing up and down. That's when I knew that Miley really was a nice person.

I'm certainly not up on the Miley repertoire, but there was one number I knew that was missing from her playlist in the show. I shouldn't have worried. The final number was 'Wrecking Ball'. What appeared to be an oversize wrecking ball descended from above and Miley straddled it. The 'ball' appeared to have a seat molded into the top and a support made of some clear material surrounded and supported her. While backup dancers swirled around I saw crew members fasten a safety line between the ball support cable and something on her costume. The ball rose into the air and began to go around the arena at balcony level, with spotlights following her all the way. I craned my neck to watch it slowly go around and tried to figure out how it could be rigged to move like that. 

What a clever idea - giving the 'cheap seats' a close-up view of her. A wave of camera flashes followed her as she travelled around at balcony level. The words were repeated several times and there were instrumental interludes to stretch the song to an appropriate length. As the ball approached the stage again it began to descend, and Miley alit as the band ended the song to a tumultuous ovation from the crowd - clapping, screaming whistling and generally jumping around. The crowd was ready for more, but the lights came up. Always leave them happy but wanting more. 

After the house lights came up there was a rush to the entry to the backstage area. Some were let in, but no amount of cajoling, pleading or lying could persuade Bruiser to let anyone in. Miley was correct. There was no mistaking Bruiser. He appeared to stand about six-four and had shoulders as wide as a door. If Bruiser didn't want to let you in you didn't get by him.

I went up the aisle until I found the row where Debra and her dad had seats, counting on Debra still being there, basking in the experience. I edged into the almost empty row and found Debra, as I expected, standing and looking all around the arena, trying to memorize everything and taking a video panorama of the arena. Her dad was eager to go, but she wanted to soak up as much as she could. I finally caught her eye. "Doug! Wasn't that an amazing show?"

"It was, and it's about to get more amazing for you, Debra." I thought she would faint when I handed her the passes. Her hands shook as she looked at them. "Can we go, dad? Can we?" 

Her dad eyed me. I explained "I know Miley, and Debra told me at the hotel pool what a big fan she is, so Miley invited Debra back to meet her."

"That's where I've seen you. I was a little leery of an older guy talking to my daughter, and warned her to be careful."

"Understandable. If I had a daughter I would do the same. Should we go talk to Bruiser?"

We showed Bruiser the passes and he checked our names on a list he had on a clipboard. He took the radio from his belt and spoke into it, and turned back to us "Someone will be with you in just a moment. Please wait over there." 

Debra was nearly beside herself with anticipation. I wondered why we had to wait when others were let in with no questions asked.

In a few minutes Bruiser motioned for us, and he stepped aside for us while holding out his hands to stop some others who tried to squeeze in with us. A rather slight woman who I guessed to be about my age greeted us. "I'm Cynthia. I'm Miley's all around assistant. I'll take you to her."

As she helped us weave through the swirling masses of visitors Cynthia explained "I assist with her costumes and work with the dresser who helps her change costumes between numbers. It's all very split second; those changes have to be made in a hurry. I make sure the costumer has all the appropriate costumes lined up in the proper order. I arrange the hair dresser and makeup schedules. I deal with any problems during the show. And, I escort certain VIP's to her dressing room, like now."

I said "It sounds like it would be easier to list what you DON'T do."

She laughed as she continued to shoulder her way through the sea of well wishers in the hallway. Miley had apparently dealt with most of those who had come to see her, but there were many people in the cast and it seemed they all had visitors, laughing and shouting over the general din. "You got that right! I haven't listed half of it. I even bring in coffee or...other refreshments if needed. A lot of what I do is made up as we go along. It helps that Miley and I get along so well. Well, here we are." 

Cynthia knocked on the door and cracked it open when Miley said something. "Your guests are here."

Miley said something else to her and Cynthia opened the door wide for us and spoke to Miley. "I'll be outside if you need anything."

"Thanks Cindy. You're a dear."

The door closed and we found Miley had removed a portion of the costume she had worn last. She still wore a flesh colored leotard and was barefoot. She had undone her hair from the tight rings she had worn on top of her head, and it hung in loose curls. The room was utilitarian, with a counter and mirror surrounded by lights, chair, costume closet, a cot for naps. Two vases of flowers, one roses and the other a colorful bouquet, were perched on the end of the counter. When I looked closely at the colorful one Miley raised a questioning eyebrow at me, and I nodded that I had sent them. I had ordered them over the phone but hadn't seen them until I entered the room.

She gave me a hug and Debra as well, but shook her father's hand. "I'm glad you could all make it. Did you enjoy the show, Debra?"

Debra was so star struck she could barely stammer "wow...it was the best ever...I'll never forget it...I can't believe I'm talking to Miley Cyrus!"

I added sheepishly "Actually you've spoken to her before."

"Huh?"

"I told you a little fib. That really was Miley and Paris Hilton in the elevator the other day. The rest is true. Chris and I had become friends with Miley and we were really meeting for a nice weekend. Miley gets hounded by fans and photographers, so sometimes she likes to get away and be anonymous. Sorry for the deception down at the pool, but it seemed prudent to protect Miley."

Miley laughed. "If you remember, I never actually denied I was me."

"But you said...oh, yeah...it was me who said it wasn't really you."

"Right. Doug was just helping to protect my privacy, as a friend should. But you're here now. I understand you want to be a dancer in the show. You have a dancer's body. How good are you?"

"Well...I've taken lessons since I was about five. I do tap, interpretive dance, jazz, some ballet, you know? And I've taken gymnastics off and on since I was eight."

"How are you doing in school?"

"School? Okay, I guess."

Debra's father interjected "She could do much better if she tried harder."

"Dad!"

"Here's my advice, Debra. Keep up with your dancing. Be as good as you can be, but do your best in school, too. Listen to your dad."

"How did you do in school?"




Miley and Friends Ch. 03



"I'm not going to lie. I did okay but could have been better. My advantage is that I got a break with Disney at a young age. It helps to have a famous parent. I had fame thrown at me, and have been fortunate to be able to keep up a performing career. I'm a rare exception. But let me tell you something. The life of a show dancer is hard. Very hard. You get cast in a show and when it is over you have to start all over again auditioning. Even in a show you're constantly travelling. It's not all fun. You can rehearse until you have blisters on your feet. You have to really want to do it. In just a minute Cynthia will take to meet some of the singers and dancers and you can ask them questions. Most girls who start down the singing and dancing path get discouraged along the way and don't make it. They end up waiting tables or picking up whatever other work they can find. That's why you should do good in school. Give yourself options so you don't get boxed into a corner, understand?"

Debra nodded.

"I hate to burst your bubble, but you seem like a nice girl and you deserve to live life on your terms, not somebody else's."

Miley gave Debra a hug and held her by the shoulders at arm's length. "Go with Cynthia. Learn what you can here and then decide if it is the life for you."

The door opened and Cynthia stuck her head in. "Ready for the tour?"

Debra went out into the hallway but her dad hung back for a moment. "I've never been a fan of yours, Miley. I still think your routines and costumes are entirely too risqué for young girls. But you give good advice, and I thank you for it."

"I know what I look like. Part of that is because I started out as Hannah Montana. Everyone thought I was this cutesy little girl. I'm not. She was a character. I can't be Hannah all my life. I've tried to make the transition out of the stereotype a clean break so I can set my own agenda. I do have things I'm passionate about, but Hannah isn't the platform I can use. I need to be seen as me, even if it means shocking people into awareness of it."

He nodded. "I understand. I may still not like some of what you do, but I admire you for having the guts to do it."

He left to join Cynthia and Debra to meet some of the other performers.

'Well, Douggie. What did you think?"

"I thought the show was great, and I really liked the way you gave Debra advice. The way you presented it I think she'll think long and hard about what you said. The more I know you the nicer I think you are."

"Nice? Nice?" She laughed. "I'm obviously not doing a very good job if you think I'm nice."

"Of course you are and I think you know it, even if you don't admit it."

"I'll show you a little evil. How about that?"

She kissed me and simultaneously undid my belt. "Can you go twice tonight?"

"I have no idea. Before I met you it had been...well, a long time since I had sex. I like to think I'm not too far past my prime, though."

She kissed me and said "I need to thank you for the flowers, too."

She flashed a devilish grin and finished removing my pants and underwear. I stood there with my pants around my ankles and she knelt in front of me, taking me in her mouth. She proceeded to use her lips and tongue to ensure I was very hard before she began on me in earnest. She grasped me and worked me with her hands while bobbing her head. Periodically she took me out to play her tongue over the tip. That tongue! She wrapped it around me and moved so that I was essentially fucking her tongue. She took me deep and tongued the underside. I started to unbutton my shirt, but soon stopped and closed my eyes to savor the experience. She reached under me with one hand and held me gently, using soft touches. She would pull me out and lick me from base to tip and pump with one hand. She could feel the change in me as I got ready to finish, and took me all the way in, tonguing hard. Once again I exploded directly down her throat. With her tongue and lips she milked me dry.

"Okay Doug. I get worked up during a show. Now I'm ready to be royally fucked. I want it."

She helped take off my shirt and I sat in the chair to remove my shoes and socks so I could kick off my pants and underwear.

"Now me. Take mine off."

I helped her wriggle out of the leotard and she stood before me naked.

"Uh, Miley? What if someone walks in?"

"Don't worry. Bruiser or Cynthia guards the door. No one will come in."

"Won't they hear? You do tend to be..."

"Loud? There is a code at work here. Kind of a don't ask don't tell type of thing. They're not going to say anything to anyone about what they hear going on in here. They get their rewards, too. They've both been on this side of the door too, if you catch my drift. Now come here and fuck me. Fuck me good."

She played with me for a minute, and added some mouth action to get me up again. She boosted herself onto the counter, put her heels up on the counter and spread her knees. I admired the view for a moment and then moved in to begin my own mouth magic on her. I squeezed her breasts and pulled on nipples, and was rewarded with gushes of wetness. She pulled on my hair to indicate for me to move to the next stage. The counter was just the right height for me to enter her. I moved my mouth to her breasts and she pressed her chest against me. I kissed her on the lips, cheek and neck and thrust into her. She closed her eyes with a satisfied look on her face.

She suddenly slid off the counter and I slipped out of her, wondering what was going on. She bent over the chair and presented a rear view of her vulva. I caught on quickly and slammed into her again and again, reaching around to cup her breasts as I did so. She rocked her hips to my tempo so we slammed together hard. Her quick breathing and loans told me when she was getting there.

Before she reached a climax she moved once again, this time to face me standing up. She leaped into my arms and put her arms around my neck, wrapping her legs around me as we came together once again. Her bouncing and jiggling had an effect on me as well.

She let herself down and threw one leg up on the counter, so I entered at a different angle. This time I had a good angle to press on her clit with my hand, rubbing in hard circles as I pounded away at her. 

Just as I thought she was about to come she hopped back up in the counter as at first and I found myself pounding as hard as ever while squeezing a breast and kissing her hard. She threw her head back for one of her patented screams, but I leaned forward to cover her mouth with mine and muffle it some. As she pulsed around me I pumped into her again.

When she subsided she leaned back against the mirror. I was still in her and rested my head on her shoulder while she stroked my hair. 

I finally collapsed into the chair.

"That was a royal fuck, Doug. I'm still tingling. I'm also hungry."

"You're always hungry. Do we send out for pizza or something?"

"Very funny. Of course Cynthia has it covered." She went over to a corner of the room where there was a small table I hadn't noticed before. A tray sat on the table draped with a towel. She removed the towel and a metal cover to reveal a cheese tray and a bottle of champagne in a bucket of ice. She fetched two flutes from a shelf under the table as I uncorked the bottle, the cork bouncing off the ceiling.

We sat around completely naked, our hair matted from sweat, eating cheese and drinking champagne. At a soft knock on the door Miley said "Enter!"

I was completely embarrassed and covered my groin with my hands as Cynthia walked in and shut the door behind her.

"Cindy, I think you've met Doug."

Cynthia came over to me and extended her hand with a grin at my discomfort. I raised one hand to shake hers and covered myself with the other. Cynthia giggled "Ooh, a man who is caught red handed, or should I say, red something else...gets embarrassed, huh? Been enjoying my boss?"

Miley reached over and slapped Cynthia's behind. "Leave Doug alone. He gives a good fuck."

If I could have crawled under the door I would have. I felt my ears burning. Cynthia laughed again. "It's okay, Doug. Did she give as good as she got?"

I was dumbfounded. The two of them laughed again.

Miley brightened. "Hey, Cindy! Want to take him for a test drive?"

Cynthia looked me over skeptically. "I don't know. I heard you and figured there had been enough time for it to be safe to come in. My bad. What do you really think, boss?"

"I tell you, he is a good fuck. I should know, I've tried him enough times."

Cynthia rubbed her chin in mock contemplation. "He's a lot older than you. More like my age, I guess. Are you serious?"

"Sure as shootin'. Doug, do you notice that Cindy is the only one in here with clothes on? How about you remedy that. A real gentleman should help a lady."

I know my mouth hung open, but Cynthia walked up to me and stood close in front of me. She wore a black tee shirt with 'Miley Tour Staff' on the back, black jeans and black sneakers. With her black hair she could have melted completely into the shadows. 

"Well? Miley - he isn't doing anything. Are you sure about him?"

She edged closer so she stood between my knees. I tentatively reached up to unbuckle the belt that was right in front of my face. When that didn't get the slap I would get in other circumstances I undid the button and zipper. With her jeans loosened I pulled her shirt up. I had to stand to take it off over her head. While I was there I unclasped her black bra. Her breasts, larger and rounder than Miley's despite her small stature, spilled out. I wanted to touch them but decided to finish my task first. She put a foot up on the chair for me to untie and remove the shoe, along with a black sock. The other shoe and sock followed. With shoes off I pushed her jeans down and she kicked them off, revealing a pair of very tiny black panties. Her trimmed black bush was soon revealed, in a neat rectangle extending several inches above her pussy.

Miley came over and stood next to Cynthia, squeezing a butt cheek. "What do you think, Doug? You like?"

"I like. I very like."

"Like as good as mine?"

"Umm...There is no correct answer to that question."

The two of them laughed. Miley stood with an arm around each of us. "You kids have fun. Doug, I think you'll find Cindy to be something special."

"Yeah, I'm special. You heard it from Miley. Come over here and let's get acquainted."

While we talked I didn't notice Miley folding the towel that had been over the food. She silently placed it on the cot. I was soon to learn why.

Cynthia took my hand and led me over to the cot that was pushed up against one wall. We sat beside each other, her sitting on the folded towel, and she turned her face to me expectantly. My first impulse was to reach for her breasts, but something told me to take a more subtle approach, despite her apparent forwardness. I cupped her chin in one hand and kissed her, and caressed her cheek. She put her arms around my neck and showed she had advanced knowledge of kissing techniques. Our tongues played and I rubbed a hand up and down an arm. I actually enjoyed the make out session with her. It also gave me time to recover.

Eventually I kissed her neck and she shivered and nibbled on my ear. I can't explain why I went so slowly with her, but it seemed to excite me as well as her. I caressed a leg from her knee to her hip and she pushed my head downward for me to kiss between her breasts. I cupped a breast and noticed her nipples had become as large as any I had ever seen. Pressing on and tugging at them only made them harder, and soon I took one in my mouth to play with it with my tongue. 

I moved my hand from her leg and traced around her navel with a finger. She responded by kneading the inside of my thigh, moving slowly upward until she traced the crease between my leg and body. My finger moved down to play in the black patch and rest on top of the mound of her sex. She made little sounds of pleasure when I traced the outer lips and squeezed them between my fingers. Even without going any further I felt gushes of wetness on my fingers. 

She laid back and stretched out on the cot with the towel under her. I settled in beside her, kissing her mouth and breasts, pulling on nipples and licking around them. When my lower hand pressed into the warm creases it got wetter and wetter. I also found another surprise as her clit appeared, poking out above everything else. The mere touching of it brought even more wetness. The more I touched her the wetter my hand got. I knew it couldn't be because she was a 'squirter', because she hadn't climaxed yet, yet it was as if she had sprung a leak down below. I slipped a finger inside her and found her vagina was much tighter than I expected, yet my finger slid in easily.

She sat up and bent over me to take me into her mouth. While not as skilled as Miley, she was still quite effective. The newness of the situation led to my own excitement churning inside me.

She pushed me down onto the cot, straddled me and lowered herself onto me. She was as tight as a virgin, yet it was as if she had used K-Y jelly, and I slid effortlessly into the tight wet warmth. She became a wild woman, bouncing and swaying. I pulled her down to kiss her or to fondle or kiss her breasts several times, and felt my crotch get wetter all the time, as if she was wringing out a sponge. She made very little noise, but became more and more frantic in her movement. I grabbed a breast and tried to hang on, unsuccessfully. I reached for the monster clit, and it only drove her further into madness. As tight as she was I felt as if she was going to rip my penis off. 

She suddenly pitched forward with her hands beside my shoulders for support. After a few whimpering sounds she went completely rigid. I felt like I was being held in a vise - a very warm, wet, slippery vise. I started to throb and pulse against her as she squeezed tighter and tighter. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she collapsed onto my chest. I don't know what happened to her next because I felt myself leaving my body and swirling through space, then falling, falling, falling back to earth.

I came to my senses to find her motionless on top of me. Her partly open eyes were still rolled back in her head and her mouth hung open. I panicked.

"Miley! I think she's dead!"

Miley pulled a chair next to the cot and patted my arm. "Shh. She's okay. Be still."

The last was hard to obey, as I was still being squeezed so hard. As the minutes ticked by Cynthia gradually relaxed and her grip on me loosened until I felt just as I did when we first joined.

Cynthia eventually opened her eyes, kissed me and caressed my face. "Mmm. That was good. My god, that was good! I didn't hurt you, did I?"

"I wasn't sure there for a second. How do you do that?"

"Don't know. It's just the way I'm built."

She slowly rolled off of me and I gradually slipped out. Miley reached out and examined my softened penis. "Doesn't appear to be any permanent damage that I can see. I told you she was special."

I absent-mindedly played with a nipple with one hand and explored the monster clit with the other. She pushed my hands away. "I don't think you want to do that and get me started again. I've got to save some for Miley later."

We both sat up. I noted that the towel was completely soaked and both her pubic hair and mine were completely plastered to our bodies. She must have gushed a pint, at least. She trailed a finger around in my matted pubic hair. "What do you think? Did you like it?"

"That was like nothing I've ever experienced, ever. I thought you had a heart attack or something."

"Yeah. I get kind of wound up and then go off into another world."

"I think you took me with you."

She kissed me. "Good. I was hoping you'd come along with me."

Miley brought two wet cloths for Cynthia and me to wipe ourselves off with. Cynthia handed hers to Miley when she was finished, and got dressed, leaving Miley and me still naked. 

After she got dressed Cynthia kissed Miley and then opened the door. "I'll meet you at the bus. We'll have some more fun."

When she left I reached for my clothes. As I dressed I asked Miley "Are you two going to...well...I mean...are you both bi? I guess I've wondered that about you and Paris all weekend."

Miley smiled as she finished removing her stage makeup prior to getting dressed. "Cynthia really is bi. As tight as she is you'd never believe she spent much time with men, but she does. She's even been with Bruiser, and he is just as big as you would imagine he is. I can tell by your face that you think he would have ripped her apart, but he didn't. Cynthia is a very unusual specimen. She is so incredibly tight, yet you saw how wet she got. That wasn't climax squirting, that was the real get-ready-for-sex stuff. I don't know of anyone else who gets as wet and slippery as she does. Hence the towel or the mattress would get soaked. God, isn't she tight? Yet, no matter how big you are you can slide right in. The first time I put fingers into her I thought she would break them off when she came. I licked her and thought I would drown when she wrapped her legs around my head. As for orientation, she has been with quite a few show members of both sexes. She has no preference as long as the sex is good."

"So you're meeting her on the bus to continue this session?"

She stopped what she was doing and turned to me and took my hands in hers. "Look, Doug. I need to set something straight. A lot of people think I'm bi because they see me with women as well as men. I don't consider myself bi. I'm not hetero, either. I'm neither. Sit down and let me explain something."

I pulled the chair around to sit in front of her. 

"This is how I see myself and the world. We all have a soul. I happen to feel that two souls can touch each other and it doesn't make any difference what the sex of the body is. The soul has no sex. The soul has no age. The soul has no color. When I love someone, it's my soul and their soul loving each other. The rest of the package is irrelevant. I know that Chris and Debra and Debra's dad think you and I are very far apart in age, but our souls are just souls. Our souls can get together and play. It could even be possible for them to get together and love if it came to that. We have no control over it. The point is that my soul can touch other souls to play, to love, to share. It has nothing to do with labels. My soul touches yours. My soul touches Cynthia's. My soul touches Paris'. My soul even touches Bruiser. Do you understand that?"

I rubbed my chin. "I knew there was something different about you. I haven't felt the least bit uncomfortable being around you, even though I'm considerably older than you. I think you have explained it. I'm glad we met. Your soul has rejuvenated my soul. It all makes perfect sense." I laughed "But I think someone my age or your age would have to be careful not to get involved with someone like Debra. The authorities wouldn't understand about souls!"

"Unfortunately, we do get pigeonholed. But yeah, I think souls may have maturity, too. In someone like Debra it might not be fully developed yet, but there is no way of knowing, so we have laws."

I watched her finish removing her makeup and get dressed. As we left the room she asked "can I give you a lift back to the hotel? It's late to be walking and cabs are probably scarce at this hour."

We left the building, waving to the security guard at the rear entrance, and strolled to her bus. It was idling and the door opened as we approached. The driver cheerfully greeted her. "Good evening, Ms. Cyrus. Ready to roll?"

She greeted him and instructed him where to drop me off. Back in her quarters we found Cynthia lounging in a transparent black negligee. "Ooh, bringing reinforcements, Miley?"




Miley and Friends Ch. 03



She laughed. "Just you and me, dear. I've missed our times together." Miley turned to me "We get so busy with the schedule that there is precious little time to play. I went ahead of the caravan to where I met you and Chris so I could relax a little. There was no time for Cynthia and I except for, when was that, Cindy, on the bus between Boston and Buffalo? This weekend was my first real time to blow off a little steam. I'm not finished yet, so Cindy and I will fuck each other silly tonight, right Cindy?"

Cynthia grinned, and I saw her nipples grow and harden at the thought. "I already laid a supply of towels on the bed."

At the hotel I arose to depart. Cynthia kissed me and Miley walked with me to the door and stepped out onto the sidewalk with me. We kissed and I caressed her face. "You have a beautiful soul, Miley."

She smiled, kissed me again, a lingering kiss, and hopped back on the bus. I watched it disappear down the street before I went in and rode the elevator up to the suite.

Everything had been straightened up since I had left. I fixed a drink to have as I prepared for bed, and then sat up in bed thinking about what Miley had said. Maybe it was time for me to let Laura go and move on with my life. I thought about my soul finding another to love again.

In the morning I wasn't in the mood to eat alone, although Miley had set up for me to order breakfast in. I went down to the hotel restaurant and was shown to a table. On the way I passed a table with Debra and her family. Debra waved her hand cheerily "Doug!" Her father rose, shook my hand, introduced me to his wife and invited me to sit with them.

As I drank coffee and waited for my order I asked her "How did the backstage tour go? Learn anything?"

She looked at her father and screwed up her face. "Yeah. I'd better finish school before I run off to join a show. Bummer. One of the girls told me she's one broken ankle away from starving because she can't do anything else, she has no backup plan."

Her father patted her arm. "Better to find that out now instead of having to starve later."

I told her "I thought Miley gave some sound advice. If you do well in school and make it dancing then all well and good. If you don't make it as a dancer then you have some alternatives. I think Miley is deeper than folks give her credit for. She cares about people and tries to be a good person. She's kind and generous. I didn't know her very well before this weekend, but have come to respect her."

Debra looked at her mother. "See, mom. It was worth coming here after all. A grownup thinks Miley is a good person."

"Well, I thought she kept you entirely too late for someone your age."

"Let me grow up, mom."

I wasn't about to get in the middle of that. Debra's mother arose "I have more packing to do. I'll see you upstairs." She nodded to me "Nice to meet you. Thank you for being nice to our daughter."

When she left Debra sighed. "Mom just doesn't understand."

"You know something Debra? Before I really knew Miley I wouldn't have understood, either. Give your mother a break. Oh, by the way, Miley gave me something for you. Our friend Chris was going to find out your address through the hotel so I could mail it to you, but since we're here..."

I handed her a large flat envelope Miley had given me the night before.

"Miley gave me something? OMG! What could it be?" She tore open the flap of the envelope and drew out a headshot of Miley. She had written on it "Debra - It was a pleasure to meet you. Happy Birthday. Follow your dreams. Love, Miley."

Debra clutched the photo to her chest and looked like she would cry. "This is the best present I have ever received. I'll treasure it forever."

She threw her arms around her father. "Thanks for letting me come for the show. I know I can be a pain sometimes, but I love you."

Her father kissed and hugged her. They were quiet for a moment, but when her father sensed that Debra wanted to say something to me also, excused himself to go help his wife pack.

Debra gave me a look that said 'I want to know something but am afraid to ask'.

As my order arrived I said "What is it Debra?"

She leaned toward me and spoke in a whisper "Did you spend the night with Miley last night? At least a lot of the night?"

So that was it. "Why do you ask?"

"I was so excited that I couldn't sleep and stood out on the balcony, thinking about what Miley and Cynthia and the others said. It was really late, around three or something. Our room is directly above the hotel entrance. I heard a bus and it stopped right below me. I looked down and saw two people get off, and they looked like you and Miley. You kissed each other and were all lovey-dovey and then she got back on the bus and left. Are you Miley's boyfriend or something? Come on now, no fibs."

I put my fork down. "You are a very observant young lady. Maybe you should give up dance and become a detective."

"Quit stalling and answer me straight."

"No, I'm not Miley's boyfriend. Cynthia came back to the dressing room and we all talked. Miley is actually very philosophical. We talked about the nature of the soul. Honest. She has some deep thoughts about what the soul is like. She's not the ditzy girl she appears to be. And, for the record, neither is Paris Hilton - she is actually very nice. I never thought much about either of them, but now that I know them I like them both. Most likely I've seen the last of them, but who knows what the future will bring?"

She thought about what I said. "I guess people aren't always what they seem."

"You got some good advice last night." I lifted my orange juice glass and touched hers. "Here's to the future."



Miley and Friends Ch. 04



Paris Hilton comes to visit me, and a whole new world opens up. Paris and I are hounded by photographers. Miley sneaks in to join us and has another contest with Paris before Chris arrives.

*****

For the next few months I thought about what Miley had said. I allowed myself to be open to others and actually met a few women to date. At the office Christmas party I talked to several women in other departments. Nothing really clicked, but it was a start. I considered that I would not find another love, but maybe I would, too. Either way I was okay with it. 

About the middle of January I was checking the messages on my phone and saw one from a number I didn't immediately recognize. I read it and was surprised to find it was from Paris Hilton. My jaw dropped as I read that she was headed to New York and wanted to stop and see me on the way. Of course I thought I was being pranked, although Chris was really the only other one who knew that I had met Paris. I quizzed him and he swore the message wasn't from him.

"Damn! You mean she contacted you and not me? Are you sure she didn't say anything about me too?"

"I don't know anything about anything. I'll let you know what I learn about it."

A few days later there was another message with a date she would arrive.

I figured it wouldn't cost anything to see if she really showed up as she said she would, and found myself awaiting the arrival of an American Airlines flight from LA.

I was astounded to see her get off the plane and come toward me. She greeted me with a smile, but no kiss or embrace. As we walked to my car she insisted on towing the one suitcase she had. "Sorry for the seeming formality, Doug. The flight attendants in first class were real good to me, but I overheard some passengers in coach say they thought that Paris Hilton was getting off in front of them. I'm trying to act normal like you are here to pick me up for a business meeting, and that I'm only an ordinary woman who totes her own luggage. I'm just trying to protect us both. I want it to look like I'm not a celebrity."

Once in my car she kissed me and ran her fingers through my hair. "I've missed you, Doug. I really have."

"I've thought about you a lot. What's your plan?"

"The bulk of my luggage has been shipped to New York. My agent will pick it up and take it to where I'm staying. I have two nights I can spend here."

"As per your message I've booked a small two bedroom suite at the hotel where I met Miley. Chris has it arranged so that I could cancel it."

"Why would you want to cancel?"

"If you didn't show."

She looked genuinely hurt. "Why wouldn't I show?"

"Well, I wasn't one hundred percent sure the messages were really from you. It is a rather unlikely situation."

"I should have called you to confirm. Sorry."

At the hotel I checked us in under my name and Chris winked at me. He had arranged for me to get the Family and Friends rate so the suite was affordable. Paris leaned over the desk and whispered to him. "I haven't forgotten you Chris. I hope we can find some time this weekend, too. How about joining us tomorrow?" That perked Chris up out of his jealous funk. 

The suite we had was on an upper floor at the end of the hall, separated from other rooms by a linen closet. Paris checked it out and pronounced it adequate, something that wouldn't draw a lot of attention. "I usually have larger accommodations than this; Paris Hilton wouldn't really stay in something with bedrooms so small, would she?" Anyway, we're mainly only going to be using one of them, aren't we?"

She went to the mini bar and perused the contents. "Hmm. We may have to supplement this meager supply. I can order us something if we need it."

"This weekend is my treat. I'm paying for the room and any extra room service. You are my guest."

"Don't be silly. I can afford it."

"I'm not a pauper. You know, since I've been a widower I haven't had anything to spend my money on. It's my treat. Now, booking the entire top floor like when Miley was here would be another story."

She laughed. "Miley and I like to travel in comfort, but this works for me this weekend before I slide into the fast lane in New York."

We spent some time talking about our lives since we had last been together. She told me about her parties. I told her how Miley's talk about souls had stirred something in me.

She smiled and kissed me. "Well, it's time for our souls to play a bit, don't you think?"

I still couldn't believe that someone like Paris Hilton would give me a second look, but she started to unbutton my shirt. I held her face in my hands and kissed her. She slipped my shirt off and tugged my tee shirt over my head.

Since she appeared serious about this I unbuttoned her blouse. As I pushed it off her shoulders I paused and kissed her again. Her eyes told me she was pleased. I felt her breasts through her bra as I kissed her. When I unclasped her bra she shrugged it off, exposing her delicious perky breasts. I kissed my way down her neck and across her chest. My lips traced the outline of a breast, gradually spiraling up to the rosy tip where the flat of my tongue teased a hardening nipple.

She whispered in my ear "I have something special planned. Let's not get too worked up just yet." She paused. "That last statement was incredibly hard to say. I want you, but it would ruin everything if we rushed right into it."

She unbuckled my belt and removed my pants and shorts. I sat down and quickly removed my shoes and socks and quickly removed the rest her clothing. When I unbuttoned and unzipped her skirt I was shocked to see a bare vulva as the skirt fell to the floor. She kicked off her shoes and the skirt flew across the room with another kick.

She saw the look on my face. "It was warm when I left LA, so I went commando. I can tell by your...ahem...reaction, that you are pleasantly surprised." Indeed I had sprung immediately to full attention at the sight.

She took me by the hand and led me into the bedroom. She sat cross-legged in the middle of the bed and indicated for me to do the same, facing her.

"Have you ever heard of Tantra, Doug?"

When I shook my head she leaned forward a bit and explained. "I don't know a lot about it either. It's some sort of Hindu practice. I have a friend whose friend's boyfriend sometimes visits a tantric goddess. At least that is what they call themselves. There is a lot of ceremony and the goddess instructs the man, or woman for that matter, on how to have better sex. By the time the information reached me I'm sure it bore no resemblance to what really happens, but one thing my friend insists on is what she says is called tantric sex. I tried it with my friend, but I don't think it works real well with another girl unless some sort of toy is involved, so we mainly laughed about it. However, she swears it works with a guy, so we're going to try it out. That is if you're okay with trying something weird."

"I have no idea about any of this, but with you and Miley I've done a number of things I'd never done before. Let's give it a shot."

"Like I say, I don't know if this is how it's really done, but it's how it was explained to me."

She spread some towels on the bed, reached into a bag and took out a bottle of some liquid. "Lie down on your front while I massage you." I felt cool oil dripping on my back and her hands spread it while slowly massaging. When I didn't think about her being naked while she touched me it was very relaxing. Her fingers glided over my skin, pressing and kneading from my calves to my neck.

"Now roll over. Close your eyes and feel the sensations."

She proceeded to massage the front of my legs, arms and chest with oil. With oiled up hands she took my penis and slowly massaged. "I'm told that in the practice what you have here is called a lingam. I have a yoni. Isn't that a hoot?"

Her hands were warm and her touch very stimulating. I hoped she would continue until I came, but she stopped and handed me the bottle. "Now do me. Take your time. Remember, no extra time on my naughty bits. We'll get to that."

She lay face down and I slowly massaged her with the oil. I had thought her skin was soft and smooth, but with the oil it was even more pleasurable to touch. I did the backs of her legs, with my fingers just touching her 'yoni' when I went up the inside of her thigh. Her butt cheeks and butt crack got attention. As she did with me I did the backs of her arms and her back, with my thumbs along her spine.

She rolled over and I began on her feet and lower legs. As I massaged her thighs I did the outer lips of her 'yoni' and she sighed with pleasure. I did her arms and finished with her chest, paying special attention to her breasts. I could have massaged her breasts all day, and she loved it, but I followed instructions and didn't spend as much time there as I would have liked.

When I was finished she sat up with her legs out in front of her, knees bent. "Now you face me and do the same. Move in as close as you can. Scoot up real close so you can go inside me. My friend says that your lingam goes into my yoni."

"Sounds pretty descriptive to me." I put my legs next to her body and bent my knees. We each wiggled forward until I was touching her. I would have loved to rub against her vulva, but the idea was to enter, so enter I did. After the erotic massage I slid in easily as far as possible in the position we were in, maybe halfway at best. We each had to lean back somewhat on our hands at first.

"Now we sit up and put our arms around each other so we can stay close." As we held each other she indicated for us to tip our heads forward so they touched.

"Ready?" Still unsure about the whole enterprise I indicated that I was.

"First thing is to take deep breaths. The idea is to remain completely relaxed. For the moment forget about what is going on down there, just concentrate on relaxing. The other will take care of itself in due time. Focus on breathing."

For a few minutes I closed my eyes and took long, slow breaths. She spoke in almost a whisper. "Now we should be able to enter more fully." In our relaxed state we were able to move even closer until I felt her mound pressing against me.

"Here's the hard part but the part that is supposed to make it worthwhile. Keep your eyes closed and concentrate on what you feel. Concentrate on what you feel inside me, and I do the same for me. Feel my body under your hands. Don't move anything. Stay completely still. Keep taking relaxing breaths. It may take a while to get maximum effect."

I lost all track of time. I concentrated on the warmth surrounding me, and I noticed the smooth skin and the muscles in her back under my hands. Her breath was a whisper on my face. I felt her fingers on my back. The more I thought about being inside her warmth surrounding me the more excited I became. It was hard to control my breathing, and I felt her fighting it also. Amazingly, I felt a climax coming on. She whispered "Fight it, Doug. Try not to come. Try real hard. Think of something other than us."

I tried to think of sitting by the side of a stream under the warm summer sun. Warmth. Oh, no, warmth wouldn't do. I felt the climax mount again but quickly thought of standing on a snowy mountaintop. A climax of sorts came and went, amazingly with no ejaculation. I wasn't sure I could hold back a second time. I felt her vagina start to contract, but she conquered it, and we continued. Through my 'lingam' I felt her breathing from inside her body. I could detect minute changes in the muscles inside her with every breath, and felt her pulse in the velvet sheath around my lingam and I built again. There was no holding back this time, and I exploded inside her, maybe the most intense climax ever, even stronger than with Cynthia. It seemed that I was enveloped in blackness and I left my body. At first it seemed that I looked down at myself locked in an embrace with her before I found myself on that mountaintop again, exhilarated. I left the mountain and flew amongst shooting stars before falling back and reentering my body. When I once again could feel my body I felt strong rhythmic contractions in her 'yoni' as she came hard. 

All efforts at controlled breathing went out the window as we held each other and gasped for breath. We continued to hold each other until our breathing settled back to normal. Even then we remained in the position. My softened 'lingam' was still in her 'yoni' and we continued to hold each other while resting our heads together. She finally let me go and I flopped back, letting her go also. She fell onto her back for a moment before crawling around and nestling against me with her head on my shoulder, and we basked in the feelings we had just experienced.

I felt her head move and turned to look at her. "How was that?" she asked.

"It was everything you said it would be. Who would have thought of coming - twice! - without moving at all? That was unreal."

"I never expected that either. All I can say is that I felt something more intense than I ever did with Miley or any other man."

She reached up and massaged my chest again, and I did hers, this time concentrating on her perfect handful breasts and nipples. She worked her hand down my abdomen and massaged me back to life. I kissed her hard and thrust fingers inside her while tugging on a nipple. She whimpered with pleasure and worked on me.

Even after the enormous climax I had just experienced I couldn't stand to wait, and pushed her onto her back to enter her again. She thrust her hips up at me and I matched her so we slammed together. I alternated tonguing a breast and kissing her. She wrapped her legs around me as we came together. She moaned loudly and I have no idea what sounds I made. I didn't have much to ejaculate, but the climax was satisfying, and she came hard again. This time the act was very physical - almost the complete opposite of what we had done earlier

Once again I found myself pinning her hands down over her head and her fingers intertwined with mine until I rolled off and closed my eyes. "I don't know where that came from."

She kissed me and caressed my face. "This beats anything I've ever felt before. I don't think I've ever felt like I left my body before."

"You did too? That was...was...words can't describe it."

I glanced at the clock. "Holy mackerel, I had no idea it's gotten so late. That tantric thing took all afternoon. I'm ready to eat. How about you?"

"I'm hungry also. Shall we order in?"

I sat up. "You are my guest this weekend. We'll order in some other time. Tonight I'm going to make a meal for you."

"You cook? I don't cook much."

"It's hard cooking for one, but I like to make things and often freeze single portions for later consumption."

We got dressed and walked through the lobby on the way to my car. Chris' shift had ended at three, so there was a new face behind the check-in counter. I knew most of the staff through Chris, but this was a new one for me. I waved anyway as we went out the door to my car.

At the house I set about making the meal. I took a couple of chicken breasts from the refrigerator and pounded them thin. Paris watched with interest as I proceeded to bread and then quickly fry them.

"Is there anything I can do?"

"Over in that cabinet are a couple of bottles of wine. Select one and open it. The corkscrew is in the drawer underneath. And you can fill that pot over there with water."

I placed the chicken in a baking dish and covered it with sauce and cheese and put it in the oven, and put the water on to boil for pasta. She had found the wine glasses and already poured two. I opened a can of Italian green beans and poured the contents into a small pot. I added some pepper, garlic powder and just a bit of powdered bouillon.

"What's all that for?"

"It's a trick I learned when I worked in a summer camp kitchen in college. The bouillon makes the canned veggies taste fresher. It's hard by myself to always have fresh veggies, so I make do with frozen or cans in an emergency. Oh, and reach in the freezer. There is some Italian bread I'll stick in the oven with the chicken."

When the meat and bread came out and the pasta was ready I served up and we ate.

"What is this called?"

"My version of chicken parmesan."

"These green beans are good, too. They do taste fresh."

When we finished I let her help me clean up. I could tell she wasn't real familiar with the workings of a kitchen, but she caught on. "This drying pots and pans is sort of fun. I don't think I'd like to do it all the time, though."

We went in the den and sat on the sofa, with our wine glasses perched on the coffee table. I kissed her and she kissed back. We had conversation, just like real people do, interspersed with kissing and nuzzling.

I caught her glancing down the hall toward my bedroom and she grinned mischievously and undid the top button of her blouse. While I would have loved to continue the undressing and taking her to bed I stopped her and she looked at me quizzically. "Too soon for that here?"

"Up until recently I would say yeah, but after my talk with Miley in Atlanta I've started dating again. I haven't taken anyone in there yet, but am not set against it anymore. I might even do it on a first or second date if the situation was right. But..."

"But what?"

"I'd only do it if I felt there was at least a possibility of a relationship. It just doesn't feel right with you."

She thought a moment. "What's wrong with me?"

I rubbed my hands over my face. "I like you, Paris. I really do. If you weren't so..."

"Famous?"

"Yeah, famous, I'd really like to get to know you a lot better. When we met it was with the understanding that the weekend was to be all about sex. It was great with you, but I admit I've felt an attraction to you along the way. It's just that it can't go anywhere. We live in two entirely different worlds. I really like that our worlds have intersected, but I just don't see any possibility of long term..."

She put a finger to my lips. "Shh. I understand what you are saying. I'll tell you a secret. I felt an attraction to you almost as soon as we met. You treat me like a real woman. Just tonight you've cooked me dinner and we've talked about our lives and we've kissed on the sofa like we were twenty. Nobody has ever done that for me. Ever. I do understand what you are saying about long term prospects, though I'd like it if you lived in LA. Like I said last time, I could give you a job."

I had to laugh. "I can see the headlines now about lowly me screwing my boss. Although, right now I'd like to carry you into a bedroom and ravish you."

"Ooh, I think I'd like to be ravished," she laughed. Turning serious she added "Yeah. I understand what you are saying about being with me in LA. I guess I like you too much to put you through that nasty publicity. You'd be hounded by sleazy reporters just like I am."

I kissed her again. "Paris, I'm ready for dessert, how about you?"

"I know what I have in mind for dessert, what are you thinking of?"

I laughed "I'm thinking about that too, but how about we get something sweet to eat first?"

She had never been to a Sonic and was amused at the 'car hops' zipping around on roller skates. We shared a banana split. When it came I picked the cherry off the top of the whipped cream and offered it to her. She pushed my hand back towards me and mischievously said "I think a girl should let a guy pop her cherry. You eat it."

Laughing, I bit the red fruit and nibbled part of it, and gave it back to her. This time she accepted it with a grin. We fought over the strawberries and pineapple and used our spoons to steal ice cream from the other's end of the long dish. We fed each other ice cream. The years melted away.




Miley and Friends Ch. 04



On our way back to the hotel she put her hand on my arm. "That was fun. I never get to do anything like that. If I go somewhere and eat ice cream the photogs are all over me."

After I parked the car and opened the door for her I kissed her as she emerged and we held hands walking through the parking lot. We dropped our hands when we reached the lobby, but kissed and groped in the elevator. If anyone ever in my life had told me that one day I'd be groping Paris Hilton in an elevator I'd have laughed in their face. Yet, as improbable as it seemed, here we were.

In the suite she kicked off her shoes and threw her arms around me. "Ready for the rest of dessert?"

"You know, I like to savor dessert," I said as I unbuttoned her blouse and kissed between her breasts. She ran her fingers through my hair and kissed the top of my head. I slowly and deliberately unclasped her bra and kissed the flesh that was exposed when it was removed. She began on my shirt and I unfastened her skirt. When it dropped I cupped her bottom and played fingers over her thighs, never quite touching the dampening panties. 

She ripped my belt open and pushed my pants and underwear down. I danced away from her touch by going behind her and kissing her neck while I reached around and cupped her breasts. My erection teased her from behind and she tried to trap it between her thighs, but I kept far enough away so she couldn't quite do it.

I spun her around and kissed her navel and abdomen, kissing ever downward until I traced the waistband and leg bands of her panties with kisses. She grabbed my hair to push my face into her. I kept her from pressing me into her, but did kiss over the fabric of her panties, getting wetter by the moment.

"Damn it Doug. I want it. I want it now!"

"I'm savoring you, Paris. Don't you like to be savored?"

"I'm ready to be ravished!"

"One ravishing, coming up!"

I scooped her up and carried her to the bedroom, squealing with laughter and kicking her feet. I tossed her on the bed and threw myself on her, ripping her panties off. I squeezed breasts, pulled nipples, teased the clit out of hiding and kissed her neck. She squirmed under me as I shifted attention from one part of her body to another. I licked her nipples and nipped at them with my teeth while plunging fingers into her sopping vagina. I kissed down her body and nipped and tugged on her labia before sucking on her clit. The more I worked my fingers inside her the wetter she became. I continued until she shuddered with a climax, but only paused briefly before continuing.

She had several more climaxes before I entered her. She thrust her hips wildly and I slammed into her. She tried to control my touches and kisses, but I pinned her hands above her head once again and continued to torture her with pleasure. She thrashed about under me, eventually pulling her hands free, and I felt her fingernails sink into my back once again as she came with a mighty shuddering climax, punctuated with loud moans and whimpers. I erupted into her and thrust hard until I was spent.

I lay on top of her, both of us gasping for breath and glistening with sweat. She twined her fingers with mine and I kissed her. We stayed in that position for several minutes.

Before I rolled off I whispered "You know something, Paris? I like the way we fit together. It feels like me in you is a perfect fit."

"Yes! I've felt that, too! I like the way it feels to have you in me. I've never felt quite like that with another man. Of course, most of them pull out as soon as they come, so there isn't a real comparison. You're the first one I've had time to savor."

"Let me roll us over and let's enjoy this for a bit longer." I grasped her bottom and rolled us over so she was on top with us still joined. She laid her head on my shoulder and I stroked her hair.

"Mmm. I consider myself properly ravished. That's the best ravishing I've ever experienced."

She finally rolled off of me and snuggled up to me. "I feel so comfortable with you, Doug. I really do wish we could spend more time together."

"I do, too." Her hair felt soft as I let it trickle through my fingers. "I'm ready for another snack, how about you? Being with Miley has gotten me used to eating continually."

I ordered a cheese tray and champagne and pulled my pants on hastily. The room service girl was the one who brought food to us when Miley was there, and she recognized me. I had no choice but to give her another fifty for a tip.

"If we have room service many more times I'll have to hit the ATM downstairs."

Paris laughed. "I can take care of it."

"Like hell you will. Remember, this weekend is on me."

I uncorked the champagne and poured two flutes. As we nibbled cheese, and also each other, she ran her hands over my back. "I did it again, didn't I? Sorry. I can't seem to control myself."

"I didn't even notice it."

She sighed. "I promised to spend some time with Chris while I'm here. I'd rather stay with you."

"Chris is a good guy. I don't begrudge him having some time with you. I'd like last licks, though, before you go." I laughed "You can take that any way you want to."

"How about some licks right now? Not last licks, but something like middle licks."

We put our glasses down and started with sloppy kisses that began to roam over bodies. Off came my pants once again. We eventually worked our way into a sixty-nine with me on the bottom. She used her hands and mouth to tease my penis - stroking, licking, sucking. I spread her open with my fingers for my tongue to reach the warm moistness. I sucked and nibbled on her clit, nibbled on labia and tongued her vagina. She moved her hips so I would reach just where she wanted my tongue, lips and teeth to reach. Her readiness was indicated by wetness dripping into my mouth, and I coaxed more and more of it out of her.

When she was about to climax she momentarily stopped working on me, instead concentrating on what I was doing to her. She pushed her knees back so her vulva smashed against my face. I tried to use my fingers, but my tongue was mostly all that I could manage. A few licks and sucks on her clit caused her to squeeze my head between her thighs as she moaned and wiggled in ecstasy. I could feel her vagina pulsing with my tongue. 

She paused for breath and then resumed working on me. When she took me shallow she twisted her hands around me and tugged. When she took me deeper she sucked and massaged with her tongue. I tensed for an ejaculation, and she pulled me halfway out to lick and suck the tip until I filled her mouth. In the position she was in with her head hanging down she couldn't swallow as efficiently, and some dribbled out of the sides of her mouth. She kept sucking and licking until I was dry and then licked where my semen had dripped off of her chin onto my body, cleaning it from my abdomen and pubic hair.

She turned and snuggled against me. "That was pretty good licks, I'd say."

"Superb as far as both ends of me is concerned, both the giving and the getting. I like the way you taste, Paris."

"Mmm. I like you, too. I think Miley is missing something. When she takes it all right down her throat she is missing the taste."

She nestled against me with her head in the crook of my shoulder and I draped an arm over her. That was the position we fell asleep in.

I awoke to the sounds of rain beating against the balcony window and the sensation of Paris gently playing with me, tracing veins and swirling a fingertip around the head. I took a finger and traced around a breast, spiraling upward to the rosy tip, tracing the dark skin and skimming over a nipple, causing it to harden.

She swung a leg over me and momentarily straddled my chest. I opened my eyes and surveyed the sight before me. She smiled and slid down my body until she was astride my thighs. She grasped me and aimed me into her vulva. Instead of moving up so I would enter her vagina she held me and rubbed the tip between her labia, from bottom to top, ending with a stroke on her clit. Time and again I watched as my penis almost disappeared only to reemerge with a flick on her clit. This was exciting stuff. It was for her too, judging by her wetness.

At last she settled onto my shaft and stretched her body out on top of mine. She rocked her hips gently a few times and stopped. With her eyes closed she worked on my penis with her vaginal muscles. Further rocking apparently stimulated her clit, and she alternated rocking and squeezing. At one point she squeezed and held still. "I can feel you inside me. I can feel you throb. I can feel your pulse in your cock."

She kissed me and began rocking again, with increasing tempo. When I felt the contractions of her climax I erupted also.

Afterward she continued to lie on top of me. "I like feeling you inside. I wish we could stay like this."

I wrapped my arms around her and held her.

Our reverie was broken by her phone. "Let it go," I said.

"I'd better get it. No one would be calling at this hour if it weren't important."

She grabbed the phone. In order not to intrude I headed for the bathroom. I could still hear her end of the conversation.

"What do you mean?...I stopped off along the way to see a friend...What?...How?...Are you sure?...Shit...No, it's a friend...I'll be in New York tomorrow...Fuck...I'll handle it...I don't know how, I just will...Yeah, yeah, yeah." 

She threw the phone down onto the bed and fumed, pacing the floor with her arms crossed across her chest as I emerged from the bathroom. "We've been discovered."

"Huh?"

"We've been seen together. I've been recognized."

"And the problem is...?"

"You don't understand. There are a couple of photos circulating. Probably taken sometime last night. Sounds like it was when we came back here after dinner. There's one of us holding hands and one of us kissing in the parking lot. Shit."

"Just where are these pictures circulating?"

"Right now on the gossip blogs and early shows. Later they'll turn up in the Star or the Enquirer. Captions are something like 'Paris seen with mystery man!' 'Is this a new romance?' Shit, Doug. I'm sorry. I tried to not drag you into this shit. Fuck!"

I rubbed my chin. "So, what's next? Where do we go from here?"

"Fuck, I don't know. We can't go out, that's for sure. God knows how many of the vultures will be circling outside."

I headed towards the window to peer out from behind the curtains. "Stop! They're looking for movement of curtains just like you are about to do. That's a trick they use to try and find what room we're in."

The room phone startled us. I picked it up to answer. Before I could say anything I heard Chris say in a low voice "Some guys have been asking around about you and Paris. As far as I know they didn't get any information from us here at the hotel. I just wanted to let you know that I'll see to it that they won't get your room number from any of the staff. We pride ourselves on being discrete."

"Thanks, Chris."

I explained the call to Paris as she continued to pace the room. When it seemed things couldn't get any worse my phone rang. The number was one I didn't immediately recognize yet seemed vaguely familiar, although there was no caller ID. I was startled to hear Miley's voice. "Miss me? Guess what? I just made an unscheduled stop and am heading toward the hotel where we met. Meet me there in about thirty minutes." 

I was stunned. Miley noticed my hesitation. "Uh, oh. Bad timing? Got someone with you?"

"Uh, Miley? We have a...situation...here. I'm already at the hotel. Paris is here."

"Oh goody! More fun!"

"Maybe not. Paris has been recognized and there are photographers staking out the hotel. We've been seen together and photos are circulating."

"Bummer. Let me think...okay, how about this? I got a baseball hat in the airport since it's raining and I don't have an umbrella. I'll just slap it on and leave some hair sticking out the sides. Maybe chew some gum. I've got a new coat nobody has seen yet. Or, is there any way Chris can get me in maybe through the kitchen or something? I could sneak up to you from there. Ooh, cloak and dagger stuff! Just like a spy or something."

"I'm sure Chris can arrange that. Jeez, this is getting more and more complicated."

"Be there in a few. This is exciting!"

When we hung up I rubbed my forehead as I explained things to Paris. She was horrified. "Now there will be another one to stake out for! Shit, shit, shit!"

"There's not anything we can do about it now except to roll with it."

"Fuck! Do you realize what this will do to you? You'll be hounded. Your life won't be the same again."

"My life already hasn't been the same since I met you and Miley. What the hell. Maybe I can use a little more excitement in my life. Let me call Chris and see what he can arrange."

In a few minutes my phone rang again. Since I recognized Miley's number this time I put it on speaker. "I just did a little research on my phone and found those pictures making their way through the gossip pipeline. You two need to keep your hands off of each other. Get a room! Oh, wait. You have a room already," she laughed. "Chris is meeting me and believes he can get me up to your room without notice from the photogs. We'll see. Almost there."

About twenty minutes later there was a knock on the door and a voice sounding strangely like Miley said "Housekeeping!"

I peered out to see Miley in a housekeeper uniform. When I opened the door she threw herself into the room, doubled over with laughter. "Isn't this rich? Chris and I walked right past those guys - there are three of them - in the lobby and they didn't even give us a second look! Just goes to show that the way to be invisible is to look like the help. Oh, by the way, Chris will be here after three when his shift ends. Since it's been raining the vultures have been inside watching the bar and restaurant and elevators to see if anyone interesting shows up or if room service starts sending things up. A tactic they use is to follow the cart to try and find out the room it's going to. Chris talked to the kitchen staff and they have a way to send carts up a second service elevator that can't be seen from the lobby area. Ooh. I like this secret stuff. It makes everything feel so illicit. That is rather erotic in a way. Maybe we should just go with that."

Paris and I watched her as she removed her housekeeper's uniform down to her underwear. The clothes she had worn to travel in were in a hotel laundry bag she carried.

"Is that all you brought, Miley? The clothes on your back? You usually have several suitcases."

"This was a spur of the moment stop. I had been singing at a gala in Miami and was on my way to New York to be on some talk shows. Since I was on a private plane, a nice Gulfstream, I asked the pilot to land here to drop me off. He was reluctant to change his flight plan, but I used a little shall we say, persuasion. He's gone on to New York and will deliver my luggage."

Paris asked "You're going to New York, too? So am I! I also made a detour to here. What a coincidence."

"Life works that way sometimes, doesn't it? We'll have to get together some time and have some fun in the Big Apple. Meanwhile, what can we do here?"

I volunteered "Anything but sword fights. I'm done with that."

Miley wrinkled her nose. "Oh, pooh. What a spoilsport. I have a new strategy to beat Pairs. New York, Paris. You're going down in flames in New York. I know some guys there who know how to play the game and like the rewards enough to participate."

"Bring them on you little slut. I'll beat you and whoever you get as a partner."

Miley crooked a finger at me. "Come here, Doug. You've spent enough time with Miss Prissy over there. It's time to get this party rolling!"

I was saved by a knock on the door and room service wheeled in a cart with lunch. Fortunately I had my pants on. I tipped the girl another fifty and she went away happy. Happy and, I hoped, ready to keep secret the room some guys in the lobby were looking for. I hoped the photogs wouldn't think of trying to top a fifty dollar tip.

Paris and I were hungry because we hadn't eaten any breakfast. Of course, Miley was always hungry. 

After lunch Miley removed her underwear and turned to me. "See anything you like?" She turned to face Paris, who had never managed to get dressed since our morning 'exercise.' "What about you, girl? You want a piece of this?"

Paris laughed at Miley's forwardness, but Miley put her hands on her hips. "I mean it, girl. This whole sneaky thing is rather stimulating to me. By the way, you are looking mighty good with the glow of sex. Doug, have you been ravishing poor Paris?"

Paris and I both nearly fell over laughing. Miley frowned. "What? What's so funny?"

"Inside joke, Miley. There may or may not have been ravishing taking place in this room."

"Oh, so you HAVE been ravished! I believe I'll save Doug for when Chris joins us. I believe a bit of girl time is in order, Paris. I haven't been with Cynthia in ages. How about you take up the slack and we play a bit?"

Paris looked hesitantly at me, and I said "Hey, if you two need some time together it's fine with me. Paris has nearly worn me out already. I'm not twenty-one like Chris."

"I've worn YOU out? What about me? I could hardly walk after last night and this morning."

I knew she was just feeding my ego, but was sort of curious what they would do together. Last time was a real treat to watch.

"I'll tell you what, Paris. It's time for a good fuck for both of us. God I'm horney!" Miley moved towards Paris and slapped her butt.

"What's that for?"

"Last time I said we'd have a spanking contest. I'm going to whip your ass and have you begging."

"The fuck you are!" Paris reached around Miley and slapped her ass. The two of them maneuvered around the room slapping and trying not to be slapped. After what I saw last time I decided Paris would probably win this one, too, and settled onto one of the beds to watch.

I could tell from the sounds that the slaps were getting harder, and the two of them started breathing heavily from the effort. Paris made a quick move and got in a couple of hard ones. Miley recovered and feinted left but moved right, landing a good loud one. Paris retreated, backpedaling. When she stepped on a shoe lying next to the bed she lost her balance. As she tumbled backwards onto the bed Miley made a quick move to flip Paris so she landed on her stomach. Miley jumped onto the bed and straddled Paris, facing her legs, holding her down and pinning Paris' arms with her legs. Miley commenced to smack Paris time and again, sometimes from the side and sometimes from directly above. She went almost into a frenzy flailing both hands on Paris' unprotected butt. Paris' butt cheeks got redder and redder, but Miley kept slapping away.

"How's that, you little whore. Do you like it?"

"Fuck you, Miley! Let me up!"

"Not a chance. I'm going to make you beg." Miley kept up her assault on Paris until Paris cried out. "Okay! Stop! I surrender!"

"You're not begging, whore."

I saw that Miley's hands had turned almost as red as Paris' bottom, and began to cringe at each blow. 

"Geez, Miley. Let up. You're hurting her."

"Not until she begs."

"Please stop! Please!"

"Not good enough. I want you to beg for what you really want." After several more sharp smacks she paused. "Do you want it, Paris?"

"Yes! Yes! I want it!"

Another smack. "What do you want, whore?"

"I want you to fuck me."

"Beg, Paris!"

Paris began to writhe in pain. "Please do! Fuck me, fuck me good."

"Who do you want to fuck you? Chris? Doug?"

"You! I want you to fuck me! Please! Do it now! I'm begging."

Miley leaned over and thrust two fingers into Paris. "Like this?"




Miley and Friends Ch. 04



"More! Do more!"

Miley jumped down onto the floor and spread Paris' legs so she could thrust her fingers in and out rapidly. "Are you hot, whore?"

"Yes! I'm burning up! Fuck me!"

Miley worked her fingers in and out rapidly and reached around to grab Paris' clit. She pinched and tugged hard. "This is for what you did to me last time, whore. How do you like it?"

Paris practically wailed. "Just fuck me!"

Miley withdrew her fingers but continued to abuse the clit. "Please fuck me! I need it! I want it!"

Fingers were reinserted and began a slow motion in and out, gradually building speed until her hand was practically a blur. Paris gasped and writhed in a climax. Miley stopped until Paris began to subside and then rammed her fingers back in and worked them fast and furious and pinched the clit until Paris had a second climax. Miley flipped Paris over onto her back and shifted from clit to breast, pinching, twisting and pulling on a nipple while continuing to use her fingers inside until Paris had a third. After each one Miley paused briefly and then started again, sometimes using her teeth on Paris' nipples. I lost count as the climaxes came so fast. Miley rammed her fingers in and out until Paris cried out "YES! YES!" and her body convulsed almost violently until she was completely spent and covered with sweat.

Miley withdrew her fingers and held them to Paris' mouth. "Lick them. Suck them clean." Paris sucked Miley's fingers. Miley then ran her fingers into herself. I had noticed Miley's pussy glistening during the excitement. Miley wet her fingers from her own vagina and fed them to Paris to suck. 

I couldn't stand it anymore, so approached Miley from the rear and entered her well-lubricated vagina. As I began to thrust she turned her head to look over her shoulder. "Give it to me, Doug. I'm so hot!"

With each thrust Miley grunted. I knew I was too excited to last, so I withdrew and thrust fingers into her. I rubbed her clit hard with a hand for a while then shifted to a breast where I massaged and teased a nipple. The thumb of the hand inside her pressed on her clit and I worked on it from both the inside and outside until she was almost there. I re-entered her and thrust hard and fast. 

"Suck my tit, whore!" 

Miley leaned closer to Paris and she grabbed Miley's breast and sucked hard on a nipple while kneading the other breast. Miley opened her mouth to scream, but Paris let go of the breasts and pulled Miley's mouth down for a hard kiss and the scream was muffled by Paris' mouth. The gush of wetness and pulsing of her vagina sent me over and I emptied into her. 

Miley collapsed on top of Paris, breast to breast, and I watched as tongues darted and played during their kissing. I remained bent over Miley's back. Paris stroked Miley's hair and Miley caressed Paris' cheek for a moment. Paris turned her head and Miley laid her head so her cheek was on Paris'.

I rolled off to ease the weight on Paris, on the bottom of the pile, and stroked the hair of each.

Miley sat up. "So, whore, I beat you this time. I hope the fucking was as good as you gave me last time.'

"The fuck was great, but you didn't have to hit so hard."

"Yes I did. That's what got you your multiple orgasms."

"I still hurt."

I rolled Paris over and we looked at her red butt. Miley caressed it while I fetched a glass with ice in it, and held it against her inflamed skin. 

There was a knock on the door and Chris let himself in with a room key he had made for himself. "Did I miss the party?"

Miley grinned. "Just getting started."

He stopped short near the bed and whistled. "Wow. Somebody got a beating."

Miley winked at him and reached a cube of ice from the glass I was holding against Paris. She rolled Paris over and rubbed the ice over her breasts, paying special attention to the nipples. The cube slid down to rest in a navel for a moment before sliding downward. "Open your legs, whore."

Paris spread her legs and Miley rubbed the cube between the labia and then shoved it inside with a sudden motion, bringing a cry from Paris. "Here you go, Chris. Melt that."

Chris quickly stripped. He slid in easily since was already hard and she was already very wet. "Damn, that's cold in there."

Miley laughed. "Maybe it will slow you down."

Chris toyed with Paris' breasts as he thrust in an increasing tempo. Paris quickly built to another climax and wrapped her legs around him. The shuddering of her body brought him to his own and he rammed hard into her with each spurt until he was dry.

"Clean him up, whore." Chris crawled onto the bed and Paris sucked and licked him clean.

I shook my head. "This has been the hottest thing I have ever seen. Could you really feel the ice cube in her, Chris?"

"Yeah, there was some cold water or something in there, but it warmed up pretty quick. I've never heard of anything like that before."

Paris rolled over and rubbed her behind. The three of us joined her and took turns rubbing the icy glass over her skin.

Miley took Chris' hand and guided it between her own legs. He knew what to do from there. Before long Miley was on her back and Chris was in her, using a slow rhythm. He shifted his attention to her nipples and she began to work her hips against him.

I stood next to the bed. Paris stretched out her arms toward me, and I entered her. She rolled us over so she was on top and lay still on top of me. I felt little shudders deep inside her as she had a series of small climaxes. There was no need to thrust. Her vaginal muscles were stimulation enough. After several more small shudders she began to breathe more heavily and went rigid in a decent climax. The internal action on me drove me to another one myself. I gasped and eventually regained control of myself. 

Miley and Chris had finished and watched us. Chris asked "Did they both just come without moving? How is that possible?"

"Tantra, Chris," I whispered.

"Tan-what?"

"We'll explain later. Leave us be for a few minutes, okay?"

Miley and Chris disappeared into the sitting area and resumed their playing. Paris had several more small orgasms that kept me from going soft. I kissed her neck and rolled off. She rubbed her hand over my chest.

We sat up, kissed and got up to check on Chris and Miley, finding them in a tangle of limbs on the sofa.

Miley ran her hand through her hair. "This is what I've been looking forward to. That was a great fuck, Chris." She looked pensively at me and then back at Chris. "Hmm. A little while ago Doug said he took longer to recover because he wasn't twenty-one like you. Let's put it to the test."

Chris wrinkled his brow. "Put what to the test?"

"Your recovery time. Stand in front of the sofa." He unfolded himself from her legs and stood. She sat up. "I think I'll have a little fun with you, Chris."

"Didn't we just have fun?"

"Yeah, but this will be different fun. I'm trying an experiment."

"I'm not sure I want to be part of an experiment. It might end up like swords."

"I think you'll like it, especially since you weren't able to participate yesterday. You've got to make up for lost time." She lifted him in her hand. "Not bad. Not too soft. That's a good start."

"Huh?"

Miley looked at Paris and me. "You kids run along and play by yourselves. I have the situation here well in hand, so to speak."

Paris and I sat on the second sofa and nuzzled. I caressed a breast and she sighed. She kissed my nipples.

Every once in awhile I glanced over at Chris and Miley. She had taken him in her mouth and was treating him to one of her patented oral experiences. Chris had his eyes closed and his head back. He eventually reached a hand down to squeeze a breast.

I had experienced Miley several times, but never know what it looked like when she did it. It was fascinating to watch her tongue flick out to stroke and swirl, then take him all the way in, her cheeks pooching in when she sucked.

Paris and I gently stroked and kissed. I held her head for a kiss and she wrapped her arms around my neck. 

A series of grunts from Chris caught our attention. He gripped Miley's shoulders as her head bobbed, periodically thrusting her head forward hard to take him deep. She pulled back until he was almost out and used her hands to pump his shaft and cradle his sac. Chris' eyes flew open as he neared climax and she swiftly and smoothly slid him down her throat just as he erupted. I watched her swallow several times, but she kept him all the way in until he was finished, and then pulled her head back slowly while sucking hard to draw out the last drops. Chris fell to his knees and she cradled his head in her lap.

Paris and I resumed our 'soft' session of kisses and gentle touches. She ran her fingers through my hair. "I like the way you treat me, Doug. I feel like a real woman with you. To most men I'm nothing but a pussy and tits. They don't kiss me except sexually. They don't touch me in non-sexual ways like you do, and that makes me want to be with you sexually, too. I know you can't come stay with me, but I'd like to continue to see you sometimes. I hope it all hasn't been ruined by those stupid photographers."

"Hey, you two over there. Stop the kissy face and let's get something to eat. What's good on room service, Chris?"

Chris recited the popular choices, assembled an order and phoned it in. Once again I put on my pants and accepted the order, handing out another fifty tip.

After we ate and consumed a couple of bottles of wine Miley and Paris excused themselves to the bathroom for a consultation.

When they emerged Miley announced "We've noticed how you guys like to watch us go at it together. I know we got a bit rough this afternoon, but I had to pay back Paris for Atlanta. Now we're all even Steven, and we've decided to put on a show for you before we settle in for the night. I know Chris has to be at the desk at seven, so we can't keep him up too late. He needs his beauty rest."

Chris snorted a laugh.

Paris added "We'll use the bed in that other bedroom this time. You two are welcome to gather around and on chairs or whatever for a better view. It's open seating for the audience. Suit yourselves. Doug, help us get started by opening that bottle of champagne in the ice bucket. Pour two glasses for yourselves. We'll take the bottle for a bit, then you can finish it when we're done."

Chris and I exchanged a questioning glance as I popped the cork and poured two glasses. We decided to pull chairs up near the bed, to give us the flexibility of movement for a better view. Miley grabbed a handful of towels and laid them on the bed. The two of them sat cross-legged on the towels and began to kiss - real kisses with lots of tongue - and fondle breasts.

Paris pushed Miley over onto her back and stroked her body with long sensuous strokes, teasing nipples, navel and vulva. She grabbed the champagne bottle and poured some onto Miley's chest, splashing some into the navel and sprinkling some down below. She then bent and proceeded to lick the wine from Miley' skin. Long licks. Sucking the puddle in the navel. Licking the wet lower lips. Kissing Miley on the mouth between licks. Miley spread her legs and Paris licked the wine that had dribbled between the labia and Miley moaned with pleasure.

When Miley was clean Paris stretched out and Miley repeated the procedure on her. Miley held onto the bottle and licked the wine from Paris' skin as she splashed it on. Paris shivered when Miley dribbled some directly on her nipples and cleaned it off with her tongue.

Miley handed the bottle to Chris as she began to lick Paris from crotch to head, and ended with long, sensuous kisses. The pair turned on their sides, facing each other and stroked breasts while they kissed. The kisses became more and more passionate while fingers explored each other, teasing and probing.

Each of them parted their legs to offer the other clear access to their treasures. Paris drew up her knees, put her feet together and opened her knees flat on the bed, opening herself wide. Miley straddled Paris' hips and began to rub her pussy against Paris' mound. I was sitting in just the right place to see it all. Miley ground herself hard against Paris and then eased off to allow Paris to use fingers to tease the clit jewelry. They massaged each other's breasts and Paris lifted her hips to increase the pressure of their grinding.

I have no idea how long they kept at it. All I know is that Paris began to moan, barely audible at first but increasing in volume. Her moan turned into some sort of wailing sound as she neared climax. Miley grunted as she began to peak. The tempo of the pussy rubbing increased until they were almost in a frenzy. I could see their pussies glistening with moisture. Miley gathered herself for a scream, but Paris threw a hand up in her face to stifle it. The two of them reached a peak of frenzy and held it until Miley fell over onto Paris and they lay together, chest to chest, breathing heavily. Paris caressed Miley's cheek and Miley stroked Paris' hair for a moment. Paris turned her head and Miley laid her cheek against Paris'.

Chris and I looked at each other and I made a motion as if I was loosening my collar. Chris grinned and nodded. "Hot!" he said.

Chris crawled onto the bed behind Miley and wrapped his arms around her. I did the same with Paris, and the two girls responded with pleasure.

In a few minutes we sat up. Miley reached for the champagne bottle and took a swig. We passed the bottle around until it was finished.

Miley announced "I'm sticky from that champagne, although you did a great job of licking it off, Paris. We should do that again sometime. Maybe I can do it with Cynthia, too. However, right now I need a shower. I've got dibs on Doug tonight, so how about you help me 'wash', Douggie?"

I followed Miley into nearby bathroom. Paris and Chris headed for the other one. Miley looked thoughtful. "Hmm. Bath or shower? What do you prefer?"

"Ordinarily I'd say shower, but I know you have some activity planned and these showers are kind of small for that, so let's try a bath."

"Works for me."

She began to fill the tub and gathered together soap and washcloths. I cut the water off before it got too deep and ended up sloshed all over the floor.

The tub was a bit snug for two, but we had made it work earlier for the shaving episode. We laughed as we sat facing each other with our knees sticking up out of the water. She handed me a washcloth and I began to wash her. She turned so I would reach where she wanted me to. Eventually I abandoned the washcloth and just used my hands to soap up her breasts and rub the surface of her vulva under the water. That seemed to be the point here, after all. She ran soapy hands over me and soaped my hardness well. 

We rinsed each other off and began to tease each other to excitement. She aimed me between her legs and I scooted forward so she could guide me in. We laughed as the water sloshed as we thrust against each other while kissing. Her tongue could almost go down my throat. 

After witnessing Miley and Paris together I was primed, and she knew it. She squeezed me inside her as I squeezed her breasts and jiggled her clit jewelry. Water sloshed everywhere as we both climaxed. Her pulses were met with my own. Her scream was muffled by our kiss with her tongue down my throat.

When we were finished we stayed joined with our heads resting together and arms around each other, breathing heavily.

We dried off and strolled out to find a snack before heading to bed.

Once in bed she asked "Want to do me in the ass?

"Umm. Not my thing. I prefer a nice, warm pussy."

"Did you like it when I did your ass?"

"I can't say the idea was a favorite, but the result was...interesting."

"Well, let's go that way, then. Come here and explore my nice, warm pussy. I do like it in the ass once in awhile, but pussy exploration is fun, too."

We laughed at first as I began to 'explore', but it turned more serious as she get more and more turned on. I was hard again, but knew another ejaculation was not likely to happen. That didn't matter to her. We teased, tickled and explored with fingers and lips. She pulled me to her and into her and we began a rhythmic dance. I felt her tighten around me and, just before she came, she interrupted stroking my sac to insert a finger into me. As she climaxed she pressed on a spot inside and I felt, incredibly, a climax also. It was completely dry, but the sensation was definitely there. There was always something new with Miley.

We turned on our sides in a 'spoon' and fell asleep.

When I awoke I realized Miley was playing with my morning erection. "Hey, sleepyhead. I need an eye opener to get me started. Care to participate?"

I kneaded a breast and rubbed a hand lightly over the smooth vulva. "Oh yeah, I like the way you participate. A nice, easy start. Now get serious."

I had an idea what she was looking for, and began to use my tongue on a nipple while a finger began some pussy exploration. My kisses worked their way down from a breast to her navel and then lower. She readily threw her knees apart for me to kiss her 'lower lips'. While she was already wet I felt more and more coat my tongue as it darted in and out of her vagina and teased her clit jewelry. She pressed my head hard against her and I reached up to add more breast massage and nipple tweaking. She began to buck and thrash, and I found myself having to swallow as she neared orgasm. Her head whipped side to side and a loud moan turned even louder until she yelled out nonsense syllables. I felt her shudder and then subside.

She pulled my hair until I came up so we could kiss. "Mmm. I like the taste of me almost as much as I like the taste of you. But you know what? My eyes aren't completely open yet. How about we work on that?"

She went down on me and sucked me until I thought she would take me all the way, but she stopped. "Not before me, you don't."

She rolled on her back and spread her legs invitingly. This time I entered her and began rhythmic thrusting. I think she knew how close I was and altered her response accordingly. She took me as deep as possible but stopped thrusting opposite me. She moved her hips so I stayed firmly deep inside and my body rubbed against her clit. The result was that she got more excited while keeping me static. I used one hand on a breast and the other to stroke her hair and caress a cheek.

She wrapped her legs around me to help hold me in place as she began to writhe under me. She wrapped her arms around me and bucked hard. I had no choice but to move inside the moist warmth and tightness as she approached another orgasm. Just as I spewed into her she rolled us over and began to pump furiously up and down until she gripped me in ecstasy. She came several times and made a patented Miley scream until she collapsed onto my chest.

She rolled off and ran a hand over my chest. "Now that was an eye opener. I'm ready for breakfast."

I had to laugh. Two things you could count on with Miley - screaming orgasms and perpetual hunger. The second was probably related to the first, I thought.

I pulled on my pants to greet the inevitable room service girl, but Miley just bounded out of bed naked.

We found Paris coming out of her bedroom. "Chris had to be downstairs at seven so we had a quickie this morning before he left. I hear you didn't have a quickie."

"Sorry about the quickie Par. How was last night?"

"Chris is a real athlete, so last night was great." She shot me a glance that said 'I'd rather have had you.'

We had a nice buffet brought up to us so we all had something we liked. Miley had a stack of pancakes which she drowned in syrup. Paris stuck to bacon and eggs with toast. I had a ham and cheese omelet. We must have downed a gallon of coffee.




Miley and Friends Ch. 05



The last chapter left off with Miley hinting at some sort of meeting in Paris, France. Here she plans a week in Paris for Chris and me and surprises us by inviting two of her "Disney Princess" friends. Selena Gomez and Vanessa Hudgens don't know what to make of the situation but get caught up in it. Also, no story about a week in Paris, France wouldn't be complete without also being in Paris...Hilton. The next several chapters will follow the progress of the weekend. 

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Chris, his father Tom, and I joked during our sports-watching Saturday's about being invited to France for a week. In a way Tom was a bit jealous that his son was actually mingling with well known women, even if he thought the females were a bit old for Chris, and a bit young for me. Several times he shook his head in bewilderment at how Miley Cyrus and Paris Hilton had not only come to us, but that they were willing to apparently continue meeting. I think he sort of wished he wasn't married so he could join in, but his wife Susan adapted to the situation by listening to Chris' experiences and taking an increased interest in sex herself. Whenever I talked to her alone she thanked me for lighting a fire under Tom so they would try new things. Since Chris and I were involved with our new partners, Susan and Tom took some time off for a change of scenery themselves with weekends at romantic destinations. Tom began to beg off on our sports watching Saturday's so he could spend time with his wife.

While Chris and I secretly hoped Miley was true to her word we knew that it couldn't last. If we never saw her or Paris again...well, we had a blast while it lasted. My single life began to take on new meaning and I dated with greater frequency. I even got over the 'bedroom phobia' I had told Paris about, and had entertained several weekend guests, although nothing had clicked with any of them for me yet.

Just to be ready IF it happened, I made sure my passport was valid and Chris applied for his. About the middle of February I found a text on my phone from Miley. She was really going to do it if Chris and I could arrange for a week off in the middle of April. I had so much vacation time built up that it was easy for me, but Chris had to do a lot of finagling and swapping around time off at the hotel. He finally was able to cobble together a solid week including both weekends.

In early April Chris and I each received a FedEx mailing with first class tickets on a flight to London, the only overseas destination to fly from our local airport. There was also an address for a Hotel in London where we would apparently stay for two days, although there were no further details.

On the appointed Friday we settled into our first class seats for the flight. Neither one of us had ever ordered from a menu on a flight before, so it was a treat. The completely reclining seats that turned into beds were welcome on the overnight flight.

Upon landing we took a cab to the hotel, where we found reservations already paid for. The rest of the day was ours to spend in London. Once we figured out the underground we found we could get anywhere we wanted. Of course, we had to get some cheesy souvenirs to take home. The next day, Sunday we received a message to go to St. Pancras Station and board the Eurostar for Paris. There were tickets in our names at the desk along with the name of a hotel in Paris where we were to stay. We found ourselves in a well appointed train car, and stowed our small carry-on luggage bags under our seats.

The train quickly filled up as passengers continued to board, and we did a bit of 'people watching', trying to guess the nationalities of the passengers who passed by our seats.

The car we were in had many seats facing forward and several sets of seats arranged facing each other. We had two of those seats. Just before the train was scheduled to leave two rather attractive young ladies checked their tickets and plopped down on the seats facing us. They also stuffed some baggage under the seats, but Chris helped them lift a couple of larger ones into the overhead rack.

As the train pulled out of the station we introduced ourselves and found the two of them were also Americans, and told us they were from Florida and California. One introduced herself as Hope and the other was named Summer. They were spending a vacation week in an apartment in Paris, but seemed reluctant to give us the address, so we figured they were probably meeting boyfriends.

There was almost no sensation of speed as the train glided noiselessly along the rails. The girls peered out the window, craning their necks to see ahead, as they were in the backward-facing seats. I offered to switch with them so they could have a better view, and we all switched. 

As we entered the Chunnel we were plunged into night, with lights flashing by. On the French side we picked up speed and flew smoothly across the countryside. There was a brief stop for those switching to Brussels and then we were on to Paris. Upon disembarking we took a cab to a Hotel Mercure. Again our rooms were pre-paid. When we checked in Chris discovered Mercure is a chain and likened it to a good mid-level hotel in the US, sort of like a Holiday Inn - something between a Motel 8 and a Hilton.

There were no messages for us at the desk, so we spent the rest of the day sightseeing. Not knowing what we would be doing during the week we hit a few high spots - Eiffel Tower, Notre Dame, and such. We enjoyed the street food and found the Metro system navigable, with clear maps showing all the lines and transfer points, so the foreign language wasn't a deterrent. Most of the shopkeepers spoke at least a little English, and everyone greeted customers with a cheery "Bon jour!"

The staff at the hotel desk recommended a nearby restaurant frequented by locals for dinner. When we didn't understand the menu the staff did their best to explain. A nice bottle of wine complimented the meal.

MONDAY

After the free breakfast buffet at the hotel we returned to the room to find a message giving us an address where we were to move next. 

Riding in the cab Chris and I looked at each other. He said "Do you get the feeling we are pawns in a chess game or something?"

"I have no idea what the purpose of all this moving about is, but I guess we'll find out soon enough. Hey, even if we don't see Miley we are getting a free trip to Europe!"

Down a narrow side street the cab let us out in an older residential area. Not posh, but certainly not a slum. Inside the building we found an elevator to the top floor and stepped out into a carpeted hallway. There seemed to be maybe four apartments on the floor, judging by the number of doors.

At the designated apartment Chris knocked on the door three times, then two times then one time. When no one answered he looked at our instructions and tried the sequence once again. "This is just like Miley," he grumbled. "She likes cloak and dagger secret stuff."

This time we heard a female voice inside, talking to someone else. "That's the signal, but it's not supposed to be for another hour."

We heard a faint reply "Well answer it anyway."

There was the click of a lock and the door opened. Three of us stood slackjawed. We were looking at Hope in her bathrobe with her hair in curlers. She was obviously just as astounded to see us.

The voice from another room said "Who is it?" and Summer, clad in her underwear, appeared around the corner, stopping dead in her tracks. She quickly ducked back around the corner and peered around at us.

"Uh, we were expecting someone else."

Finally it dawned on me to say "Miley Cyrus, perhaps?"

"Yeah, how did you know? We're not ready. Give us fifteen minutes. Please have a seat."

When we entered Hope gasped "OMG they have luggage. They're here to stay!"

I said "It appears you two are as much in the dark about this as we are. We've been moving from place to place following instructions from Miley."

"Well that puts a different spin on the week. We thought Miley was going to meet us and all this secret stuff was because she thought we might be recognized."

The two of them scurried into a bedroom while Chris and I checked out the rather spacious living room, quite tastefully furnished.

Soon the girls reappeared, Summer in a casual short dress, and Hope in shorts and tee shirt.

They plopped down on a sofa and the four of us tried to make some sense of the situation.

Hope asked "So you two really know Miley? You don't look like fans or California boyfriends. You are both so different from her and Doug is older."

"We really are from North Carolina, as we told you on the train. We met Miley when she made a tour stop and we helped her out of a jam of sorts. We've met up with her several more times, once in Atlanta and once back home when she actually came looking for us. And you know her how?"

The two girls looked at each other and then at us. "Professionally. Well," said Hope, "I guess if you know Miley you might as well know our real names. I'm really Vanessa Hudgens and this is Selena Gomez."

Chris clapped his hands. "That's where I've seen you, on a Selena music video. I'll be damned."

I said "Our understanding was that we were to meet Miley here in Paris and she was going to bring a couple of friends. That must be you."

Selena said "And she told us we would meet someone exciting in Paris. Are you two exciting? No offence, but you look sort of...ordinary."

I laughed. "That depends on who you ask. Miley might find us exciting enough."

Chris slapped me on the back with a grin and said "And Paris Hilton definitely finds this guy exciting."

The girls looked dumbfounded. "You know Paris, too?"

"Really. We're just ordinary guys caught up in Miley's world. I don't understand what's going on here, though. Miley implied that she was setting up a week of...fun. That's fun in the Miley sense. We were told we'd be staying here and expected to meet her here."

Selena looked dubious, but Vanessa tried to make sense of it. "Let's get this straight. Miley sent us here. She sent you here. She obviously set us up to meet on the train but not divulge our identities. Why?"

I asked "Did she leave any clues around the apartment?"

"Not that we've found. Of course we haven't been looking for anything, either."

Chris suggested that we all take a tour around and see if anything out of the ordinary popped up.

The apartment had two bedrooms: the two girls shared the one with two queen beds. The other had one king bed and seemed to be a bit nicer. Poking around, we found evidence that Paris Hilton stayed there - a few photos and some personal items, including some 'Paris' perfume. Both bedrooms had plush carpeting.

The kitchen would be considered small by luxury standards back home but contained all the conveniences, including a huge refrigerator that was well stocked with fresh food, and a large pantry. 

The large living room had even thicker carpet than the bedrooms and modern furniture of a light construction - two sofas and four chairs as well as side tables with lamps. Several paintings of Paris scenes hung on the walls. One corner of the living room was set up as an office with a computer and printer. In another corner was a climate controlled wine cabinet that appeared to be well stocked.

Between the kitchen and living room was an eating area. Not exactly a dining room, but a portion of the living room with a dining table and chairs.

There were two bathrooms that were functional but not overly ostentatious. Off what appeared to be the master bathroom a door revealed a hot tub on what seems to have been an old terrace, now covered over.

We all wandered back into the living room with still no clue as to what we were to do. I had an inkling of what Miley's plan might be, although these girls didn't seem to fit into the Miley lifestyle. 

Since it was after noon we checked the supplies for lunch fixings. We found quite a bit of cheese and some fresh bread and opened a bottle of red wine we found on the kitchen counter.

As we ate Chris had a brainstorm and proposed to fire up the computer. A message popped up on the Welcome screen, and we all leaned over to read it.

'Hi, kids! I see you found your way to the computer. Good start. Your mission is to get to know each other very well. Very, very well. Don't make me come over there and smack some heads together! Vanessa and Selena - these guys know how to treat a woman and can give you a very good time. Guys - these ladies are somewhat timid, so you'll have to lead them to ecstasy. Now, stop reading this drivel and get busy. And I do mean get BUSY! --Miley'

Chris looked for further information on the computer, but the rest was password protected. I stepped back a bit and saw Vanessa and Selena turn red in the face as they focused on the last part of the message.

"So," I said, "Now we know what Miley has in mind. I have to admit that Miley and Paris have always been the forward ones leading us on. These instructions are new ground for me. I know I was married once but that relationship took some time to develop. I'm not well versed in leading women into intimacy."

Selena stammered "She wants us to have..a...a... an...orgy or something. I don't know if I'm comfortable with that."

Vanessa was a bit more introspective. "We're not exactly virgins, Selena."

"That's different."

"Now tell me again how it was with Biebs."

"Shut up, Vanessa. Let me think."

Chris had an idea. "What about if we all make use of that hot tub? We can get naked or leave on some clothes as you like."

The girls thought for a moment and agreed that would be a good start.

They showed up in bathing suits, albeit rather skimpy. Neither Chris nor I had brought anything like that and apologized for wearing our underwear. Chris cracked open some champagne and poured us each a glass.

The tub could hold eight, and we all slouched into the warm water. Selena looked like she was going to pop out of her top, and Vanessa's leg pressed against mine. Chris rested his arms around each girl's shoulders. We talked and drank until the champagne was gone. Looking at them and thinking about Miley's intentions for the week gave me an embarrassing bulge in my underwear. I noticed Chris did also. I'm sure the girls noticed. The girls got out and we reluctantly followed, drying ourselves off before heading out to the bathrooms to change back into clothes.

The girls went into one bathroom and Chris and I used the other to dry off and dress. "Well, that didn't exactly go as planned. Doug, I don't know what we're going to do here. They are real skittish, which is odd because I seem to recall nude pictures of Vanessa circulating on the internet a while ago."

We were startled to hear the 'secret knock' on the door. The girls were already dressed and Vanessa answered it this time opening the door to find Miley and a short woman I recalled as her assistant, Cynthia, standing there. 

"Well, what have we here, boys and girls? I am disappointed to see clothing. Didn't you read the instructions I left on the computer?"

Selena said "We read them, but decided to take it slow and use the hot tub."

"Good God! Do you mean you used the hot tub with your clothes on? What is wrong with you people? You guys should know better. I mean, look at you. Can't you girls see these guys are practically popping out of their pants? What the fuck were you thinking? I expected to either not see anyone out here or see the glow of sex on you."

I interjected "Hold on, Miley. They aren't exactly like you. Maybe they want to take some time to get used to the...situation."

"Okay, okay. Let's have a snack and then I'll see if we can get SOMETHING going here. Shit, if you want something done you have to do it yourself."

Miley introduced the others to her personal assistant Cynthia as she pulled some food out of the refrigerator for a late lunch. I saw Cynthia eyeing each of us as she ate. She gave me a look that said 'I can't wait to pick up where we left off.'

After lunch Miley announced "Alright! Enough tiptoeing around. Let's get these clothes off!"

Selena blanched and Vanessa hesitated. I suggested "Why don't we do something to make this fun instead of you giving marching orders?"

"I'm always ready for fun. What do you have in mind?"

"I don't know. Maybe some sort of game where we can gradually get comfortable with the idea."

Chris' head snapped up "Strip poker!"

Vanessa timidly raised her hand. "We have an empty champagne bottle. How about some kind of spin the bottle where whoever it points to, you know, takes something off?"

Cynthia laughed out loud "I haven't played spin the bottle since maybe high school. I guess we played it earlier than that but it mostly involved kissing. In high school we usually kept clothes on but did a little more than kissing. I had my first real girl kiss playing spin the bottle, and learned a few things about other girl's bodies, too."

Selena blushed and Vanessa tittered.

I asked "Is it cards or spin the bottle or something else?"

The general consensus was for a card game, but Selena didn't know anything about poker and thought she would be at a disadvantage. Cynthia suggested strip high - low instead and heads nodded in agreement.

We cleared the table and arranged chairs equally around. We decided that whoever got the low card took something off but, to make it more interesting, the person who held the high card got to remove it for them. Vanessa asked what happened if some were naked and some not, and Miley made a rule that the loser could pay some sort of yet to be determined forfeit. Selena reluctantly agreed, although she wasn't sure about the forfeit idea.

Miley opened a cabinet in the kitchen and took out several bottles of vodka, rum and scotch, and pulled some mixers out of the refrigerator. "We'll save the good wine to have with meals. No need to use the expensive stuff to get drunk."

Everyone fixed something for themselves and we got ready to start. The table had a glass top so there wouldn't be any hiding of anything. Selena fiddled with the top button on her dress and Vanessa crossed her arms over her chest. Miley would have none of that. "Come on 'Nessa, everyone's already seen your tits and pussy. Don't act the prude." Vanessa reddened. "And Selena, don't you dare tell us that you and Biebs didn't get all naked and jiggy. And what about that other boyfriend?"

"That was different. It was private, not in front of a crowd. I'm not a stripper and I don't even do topless sunbathing."

Miley grinned "You will be a stripper before this day is over, girl. Look you two; I invited you here to help you break out of the goody-goody stereotype. That spring break movie you were in was a start, but didn't go nearly far enough. It's time to get naughty!"

As the cards were being shuffled a key rattled in the door and Paris Hilton walked in. "Surprise! I was able to get here sooner than I expected. Cannes was boring. What are we doing? Why is everyone dressed?" She walked over and kissed Chris and then kissed me a lingering kiss, full on, much to the shock of the two new girls.

Miley introduced Paris to the newcomers and explained to everyone that this was Paris' apartment.

Paris waved her hand, sweeping the room. "I bought two and knocked down some walls to make one big one. What I like here is that people around the neighborhood know who I am but let me be. I'm just another tenant. I'm not hounded by photographers. If they see any, the neighbors shoo them away. The French value their privacy and understand celebrity."

Paris sliced some cheese and tore some bread from a baguette while Miley filled her in on what was going on. Paris said she was in for the game. "Sounds like fun! Here, let me squeeze in between my guys Douggie and Chris."




Miley and Friends Ch. 05



The cards were spread out on the table and we drew for first deal. Paris' ace made her first up, and it was agreed that the deal would go clockwise around the table. Selena complained that with the dress she only had on three things whereas everyone else likely had four.

"That's what you get for being a prude. Shit Selena, you've never even had a wardrobe malfunction at the beach. You need to loosen those tops of yours. It would do you good to have a few photos where you're pulling your bra back up. Show some nipple." 

I took attention away from Selena's embarrassment by musing "It just dawned on me that Chris and I are the only males at this table with five females."

Miley cracked "are you complaining, Doug? I could go out and round up a couple of Frenchmen from off the street."

"I'm not complaining. I like the odds. It's just...weird."

Paris dealt a card face up in front of everyone. Much to Selena's chagrin Paris dealt herself the high card - a queen, and Selena had the low four spot. She reluctantly stood up and began to unbutton her dress.

Paris stopped her. "Tut, tut. I had high card. That's my job as I understand the rules."

Standing beside Selena Paris slowly unbuttoned the front of the sundress, and made great show of pushing it off of Selena's shoulders and slowly lowering it to reveal at first a satiny blue bra and then matching blue briefs. Selena was made to turn around so everyone could get a good view.

"Nice ass," Cynthia commented, "and I love those undies. It will be fun to see what's under them."

On Chris' deal he had the high card and Vanessa stared at her three. She eventually stood up and Chris unbuttoned her shirt and removed it, revealing an expensive-looking lacy red bra.

The next hand Miley removed my shirt. On Cynthia's deal Vanessa and I each had a queen while Paris and Cynthia tied for low with fives. Vanessa took care of Paris and I did Cynthia. So far all was going smoothly.

Miley lost the next three hands, although Selena tied her for low on the third. As Miley's clothes came off she showed that Selena wasn't the only one with three garments, as she was commando. After the third loss she was already naked and not shy about displaying her body, proudly turning around. Selena's breasts were uncovered and, as the first two pair to be displayed, everyone made visual comparisons. Selena's were larger and firmer although her nipples were smaller than Miley's and her areoles were very pale whereas Miley's were dark and fairly large.

This brought us to the end of our first round. Before continuing we paused to fix ourselves another round of drinks. I figured the alcohol would help Vanessa and Selena loosen up. Selena especially. She spent the entire break trying to hide her breasts. Cynthia sidled up to Selena "Nice tits. Can I feel them?"

"No."

Cynthia grinned. "Sooner or later I will. You can feel mine any time."

When we were all seated again Paris shuffled and handed out the cards to each. Paris quickly lost her skirt and then her bra. I still liked her breasts better than Miley's or Selena's. Miley won the next turn and Chris lost. Instead of following the usual removal order protocol (outer layer then inner and top to bottom) Miley went right for the pants and everyone could see that Chris was into the game by the bulge in his underwear. She had him turn around and commented "Hmm. I wonder what's in there."

Paris tied with Vanessa and lost her bikini panties showing that both she and Miley were clean shaven. Vanessa lost her shorts to Cynthia.

After Vanessa removed Chris' shirt Paris lost again. There was quite a bit of speculation as to what she would have as a forfeit. Selena and Cynthia had tied for high and conferred. It was obvious that Cynthia wanted more than Selena, who eventually gave in.

Cynthia had Paris stand up. "I was going for something more, but my partner here is not ready for anything really good, yet. So, here is your forfeit. You must kiss Miley for one minute. You can only kiss, no other touching, so put your hands behind your back."

It was comical to watch Miley use her tongue on Paris. Paris tried hard not to laugh during the kiss.

Paris lost the next one also and Cynthia and Vanessa tied. Again there was much discussion before it was announced that Paris would have to kiss me. Same deal - no touching. This was an easy one, although I really wanted to put my arms around her.

When Paris lost the third one in a row Cynthia won outright. She rubbed her hands together in delight. "Okay Paris. You and Miley have had some intimicies over the years. Show us something. Fondle Miley's tits. Show us how you really do it. No holding back. Miley, you can't touch her."

All eyes were on them as Paris walked over to stand behind Miley. Miley stood up and Paris reached around to knead a breast gently at first, and then added some nipple rubbing, causing Miley's nipples to grow considerably.

The round ended with nobody else naked, but Paris had to kiss Vanessa, and Miley had to kiss Chris. Paris took it easy on Vanessa, but Miley really let Chris have it, practically ramming her tongue down his throat.

Another round of drinks was poured and the next round began. For the first five turns nobody else got naked, but the clothing got rather scarce. I still had my underwear and Cynthia still had a bra and panties that she was eager to lose so she could do some forfeits. Selena finally lost her panties and I found myself staring at her neatly trimmed bush - short and trimmed to a small rectangle on her mons. 

Miley had to kiss Vanessa, who didn't know what to do with her mouth under assault from Miley's tongue. Everyone laughed at the sight but Vanessa was not amused. 

Miley lost and Chris won. He looked at me with an 'I'll get you' look. "Miley, it looks like Doug has something stuffed into his underpants. How about you feel around the outside and tell us what it might be?" Miley came over to me and at first sat on my lap, but decided that wasn't good enough. She had me stand while she sat in my chair, making a show of studying my bulge. She knew how to play the game, pretending to gradually find out what it was. 

"It looks to be kind of curved from the shape of the fabric. Let's see now - ooh it seems to be rather stiff. It doesn't give much when I squeeze it. It seems to be a bit bigger close to his body and it's round with some sort of soft ridge running down the bottom. The end of it is kind of pointed. It must be sensitive there because it twitches whenever I squeeze there. Oh my! Something is coming out of it! His underwear is getting a little wet spot. In summary, it is long and hard and round and something is coming out of it. Maybe we can tell more when we can finally see it." 

Miley went back to her seat as gales of laughter swept the room. Cynthia laughed so hard tears started rolling down her face.

It was certainly fitting that the last hand, the one I myself handed out, I lost and the underwear came off. There was more laughter as Miley said "Ooh. Looks like I did a good job of describing it. Maybe I can examine it in more detail a little later."

At the break Cynthia still had panties and Vanessa had all her underwear intact.

Cynthia lost those panties right off as the next round began. She was pleased to turn around to give everyone a good look at her full bush, somewhat trimmed in length, but large and covering her secrets. Vanessa lost her bra the second turn. The rest of the round was forfeits. Some of the winners began to really get into it. The first had Paris eating Miley. Selena and Vanessa were horrified, but Miley hopped right up on the table and spread her legs. Paris demonstrated that she knew her way around a vulva and Miley moaned in appreciation.

When I won and Cynthia lost I knew what I wanted her to do. "Cynthia, you and Miley are rather close. Show us how close you are by using your fingers to...well do whatever you want to do with them."

This time Miley stretched out on the floor beside the table and Cynthia gave a demonstration of how to please another woman. When time was called they reluctantly stopped, but shared a kiss before returning to their seats. Chris exclaimed "That was hot!"

In a few minutes Paris was called on to give Cynthia the same treatment. She began as she usually would, but drew back. "What the hell?"

Miley laughed uproariously and I grinned. We both knew that Paris had just experienced Cynthia's flood, but everyone else was perplexed. Chris looked at me. "You know what's going on here?" I nodded and slapped him on the back.

"You'll find out soon enough."

Miley egged Paros on. "Come on Paris. Do what you're supposed to do."

"But it's...she's..."

"Yeah. Great isn't it? I love it. Come on - get back to work before the carpet gets soaked."

Paris spent most of the remainder of her time lapping rather than tonguing her usual way. When she sat down, Paris reached for her discarded shirt to wipe her very wet face. "Now I've seen everything."

Miley laughed "Oh no you haven't! You haven't seen the half of it yet." No one but me understood. Chris looked at me again, questioningly and I nodded with a knowing smile.

When Selena lost, Miley had her kiss Vanessa. They were obviously not experienced at girl-girl kissing, but with some encouragement from the rest of us managed a decent kiss - even giving a little tongue at the end.

The last two turns were interesting. Miley had me go down on Paris. That was a pleasure for both of us and Miley instructed Vanessa and Selena "See, that's how it's done. Look at the expression on her face. He's doing it right. Learn how to do it, ladies."

The last turn was won by Selena and Miley lost. By now the alcohol was loosening Selena up a bit and she had Miley do another feel of me, just as Miley said she wanted to do earlier.

In the same position as before Miley stroked me, turning my penis this way and that to properly "examine" it. I wasn't sure I would last for the entire allotted time, but managed to hold it in by using some of the techniques Paris and I had practiced. At the end of the time there was a glistening drop at the tip and Miley licked it off.

There was some discussion as to whether to continue or to go to some other activity. It was pointed out that Vanessa still had panties, and we couldn't stop until everyone was completely naked. Vanessa thought it would be just fine to stop, but was out voted.

I won the first turn and Paris and Miley tied for losing. This was easy. "Paris and Miley, I'll give you the same forfeit. How about you 69 each other?"

Selena asked "What's that?"

Miley looked askance at her. "You need to get out more. Watch and learn."

The pair decided that Miley would be on her back with Paris straddling. Vanessa and Selena stood close by to see what was going on, and Miley put on a show, using her long tongue to advantage. She spread Paris with her fingers to lick and suck. When she shoved her tongue into Paris, Selena gasped.

Meanwhile Paris gave Miley the treatment, pulling and sucking on labia and teasing the clit jewelry with her tongue.

Time was called but Miley said "Fuck the time. We're not stopping!"

It wasn't long before Paris lowered her hips to grind against Miley's mouth and Miley began to writhe on the floor. She began a patented Miley scream as she came, but Paris' pussy muffled it. The scream into her pussy sent Paris over and she ground even harder on Miley until she went rigid and let out a long moan.

Paris rolled onto the floor beside Miley and they stroked each other's breasts. Paris turned around and the two kissed.

Selena said "That's nasty."

Cynthia told them "You'll feel differently once you get some experience with it. It's heavenly."

I had high card next turn while Miley lost. "Miley, we need to get Chris more involved here. Why don't you check out his equipment?"

Chris was thrilled to have Miley play with him, but when he got a look on his face that Miley knew meant he was about to blow, she stopped just short in order to tease him.

"Come on Miley! I need some relief here."

"Don't worry. Your turn will COME soon."

I tied for low with Vanessa, so she finally lost those pesky panties. She was trimmed, but with a larger patch than Selena, a triangle, although much smaller than Cynthia's. Miley gave me my forfeit - I had to 69 Cynthia. At least I knew what to expect. I also knew to be careful not to make her come.

I assumed the bottom position with Cynthia poised over me. She lowered her head and proved she could give Miley a run for her money when it came to oral experience.

I worked on Cynthia carefully so I didn't drown and concentrated on enjoying the experience. Every time I touched her with my tongue a fresh torrent was unleashed. Her taste was as unique as her body, and I gladly swallowed everything she produced. 

In the meantime she sucked and licked me. It didn't take the full time until I filled her mouth. She couldn't take me as deep as Miley, but swallowed eagerly, losing only a couple of drops. Selena looked on, but didn't say anything this time. As Paris had done earlier, I wiped my face with my shirt.

When I lost again Chris had me finger Vanessa. By this time she was in a 'whatever' state and wasn't so shy about it. When time was called she seemed have enjoyed it.

Chris got to pay back Miley as Paris directed him to give Miley a finger treatment. She was still primed from her experience with Paris, but Chris gave as good as he got, and brought her just short of orgasm.

"Damn you Chris. Come on, give it to me."

"Don't worry Miley. As you told me, your turn will COME soon."

Miley grumbled and returned to her seat.

I lost and Miley won. "Okay kiddies. Let's wrap this up. We've had enough playing around. Doug, I want you and Paris to give us a demonstration of that Tantra thing you do. All the way, no time limit."

"To do it right we will to begin with massages."

"Fuck that. You did it without massages before, Chris and I watched you. You both should be ready to go."

Paris and I conferred and decided on a plan. We began by sitting facing each other as we did the first time, with our arms around each other taking deep breaths with our heads bent forward and touching. I entered and we gradually moved closer until I was about halfway in. I leaned back and brought her with me so she laid on top of me. She sat up briefly and raised and lowered herself on me slowly a few times before lowering herself fully so her mons rested on me, then stretched her body out on top of mine. We kissed and she put her head beside mine so our faces were together. I tried to concentrate on what I felt inside her, like being enveloped in warm silkiness.

I felt her vaginal muscles move in response to my penis twitching inside her. It seemed I could feel blood coursing through her with a steady beat. She began to contract and I responded. Her climax built slowly and as it did my own response followed. I tried to control my breathing and felt her doing the same. Eventually her contractions came harder and I let go inside her. She moaned softly and I tried to keep from gasping out loud.

Her contractions gradually subsided and so did my response. It had been a long continuous climax for me, not the usual explosions. She raised her head to kiss me and we stayed in position enjoying the warm feelings for several minutes until she rolled off.

You could have heard a pin drop in the room. Nobody made a sound for some time until Miley said "Holy shit," and Selena said "How is that possible? They didn't move. Was it real or an act?"

Chris said "I want to learn how to do that."

Cynthia shook her head. "Well, that was certainly different."

Miley said "I'm hungry. Let's eat."

Paris directed us to her food stocks and I grilled some chicken on the built in grill on the stove. Cynthia chopped vegetables for a salad. As the food neared readiness Paris selected a couple of bottles of wine from her wine cabinet.

After dinner Paris broke out some dessert sherry and served a tray of delicate French pastries. 

When everything was cleared away Miley clapped her hands together two times. "Listen up everyone. We've just had a strip game and a naked dinner, so everyone should be comfortable with the premise of the week. There is lots of time to experiment with different pairings, and Paris has some sort of activities planned on a couple of days. For this evening we will play a little round robin game and then partner up for the night. Since Paris showed up early we have an odd number, but I have a way to take care of that. Let's move to the living room."

When we were settled on sofas and chairs she continued "We need to get this show going with a bang. I'll get everyone started and then every half hour we'll move on, so everyone gets to 'try out' everyone else. I have already written everyone's name on a piece of paper and have placed the slips of paper in the cup of one of my bras. Guys draw names, and the three left will come with me."

She produced a bra and held it over her head with one cup facing up. Chris drew Cynthia and I drew Vanessa.

"Couldn't ask for better first pairings. Choose your bedrooms, or use the sofa bed right here. We'll need to pull it out and set it up, anyway. Last group gets the leftovers."

Chris was intrigued with Cynthia from reactions to her during the afternoon game. Before he headed into the smaller bedroom I pulled him aside.

"Chris, here's a heads up. Cynthia is the most unusual woman you will ever meet. I guarantee it. She gets wetter than anybody, and is tight as a virgin, but you'll enter easily. Just be aware that when she comes she may pass out and you'll think she's going to break your cock off. Just hold still until she revives. You'll have the experience of a lifetime. I know it sounds like I'm making this up, but heed my words. I thought I'd killed her until Miley settled me down."

I could tell he was skeptical as Cynthia led him into the bedroom. Miley followed them in but came out after a brief stay, preparing Chris for the unusual experience.

Vanessa and I chose Paris' bedroom. Paris came in briefly to show us where extra towels and washcloths were and showed us how the lights worked.

Vanessa sat on the side of the bed with her hands in her lap. I sat next to her and put an arm around her. "I don't know anything about you Vanessa. You've told a little about your work on High School Musical and some recordings. There was talk about a movie you and Selena were in. Chris said there were nude pictures of you on the internet. Tell me, did you take them yourself or did someone else do them?"

"Those pictures almost got me fired from the High School Musical movies. Look, I had a boyfriend and we fooled around. We were young. He was always wanting to take my clothes off and have sex, but I only wanted to...do things with at least some of my clothes on. I started taking pictures of myself in underwear with my phone and sending them to him. He thought they were hot, so one day I took everything off and took a full frontal of myself. Today they'd call it sexting. He nearly flipped out and begged to see the real thing. When I didn't put out right away he got mad and the pictures got out - first to his friends, then to the general public. I was mortified."

"That wasn't very responsible of him."

"I was advised to not make a big deal about them in hopes the notoriety would blow over. I made a public apology and it fortunately didn't affect my movie career."

She looked at me and saw I was watching her face and not sizing up her body.

"I like that you listen. A couple of years ago I got drunk and thought it would be funny to take more pictures of myself in various poses. I wasn't completely nude, but was topless. The pictures were just for myself, me just messing around by myself. I don't know how they got out. My phone must have been hacked." 




Miley and Friends Ch. 05



"And you'll never hear the end of it."

"Oh it dies down and almost goes away, but eventually it came back to bite me."

"That's what Miley meant when she said everyone had seen your body already. I hadn't, but Chris had."

"Well, that's my most embarrassing stuff. What about you?"

"I don't have anything like that, but when Miley and Paris and I were staying at a hotel I was the one answering the door when room service came. One time I didn't have on my pants. The girl pretended she didn't notice. It was embarrassing enough."

"You seem to really know Miley. What do you think she wants us to do?"

"She wants us to become better acquainted. I'm sure from her game this afternoon you get the drift. I'm not used to being in situations like this. Paris and Miley are very forward about what they want. I'm not used to seducing women."

She laughed and seemed a bit more at ease. I turned her head and kissed her. 

She was a decent kisser and I ran my hands up and down her arms. She put arms around my neck and I caressed her round breasts. A thumb over her nipples brought a sigh. "I thought you said you were no good at this."

"Thanks for the ego boost."

She leaned back to lie across the bed and I followed. I kissed her breasts and moved my hand to her leg, stroking my way up from her knee, and she parted her legs slightly. Before diving into her I took some time to play in her trimmed triangle. I rested my hand over her, feeling the heat beginning to build under it.

Finger exploration and massaging labia got her legs open wide. A middle finger sliding up and down the canyon became very wet, and I teased out her clit before entering her with two fingers. 

She disengaged her arms from around my neck and rubbed my chest, moving ever downward until she encircled me with her hand. She wasn't as expert as Miley or Paris, but her touches were effective.

Just as I brought my tongue down to her vulva Miley called "TIME. Everyone back out here."

We reluctantly disentangled, kissed and returned to the living room. Miley looked us over. "How did it go?"

"We needed more time," Vanessa said.

Miley laughed. "Oh, believe me, you will have more time. Right now we are doing a round robin. Where are those other two? Ah, here they come."

Cynthia and Chris emerged from the other bedroom, Chris wiping his face with a towel.

"Ooh. I see you two got into it. How did you find Cynthia, Chris?"

"Everything you and Doug said she would be. I think I'm ready to experience the full Cynthia now."

"In time, my boy. Now for round two. Boys, reach into the bra to get your next partner. If you draw the same one just put it back and draw another."

Chris drew Paris and I drew Miley. Chris and Paris went into Paris' room and I headed to the other with Miley. She called back over her shoulder "Go easy on them, Cynthia. They don't know about you and we don't want to frighten them."

Miley set a timer on her phone, laid it on the dresser and turned to me. "You know what I could use right now, Douggie? A good taste of cock."

"You'll get a mouthful, I'm sure. And I'd like a taste of you, too."

Miley knelt in front of me and took me into her mouth to give me the tongue treatment. After a few minutes I pulled her to her feet and pushed her onto the bed, where she landed with a giggle. "Ooh I like it when you take control, Doug."

"I said I wanted some, too. My turn."

She threw her legs wide open for me and I dived right in with no preliminaries, tonguing the clit jewelry and sucking on labia until she started to squirm. She pulled my hair until I brought my head up to her breasts to nibble on nipples and tug on them with my lips.

"Now, it's my turn again." She pushed me onto my back and straddled me to take me into her mouth again, while presenting me with the opportunity to continue what I had started. I had access to her wet warmth, and thrust my tongue in as far as I could. I reached down and grabbed dangling breasts to knead them. She bobbed her head and sucked until I thought I'd lose my mind. Just as I was about to come the timer went off. I held her in place until I unloaded down her throat and she sucked me dry.

"Naughty boy. We went overtime."

"Another minute and you would have come, too."

"I'll get mine next round."

We found the others gathered around the sofa bed, where Cynthia had Vanessa and Selena on their backs, holding them down to kiss them in turn.

"Okay Cynthia, time is up."

"Just wanted to get them used to girl kisses, boss. They've got a lot to learn."

"Names are back in the bra. Who will be selected next?"

Chris drew Miley and I drew Cynthia. Miley instructed Paris "pick up where Cynthia left off with the girls. I want them to be good girl kissers as well as boy kissers."

Cynthia laid out some of her stack of towels on the bed. "Ready."

"Yeah, if you don't die on me."

She laughed. Probably not tonight. I don't feel a big one coming on. But you never know!"

"Miley did a number on me, so how about I just work on you?"

"For a guy, I like the way you think."

"I have an idea that may save some mess. How about I lie down and you sit on my chest."

"So you can reach everything!"

Cynthia couldn't resist giving me a lick or two and a couple of hand pumps on her way to her position. Just sitting on me, my chest was already getting wet and I stared at her large patch of trimmed hair - trimmed short enough that I could see her juices flowing out from between her labia onto me.

Her delight was obvious when I pulled her up close so I could reach into that river with my tongue. I found a way to get my tongue to her clit and when she rotated her hips I could even thrust it into her, but not for long. It was like trying to have oral sex under water.

When I reached up to cup her breasts and tease the nipples she moaned with pleasure. Within minutes she began to move her hips rhythmically and made low grunting sounds "uh...uh...uh...uh...uh" with an increasing frequency until they became one continuous sound and she gushed even more. I did my best to keep up with it, but most of it ran down the sides of my face and I had to swallow constantly. She threw her head back and I thought she was going into a trance again, but she squeezed her legs together with my head trapped between them and I could feel the pulses inside her body while her vagina did a little dance in front of my face - opening and closing.

Once the climax was over she stretched out on top of me. She was short, so while she kissed me she rubbed my erection between her knees.

Miley called "TIME" and Cynthia sat up on the bed with her legs folded beneath her. "That was good, Doug. Maybe we can spend the night a time or two before we leave Paris. We need to get your cock into my pussy again."

"That would be nice. You are so wet and tight."

"It's a gift."

I wiped my face with a towel from her stack as I went into the living room.

Miley looked at Chris and me. She asked me "Who haven't you been with yet?"

"Um, Paris and Selena."

"There's no need to draw any more." She pointed to me and then into Paris' bedroom. "You. Paris. Go. Just remember it's only thirty minutes."

Paris threw herself on her bed. "Do you think we have time for a ravishing?"

"Only one way to find out."

Paris lay back on the bed expectantly. I threw myself down beside her and attacked her mouth with mine. She turned her head and made a mock whimper "Ohh. Be gentle with me, please, sir."

I said in a mock gruff tone. "You want gentle, do you? Well, it's time someone taught you a lesson."

I threw a leg over her to straddle her legs and bent to squeeze her breasts and pull hard on her nipples. "Oh, oh, please stop."

"Not a chance lady."

I nipped at her nipples with my teeth and sucked hard on them. I forced one leg between hers to pry her legs apart.

"Oh no. Not there!"

I rammed two fingers into her wet vagina and roughly thumbed her clit while I continued on her breasts. When she began to writhe I lowered my body to pull on her labia and clit with my lips. I nipped at her labia with my teeth and rammed my tongue into her. She pulled my hair to move my head back to her clit and I sucked on it hard. She whimpered some more.

I forced her legs father apart and knelt between them.

"Oh no! Not that! Anything but that. I'm so delicate."

I almost laughed out loud at that one and she tried to hide a grin. I raised her legs and plunged into her.

"Oh no! It's too big! You'll hurt me!"

"Ha! Let's just see what happens."

I plunged in and out time and again, with my hands still on her breasts. I felt myself building and she began to match my thrusts so we smashed together at each stroke. No Tantra this time. No trying to hold back. I emptied into her in a fury of strong spurts. As I began to slack off I felt her tighten around me and the pulsing of her contractions began. She pulled me down for a kiss while she wrapped her legs around me. Her fingernails raked my back and she yelled out "Fuck me! Fuck me some more!" 

I don't soften quickly, so I was able to keep up thrusting until she had another, larger climax. This time she bit my shoulder.

When she relaxed I rolled off. "How was that for a ravishing?"

"I have been properly ravished."

Miley called "TIME" and I sat up. Paris looked horrified. "I think I've disfigured you. I'm so sorry." She stroked the welts on my back.

"It's all part of ravishing, my dear."

We put our arms around each other as we entered the living room. Everyone else was there already and all eyes were on us.

Cynthia asked "Just what the hell was going on in there?"

Paris batted her eyes and answered "Poor little old me was getting ravished by this beast."

Vanessa and Selena looked horrified, but Miley snorted a laugh. "You two. What will you come up with next?"

As we passed the others to sit on a chair Selena gasped. That caused the others to look at my back and the bite mark on my shoulder.

"Damn, Paris. Why do you keep doing that to Doug? Did you bite him too?"

"I got carried away, Miley. Doug and I are just good together. We can play around and have fun."

"I have fun with him too, but you don't see me attacking him. Or maybe he likes that. Should I attack you, Doug?"

"One is enough for me, thanks."

Everyone looked at Miley to see what else she had cooked up. "Time for a bedtime snack. We've got to keep our energy up or it'll be a long week."

Paris had put a towel on each of the dining room chairs so the upholstery wouldn't get stained from dripping vaginas and penises. Miley opened some champagne and poured some for all. "Here's a toast to new experiences."

We all lifted our glasses and then set about grazing the food Paris had set out. Several different kinds of fresh cheese, cut up fresh vegetables, sliced cold meat, good butter and assorted breads. It seemed we were all hungry. I know I appreciated the time to recharge before we began whatever else Miley dished out.

We all helped clear the table and then Miley motioned for us to sit back down. She scanned our faces. "Everybody having fun so far? Or at least learning something?"

There were general nods.

"Here's the last phase of the game. No time limit. In fact, take all night. The last one is who sleeps with who. Somehow this has worked out perfectly. Vanessa and Chris. Doug and Selena. Cynthia, Paris and I will have a girl session. Paris, there are three of us and your bed's the largest, so we will appropriate it for tonight."

"That's a new mattress and thousand thread count sheets."

"Don't worry, we'll keep Cynthia well padded. You two couples decide where you'll stay. There are two beds in the other bedroom or you can use the sofa bed. I happen to know it is high quality and very comfortable. You might even get to sleep on it unless you play all night. Your choice."

With a wave the three marched off to Paris' bedroom with Paris and Miley smacking each other's butt along the way. They closed the door.

The four of us looked at each other.

I ventured "Preferences? Chris and I've done two couples in a bedroom. You sort of tune each other out. On the other hand, something is to be said for being alone."

Vanessa said "Before Selena grabs it I take the bedroom."

Selena sat on the sofa bed and bounced a couple of times. "This is okay with me."

Vanessa and Chris disappeared into the other bedroom and closed the door. I sat next to Selena. She ran her hand over my back. "Did Paris really do this?"

"It's not the first time. Miley and Paris have different ways of expressing orgasms. Miley screams."

"I've heard her."

"Paris hangs on tight and sometimes gets a bit...well, let's just say that the pain adds to the experience. Pleasure and pain are closely related."

"I don't think I'd like pain. My first time was pain enough."

"There doesn't have to be pain. I really don't know why Paris and I are like that. It's happened several times."

"You've been with Paris a lot? I just don't see you as..."

"A fanboy? A scion of society? Daddy Bigbucks?"

"Yeah." 

"Miley introduced Chris and me to Paris, and for some reason she and I hit it off. I could never be part of her lifestyle, but we agree to meet from time to time. She's invited me to work with her, but that would be awkward."

Selena sat cross legged on the bed. "Well, this is awkward for me. You are so much older than I am."

"Miley says it is our souls that play, and souls have no age, color or gender."

"Miley said that?"

"She's not always dippy. Hungry, maybe, but not always dippy."

She looked at me sitting near her. "So she wants our souls to play? Is that it?"

"Partly. I think she wants you and Vanessa to break completely out of the Disney mold. She seems to want you to act in a way that would break away from your younger audience. I have to admit, she's done a bang-up job of it herself. She's at least losing the little girls who remember Hannah Montana. With you I think she wants you to break out of Wizards of Waverly Place."

"I thought I'd made a start with Bieber. I thought he would help a different audience get to know me. Instead I just got to know he is a jerk - a self-centered jerk who thinks that just because he is popular on the internet and sells a few records the world owes him whatever he wants."

"Did you break up with him? I admit I don't know a lot about you. Since I met Miley I have paid attention to pop music a little bit, but only recall pictures of you and Bieber out together."

"We went out for awhile, then I got fed up with him. He begged me to come back, said he'd change. I did, but he didn't, so I'm done with him." She pursed her lips for a moment. "You know, I have been very reluctant to participate in this thing Miley has us doing here. But I've talked to Paris and she told me that she is attracted to you because you treat her like a real woman. The irony to her is that she has been talked into putting out by a variety of men who seem to expect it, but you don't ask anything of her so she is willing to gladly put out for you."

"Somewhat crudely put, but I think it is basically correct."

"Chris was all about the game and we had sex, but it wasn't very satisfying, I felt it was just part of the game. Look, I've had sex with Bieber and others, but I try to be careful not to be caught in compromising positions."

"I wouldn't want you to feel like you were being compromised with me."

"You know, Paris was right. Chris is a nice guy, but he is caught up in this game business. I think he is kind of like Miley. You are willing to talk to me. Vanessa likes you, too. Maybe you being older isn't such a bad thing after all."

"As you spend more time with Chris I think you'll begin to see his good qualities and will like him more. Yeah, he is caught up in the game right now. Miley and Paris certainly don't complain about him."

She raised up and leaned over to kiss me. I put my arms around her and held her gently. She put her hands behind my head and held me in the kiss.

When she let go I looked into her dark eyes and moved a hand up her back to run my fingers through her thick lush hair. "You have deliciously thick hair. I think I could play with it for hours."

She laughed and pushed me over on my back to dangle her hair in my face. I grabbed a handful and rubbed it against my cheek with my eyes closed. When I opened them I found her gazing into my eyes. She lowered her body on top of mine. I put am arm around her waist and a hand on her butt and rolled us over. She opened her legs so mine were between hers. 

We kissed and I nibbled on an ear and kissed her throat. She shivered. I covered her breasts with my hands. They were larger than Miley's or Paris', but very round and firm with pink areoles and small nipples. I moved my hands to her waist and kissed each breast, massaging each nipple with my tongue until it hardened.

"You have a beautiful body, Selena. It's a pleasure to look at and a pleasure to touch." She seemed pleased.

I kissed down her abdomen and lingered at her navel before moving downward. I found her trimmed patch to be a small rectangle barely covering her mons. My tongue worked between her labia and she sighed with contentment. Her labia were quite large when engorged and I made use of their ease of access to suck and pull on them with my lips. I ran the flat of my tongue along each side. Her clit wasn't huge, but definitely stood at attention, so I gave it the attention it deserved. She groaned and lifted her hips to my face for more.

While sucking on her clit I entered her with a finger, half expecting her to draw back, but she pressed up even harder. I curled my finger inside her while continuing to tease her clit with my tongue. My other hand went up to knead a breast and run a thumb over the nipple. She got wetter by the moment.

She tugged at my shoulder to get my attention, so I raised my head.

"Do it now. I want you to."

I knelt between her legs and took aim at the vagina she presented by rotating her hips up. I rubbed my erection between her labia a few times and rubbed it over her clit until she squirmed in anticipation. Gently I pushed into the tight opening until I was fully sheathed, and paused to feel her enveloping me before beginning a slow thrusting - almost out to fully in. I bent to kiss a breast and she meet my thrusts with her own. I could tell from her breathing when she was close to a climax, so I lifted my head to kiss her while a hand took over on a breast. Her abdomen began to pulse in time to her thrusts and I felt the familiar pulsing of her vagina around me. She wrapped her arms tight around me and grunted several times. I hadn't come yet, but thought to let her cool down a bit.

She brushed some damp hair from her face. "You didn't do anything yet?

I shook my head. "That was all for you."

She rolled us over. "Well here's for you." She lifted her body until I was completely out and pumped me a few times with her hands before raising her body up and settling down on me. I watched the rise and fall of her body and felt the squeezing her vaginal muscles. I felt it coming, but as I was about to come she ramped up her body pumping. Just as I let go she did also, moving her hips up and down until she was spent and she laid on top of me with me still inside her.

I played with her hair for a time before she spoke. "Nobody has ever made me come twice before. Biebs was interested in getting his own and hardly noticed if I got one at all. Sometimes I didn't. It was so frustrating." She paused. "I see what Paris meant about you."

She rolled off me and held my softening penis in a hand. "You know, I liked that. I think I'd like to do it more with you this week, but I think I'll have to fight off Paris for you."

It was late and I was tired and a bit punchy just then. "Maybe Miley will come up with some sort of contest between you and Paris with me as a prize."




Miley and Friends Ch. 06



The week is under way, and Miley's games have loosened everyone up. They venture out to explore the city of Paris. Miley and Paris arrange for the group to watch and learn from the topless acts at Moulin Rouge, and the girls get to perform on stage. Miley invents more games including 'guess who it is by the body part.' Two couples are dared to have public sex on the Eiffel Tower at night. Will they get caught?

Chapter 6

TUESDAY

When I awoke I found Selena handling my penis. She turned her head to kiss me, but held on to her prize. "You know, I've been thinking about something weird. Here you have what amounts to a flap of skin. There are no bones or muscles in it, yet the use of it has been the cause of wars throughout time."

"Okay. Here's something for you. The female body is beautiful and has been the subject of art and also the cause of wars throughout time." I caressed a breast under the covers. "History is full of women seducing men and men coveting other men's women."

"So sex has ruled the world."

"I would say that is more accurate than not."

"This thing is beginning to feel like it has a bone after all. What do you say we explore that idea in our own little kingdom right here?"

I pulled the covers up over our heads and we groped and tickled each other until we began to pant. I kissed her and she opened her legs for me. There was no need for much more foreplay; she was wet and ready. I entered her and for a moment it seemed we were one - one body and one in desire. A few quick thrusts and I climaxed, followed shortly by hers.

We held each other until we heard a noise. Paris, dressed very casually, breezed through. "Don't mind me. Carry on." She went out the door and Selena and I cuddled. I enjoyed the feel of her breasts against my chest, and we dozed off again.

We awakened when Paris returned carrying several bags. I could see long loaves of bread sticking out of one. We sat up as she passed us on the way to the kitchen.

"Breakfast. Fresh from the patisserie. I'll put coffee on and then go back and see what my girls are up to."

I asked her "It sounded like Miley had a good time. How about you?"

"Cynthia is interesting, to say the least. Miley is...well, Miley. Yeah, I'd say we had a good time."

When Paris disappeared back into her room I asked Selena "speaking of Cynthia, how did you and Vanessa get along with her?"

"She's interesting. She can kiss as good as anybody, and showed us that girls can kiss one another as well as they can kiss a man. I'd still rather kiss a man. We didn't do much else, although she wanted to, so she settled for teaching us a little about using kisses on another woman. It was an unusual experience."

I threw off the covers and stood up. "The three of them have one bathroom. We have four to share the other. I need a shower and think I'd better duck in there before Vanessa and Chris grab it."

Selena stood up and stretched, and I admired her body in the full light of day, especially the small black bush against her creamy skin. "Mind of I join you? It would save time instead of two separate ones."

I laughed "It's been my experience that two in the shower rarely saves time, although it can be a lot of fun."

We stood under the warm water and played around some, washing each other and exciting each other at the same time. When I couldn't stand it anymore I grabbed her and pulled her to me. She jumped up into my arms and wrapped her legs around my waist and her hands behind my neck. I supported her bottom with my hands. Somehow we managed to get me inside her and I backed us up against the wall of the shower. She moved her hips back and forth while my hands on her bottom helped her keep up the pace. We kissed and I managed to free one hand to fondle a breast. Her thrusts picked up intensity and I managed to move my hips a bit also. She whimpered as she closed in on her ecstasy and thrust harder. When she uttered a soft cry I felt her pulse around me. As she diminished she opened her eyes and looked into mine. She could have quit right then, but she made a conscious effort to squeeze her vaginal muscles around me and keep thrusting until I came. The second one so early in the morning wasn't as productive as the first, but the sensation of being inside her and knowing that she was doing something for me was gratifying, and my climax seemed to last a little longer than usual.

When I put her down she continued to cling to me, with her head on my shoulder. I ran my hands up and down her sides, relishing the soft skin.

She eventually reached for the shampoo. "The problem with such thick hair is that it requires attention and takes forever to dry."

I helped her rinse the shampoo out of her hair and she worked in some conditioner.

We dried each other off and she wrapped a towel around her hair as we left the bathroom. Vanessa and Chris met us at the door. "Leave any hot water for us?"

"It depends on how much time you want to spend doing something other than washing."

Chris laughed. "I imagine you spent some extra time. Damn, you look good Selena."

Vanessa gave him a dirty look and Chris recovered nicely. "What do you say, doesn't Vanessa look great? Hope you guys had as good a time as we did. I don't know how much sleep we got. Vanessa is terrific."

Eventually we all found our way into the kitchen, everyone wearing their underwear until we found out what the plan for the day was.

Paris had coffee ready and an assortment of pastries, fruit and yogurt. The pastries were still warm.

Vanessa pointed to some other round things that Paris had not set out for us "what are those?"

"They are for later. They're macarons."

"I'll pass on those. I don't like coconut."

"They're not macaROONS, they're macaRONS. The two are nothing alike. Think how an Oreo is put together. These also have three layers. The top and bottom are almost like meringues, delicate, light and soft, yet crunchy. The middle is a soft filling of various flavors. Once you try one you'll be hooked for life. But, they are for later, not for breakfast. I just got some because they were fresh."

"I want to try one now."

"Oh, all right. I can get some more this afternoon." She put a few out on a plate. "This is vanilla, and here is pistachio, apricot, lemon, and raspberry. There are dozens of flavors, but I only picked out a few of my favorites."

Vanessa bit into one and her eyes widened. "OMG. I hope they serve these in heaven because I'd love to spend eternity eating them."

"You don't gobble them or dunk them in milk, that's for sure. Each bite is meant to be savored"

After breakfast Miley called the group together. "Now, boys and girls, we get to do some more of what Paris just described as 'savoring'. Everyone has spent a little time with everyone else. It looks like everyone except Cynthia and I have taken showers. Paris snuck in early."

"I had to go shopping."

"Whatever. I see 'Nessa and Selena have hair to attend to. Take a little time for all of that important personal grooming. I have lots of games yet to play, but we'll work them in during the week. Some of my ideas will work better after we know each other better."

"Later this morning," Paris added, "I'll lead a tour of my favorite places around here. There's no use being in Paris if you spend all your time indoors. We can stay indoors on a rainy day. I'll show you a cafe where we can get a good lunch and good places to get snacks, just to keep Miley happy. I believe everyone was asked to bring one sort of nice outfit to wear, but nothing formal. Tonight we'll use them. I have arranged for us to go on a dinner cruise on the Seine. Paris at night is breathtaking."

Miley said "FYI from now on each guy will spend the night with a different girl. That also means that each night there will be a different combo of girls sleeping together. Spread the fun around is my motto."

We finished getting ready and met back in the living room. Paris had on a blue below-the-knee skirt, white blouse and a blue sweater and had her hair pulled back into a ponytail. Miley wore jeans and an oversize shirt under a gray sweatshirt. She plopped a baseball hat on her head and sported sunglasses. Selena wore a floral print dress that hung just above the knee. Her long hair was held back with clips just above her ears. She wrapped a paisley pashmina around her neck. Vanessa had on leggings with a large billowy shirt and a belt cinching the waist. Cynthia mimicked Miley with jeans and a sweatshirt. Chris and I both wore jeans, sport shirts and light windbreakers. Paris was pleased that we wouldn't attract too much attention with flamboyant clothing.

Paris led us into a café near her apartment. The building was long and narrow, but there were a number of tables on the sidewalk in front. "I would often sit out here and people watch, but this large crowd might attract attention. I'm not worried about the locals, but the tourists, so we'll sit inside."

Inside the door the proprietor greeted "Bon jour, mademoiselle Paris."

"Bon jour, Jacques. Could we get a table in the back?"

"We normally don't open the back so early, but for you..." 

"Merci."

He led us past counters filled with sandwiches, cheeses and I don't know what all else, through a doorway past the kitchen and into a dining area containing maybe six tables. 

Paris explained what they had and guided everyone to satisfying choices. Jacques brought two bottles of wine to the table. "On the house for you, mademoiselle Paris. It is good to see you again."

Everyone seemed satisfied with the food, and the wine was quite good.

Paris then led us on a walking tour of the area around the Sorbonne, stopping to speak to a couple she recognized. Sometime during the afternoon we stopped at a creperie that had a window counter open to the street. The fresh worm crepes folded around various fillings made a snack even Miley felt satisfied with. We walked to some gardens nearby and sat on benches watching people sail tiny sailboats in the fountain.

The girls enjoyed shopping in some boutiques, while Chris and I found a store that sold sports apparel, and bought 'Paris St. Germain' soccer jerseys to take home. From what we could gather, the local team was at the top of the standings of the soccer league.

Back at the apartment we stowed our purchases away and dressed for dinner. The sun was dipping just below the horizon when we boarded a long, narrow boat with tables set on a deck that was enclosed with glass. Paris had booked the entire boat just for us.

Paris had arranged a truly delightful meal, each course accompanied by an appropriate wine. The service was leisurely, and it became obvious to me why the French are not as obese as Americans. We ate rich food served in decent portions spread over several hours.

Coffee was served and we relaxed in comfortable seating to watch the City of Light slide by our windows. I went out to stand on an uncovered part of the deck at the stern and leaned against the rail. Sensing someone nearby I turned to find Paris approaching. She put an arm around me. "What did you think of it?"

"I don't use the word amazing a lot, but the entire evening has been amazing - the food, the sights, the company." She kissed me and I drew her close, watching wisps of her fine hair blow in the breeze. She motioned to a bench along the side rail, and we sat. The others gradually filtered out to join us on the open deck. Miley and Cynthia stood with their arms around each other and their heads resting together. Chris stood between Vanessa and Selena at the stern rail. They laughed together, took selfies and shared pictures on their phones.

"What do you think of the two new ones?"

"I haven't gotten to know Vanessa very well yet, but I like Selena. She seems intent on keeping her image clean and says she doesn't do anything the paparazzi could make use of." I laughed, "of course that doesn't mean she's entirely a goody-goody, just that she doesn't want to get caught."

"Once the paparazzi get you they don't let go, so that's probably a good thing."

She pulled her sweater tighter against her against the evening breeze, and fiddled with a button. She seemed to be thinking about something, so I left her alone with her thoughts. When she raised her head she looked me in the eyes. "Doug, I think Miley has sort of a plan for how we move around during the week, but I'd like it if you and I spent the night together tonight. I like Chris and I like Miley and the others, but I would like to finish this evening off with you." She grinned. "Sort of a repayment for the night you cooked me dinner and we had such a good time."

"I'd like that, too."

"Tell me something honestly. Do you find Vanessa and Selena pretty?"

There was a minefield if ever there was one. "You mean are they prettier than you?"

"That's not what I asked."

"But it's what you're thinking about. I really like Selena, but she's so different from you. She's a bit uptight. She does have gorgeous hair. Hers is dark and thick and lush. I love to hold it against my face. But yours is fine and light, and I love to have it spill through my fingers. If hers is cashmere, yours is silk."

She laughed at my analogy. 

"Look, Paris, all these young women, and even Cynthia, are attractive in one way or another. I like them all, but there is something about you that has drawn my attention since we first met. It's not exactly like what I felt with Laura when we met, but along those lines. It's something that can't be explained by logic."

"Well spoken. I've felt the same with you. I haven't had an experience with a man like you had with Laura so I can't say it's exactly the same, but I like being with you.'

I couldn't resist teasing her. "This is just because Chris is only a kid and I'm the mature one."

She laughed and slapped my arm, but did put an arm around me and sit even closer. When she leaned her head on my shoulder I kissed the top of her head.

It was nearly midnight when the boat docked and we climbed up the steps to street level. We debated whether we should walk or take the Metro back to the apartment, but elected to walk. After passing a number of crowded, noisy cafes we found another creperie. Of course Miley was all for getting a midnight snack, so we had warm crepes wrapped in paper to eat while we walked.

At the apartment Miley started to direct the pairings for the night, but Paris interrupted. "Doug is spending the night with me. That one is settled."

Miley made fish-lips and kissing sounds, and Cynthia joined in with "Ooh, I saw you two all lovey-dovey on that boat. Anything you'd like to tell us?"

"I just want my turn with him now. There's a reason. Oh, and we'll be using my room."

"But we were going to..."

"It's not an option. Now, we'll just be saying goodnight to everyone."

She closed the door to her room and I asked "What was that all about?"

She wrapped her arms around me. "When we last met you treated me to dinner and dessert. Tonight I treated you to dinner, and we had dessert food on the way back here. Now for the rest of dessert."

I had to laugh. "Oh I bet they're into hot discussion right about now as to who uses what bed in what room for their dessert."

"That's not our problem, is it?

She unbuttoned my shirt and slipped it off my shoulders and then pulled my tee shirt over my head. She kissed me and ran her hand over my chest. "I don't much care for thick rugs of chest hair, but you've got just a little and it's so soft."

Gradually her hand rubbed lower on my abdomen and unbuckled my belt. I started to unfasten her blouse, but she shook her head. "Me first. Remember what I said this morning about savoring. I want to savor this. And I want to savor you doing it to me."

She easily unbuttoned and unzipped my pants and they fell to the floor. Before proceeding further she explored over the fabric of my underwear, rubbing and squeezing. I kissed her hard, and she pushed my underwear down over my hips.

Still holding my kiss she maneuvered me backwards until I sat down on the bed. She bent to untie my shoes and removed them and my socks. She ran her hands up and down my thighs, stopping just short of my erection yet running her thumbs along the crease between my thighs and body. Without even touching my penis any further she had raised my excitement level.

After one last trip up and down my thighs she pulled my pants and shorts the rest of the way off. She leaned forward until her mouth was right there, ready to take me in. But she stopped just short and blew on the tip before teasing it with little licks. I wanted to grab he head and pull it until I slid inside her mouth, but she anticipated that and pulled away.

"Damn it, Paris. You've got me ready to come with what you've done already."

"I know, and it is delicious to watch your face. I've teased you enough. Now it's your turn."

I figured that payback was in order. I stood behind her and reached around to cup her breasts through her clothing while nuzzling her neck. As I slowly undid the buttons on her blouse I stopped after every other button to reach inside and caress a breast through her bra. I slipped her blouse off and turned her around to kiss her, moving my kisses to her neck and throat. I kissed lower between her breasts and then over her bra. She pulled my head into her but I removed her hands from me. "Oh no you don't. You wouldn't let me do it, and you're not going to either."

Her bra was easily unclasped and I slowly slipped it off of her, kissing the flesh that gradually appeared before me and then kissing lower until I reached the waistband of her skirt. On my knees I lifted one of her feet and slipped the shoe off, and then the other. I couldn't help reaching up under the skirt to tease her damp panties. When she whimpered a little I unfastened the skirt and let it fall. I kissed over the fabric of her panties until they were soaked before I removed them. When she stepped back toward the bed she stepped out of her panties and the folds of her skirt gathered around her ankles. 

When she sat on the edge of the bed I threw her legs over my shoulders and ran my tongue over her vulva, not penetrating. I held her thighs and ran my thumbs along the crease between her thighs and her body as I made long, slow strokes with my tongue. Even without separating her labia my tongue was continually wet from what seeped out. When I looked up towards her face I saw her eyes closed and her fists clenched at her sides.

Gradually I penetrated between her labia and teased her clit. Her whimpering noises increased in volume. I had never been so deliberate with my mouth. Long strokes with my tongue flat against her, stroking up from her vagina to clit. Sucking on her labia and rubbing my tongue on them. Penetrating her vagina with my tongue.

She began to quiver and gasp for breath. I continued licking and sucking slowly and deliberately and my hands caressed upwards over her navel to her chest. When I gently squeezed her breasts and rubbed a thumb over her nipples her breathing became faster and shallower. 

When I thought she had had enough I raised up to kiss her breasts and tug on her nipples with my tongue before I reached her hungry mouth. Her legs, still on my shoulders, went back nearly over her head. I couldn't stand any more myself, so I plunged into her hard, all the way in with one hard thrust. She raised her hips to grind against me, but I began to ram into her with a force that slowly pushed her body backwards across the bed. She thrust hard against me so we slammed together even harder with a slapping sound. 

With an almost Miley-like yell she came hard, squeezing me inside her as we both continued our thrusts. When I came it was with hard, forceful ejaculations and I heard myself grunting. Just as I finished she came again, even harder. Her legs gripped my head and I smashed my mouth hard against hers to stifle what seemed likely to be another loud cry.




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I collapsed on top of her and her legs flopped off of me. When I had the energy I rolled to her side and ran her hair through my fingers as we both recovered.

"That was some dessert, Paris."

"And how. I feel like every inch of my body is super sensitive. I'm still quivering."

"I have to admit I've not had an experience quite like that. Miley is supposed to be the wild one, but you and I have had some intense experiences."

"I like thinking of things to do with you. It's well known that I've had quite a few boyfriends, but I enjoy being with you more than any of them. I like that you're not always after me for sex. So I'm more willing to do it with you. Does that make sense?"

I nodded. "It must be hard when everyone wants to take pictures of you topless or naked."

"I find myself on a yacht or something a million miles from nowhere, but let me take my top off and pictures appear in the gossip pipeline the next day. I like to go topless on a warm sunny day, but it is a hassle. Just like sex. I trust a boyfriend but as soon as we have sex he is all about taking videos of us doing it. It makes me uncomfortable, but I never seem to learn. I always reasoned that this time it was okay because he was serious, and have always been disappointed that he wasn't."

"Let's not talk about other times. Let's just live in the here and now. After the week is over we can go back to our real lives."

"Here and now I want to have a good time with you. If only I could meet someone like you in my real life."

"And I'm afraid I'm forever comparing other women to you. It's not a fair comparison."

Paris propped on an elbow and absent-mindedly played with my penis as she kissed my chest and then my mouth.

"Oh, my. What have we here? Something is beginning to stand at attention."

I rubbed a thumb over a nipple. "Something here, too. Beginning to feel hard."

I slid down beside her body until I was at her feet. Each toe got a little massage and a kiss. I gradually kissed my way up her legs, stopping to circle her knees with my tongue. Kisses moved upward and she spread her legs in anticipation. The bare vulva looked kind of like a mouth, so I kissed it just like I would kiss her lips. She raised her hips but I continued upward toward her navel and thrust my tongue into it. Ever upward, until I circled her breasts with kisses, spiraling my way up and around them, all the way to the tip. She tried to hold my head there, but I spiraled back down and then up to her throat and neck, ending with her mouth.

I whispered in her ear "I can't believe what we just did wasn't enough, but I want more."

"Me too. Slower this time."

There was no need for further foreplay; we both seemed to be tingly from the previous event. I entered her slowly until fully sheathed. She rolled us over so she could be on top. While she bent to kiss me she began slowly moving her hips and I cupped her breasts. I let her control the tempo. Occasionally she stopped in a position where I was fully inside, and closed her eyes. "I like to feel you in there." She squeezed me and the warmth and soft wetness aroused me further. Time seemed to have no meaning for either of us.

She sat up and continued to move her hips, but squeezing me on every down stroke. I rubbed my thumbs over her nipples. She picked up the pace and soon I felt the familiar pulses around me. I followed by coming inside her, not hard like before, but an easy release that seemed to last longer but, although different, was just as satisfying.

She stretched out on top of me, keeping me inside. It's hard to explain how comfortable it felt.

Eventually she rolled off and maneuvered us into sleeping position, pulling the sheet up over us. I ran my hand over the fabric. "This is the softest bed sheet I've ever felt."

She laughed. "It's thousand thread count Egyptian cotton."

When she nestled up against me I put an arm around her and we soon fell asleep.

WEDNESDAY

I awoke to find Paris slipping out of bed. "What's up?"

As she pulled on sweat pants and a sweatshirt she said "Stay right here. I'm going to get breakfast. I'll be right back."

True to her word, she returned in about fifteen minutes. When she removed her sweats she slipped back into bed beside me.

"Miley, Cynthia and Selena are out cold on the sofa bed. The others must be in the bedroom. Let's not wake them."

She snuggled up to me with her face next to mine, kissed me and drew back with a grin. I was about to ask her what was up but before I could speak I felt her hand sliding up my thigh. She wrapped her fingers around me and squeezed. "Ready for an eye-opener?"

Before I could answer she ducked under the sheet and kissed my nipples, teasing them with her tongue, as she stroked the length of me with a light touch. I could manage to find one breast to fondle. I soon had to let go, however, as she began to kiss her way down my chest and abdomen. She took me in her mouth for tongue stroking.

She poked her head back out from under the sheet. "Do you like that?"

I nodded and she said "I like it too. Both doing and getting."

She encouraged me to slide lower in the bed and turned around to straddle me, her legs by my head. "Pull the sheet up over us so we're in the dark. It will be like having our eyes closed."

I pulled the sheet up over her bottom and my head. She took me in her mouth again and alternated sucking and tongue-stroking. I pulled her down so I could reach her bare vulva to suck on labia. When her clit appeared I sucked on it. I stroked the length of her from vagina to clit with my tongue and inserted my tongue into her.

"Let's try something. Get a good position on me and hold it. I'll do the same for you. Do you think we could do some sort of Tantra orally?"

I certainly had no idea how this would work, but thought I could give her maximum sensation orally and digitally. I sucked on one of her labia with my tongue pressed against it, then inserted a finger into her and pressed the upper surface of her vagina while I pressed down on her clit. Once in position I held it and was rewarded with several surges of wetness.

Meanwhile she had taken me in over halfway and held me there with her tongue pressing on me.

This was the strangest thing we had ever done. I knew to try and clear my mind and concentrate on what I was feeling. I felt the warmth and wetness of her mouth around me. Not as soft as her vagina, but I could feel slight changes in the position of her tongue as she swallowed. I felt each swallow. She twitched periodically and I felt it in my mouth.

We each absorbed the feelings. I felt the rising in me that indicated I was getting ready, and felt her pulse in the wall of her vagina. I had to swallow periodically myself due to her increasingly frequent discharges of sex fluid.

Her entire lower body drew in tight and I felt her squeeze my finger inside her. I so concentrated on what I was feeling inside of her that I lost track of what was happening to me. I tightened up and began to climax. Not a whole lot came out and she tried to swallow as it came out but gravity was partly against her and some dribbled out of her mouth. I slowed but she continued to hold me in. Suddenly I felt the pulsing within her tightening her grip in my finger. I had never noticed a change in a clit during climax before, but it seemed to respond in time to her vagina, pulsing. The movement was very slight, but distinctly noticeable in my heightened sensory mode.

She finished and released me from her mouth. She turned around and lay on top of me so we could feel each other along the length of our bodies, quietly holding our faces cheek to cheek.

Noises from outside indicated that others were up and the spell was broken. She rolled off and nestled against me. "How was that?"

"Different. Enjoyable."

"Me, too."

"I like the other way better."

"Me, too. But I thought we should give it a shot."

"I'm glad we tried it."

She sighed. "I guess we'd better get up before Miley eats everything. I wish we could be together every night."

"I do too. But the upside is that I appreciate you more after being with the others."

She laughed. "You know how to stroke a girl's ego."

"It's true." I reached for a breast. "But I'd really prefer to stroke something else."

When we made our appearance everyone was gathered around the table in various states of undress, feasting on the pastries and bread Paris had purchased. All eyes turned to us. Cynthia snickered "Well, what were you two up to last night? I thought Miley was in there until I saw her next to me."

"Well, Doug is just a super lover."

I almost spat out the coffee I was drinking and everyone laughed. I wiped my face and said "Now who's stroking who's ego?" However, Vanessa and Selena looked at me differently. Even Cynthia became subdued and thoughtful. I wasn't sure whether that boded well for when our turn came to be together.

Miley finally finished her breakfast. "Listen up all. Paris has some things planned for today and also this evening. I think the evening should be especially beneficial to our two princesses."

Vanessa and Selena scowled at Miley, who just laughed. "Seriously. Paris brought it up and I wondered why I didn't think of it myself. Tomorrow is supposed to be a crappy rainy day, so I think we'll do mostly indoor sports, although playing in the rain is not ruled out. Friday we are thinking of something else. It is supposed to be warmer and sunny, so we'll make use of that. Something daring perhaps? We'll just have to wait and see. And by the way, I think we should all thank Paris for interrupting what was obviously a delicious morning exercise to run out to get us breakfast."

There was a round of polite applause before Paris spoke up. "This is a beautiful city. I think Paris and New York are my favorites, that's why I keep apartments in both cities. Today we will explore a part of the city many never get to see. We will be doing some walking, but I think you'll like where we are going."

The group exited the Metro and walked up to the street, finding ourselves at the base of a hill, a little bewildered as to where we were.

Paris led us up a winding street past some old windmills that had been turned into restaurants. Near the top of the hill the street opened onto a square filled with artists displaying work and with some actively working - painting and sketching. Paris led us around to a particular place on the far side of the square.

"My favorite artist works here. Louis will do a portrait of you if you like. You can see examples of his work here and at my apartment. The portrait of me in my bedroom was done by Louis. If you'd rather have a caricature done or a pastel you can find someone who will do it for you. You can even get something not about you - a scene from Montmartre, where we are, or of some landmark or scene in Paris. Wander around. Bartering is expected by some, so don't be shy about haggling over the price. Some will work with you while you wait, others prefer to take a photo and work from that. Have fun. We'll eat at one of the cafes on the square and then go the rest of the way up for a spectacular view. This is one of my favorite places in all of Paris."

The group leaned in to look a Louis' work as he was finishing a portrait. When he looked up he brightened. "Mademoiselle Paris! How good to see you. I have something I have been saving for you."

Louis reached behind his work area and brought out an oil painting of a brilliant white church on a hill.

"Sacre-Coeur! Louis, I love it! Of course I must have it. I know just where I will hang it."

Paris completed her transaction with Louis and then said "Louis, I have brought some friends. I don't know how their tastes run, but one or more may be interested in having you do something. We only have until the weekend, though."

Louis looked at the assembled group. "For you I will put aside all other work."

I had been looking at the prices on some of the art he was displaying. It was very good, but I couldn't afford anything but a miniature. Paris gathered me, Chris and Cynthia together. "Miley and I have discussed it and decided that we will get anything you three want here. Don't pass up something because of price. I know you may not get to Paris again. Look at it as a once in a lifetime opportunity to get something from a real Parisian artist."

Vanessa and Selena had already decided to get a portrait done by Louis. Cynthia decided on a charcoal drawing instead of oil, and found an artist she liked. Chris and I weren't interested in a portrait, and browsed around until we each found something we liked. I found a unique view looking down on the Eiffel Tower, and Chris a windmill. The artists knew how to package the paintings for shipment. Paris knew where we could drop them off at a UPS place. We figured it would be easier to send them home than to wrestle with them on the plane.

We ate a café on the square. The area is popular with tourists and we noticed frequent looks our way. Miley said in a low voice to the others "remember how to handle it if they ask."

After we ate we stopped by to find Louis hard at work on the two portraits. He had taken a couple of Polaroid shots to help him. When we found him he was working from the photos sketching in the facial details. Already the one of Selena was beginning to look like Selena.

Paris led us up the rest of the way up the hill. At the top we saw the brilliant white church in the painting Paris had purchased. When we turned around I gasped to see the Eiffel Tower view in the art I had purchased. The city of Paris was laid out at our feet. The Eiffel Tower and another tall structure were easily visible, towered in the distance. Other tall modern buildings could be seen to the left and right.

Paris pointed across the river. "There is the Montparnasse station tower. It is a major train station with surface trains fanning out into the countryside and a hub for several levels of Metro lines below. The office tower built on top of it caused such an outcry that the city passed a law prohibiting tall structures in the historic area. They are confined to the business and government districts. They realized that a forest of office buildings would dwarf the Eiffel Tower, and wanted to keep it so the landmark could be easily seen from all over."

Although clouds were already building the view was terrific and we sat on benches to take it in. Even the local pigeons had their own house with a view.

On our way back down we stopped by the square again. The sketch of Selena was hanging up next to Louis' work area and he had started on Vanessa. A knot of tourists were observing and pointing. One teenage girl said "That's got to be Selena Gomez. The one he's working on looks familiar, too."

One of their group spotted us and nudged the girl in the ribs. She turned around and gasped. "There she is!"

Selena's first impulse was to turn and walk away, but Miley prodded her to ask the girl "Who?"

"You are...you look like Selena Gomez!"

Selena gave a laugh. "Yeah. I get that a lot. Do you really think I look like her?"

The girl suddenly looked doubtful, obviously trying to reconcile finding the real Selena Gomez right out in the open. 

Miley added "And I'm Miley Cyrus and we have here... let's see ...Vanessa Hudgens and Paris Hilton, too!"

The girl and the others on her group looked us over with growing skepticism.

Miley laughed "Glad we look so much like celebrities. The city of Paris has a number of nightspots that employ look-alikes. I mean get real. What on earth would such a varied bunch of celebrities be doing out together? What could they actually have in common?"

"But this guy is painting Selena!"

"Of course. Wait until he's finished and then you'd see the difference, but we think it is hilarious."

Paris said "I'll tell you what. Since you think we look so much like the real people why don't we take a picture of us with you. You can tease everyone back home with who you met in Paris."

The girl practically squealed with delight and gathered her friends and family together. Paris, Miley, Vanessa and Selena moved into the picture and Miley and Selena put arms around the girl's shoulders. They handed me their cameras and phones and I took a picture with each of them, handing them all back after the shots. 

Miley asked "Where are you from?"

"Akron, Ohio."

"Hope you're having fun. Well, have a nice stay in Paris."

The group walked off happy.

Selena exhaled sharply. "That was close."

Miley smiled "Nah. It works every time. We never told them we weren't real, but made them believe it on their own. They'll have a blast at home. Who knows, they may eventually find out that we really are who they think we are. I'll be she wets her pants when she finds out she actually rubbed shoulders with us."

I knew how Miley operated. "I'm guessing there was a reason for asking where they are from."

Miley grinned. "Maybe a little blurb in the Akron paper about how we met a group from Akron and took a group picture at Montmartre."

Cynthia laughed out loud "Typical Miley. She wants to give the bad girl image but is generous to a fault. The girl really will pee her pants when she or someone she knows reads that in the paper."

We marched back down the hill toward the metro to head back to the apartment.

We were puzzled when Paris and Miley turned away from the station entrance. This time we marched up to a building with a garish red windmill on the roof. The neon sign read 'Moulin Rouge'.

"And here," Miley announced, "is our evening's entertainment."

Selena said "Seriously?"

Vanessa said "I saw the movie. I think Nicole Kidman was in it. I didn't know it was a real place."

Paris smiled as she and Miley led us around to the stage door. We found ourselves in a swirl of milling people in various states of costume. Singers could be heard warming up. Paris and Miley huddled with a man wearing a vest and rolled-up shirtsleeves and we soon found ourselves emerging from the side of the stage into the house. We were shown to a semi-secluded table set in a sort of booth with plush upholstered sofa-like seating on a raised platform in the rear of the house facing the stage. We looked around at the theater as other patrons began filtering in from the lobby. Some located their seating similar to ours and others sat at tables in front of us nearer the stage but located on the lowest floor level. 

Part of the deal Paris had set up included a full dinner with champagne. Parts of the show were a bit corny but it all was entertaining. Dancers, acrobats, comedians. I saw the wheels turn in Miley's head when the dancers were on stage wearing costumes of feathers and bling and not much else. One of the acts was a dance by a couple, both nude above the waist. She wore some sort of feathered hat. His pants were tight and stretchy and she wore -I don't even know what to call it, but it showed all of her legs and barely covered the essentials. You never think about the muscles it takes to dance, but I found myself watching, not her breasts, but the ripple and flow of their leg muscles as they went through turns and lifts.

The show ended with a big production number with all the dancing cast members, feathers, bling and all.

Paris had us remain in our seats as the crowd streamed out. 

The man with the rolled up sleeves came out to greet us and lead us backstage where we could see everything that went into the show and to talk with some of the dancers. Paris is conversant in French, but the rest of us had to seek out English speakers. All the dancers knew of Miley and were thrilled to meet her, and quite a few knew of Selena and Vanessa. Some grabbed their phones to take selfies with the three of them.

A woman Paris had been talking to came over to the group and spoke in passable English. "I am Claudette, the choreographer for the show. I understand there has been some discussion of some of you incorporating aspects of our show into your own. I know Miley can dance and believe Selena and Vanessa can also."




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Selena raised a hand out parallel to the stage and wiggled her hand indicating 'just a bit.' Claudette laughed. "Well, I will teach you some things. In order to properly learn though, you need to be properly dressed. Follow me to costume and we'll see what we can do."

In a few minutes all the girls had on 'feathers ad bling' with high heels. Nothing covered the breasts. Selena seemed embarrassed, but Miley brushed her off. "Come on Selena. We've all seen your tits."

Selena crossed her arms over her chest. "That's in the apartment among friends. This is in public. All these people here can see us almost naked."

"I specifically asked Paris to set this up so you and 'Nessa can break out into more adult material. I want to learn some new things, too. Come on, give it a try."

Selena looked down at her 'blingy' bottom, stockings and high heels and considered the beaded vest, feathered headdress and boa. All she saw were her breasts, and it didn't matter to her that the others were dressed just like her.

Claudette led the girls onto the stage and the costumer crooked her finger at Chris and me. I completely understood Selena's embarrassment as we were asked to strip and put on some of the tight stretchy pants. We followed the girls onto the stage in bare feet. As we saw with the male dancers earlier we had bulges in our pants, they were so tight.

Miley and Selena looked much shorter than the show dancers and were told the girls in the show had to be at least five-eight. Cynthia looked like an absolute midget. Men had to be at least six-one, so I looked a bit short, but Chris would have made the cut.

Claudette showed the girls some basic moves and they caught on quickly, so some more complex moves were added. She turned on some recorded show music and counted the beat. She stood in front of the girls and turned to face the same direction they were and led them through the little routine she had taught them. Selena forgot her embarrassment and quickly got into the swing of it, concentrating on what she was doing rather than how she looked.

The music stopped and the girls were given a breather. Cynthia was doubled over with her hands on her knees, breathing heavily and Paris plopped herself down on the floor. Claudette turned to Chris and me. "Now we add the men."

Our turn to be embarrassed. I felt I had two left feet as I tried to learn steps, twirls and jumps.

"Now let's put it all together. On your feet ladies! Get in line."

This time Chris and I did our routine dancing among the girls. I must admit I think we did pretty good, all things considered.

"One more routine. The costumes aren't right, but we'll go with what we've got instead of swishy skirts and petticoats. It's time to learn the can-can. Gentlemen you have a part also."

A half hour later we were exhausted but exhilarated at the same time. My legs burned from all the jumping I did. Paris thanked Claudette for spending the time with us. Claudette raised a finger. "One moment, please. I think we need to have one more experience. You two gentlemen, choose a partner. Don't worry ladies, all will participate. The only thing you need to do now it remove the top part of your costume."

There was a gasp from Selena, and Miley laughed "Now you're talking!"

"Ladies and gentlemen, you've been very energetic. To cool down you'll do couples dancing. Just dance like you would at a ball or a gala."

I gravitated right to Paris and Chris chose Selena. We formed a dancing embrace and Claudette started slow dance music. I apologized to Paris before we started. "Sorry if I step on your feet. I'm not very good at this."

Paris was actually a wonderful partner and tried to step along with me. Even though I tried to concentrate on the steps I couldn't help but feel her breasts against my chest.

Claudette had us change partners regularly so Chris and I got to dance with each of the girls. I thought Vanessa tried to rub her breasts against me, and I know Cynthia did. Selena held herself back a little. I ended up with Miley, who practically crushed herself against me. "Waddaya think Douggie. Should we have a dancing game tomorrow?"

I laughed "Only you would think of something like that."

We thanked Claudette and the others who had hung around to offer pointers and watch us make fools of ourselves. On the way to the Metro station Miley talked with Vanessa and Selena. "I already have some ideas about costumes for my show. When I tour over here I can show some nipple. You two should spice up your acts with a little feathers and bling."

Selena said "Any bling I wear will be attached to a leotard, thank you."

"Come on, girl. Be adventurous. You don't always want to be associated with Biebs, do you? You need to appeal to an older audience."

"Maybe."

The first drops of rain began to fall just as we made it back at the apartment, where we all collapsed onto chairs and sofas, groaning. It didn't take Miley long to recover. "Time to prepare for tomorrow. Fun and games. Paris threw a monkey wrench into my rotation last night, so we pick it up tonight. Vanessa and Doug. Chris and Cynthia. Choose your beds!"

I said to Vanessa "I don't mean to put you off, but I am in serious need of a shower."

"Me too. How about I join you?"

We stripped down and stepped into the warm shower together. Vanessa sighed "God that feels good."

I put a bit of soap on my hands and began to massage her legs. She closed her eyes and groaned "Oh, that's nice."

I didn't have the oils but tried to emulate the massaging Paris and I did. Feet. Calves. Thighs. I worked my way up her back to her shoulders, neck and arms. I turned her around to do her abdomen, working up to her breasts. Unlike with Paris I spent some time there and her nipples hardened. That wasn't the only thing that hardened.

It had nothing to do with an actual massage, but I went down to her mound and massaged around in her trimmed hair. When I slipped my hand between her thighs she moved her knees apart. My fingers got wet and it wasn't from the water.

She pulled me up to kiss me. "That was just what I needed. Now it's my turn."

I don't think she had ever given a real massage before. Her fingers weren't as skilled as Paris', but I still felt the knots in my leg muscles loosening. My back and shoulders relaxed. She turned me around and rubbed her hands over my chest and abdomen before grasping me.

"Does this need a little something, too?"

It felt so good, and she showed she had some skill in that department. She bent to kiss my erection and then looked up at me. "I need some more massaging. Inside. Think you can manage that?"

I pulled her up to kiss her breasts and neck while she continued to work on me. She leaned back against the shower wall and rotated her hips forward so she could help guide me in. The wet warmth engulfed me. She leaned forward to rest her head on my shoulder. "Now massage. I'll try to do you, too."

She squeezed me and I began rhythmic thrusting. Vanessa groaned and matched my thrusts until we slammed against each other. She threw her head back "Yes! Oh, yes!. Yes, yes, yes, yes, YES, YESSSSS!" Her contractions finished me off and I filled her. When I finished I held her in a tight embrace, still inside.

"Sorry I was so quick, Vanessa. Watching you girls dance in those costumes and then dancing with you up against me had me primed."

"Maybe we can try for more when we get out."

No further coaxing was needed. I turned off the water and we stepped out to dry each other off. I admit I spent more time than necessary drying her breasts and between her thighs, and she spent a little extra time on me, too.

As we headed for the bedroom I called out "Next!"

Selena's voice could be heard "It's about time."

In the smaller bedroom Vanessa stopped by the side of the bed and turned to embrace me. I kissed her, and she maneuvered herself so my penis slid between her thighs. As I got harder I pressed up on her labia, and she opened so I could slide between them. She moved her hips so I rubbed against her clit.

She fell back onto the bed, pulling me with her. We rolled around, kissing and groping. I latched onto a breast and sucked hard on a nipple, while snaking my hand down to tease her clit. I kissed my way down through the trimmed triangle until I could nibble on her labia and stroke them with my tongue. I inserted fingers into her and sucked hard on her clit. She bucked her hips against me and I felt climax contractions around my fingers. She kept bucking and moaning until she reached another larger climax. 

She rolled me onto my back and sat on my chest so I could pleasure her as she liked, licking and sucking. Both hands were free to reach up to squeeze her breasts. With a loud moan she came again.

She slid down my body until she was astride my hips and rubbed my erection against her clit. For some reason it was really hot to watch her bury the tip between her labia and have it reappear after a flick on her clit.

She slid still further down to my knees and bent to take me in her mouth. Her tongue work was fabulous, and she could take me about three quarters of the way in. It had been enough time for me to recharge and I felt myself twitch in her mouth. She noticed also, and slid back up to my hips, raised up and impaled herself on me. She humped up and down for a few strokes and then bent forward to kiss me and rock back and forth. I kneaded her breasts as I slid in and out of her. As I began to tense up she rocked harder and I released inside her, pulse after pulse. When I was finished she paused for a moment and began rocking again before I could soften. Shortly I felt her contractions as she climaxed again with a moan.

She laid on my chest with me still inside her and we basked in the afterglow together.

When she finally rolled off she caressed my cheek. "I like that you did me first. I don't usually get that. Thanks."

I ran my fingers through her dark hair. "The pleasure was mine. I honestly think we could have stopped then and I would have been happy. I enjoy pleasing women. Your continuing was icing on the cake."

It was late and we had had a physically rigorous evening, so we pulled the covers up over us and went to sleep.

THURSDAY

When I awoke I thought it must be very early, as there was little light coming in around the window drapes. Then I heard the soft patter of rain on the roof and remembered that rain had been forecast.

Vanessa wasn't awake yet. During the night the covers had been kicked around until they were only on our legs. She slept on her side facing me, so I took time to study her. Her skin was smooth and soft and her dark hair, not quite as thick as Selena's, partially covered her face. I brushed it aside and she stirred, fluttering her eyes open.

"Sorry to wake you. I just wanted to look at your face. You have lovely dark, almost almond shaped eyes."

She smiled and rolled onto her back and stretched, giving me a great view of her round breasts. I couldn't help but to reach out and gently caress one.

"That would feel good if my body didn't hurt so much. I dance when I perform, but that dancing in heels with all those kicks...my feet and legs just hurt."

"Mine too. I didn't do as much as you, but I'm not used to it at all. I didn't know if I would make it up out of the Metro station when we got back. That shower felt good. Everything about it."

She laughed. "Yeah. I was ready for a release, too."

I threw the covers off and began to rub her feet. "Oh, that feels so good."

I put what I had learned from massaging Paris to work as I move up to her calves. I knew where my legs hurt, so I concentrated on those parts of her legs. Moving up to her thighs I paid special attention to the front of them, from her hips to her knees. She groaned "God. Keep it up, please."

I wished I had some of that oil Paris had, but had to work on dry skin. I continued to work from her feet to her hips several times. At the top I only ran my thumbs in the crease between her body and legs, but did reach around as best I could to squeeze and massage her butt.

She sat up and eased me back onto the bed so she could do the same for me. When she reached the top of my thighs she said "Uh, oh. Somebody has some morning wood. Gosh, it looks like it may need some attention, too."

Without waiting for an answer she began using two hands on me. She pushed it back against my body and used the heel of her hand to massage it. She grasped and twisted her hands in opposite directions. She wrapped a hand loosely around me and slid it up and down. "Do you like that?"

I nodded vigorously and she smiled as she continued to work on me. She straddled my hips and rubbed the tip between her labia as she had done the night before. "I saw how you liked it when I did this last night. Today I'll add something."

She watched my face for reactions and apparently saw what saw was looking for. She slid down to my knees and bent forward to kiss the tip and tease it with her tongue. She pressed it back against my body and gave one long, slow lick from base to tip and then kissed her way back down. She repeated that two or three times before releasing me to spring upward. She teased the tip with her tongue and took me partway in. Several times she drew her head back so I came out and she licked around the tip. I think I groaned. She held me in her hand. "About ready?"

I gasped out a "yes!"

She smiled, licked the tip once more and took me halfway in, swirling her tongue all around me. When I tensed she pulled back to finish me with her hand. When the main spurts were finished she took me back into her mouth and sucked out the last of it out as she slowly withdrew me from her mouth once again, her lips squeezing me all the way out. When I was out she licked her lips and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. 

"That was for what you did for me last night, and for the massage this morning. I don't do that often, but you earned it. Sorry I didn't take it in, but I'm not up to that yet. Maybe sometime later. I kind of like watching it spurt out. It's fun to think that I caused something so visible to happen." She wiped off my abdomen with a corner of the bedsheet.

I pulled her forward to kiss her. "That was wonderful. Thank you." I held her and ran my hands up and down her back. A finger dipped into her and was immediately drenched. I nibbled on a nipple and kissed her neck and throat while massaging a breast. 

I felt her squeeze my finger and I curled it inside while pressing on her clit with my thumb. I pinched my finger and thumb together to squeeze the part of the clit hidden within her, and she almost sat up with a gasp. She pulled me into a kiss as she tensed and came with a flurry of contractions around my finger. I slid it in and out several times as her contractions continued and she whimpered until she fell back onto the bed. She put a hand over mine to prevent me from withdrawing as she laid there with her eyes closed.

At last she completely relaxed and I withdrew to caress her face. She whispered "Thank you."

I kissed her. "And you earned that."

The smell of coffee soon had us up. I pulled on some underwear and Vanessa pulled on some red panties. It was noteworthy that she remained topless, a sign that this time with Miley was beginning to have an influence on her.

We found Chris and Cynthia sitting up in the sofa bed drinking coffee and eating croissants. From the glistening on Chris' penis and the layers of towels on the bed it appeared they had been active this morning also.

The other three were in the kitchen pouring coffee. Miley padded around completely nude, Paris wore pink lacey panties and Selena wore a matching black bra and panty set.

The five of us sat around the dining table and were joined shortly by Chris and Cynthia. Miley was enthusiastic "I'm so glad Paris suggested that show at Moulin Rouge. I have a million ideas of how to incorporate elements into my show. In fact, I'm texting my people back in LA to start work on some ideas I've got. I can't wait to do a show over here so I can come out in feathers and bling. I see several strands of pearls and maybe some gold chains. I can drape them just so they fall between my tits and show off my tits, nipples and all. FREE THE NIPPLE!" She raised her fist as she said that last and Chris almost had coffee run out of his nose while Paris and Cynthia laughed, Vanessa smiled and Selena looked shocked.

"Come on, Selena. Don't you want to try it?"

"Uh, uh."

"Coward." Miley paused to purse her lips a moment and then turned to Paris. "Paris, I want to talk to you later. I have an idea."

Paris laughed ""I can't wait to hear this. You have some imagination."

Cynthia rubbed her legs. "Is anybody else here sore this morning? I can hardly walk."

Everyone else nodded. Vanessa said "Doug and I had a hot shower last night and he gave me a nice leg massage this morning, so I don't feel as sore as I did earlier."

Paris said "Didn't I tell everyone Doug was super in bed? Not just sex, but all the other stuff he does, too. I am not at all surprised at what you are telling us, Vanessa."

Selena added "I second that."

Miley was quick to praise Chris. "Well Chris is a real athlete. He can just keep going like the Eveready battery bunny. I bet he could come ten times a day."

Chris laughed. "Maybe not ten, but I do recharge quickly." He looked at me. "That's the advantage of youth."

Paris joined in "And Doug shows us the advantage of experience. It's good we will all get to experience both. I think by the end of the week we should all be well satisfied."

Miley interrupted the train of conversation. "The merits of our men here are not under debate. What we are here for is fun. As predicted, today is chilly and rainy, so we might as well use the time we have indoors. I have a number of ideas of games to play. Last night gave me even more ideas. Let's finish eating and then go get dressed and we'll let the games begin!"

We wondered why she wanted us dressed as we cleaned up the breakfast dishes. When we had pulled on some clothes and wandered into the living room we found Miley had set out five dining room chairs.

Selena had on a tee shirt and ripped shorts, Vanessa wore Daisy Dukes and a button front short sleeve shirt. Paris wore a short floral dress and Cynthia wore leggings and an oversize men's shirt. Chris and I had on jeans and Chris had a tee shirt while I had a sport shirt. Miley had remained naked.

Miley explained as she set the chairs in sort of a circle, facing out. "I like strip games. We've all seen each other naked, but there is still some excitement in stripping. Here is our first game. Anybody guess what it is?"

I said "It looks like musical chairs."

"Bingo! Strip musical chairs!"

Vanessa asked "Just how does that work?"

"Well, I'm already naked so I'll do the music. Whoever doesn't find a chair takes something off."

Chris said "Sheesh. That can take forever. There's no guarantee losers will be distributed evenly."

"Hmm. You're right. I'm going to take another chair away so there will be two losers each time. How's that?"

Cynthia grumbled "Sounds like a harebrained scheme if you ask me. What happens when someone loses everything?"

"Glad you asked. If the two losers are both naked they must kiss and fondle each other for one minute. If only one is naked I fill in for the other one."

Cynthia responded "Yeah, I get it. You set it up so you get your jollies more than everyone else."

"Right-o Cyn. You think up the game you set the rules. You want different rules? Think up your own game. Places, everyone!"

The four chairs were arranged so was a bit of a space that had to be negotiated between them.

Miley put on a CD, the latest one Selena had put out. When the music started Selena rolled her eyes at the selection. Miley turned her back to the group so she couldn't see where anyone was positioned. When she hit the stop button there was a scramble and Paris and Vanessa were left standing. Vanessa unbuttoned her shirt and shrugged it off and Paris grumbled that had she known she would have worn something different as she dropped her dress to the floor and kicked it aside.




Miley and Friends Ch. 07



The week draws to a close with the group travelling home. Selena gets an inspiration and strikes a record deal. Doug, Paris, Chris and Cynthia join the Mile High Club. At Doug's house Miley has another challenge for Paris.

*****

SATURDAY

True to her word I awoke to find Miley had mounted my morning erection. She leaned forward to rub her breasts on my chest. "Wake up, sleepyhead."

"What time is it?"

"Quarter till light."

"Huh?"

"Fuck if I know. I'm just horney and ready to jump your bones."

"Go easy on me, please."

"Or what?"

"I'll think of something. Maybe not today, but I'll think of something sometime."

She laughed "I'll take a chance."

She did go slow and easy. "Is this what you wanted last night, a nice warm pussy?"

"Um hm."

I wasn't fully awake and at first thought it was all a dream. She picked up speed for a bit and then slowed back down. "I like the way you feel inside, but I'd like to feel something else."

She slowed until she was still and then slid her body up my chest until I popped out. She reached back to give me a few strokes and then moved further up on my chest. "This is what I want to feel."

I grabbed her butt and pulled her forward the last couple of inches until my tongue could pleasure her. "I like what you do down there. I'm already hot."

That she was. Hot and wet. I took each of her labia lips in my mouth and sucked on them. I ran the flat of my tongue along each side. I spread her wide with my fingers to give long licks from vagina to clit. I teased out the clit and sucked on it, flicking her clit ring with my tongue. With one hand I reached up to fondle a breast and with the other I inserted two fingers into her. My fingers worked in and out, with curling motion, and she got wetter and wetter. When I removed my fingers I thrust my tongue into her and she moaned with pleasure. 

She began a writhing and thrusting motion against my mouth. My tongue returned to her glistening clit and I resumed my finger fuck, picking up the pace. I knew she liked that because that is what Cynthia and Paris did with her. Her hips worked against my hand and tongue and her breathing became ragged. 

I worked furiously with the finger fuck. Suddenly she bent over and yanked my head tight against her. I sucked on whatever I could reach as she writhed. Her head flew back and out came a real Miley scream. I felt strong pulses around my fingers and they got even wetter.

When she was finished she held me against her for a few moments, finally releasing my head. My face around my mouth was completely wet. She ran her fingers through my hair.

She slid back down my body and bent over to kiss me. I caressed both breasts.

She whispered to me "Last night you were in my ass hole, this morning you have been in my pussy hole. I think it's time to go for the trifecta."

She pushed my legs apart and bent over to take me in her mouth. I would have liked to have stayed inside her, but the way she used her lips and tongue was almost as good. When she felt me about to lose it she backed off and squeezed me around the base. "Not yet. I'm not finished with you yet." When I had calmed down she licked long strokes from base to tip, each one ending with a swirl of the tongue around the tip. She took me in deep and bobbed her head. She pulled back so I was just inside her mouth and wrapped her tongue around me.

This time she didn't stop. When she felt me tighten she plunged me all the way in. A few last strokes of her tongue had me shooting down her throat. I didn't have to pull her head forward like you see in some blow job videos. She did it herself. I was in all the way to my balls. When I finished and began to soften a little she snaked her tongue out and teased them. Eventually she pulled back slowly, sucking hard as she did.

"Which hole do you like the best?"

"I can't answer that. What you do with your mouth is heavenly, and your pussy is divine. The ass fuck was okay, but not my favorite."

"At least you tried it. Would you do it again if I asked you to?"

"Anything for you, Miley."

She rested her head in the crook of my shoulder just as Paris appeared on her way to pick up fresh baked goods for breakfast. "Did somebody die out here? I swear I heard someone dying."

I laughed "She screamed, but I'm the one who died."

Miley reached down to hold me. "Not completely dead."

When Paris returned the others stumbled out for breakfast. I must say I was getting used to the French pastries. I'll never look at a doughnut with equal longing.

"Cynthia," I asked "you never told how you pulled it off last night to not leave a puddle on the deck or a river running down your legs."

She and Chris laughed out loud, and Chris shook his head in disbelief at what he had learned.

"Well, I am always prepared for such an eventuality. It sounds gross, but I have some of those Depends things that I can cut a small hole in, for access. I also have some of those panties with a split crotch. It's not ideal, but it works."

After we ate, Cynthia checked her text messages. "Hot damn!" she said as she began a series of texts. This was a routine she had every morning, but this morning was different. She must have spent a half hour sending messages back and forth with someone. At last she put her phone down and clapped her hands.

"Click, click, click!"

"What the hell is that, Cyn?" Miley asked.

"That, my dear, is the sound of dominoes falling

"What does that mean?"

"Well, boss, as you asked I have been trying to set up some meetings next week for you, Vanessa and Selena when we return to LA. Guess what? You don't have to wait until next week. You can meet with Sid, Sy and Morris on the plane going back to the states. They are all over here right now."

"I can tell by your look that there is a catch."

"Well, they are over here...sort of. On this side of the Atlantic. The three of them are in London and the plane is at Gatwick. If we can get there by tomorrow morning we can all fly back with them on the corporate jet. You can have the meeting on the plane."

Miley drummed her fingers on the table. "That means we need to leave here for London instead of flying out of here directly. Can you...?"

"Already checked, boss. There are a few seats here and there on the short-hop flights to London, but it doesn't seem possible to get us all on one plane. The weekends appear to be when a lot of people fly back and forth. We can however, take the train back today and stay at a hotel at the airport. Want me to book rooms?"

"See what you can do. Everyone else, I guess this means we have to pack up early to leave. Security to get on the train is just like at the airports, so we need to leave enough time. Paris, I had hoped we could help you put this place to rights before we left."

"I'm going with you."

"Huh?"

"I have a meeting next week with Amelia Bedello to plan the layout of my book."

"You have a book?"

"I'm not illiterate."

"I know, but what are you...?"

"I'm writing about some of my experiences. I've got a flash drive with personal photos to add to the text. Amelia is helping me with that as well as helping me tie up some loose ends on the project. I also have a couple of promotional appearances scheduled. And don't worry about this place. I have someone coming in to take care of it. You may have noticed that the days we were out touring the city we came back to a clean apartment. Marie has been working for me for as long as I've had this place. She is very discrete."

"Okay. Cyn, make that a reservation for seven."

"Gotcha."

By the afternoon we were streaking across the French countryside on the two hour trip to London. I looked at the scenery more carefully this time. "What a beautiful country," I mused.

"I love it." Paris said. "Despite all the jokes some Americans make about it the people are very friendly and helpful. If you treat them with respect they do the same for you. I'm afraid some Americans come over and think they own the place or that they are in the fifty-first state or something. When they act arrogantly they are not respected."

Again I was struck by how little sensation of speed there was. An American train would be noisy with clicky-clack, and swaying cars. The Eurostar is smooth and quiet. No clickety-clack at all. You can sit a full drink on a table and it won't slosh or spill.

We eventually found ourselves at an Embassy Suites at the airport. It turned out we got the last two rooms. For appearance purposes I checked in one room for four - me, Paris, Chris and Selena. Cynthia checked in herself, Miley and Vanessa in the other room.

The suites each had a bedroom with a king bed, and a living room with a sofa bed. There was also a small kitchen area. The two suites had a connecting door, which was nice.

We decided to chance eating at the hotel restaurant, but split up with Paris, Selena and Cynthia at one table and me, Vanessa, Miley and Chris at the other. The idea was to look like typical travelers. It seemed to work, as nobody paid us much attention.

After dinner we hung out together and talked about the week. We all showed the strain of the pace we had kept up during our stay in Paris. Of course, Miley ordered a bedtime snack for all of us.

Around twelve we all retired. In our room Miley said that Paris shouldn't be hogged by me, and 'assigned' me and Selena as one couple and Chris and Paris the other. We flipped a coin for beds and Chris won the big one, so Selena and I took the sofa bed. While we had been at dinner the hotel staff had prepared it for us.

Selena got in bed first. I thought she looked so young with the covers pulled up around her. I turned out the light and already heard 'activity' from the other room. Selena heard them, too, looked at me. "Are we going to do that, too?"

I touched her face, surrounded by her lush hair. "Only if you want to. If you've had enough this week and just want to sleep I'm okay with it."

"I...I...think I might like to do just that. Are you sure you're not disappointed?"

"I've never been about making anyone do something they don't want to do."

"Thanks."

I closed my eyes and started to drift off when I felt a hand on my chest. "Are you asleep?"

"Not yet."

"I've been thinking about what you said. You really would just let me go to sleep, wouldn't you?"

"Yes."

"I'm not used to that. Listen, I don't want to be a party pooper, so we can..."

"You're not a party pooper. And I still say that you don't have to do anything you don't want to do."

"Well, I've been thinking that maybe I do want to. I do just because of what you said. You haven't tried to talk me into it. I find that kind of a turn-on. You're the first guy I've been in bed with who hasn't been all over me. I mean, this week with you and Chris has been one thing because it was the point of the week. But other times."

She rolled on her side facing me and rubbed my chest. "I want to if you do."

I caressed her face and ran fingers through her hair and she added "I definitely would like to."

I kissed her and cradled a breast in my hand. She sighed "I like the way you take your time. It makes me feel good."

"I will tell you the one thing that has bothered me with you this week is how young you look."

She sighed. "I know. Lots of people think I'm a little girl in high school. I want them to think of me as grown up. That's why I came this week. I was hoping to at least feel older. But it's hard. I was scared to death to go out on that stage without a top. But I told myself that it was part of the maturing process for someone like me."

I rubbed a thumb over a nipple and she said "Mmmm." Her hand wandered south until she grasped me and giggled. "You know what's funny? You and Chris are both bigger than Bieber, and he thinks he is such a stud. I like holding you or Chris in my hand better than him. Of course, as soon as I would touch him he was all over me. I never got a chance to really feel what a man feels like. I think it makes me feel powerful to know that I made your body react this way. Can I look at it?"

"Be my guest."

She giggled again as she pushed the covers down and bent to examine me closely. "Look how it twitches when I touch it a certain way. That is so cool. I never took time with you or Chris this week to do anything but react. The other morning I held it but didn't really look at it."

She turned her brown eyes towards mine. "I think I want to try something else I've never done before. I watched Miley do it, but she can be gross sometimes. Vanessa said she did it. Would you mind if I licked it?"

I shook my head and she turned her attention back to what was in her hand. She bent and tentatively stuck out a tongue to touch the tip. I twitched and she seemed delighted at the reaction. Gradually she became bolder and licked almost the length of it. She took the tip in her mouth and played on it with her tongue. Slowly she took in more until she reached a gag point and pulled back. "I don't see how Miley can shove it all inside her mouth. I think I would throw up."

"Please don't do that. That would be a real turn-off."

She laughed again and played her tongue around it while she held me in her hand. She scooted up beside me "That was kind of cool. I thought it would be nasty. I sort of liked it. I might like it better if I practiced some. I would have to find the right guy to practice with."

Her genuineness and honesty was endearing. I circled her navel with a finger and continued down into the trimmed patch of black hair. I laid my hand on top of her sex and felt the heat and dampness emanating from it. She placed both hands on my chest and sighed. 

One finger pressed inward into the yielding flesh, and was immediately soaked with wet warmth. My other hand played with a breast, gently kneading and rubbing the nipple, and she moaned softly. 

I slid my finger up and down, briefly entering her and she moaned again. "Do you like it when I do what you just did to me?"

"Oh, yes!" she panted, so I kissed a breast and then slowly kissed lower until my tongue joined my finger. When I withdrew my hand I began to use my tongue to search for her clit. When I sucked on it she gasped. I touched her entrance with my finger once again and it was as if she tried to pull it in.

I slid up to kiss her neck and throat and to circle her breasts with kisses. She threw her legs open in invitation. With the way she touched me earlier and with her open desire I felt it would be quick. Slowly I slid in, savoring the feeling of being slowly enveloped, and she moaned every inch of my entry. She threw her legs around me and thrust her hips against me. I slammed against her a few times and then slowed to prolong the sensations of being inside her. I looked into her dark eyes, eyes wide with desire. Suddenly she didn't look like a little girl any more. She looked like a woman in the throes of sexual delight.

I held still for a few moments to hold onto the feeling, but she exuded urgency, so I began again to thrust against her. Her own thrusting became wilder and she mewled with pleasure. Just as I couldn't hold back any longer I felt her contractions around me, her contractions against my pulses.

I withdrew and rolled off of her. We lay on our sides facing each other, breathing heavily.

She caressed my face. "That's the way a man should treat a woman, with respect."

I caressed her face and stroked her now tangled hair. "And when a woman gives herself willingly that is when both partners feel real pleasure."

She flopped onto her back and stared at the ceiling. "I want to be less reserved, I really do. I just don't think I can be wild like Miley."

"Miley is Miley. You are you. Do what is best for you. You need to determine how provocative you want to be as you get older."

"Yes! That's it!" She turned her head and kissed me. "All week I've been trying to fit into Miley's mold. But I'm me. I don't have to run around topless. I don't have to screw around publicly. I am me, and I'll do it my way. I can let loose in private, and maybe even make my songs more appealing to adults. The girls who have followed me are growing up also. They are facing the same decisions. Maybe they need Miley and me to offer different choices for them. Taylor Swift has pulled it off, and so can I."

"Sounds like this week has been profitable for you after all."

"I've got to thank Miley. And I thank you for making me see things clearly. I just want to jump out of bed and write a song about it."

"Is that how it works?"

"Sometimes. Sometimes a tune runs through my head and I search for lyrics to fit. Sometimes words tumble out waiting for a tune and someone writes one for me. The best songs I have written have been when both occurred together."

She threw off the covers and rummaged through her suitcase until she found her notebook.

"You're serious?"

"Yes! Please don't let me disturb you. In the quiet of the night I do my best work. It can be edited and refined later, but I've got to get it out. You can't help, so please rest."

She pulled on some panties and turned on a light at the desk. She flipped through the notebook until she found what she was looking for, and began to write furiously. Completely engrossed in her work she ignored me. I was interested to see an artist at work, but was physically and mentally drained and was asleep within minutes.

SUNDAY

I awoke with Chris and Paris milling around the suite getting dressed. Selena had her arms crossed on her notebook and was slumped over resting her head on her arms, sound asleep. I left her alone, but she stirred soon enough. She seemed groggy at first, but soon jumped up from her seat. "I've got a new song! Doug helped me think it through. You've all helped with what you've done this week."

Paris said "We don't have much time to get ready and find the place to meet the plane. They said they wanted to leave by eleven."

Selena bounced around the room joyously, hugging and kissing each of us. "Ooh, I need a shower before we go. I also need something else. Doug, come with me."

She took my hand and led me into the bathroom. When the water was warm she led me into the shower with her. "After my explosion of creative energy last night I need something. I've never felt the need before, but I need one more release. Can you do what you did last night, before we did it together?"

I kissed her and fondled her breasts before slowly sinking to my knees. She opened for me and I played in the dark forest for a moment and then kissed her as I would her mouth, even to using tongue in the same way. She threw her head back. "That's it. Keep it up, please."

I used my fingers to help, but tried to mostly take various parts of her in my mouth, sucking. There was something else that I had noticed during the week. Her taste. It was heavenly, and I did all I could to get her to produce more of that wonderful taste. I spread her wide and licked until she shuddered and my tongue sensed contractions around her entrance. I thrust my tongue in and sucked out everything I could. She laughed out loud with pure pleasure. "OOH I NEEDED THAT!"

I got up and embraced her. She held me out from her by my shoulders. "What about you?"

I just smiled. "It's okay."

Again the laugh. She grasped me and began to pump. She dropped to her knees and took me in her mouth, teasing me with her tongue. I felt she needed the courtesy, so I warned her "Uh, I'm almost ready to..."

She stood up and held me in her hand, squeezing and tugging until I shot out all over her hand and legs. "WOO, THIS IS FUN! LOOK WHAT I DID!" She laughed some more. We got her rinsed and then dried off. She needed the hair dryer, so I went out to finish getting ready at the other sink.

Paris called in "Come on, Selena! We can't miss the plane."




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Selena bounded out, full of energy. "No, I don't want to miss the plane. I have something to show them."

At the plane we were all introduced to the executives. Sid and Morris from the record label and Sy was with a video production company that often worked with the record label. We went up the steps into the plush jet, and it was a very confident Selena who marched up the stairs. I wondered where this Selena had been all week. The one I knew was shy and reserved.

The plane was a corporate version of a small commercial jet, probably originally seating seventy-five or so. Now the interior had about twenty generously wide seats, some singly and some in pairs, and several bunks with real beds and curtains to keep out light. Towards the rear there was a galley. There were a number of plush seats for reading or conversing, and a small conference table. Two lavatories were located in the rear, each larger than the little closets on commercial planes. The pilot, copilot and flight attendant met us and introduced themselves. Miley and Sid conferred with the pilots, who then disappeared into the cockpit.

We were soon airborne and the flight attendant offered wine or cocktails all around. There was some general chit-chat and then the three executives sat down at the table with Miley, Vanessa and Selena. Selena pushed her night's work in front of them and they passed it around and studied it, nodding heads. Selena sold them on it, and they agreed that with a little tweaking it could be a hit. With that negotiations began. The others had ideas, too, so it appeared it would be a long session. It was a good thing the flight to New York would be eight hours.

We were offered some lunch (on real china) and Paris sat next to me to eat. Chris and Cynthia sat across the aisle. After lunch Paris excused herself and I ordered a Bailey's on the rocks. When Paris returned she gave me a sly smile, so I knew something was up. I finished my drink and took the glass back to the galley. Paris had asked me to bring us a blanket and pillows, so I returned to the seat with them.

I asked "ready for a nap?"

She grinned "You might say so. How about we put these seats back and take one together?"

The seats folded back flat and the armrest swung out of the way to make one bed of sorts. She put the pillows down and turned on her side, facing away from me. "Why don't you snuggle up?"

I soon was spooned against her. She covered us with the blanket, wiggled her rear against me and whispered "I just went and removed all my underwear. Every bit of it. What do you think of that?"

I draped an arm over her and could feel her breast through her shirt. It suddenly dawned on me what she had in mind. "Tantra?"

"Uh huh."

She reached back to unzip me while I fondled her breast. When she felt me poking between her legs she opened slightly and guided me in from the rear. She was already wet and snuggled back as far as she could. The familiar wet warmth engulfed me. I don't know why it was so erotic to be inside her and not move. I had learned to close my mind to other things and just feel the sensations. I held the breast in my hand and felt the softness and warmth of it.

She occasionally rocked slightly. I felt a feeling wash over me, a feeling of contentment. She sighed several times. I have no idea how long we were like that, as there was no time reference, only the experience of feeling. I felt her abdomen tighten and that was followed by pulsing in her vagina. Her breathing picked up for awhile, but settled back down. After another unknown time she had stronger contractions, and this time her contractions set me off. It was not a super climax, but a long and satisfying one, slower than usual.

I glanced over at Chris and Cynthia and saw them in roughly the same position. They were apparently trying it out. It was more obvious what they were doing as they couldn't hold still.

I kissed Paris on the neck, and she turned her head for a real kiss. "How was that? I thought it was very satisfying."

I replied "For me, too. We've been so busy this week and have engaged in, shall we say, some vigorous activity. This was a perfect way to end it."

"Maybe it's not ending."

"What does that mean?"

She smiled cryptically and snuggled back against me. I had slipped out of her and was lying on her leg. She opened her thighs slightly and closed them over me so she could rub her thighs together a couple of times. She pulled away slightly so I was freed again, and I tucked myself back into my pants. My arm went back around her to caress a breast again. I noticed that Chris and Cynthia were finished with whatever they had been doing and were sitting up laughing together.

Eventually she threw off the blanket and went back to the lavatory. I raised my seat back up and the attendant asked if I needed anything. I shook my head and she started away, but turned back. "Just what were you two doing? I know what they were doing over there, and the way your faces reacted it looked like you both were, shall we say, satisfied?"

Felt myself turning red.

She laughed. "It happens all the time on here. Sid or Morris often seduce or are seduced by sweet young things. I've seen it all, even females running around naked or in their underwear. But you two didn't move. What's up with that? You can't tell me you weren't doing it."

Paris returned just in time to save me. "It's a trick we learned. Better sex through concentration!"

The attendant shook her head. "Now I've heard everything. As I was telling him, there's no need to be embarrassed. Most of the sex that takes place on this plane is out in the open and noisy. By the way, I'm paid to be discrete, so you don't have to worry about anything. And, welcome to the mile high club."

I looked at Paris quizzically and she laughed and explained what the mile high club was. "And, I think we can add Chris and Cynthia to the list as well."

The negotiations at the table had been going on all this time. They took a break and we were served another meal. After eating the group gathered around the table once more.

Paris and I talked and dozed until we heard the Captain announce "We are beginning our descent into Raleigh-Durham. Estimated arrival in thirty minutes."

I looked at Paris. "I thought we were going to New York."

"Change of flight plans. Why should you have to take another flight when we are perfectly capable of making our stop somewhere other than New York? We're not a scheduled flight."

The table meeting broke up and the girls joined us in the seats. Selena was elated. "They love my new song! I think we may have a deal for recording and a music video."

Vanessa was pleased at a possible video deal.

Miley sat behind me and Paris. She leaned over my seat back "How would you like some company tonight? Paris and I could get off the plane with you and we could have a debriefing about the weekend."

"Are you serious? After what happened last time?"

Paris said "About that. I know it is presumptuous of us but we were wondering if maybe we could stay with you instead of at the hotel. We'll understand if you'd rather we stayed there."

"What if photographers find out? And what about the others?"

"The others are continuing on to LA. Selena and Vanessa have work to do on their agreements. Cynthia will stand in for me. Believe me; she can hold their feet to the fire. They'd rather deal with me than her, so I know I'll come out ahead. As for the other concern, who is to tip them off?"

"I sure won't. How long do you think you'll stay?"

"Maybe just overnight. Maybe a couple of days. We all need to decompress a bit, and will all be on the same jet lag schedule."

Due to crossing the time zones we had landed at just after two in the afternoon. 

The jet taxied up to the general aviation terminal, and our luggage was unloaded. Selena hugged me and thanked me for the inspiration. Her song 'Butterfly" had been enthusiastically received. "And, during the breaks I wrote the words for two more! I want to call them 'Strong and "Be Me.' I'm so excited! If you're ever in California you can stay at my house." 

Vanessa gave me a kiss and said she'd like to keep in touch. Cynthia embraced me and said if I ever came to visit Miley, not to forget her. She winked at me and said that we might make a successful threesome. "Hey, Miley and I can use our new toy and she can give you a blow job at the same time. Wouldn't that be a hoot?"

We visited as the plane was refueled for the last leg of the flight. The four of us watched the plane depart and I had everyone relax in the terminal while I retrieved my car. For some reason I wasn't worried about Miley or Paris being recognized because, frankly, we all looked like hell. I picked them up and headed home, unsure what would come of this new development.

In the car I asked Chris how he and Cynthia managed on the plane. He laughed and said "Just like the other night. She cut a hole in her special garment. Afterwards she went to the lavatory and switched back to regular undies. She is an amazing woman." 

At my house we carried in all the luggage and I pulled the car into the garage. We all flopped down in the living room, and I had an idea.

"You know, Chris' folks probably think all this stuff about Miley Cyrus and Paris Hilton is just something Chris made up. I will need to shop for food if we're all going to stay here, so I wondered if we ordered pizza and invited Tom and Susan over for dinner."

Chris looked horrified, but the girls thought it was a great idea. For the six of us we ordered four large pizzas - one double cheese, one meat lovers, one veggie and one with the works. Something for everyone.

Tom and Susan were pleased to come and offered to bring beer. I found a couple of bottles of wine in the pantry and two six-packs in the 'fridge.

The pizza arrived at the same time as Tom and Susan. They were dumbfounded to find Miley Cyrus and Paris Hilton in my house. 

Even though we had eaten two meals on the plane we were really hungry, as our bodies thought it was about eleven PM. We ate until we were stuffed, and filled the new guests in on the week in Paris as well as our previous meetings. Well, as much as was appropriate. Tom asked me "We've watched basketball together every weekend, and you never mentioned something like this?"

"I'm not one to brag, and I wanted to protect these girls's privacy."

"Does this mean you and Chris...?"

Chris buried his face in his hands. Miley clapped her hands n delight. "Yes! It does! And both of them are wonderful. Everyone in Paris agreed that Doug is a pleasure to be with because he is so respectful of women, and Chris is a real athlete."

Paris added "Although there were times with Doug..."

Susan said "I can't believe what I'm hearing."

Paris got a mischievous grin and came over to me, bent down and planted one on me. "Does this make a believer of you?"

Chris looked like he wanted to crawl under the table. I looked at him and said "Come on, Chris. Your folks know you have sex with your 'girl of the moment.' They often laugh about how women are attracted to you."

"But...but...this is...well it's just embarrassing. I don't talk about sex in front of my parents."

Tom stared at his son. "And we don't talk about sex in front of you, either. It doesn't mean we don't do it."

Chris switched his stare to his mother, who said "Oh come on now. You're a grown man. Do you think we stopped having fun in the bedroom once we had you? Frankly, it's been better since you left."

The girls laughed as Chris covered his face with his hands again. I said "You don't have any trouble performing when I'm around, and I'm your parent's age and their friend. You don't seem surprised that I have sex, although I must admit that Miley's and Serena's age troubled me at first." I went on to explain about Miley's theory of souls at play. "Once I understood what she meant I was able to look past the age issue. We're just men and women."

Tom said "Well, this explains a lot about a certain trip to Atlanta and a trip to Paris. You know, Susan, maybe we should go to Paris. That's one place we've never been."

His mother said "Wait. Now something makes sense. One of my bridge club friends reads those gossip magazines and said she saw a picture of Paris Hilton with someone in Raleigh. She showed me the picture and I thought it looked a bit like Doug, but brushed it off as impossible."

Paris said "It was real. I tried to be so careful to not drag Doug into my mess, but we were found out. It had been such a nice evening. Doug cooked dinner for me and took me out to something called Sonic for dessert. It was different for me to be with someone who wasn't trying to impress me."

We sat round a drank a bit, and then Tom and Susan went home. Miley put her arms around Chris. "Aww, Chris, you poor baby. Did you really think they wouldn't find out? Billy Ray knows what I do...sort of. Of course, they still don't know what all we do, so we still have some secrets."

Paris asked "Here's something I hadn't thought about. What do you plan for sleeping arrangements? I know you are reluctant to..."

I cut her off "That's all over with. I have two bedrooms, and we'll use them both. Frankly, my eyeballs are hanging down in front of my face."

Paris and I retired to my bedroom. She looked around. "Very masculine, although I see you have some pictures of Laura. She was very pretty."

I picked up one of the pictures. "In Miley's parlance, her soul and mine were a perfect match."

She kissed me and caressed my cheek. "What about our souls?"

"I don't even want to go there. I don't want to see where it leads."

We got ready for bed and slipped in together. She stroked my hair. "We don't have to do anything if this makes you uncomfortable."

I laughed. "That's my line. But I'm okay with it. It's time."

We kissed and I caressed a breast. She sighed contentedly. We had soft, slow sex that ended with a mild but satisfying climax for us both, and went to sleep.

MONDAY

I awoke and for a moment was startled to find a woman in my bed. I combed my fingers through her fine hair. She awoke and stretched. "How do you feel, Doug?"

"I'm doing okay. It's a little weird, but okay." I looked into her blue eyes. "I don't want to have sex right now, but I would like to do something for you."

I threw the covers back to feast my eyes on her body. I kissed her neck and throat and ran a thumb over a nipple. She sighed "This is a nice way to wake up."

I kissed circles around a breast and spiraled up to the rosy tip, where I teased the nipple with my tongue. With one hand I played fingers over her abdomen and then moved further south. I lightly traced the outline of her labia and pressed a finger in. It was immediately soaked.

I traced around her navel with my tongue and kissed down to her lower lips. She raised her hips to meet me, but I kept my touch and kisses light. When a finger pressed fully into her I felt her squeeze to hold it there. My tongue teased the clit out of hiding and I began to suck gently on it as my tongue caressed it. She began to writhe beneath me. I added a second finger and curled my finger and them working them in and out while I alternately sucked on her labia and her clit. She moaned as she came. She placed a hand over mine to keep my fingers inside and pressed up against my tongue.

When she relaxed I laid next to her. She reached for me to return the favor but I stopped her. "I said this was for you. It was a gift." She kissed me and ran a hand over my chest. As we relaxed together we heard a Miley scream, and grinned at each other.

Breakfast was kind of sparse, but we managed to find enough cheese, juice and cereal to make do. At least I had plenty of coffee. 

We got dressed and the girls were interested in seeing the rest of the house. I showed them my office and took them downstairs to the basement. My house is on one floor, but has a full basement. Miley laughed it my outdated stereo equipment, but was impressed with my eclectic collection of music - everything from jazz to classical to pop to oldies. She was pleased to find some of her and Selena's music represented.

What got most of their attention was my pool table. Laura and I met playing pool in the student center at college, and we purchased a table after we bought the house. We used to play regularly, with various 'favors' going to the winner. I hadn't spent much time with it since Laura's passing.

I made a grocery run for supplies while Chris showed them how to run the washer and dryer.

After lunch we talked about the week and then sat around as we decided what to do. After Paris, anything Raleigh had to offer was mundane. I was low on wine and Paris decided to go with me to the wine store. I said that would be a good thing because after what we had in Paris anything I usually bought would taste like gasoline in comparison.

Paris found a brand of champagne she liked and bought me a case. She helped me accumulate a selection of good reds and whites. Fortunately nobody at the wine store recognized her. Who could imagine what Paris Hilton or any other celebrity would be doing in Raleigh unless they were tipped off?

It took several trips to move all the wine into the house. Some of the bubbly was put in the refrigerator.

We couldn't find Miley or Chris until we heard some laughter coming from the basement.

When we went downstairs we found Miley naked and Chris in his shorts playing pool.

"What the hell are you two doing?"

"Playing strip pool," Chris answered.

Paris asked "How does that work?"

Miley said "We're making it up as we go along. Whoever sinks the wrong ball or scratches loses something. When someone is naked the fun begins."

We found some chairs and settled in to watch. Chris lined up a shot and Miley went to the opposite side of the table and leaned over, playing with her breasts. "Want some of this?"

Chris laughed but managed to sink a ball. She continued to tease him until the cue ball followed his target ball into the pocket. Miley danced around. "Off with them! Ooh I have plans for you!"

Miley took her turn, bent over the table to try a difficult bank shot. Chris snuck up behind her and stuck his erection between her legs. She squealed and missed her shot.

She left Chris a very makeable shot but maneuvered behind him to reach under and give him a tug. He laughed so hard he sent the cue ball flying off the table.

Miley said "Well now, you owe me something for that. Let me think...I know - eat me."

She hopped up on the edge of the table and spread her legs.

I said "You'd better not damage the table with your antics."

Miley stuck out her tongue at me and spread herself wide open to tantalize Chris. He dove right in, using his tongue to advantage. She placed her hands on the table behind her and leaned back. "Mmmm. Now that's some good eating!" Paris and I cracked up.

They had apparently set some sort of time limit as part of their rules, so Chris eventually withdrew before Miley came.

Miley lost again and Chris had her return the favor. Miley is an expert at oral, and worked him over good, but stopped just short of climax. "Damn it Miley! Don't leave me hanging like this!"

"Fuck you. Turnabout is fair play."

Chris sank the wrong ball and Miley hopped back up on the table. "Now fuck me. Make me come."

"Maybe I will and maybe I won't"

Chris rammed into her and she wrapped her legs around him, meeting his thrusts with her own. When Chris slowed down she said "You'd better not stop, or you'll be sorry."

Chris grinned and continued until Miley wrapped her arms around his neck and jumped onto him. She ground against him until they both came. He ended with hard thrusts against her and she made circular motions with her hips to grind harder against him, and let out a loud moan.




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She remained clinging to him with her head resting on his shoulders. She lifted her head and turned to me "See? Not a drop of come on the felt."

I laughed "Very considerate of you, Miley."

She dismounted from him and Chris looked at the clock on the wall with dismay. "Damn. Time to go home and get ready for work." He grabbed Miley around the waist and bent her backwards for a kiss, like you see in the movies. It took her by surprise, but gave back as good as she got.

We all went upstairs to say goodbye to Chris. While Paris had been out shopping, Cynthia had sent a text to Miley that her signature was needed. At the door Miley gave Chris a lingering kiss. "Until next time, fella."

Paris gave him a kiss and I took him home, only a few blocks away.

When I returned Paris and Miley were jawing at each other.

"Good grief," I said. "Can't I leave you two alone for five minutes?"

Paris smiled at me and then glared at Miley. "Challenge accepted."

I pretended to hold my head in my hands. "What now?"

Miley smiled at me. "Another game! We've found another game to play - eight ball. The loser is going to get a good fucking."

"That will be you, slut."

"Bring it, whore."

I followed them downstairs. Miley got dressed and said "Rack 'em."

Paris gathered the pool balls and set a tight rack.

Miley let loose a surprisingly strong break, and a ball went in. "Okay, I've got stripes, you have solids. Game on."

Miley proceeded to sink two more before missing. She removed her shirt. I asked "Wasn't that just a miss? You hit it solid, it just didn't go in."

"New rules, bub. All changes of turn require a strip."

Paris took aim and calmly ran off three in a row before missing. She also removed her shirt, but smirked as she left Miley with a series of almost impossible shots. "You little whore. You think you've got me, don't you?"

Miley took aim and sent the cue ball flying over another ball to hit one of hers and edge it into a side pocket. "How's that, whore? I'm going to run the table and then you will get the fuck of your life."

In her confidence though, Miley missed an easy one. Off came the shorts.

Paris smacked Miley on the butt and circled the table. She got two in a row, but left herself nothing. Off came Paris' slacks.

The balls were pretty scattered by now, and it was becoming more difficult to actually sink one. Miley tried a double bank shot and narrowly missed. She took her time removing her bra, and shook her breasts at Paris. "Come and get them, whore."

Apparently, if one of them sank all their balls and the eight the other would have to...well, they've done this before, except usually with some sort of physical contest. Paris sank one, but lost her bra on the next shot.

Miley sank the last of hers, but had no good shot at the eight, so lost her underwear. Her vulva was obviously glistening.

Paris sank her remaining ones, but also missed the eight. Her panties were kicked across the room.

"What now?" I asked. "It's Miley's turn and if she misses she automatically loses."

"Not in this game. Now we play for winner. Whoever calls the shot on the eight and makes it is the winner."

Paris had a long shot at a difficult angle but came close. The trick would be to shoot so if you missed you would position the eight in a hard place. Paris left the eight pinned against the rail with the cue directly across the table. Miley considered, studying from all angles.

"Come on, slut. Make your move. Quit stalling."

"Shut up, whore. This is it. Side pocket."

She hit the ball such that it bounced off the rail and across the table, but came up short. "Damn."

The cue had come to rest at the other end of the table. The angle wasn't ideal, but it looked possible to hit the side. Paris called side pocket, lined up and hit it just right. The cue kissed the eight and sent it rolling into the pocket. She raised her arms in triumph. "You are mine!"

The words were no sooner out of her mouth than she watched horrified as the cue ball slowly edged toward the corner. "Stop, stop, stop!"

The ball balanced on the edge and dropped in.

Miley shrieked "Scratch! I win!"

Paris dropped her cue stick on the table and stared at the offending pocket. Miley came up behind her and said "Spread 'em, whore. Prepare to be fucked."

Paris, still in disbelief, bent over the table and slowly spread her legs. Miley reached around and squeezed Paris' breasts, then drew her hands down her body until she slapped her ass several times. It appeared that three fingers sank in all the way to the knuckles. Miley began to ram them in and out while reaching around to pinch a nipple. Paris began to breathe heavily.

Miley moved her hand from a breast to the clit. She rubbed it hard in circles and then reached in and tweaked the tender flesh. Paris cried out. 

"Don't be such a baby. A real woman would love that, but you're just a whore, aren't you?"

Paris gritted her teeth but slowly began to move with Miley. Miley curled fingers inside and rammed faster. Paris began to gasp, and gripped the rail of the table. Miley quickly switched her other hand back and forth from nipple to clit. Paris almost wailed as she came hard. Miley slowed but kept moving inside her until the contractions stopped.

"How was that, whore?"

Paris panted "Good. Very good."

"Just good?"

"No, great. My knees are weak."

Paris stood and turned. The two of them embraced and kissed. Paris caressed one of Miley's breasts and whispered "That was damn good."

"That's what I like to hear. Cynthia taught me that tit-clit move. Now I'm hot. I need something, Doug. You know what it is."

She hoisted herself onto the edge of the table and spread her legs. "Come and get it."

I quickly undressed and moved in. I dipped in to use my tongue a bit, but she pulled my hair. "I don't need warming up. Give me all you've got."

I stood and couldn't help teasing her clit with my hardness before I went in. She said she was ready but maybe I could torture her a bit. She leaned back as she had done for Chris, but I bent and nibbled on a nipple before starting any thrusting. I began slowly, withdrawing almost all the way before slowly sliding back in. She tried to hasten things by moving her hips, but I countered her every move in order to keep it slow.

"Damn it Doug. I need it. I need it now. Do it hard."

"Patience my dear. You'll get there."

Miley shot a look at Paris. "This is all your doing, isn't it, whore? You taught him this."

"I didn't have to teach him anything, slut. Just close your eyes and enjoy."

Miley continued to grouse, but settled on the fact that I wasn't going to hurry. Watching them together had been hot, so I figured I'd have to make some concessions with what I wanted to do or I would come. I picked up speed and she squeezed me. The longer my strokes the more she stimulated me. I moved in close and began very short, hard thrusts, banging against her mound and the clit hidden beneath. 

She squirmed. She whipped her legs around me. I alternated kissing her and nibbling on a nipple. She moved against me, increasing the slamming together, grunting with each thrust. I felt her tighten and she threw her head back and yelled "OH FUCK FUCKFUCKFUCK...SHIT...FUCK MY CUNT...FFUUUUUCCCKKKKK." She came with a gush and strong contractions. I came soon after, emptying into her all that had been saved up since last night. Paris stood behind me and reached around to fondle Miley's breasts.

"Oh fuck that feels good."

I backed off and Miley hopped off the table to embrace Paris. They each moved a thigh between the legs of the other so they could hump each other. Sloppy kisses and breast fondling and nipple tweaking had them both bouncing on the other's leg. Paris came first, wrapping her arms around Miley in a tight embrace, and moaning. Miley's was less intense than the first, but she cried out nonsense words until the two of them collapsed against each other.

I sat down. "Whew. It is always so hot to watch you two together."

Miley came over to me and bent to rub her breasts against my face. "Maybe we can all be hot together later. Okay?"

She straightened up. "When do we eat?" 

Paris and I laughed.

Upstairs we went about preparing dinner. Paris handled the wine and table setting. Miley chopped some vegetables and I grilled some chicken out on the back patio.

After dinner everyone pitched in to help with cleanup. Well, Paris dried after I washed. Miley put things away where I instructed.

Paris was enthusiastic about her previous trip to Sonic, so I drove us there. At least we didn't have to go in someplace. Paris and I split a banana split again while Miley devoured a hot fudge sundae and a chocolate shake. I don't know where the girl puts it all, and why she isn't as big as a blimp.

Back at the house we talked and laughed. I brought out some cheese and some of the champagne Paris had bought.

Miley noted that while it wasn't late yet our bodies still operated on Paris time, so maybe it was late after all. "I've got to fly out in the morning. What about you, Paris?"

Paris sighed "I've got a meeting with my book people. I couldn't put it off until later in the week, so I guess I'll be leaving, too."

"Well, that calls for something. I think we should end this trip with a bang."

Paris said "Fireworks?"

"Maybe, if the bang is big enough."

I had to laugh at the exchange between them. In spite of age difference and differences in talent they really seemed to like each other. It was fun to watch them pick at each other.

"Well, we've got one last night together. Threesome anyone?"

"I suppose you have some ideas."

"I always have ideas on how to have fun."

Miley poured the last of the champagne from the bottle and we carried the glasses into the guest bedroom Chris and Miley had shared.

"What do you have in mind, Miley?"

"I think a little bedtime exercise is in order."

"Like?"

"Hmmm...I guess we need to be naked first. Doug, how about giving us a hand with that? We'll give you a head start." Miley kicked off her shoes and Paris followed.

I wasn't exactly sure where Miley was headed, but gladly helped them off with their clothes. Of course, I took a moment with each of them to caress a breast after bra removal, and get in a quick finger when the panties came off.

"Our turn. Take off your shoes first." 

Paris undid my shirt while Miley unbuckled my belt to remove my pants. Paris pulled my undershirt off and Miley removed the underwear, stopping to give a few squeezes.

Miley conferred with Paris. "What do you want first, cock or tongue?"

"I'll take cock. He can finish me with tongue."

"Good plan. Okay, Douggie. On your back."

The girls climbed up beside me and took turns touching and licking various parts of my body. Paris then climbed aboard. Miley positioned herself on my chest, open for my attention, which I was glad to give her.

Paris attended to herself on my erection, and reached around Miley to cup her breasts and rub her thumbs over the nipples. I spread Miley even farther apart so I could use my tongue on all surfaces. I sucked on labia, licked from vagina to clit, inserted fingers or my tongue into her, and sucked on the swelling clit. Miley thrust her hips hard against my mouth so my lips were buried within the soft moist flesh, perfect for better sucking and licking.

I felt rhythmic tightening of Miley's abdomen, indicating she was ready to come. Paris kneaded the breasts harder. Miley threw back her head and let out a Miley scream. My mouth was drenched, and her vagina opened and closed several times until she was finished. Paris leaned forward and kissed Miley.

Miley toppled off and slapped Paris on the butt to indicate she wanted a position change. Paris lifted up and smoothly slid up to my waiting lips and tongue. She had already been close but when I gave her the same attention I gave Miley it only took a minute or two before she writhed and moaned. I thrust fingers into her and felt the contractions and wetness.

Meanwhile, Miley didn't mount me, but bent over and took me in her mouth. After a few licks she said to Paris "You taste good mixed with him. Yum," and proceeded with sloppy kissing and licking. She took me shallow, she took me deep. She swirled her tongue and gave long, slow licks the entire length of me. She knew the signs of when I was ready, and took me deep, rubbing me with her tongue. I exploded down her throat. She sucked a couple of times and said to Paris "Take over." Paris moved in to finish the job with lip pressure and sucking.

We were slowly shaking off jet lag, but our bodies still thought it was late. The three of us nestled together.

I awoke during the night and, for some unknown reason got up and moved to my own bedroom. 

TUESDAY 

Sometime during the night I became vaguely aware of another presence. When I awoke I found Paris nestled up to me with an arm draped over me and one leg thrown over mine. I fleetingly thought of how Laura and I used to sleep like that. I moved an arm onto her back and slowly ran it over the smooth skin, from neck to butt. I missed that sort of thing.

She stirred, momentarily curling up even tighter against me. I knew she was awake when her hand roamed over me. I rolled onto my back and turned my head to look into her sparkling eyes, eyes that sparkled yet had a hidden darkness somewhere within.

She never said a word, but teased and massaged me until I tingled all over and was quite hard. She straddled me and slowly lowered herself onto me. After rubbing my chest with both hands she stretched out her body on top of me. Once again I was enveloped in the still, moist warmth. We had done this enough that I knew to clear my mind. I felt her breasts against my chest. I felt myself inside her. These were the things I concentrated on.

When she rested her face against mine I heard her whisper "Let's feel it one more time, Doug." I sensed her breathing slowing down.

I was transported to another place. Someplace safe and warm. There was no Paris. There was no me. It was just a single being that felt...heavenly.

I became aware of another feeling, a feeling of euphoria. My entire body seemed to be enveloped in pleasure. I was doing something like ejaculating, but it went on and on. The space I was in also pulsed, in rhythm with me. The pulsing sounded in my ears somehow, a sound like an ethereal orchestra.

The feeling slowly faded away. I tried to will it back, but it was too soon gone and I was left with a woman on my chest, breathing heavily.

The moment was further interrupted by a bouncing on the bed. Miley had launched herself onto the bed. "What are you two up to? Oops, I think I know. It's one of those...things you do, isn't it?"

I wrapped my arms around Paris to hold her a while longer, and nodded to Miley.

"You tried to show me once before, but I want to do that. You two looked like you weren't even in your bodies. It's different than Cynthia. How can that happen?"

Paris slowly slid over to lie beside me. Her eyes were still closed and I stroked her silken hair.

Miley was insistent. "Come on, guys, I want to know how to do that. I've never seen orgasms last that long. I want to try again."

Paris opened her eyes. "It's really not that hard. You just have to learn to be still. You can't squirm around."

"Oh. That's hard. But still..."

Paris looked at me. "You up for it?"

"Don't know if I have anything left in the tank, but I think I can provide something useful."

Paris reached down to stroke me. "I bet you can." 

She turned to Miley. "Here, before you get on let's do this. You take his legs, I'll take his chest. Leave the other alone for awhile." I realized this instruction was more for Miley's benefit than mine. When she was finished with my chest she reached between her legs and got her fingers wet, and used that to massage me back to life. She showed Miley the technique. "Here, long and slow, like this."

Miley emulated Paris and then added her mouth to the process. She straddled me and lowered herself onto me. As she did Paris massaged my chest again. Paris led Miley to lie on top of me.

"Now you've got to be still. Concentrate on what you feel. Feel your tits against his chest. Imagine your nipples resting there. Feel the warmth of your belly on his."

Miley was quiet for a while. Paris then added "Now feel inside your pussy. Feel him inside you."

"Ooh." Miley began to grind against me.

"Stop that. Be still. Think about your clit up against him. Now try to really imagine your whole being within yourself."

Miley began to squirm again. 

"Quiet, Miley...I know, think of your soul inside yourself and his soul inside there with you. Your two souls begin to play."

At last Miley was still. 

"Now see if you can feel the pulse in his cock and his heart beat against your chest."

Miley's breathing quickened. 

"That's it. Let your mind take over. Think of how you are enveloping him, your moisture and warmth are cradling him inside. This is exciting to you. If you feel some intensity building try to hold it off as long as you can...When you can't hold it any more, let it go, but remain still. Let your inner body take over, the seat of your orgasms."

Miley began to pulse and contract around me. There was no Miley yell, just a series of quiet "Ooh's, and Oh's. I felt something myself. I knew I wasn't ejaculating, but felt something just the same, another feeling of euphoria.

When Miley died down she began to wiggle and squirm. "Come back, damn it!"

She rolled off of me, panting. "Damn. That was good, Paris. I tried to get it back at the end, but it didn't work. I wanted it to last as long as yours"

Paris stroked Miley's hair. "It just takes practice. The more you do it the longer you can get it to last."

We were all quiet for several minutes before Miley began to laugh.

Paris asked "What's so funny?"

"Cynthia found a sex shop in Paris and bought a toy for us. Maybe we can use it to learn this together."

"I don't think two girls can pull it off very well. We sort of tried in New York, but it was a disaster. Fingers don't do as well as a cock."

"You don't understand. She bought a long, double-ended dildo. We can each have a cock inside us at the same time!"

I began to laugh. "I can just picture that in my mind. I wonder if it really will work."

Reluctantly we arose and dressed. I made coffee and we had breakfast. The two girls had to be back in California later in the day, so Paris used my computer to book two first class tickets, and printed out tickets. Miley had discovered there were no what she considered 'appropriate' corporate jets ready and available.

I drove them to the airport. Paris insisted that the airline club was a good place to wait for the flight. All they had to do was get through security. She laughed "It's usually no problem because everyone is so preoccupied with getting through themselves that they don't really know who's around them. Another plus is that the club has someone to escort us to the plane and get us priority boarding. We'll be fine."

I unloaded their luggage and they had it checked through at the curb. Miley slapped a baseball hat on her head, kissed me and told me to look her up if I got to LA. "And, I just might show up here again, too."

Paris had been very quiet during the ride. She kissed me and rested her head on my shoulder. "I understand what you mean."

"About what?"

"You've always said you could never live my lifestyle."

"Yeah. It's fun for a few days, but..."

"I feel that too. I could never live the kind of life you live. Suburbia. Fenced yard with a couple of kids and a dog. A daily job. I need the fast lane - parties, nightclubs and social events. I don't think I would find that here."