3 comments/ 11476 views/ 4 favorites The Fan Club Ch. 01-04 By: SEVERUSMAX Chapter 1 The matter-of-fact remark left me stunned. Sure, I knew that the girls at the office found me attractive, because that was part of the territory of being single. Plenty of these women were married or just recently divorced, but that didn't stop them from looking. Anyway, the statement in question affected me, although I've grown accustomed to being propositioned since my divorce. Casey, a sassy brunette in her late twenties, simply pointed out that I had quite a fan club. When I asked her to elaborate as to why I'd have such a following, she simply said that I was a superstar in her dreams and those of her colleagues. "I would have thought that you'd dream about your husband," I teased her. "Hey, milord, we're getting a divorce! Besides, he's not a dream, but a nightmare!" she retorted. "Hence the divorce, I see. I wouldn't know anything about that. In any case, where do I come in?" I probed out of sheer curiosity. I should have known better. "For one thing, Sir Cecil, you're the first knight I've ever met. It's not every day that a girl runs into the real thing. You're the closest thing to a celebrity that I've ever known and the same goes for my friends. That's where you cum in," she punned. "Actually, I'm not a knight at all. I'm a baronet. I was born with the title and if I'm ever naturalized, I'll have to give it up. Don't look toward to being 'Lady Evans', even if I were to marry you. There's already two of those, anyway. The first is my mother and the second is my ex-wife," I corrected her. "Do you have a castle? If so, can you take me there?" she continued with the double entendres. Erica, another of the associates at the firm, overheard that and giggled. "Really, Case, you're shameless! Your divorce isn't quite final yet. You have a month to wait. Shouldn't you give it a little time before acting on your fantasies?" she pointed out. "Yeah, right. That's a technicality. The marriage is over. Percy was a damn prick! Why should I wait for the red tape or some emotional watershed? I have needs and I'm a full member of the club now. I've paid my dues. Remember?" Casey retorted. "True. I guess that I've been guilty of thinking conventionally. Don't tell June. She'll start lecturing me about it," Erica blushed. "I won't tell her if you help me a sister out. You know, sharing this stud here some time," Casey offered. "I could go for that. He's on the rebound, too, so it's not as if marriage is possible, anyway. Just remember the rules. It's up to June and ultimately up to Cecil, of course," Erica shrugged. Foolishly, I didn't wait around for the rest of their discussion. If I had, I would have learned some useful facts sooner to counter my wrong impression of the women. Then again, things turned out alright in the end. I had my reasons for fleeing the scene. Both ladies were very hot and their attraction flattered me, but I was still on the rebound from the dissolution of my own marriage, as Erica observed. I recently caught Gwen in bed with my mate Dafyd and that was over with both of them. I certainly didn't become celibate when I left Cardiff and Gwen behind me. Quite a few ladies gave me whatever I wanted. Erica was a rather sexy blonde and Casey had her share of charms, but her wounds were fresh, too. As for the former, well, I thought that she was "husband-shopping" as well. The last thing that I wanted was a new wife, damn it! Not surprisingly, I wasn't to be left alone. It was that kind of day. June Thomas was there. At the time, I assumed that June was a lesbian. This meant that I wasn't as annoyed to see her. However, I still wanted some time alone with my thoughts. I didn't feel like having a conversation, even with the one girl that I felt certain wouldn't try to snare me into wedlock. "Cecil, you can't run away from the girls here forever. You're going to have to deal with their obsession with you. I know what you're thinking. You just want to meet the ladies at the pub, drink with them, and have as many one-night stands as you wish. "You're not too thrilled with the women here, because you think they're looking for Mr. Right ... I can understand that. You're still bouncing back from your divorce and betrayal. You're jaundiced on the whole idea of marriage. "I can't blame you. I felt the same way when George left me. As a matter of fact, I've been chasing people off for the same reason. I still don't want to marry. Then again, I have my own reasons. Be that as it may, you're going to have to confront their pursuit of you," she explained. "Seriously, June, what's your interest in this? You're a lesbian, right?" I expressed my bewilderment. "Honey, we're good friends and all, but you don't know me as well as you think. I'm bi, dear, not gay. I share their fascination with you. In fact, I'm the president of your fan club," June commented. "Fan club? That's the second time I heard that phrase. Is this an inside joke or do you gals hold meetings?" I wisecracked. "Believe it or not, there is an official Sir Cecil Evans Fan Club. It started as a 'tongue-in-cheek' thing when you first joined us, but it has mushroomed to the point that we have thirty members and a website dedicated to both your virtues and your vices. They elected me president a while back. "I can't believe that you didn't know this. Then again, you're blind to things like that. That's one of the things that we love about you. You're not a conceited prick. Confident, yes, but not a jerk," Ms. Thomas stated baldly. "Jupiter! You're not joshing me? This thing really exists, a fan club devoted to me. What the bloody hell for? I'm a strapping bloke, but I don't think of myself as a celebrity, whatever Casey said. Having a title and an accent isn't reason enough for that," I teased her, albeit gratefully in light of her information. "See what I mean? You have healthy confidence, but you still underestimate yourself in terms of how women see you. You have a strong natural charisma and a real manliness about you that draws women in. Your title and accent are something out of fairy tale fantasies, too. "We women still dream of Prince Charming at times, even if we know better. It's something ingrained by culture, I guess. Not sure what women in other cultures dream about, of course. But that's women here, at least. Blame Walt Disney, if you must. Works in your favor, however, so don't gripe too much. "There's something deeper at work, though. A natural attraction to rich and powerful men. That's an innate thing. Alpha males are very real, even if the feministas and others hate the fact. "The biggest resentment of that ironically comes from the strongest advocates of monogamy, who contradict themselves by then urging such romantic notions of a knight in shining armor. They don't know their history, of course. If they did, they'd know better. I suppose that ignorance is bliss for them. "I have no such illusions, as you can see. I've seen the real world and know the difference between most guys and those who are thankfully throwbacks to what we've lost with the 'metrosexual' thing. Not the judgmental side, of course. That crap is sadly still around. "What we've given up is something great: backbone. Men these days are gutless and spineless. They drift without any purpose or character. "I can't picture John Wayne or Winston Churchill putting up with such rubbish as political correctness, for example. Rock Hudson is another case in point. See? He was gay, but still very masculine. It's not about their stupid morals. It's about strength of character and manly virtues. "I guess that I'm a Stoic at heart, or at least an adherent of Aristotle. What we admire about you is your virility as well as your pride and intellect. You don't seem to have doubts about your role in life. You haven't let the feminists emasculate you. "There's a Nietzschean Superman quality to you. I mean that how Nietzsche himself did, not how his sister and the Nazis twisted it. It comes down to individuality, which you have and the wimps these days lack. "On a different note, to think of something less depressing, I have a proposition for you. As president of your fan club, I would like the honor of being your first friend with benefits or booty call. Whatever you want to call it. You know, sex without any romantic obligations. "Not to say that I'm ruling it out, but I'm a practical woman. If you needs, you take care of them. You don't wait for Mr. or Ms. Right. You leave that door open, but you enjoy yourself in the meantime. "So, that's my offer to you. We fuck, but don't ask questions about whom else we have. This is not about love or commitment, certainly not about monogamy. It's just friends fucking friends for fun. How does that strike your fancy?" June declared. So, there it was. The one woman that I thought didn't want my body was just like the others in that respect, though not in the other aspects. Then again, lust was never the issue that bothered me. I'm not a bloody prude, after all. I just didn't want some controlling bitch insisting on a rock in two months and spying on me. I wanted to have the right to come and go where I pleased, enjoying my new freedom. After all, I sacrificed that to be with Gwen and look what she did to me! I was in no mood to trade in my newly recovered manhood for the prospect of regular companionship. June, however, proposed something wonderfully different. She always struck me as being unusually down-to-earth and this proffered arrangement was no different. It was vintage June Thomas: candid, direct, and practical. Once again, she impressed me with her common sense, realism, and honesty. "Very well, June. I trust you in a way that I can't with the other women here. You're not politically correct or sanctimonious. You're straightforward, gutsy, and pleasantly concise about things. You're strong and smart, but not emasculating. And you're attractive without being prissy or vain. "I have to admit to finding you sexy, so let's go ahead with this idea and see where it leads. It would be nice to sleep with someone who isn't given to bullshit," I smiled at her. "Well, I'm a Capricorn, after all. We're very sensible people. What about you? What's your sign, out of curiosity?" she asked me casually. "Libra, I think. I'm all about fairness and honesty. I like common sense and justice. That's probably why I'm an attorney. You know, it impresses me that you're not ashamed to mention astrology. A lot of people see it as junk science and dismiss it too quickly, whereas I think it has real value. That's a major difference. There's more to the zodiac than daily horoscopes devised by editors and columnists," I stated. "True. On a different matter, though, I think that you should eventually give these other girls what they want as well. Just stand your ground and don't take any crap from them. In other words, be yourself. They should accept you without any terms or conditions, I think," June winked at me. "Pragmatic to the end, eh? Well, your advice makes sense to me. I also admire you for doing your best to help the members of your little club. That indicates loyalty to your girlfriends. What do you get out of being president of the club, though? Other than a fancy title, that is," I inquired. "I get the first turn with you. That was part of the Club Charter, believe it or not, that the president gets the first roll in the hay. Another is that I get to arrange the schedule, subject to your approval. "That's also in the Charter. I get to lecture them, too. Last, but not least, the girls have to pay their dues by eating me out," she grinned diabolically. "So, that explains a lot about what Casey and Erica just discussed. I was a bit bewildered by their chat," I realized. "What did they say?" June wanted to know. I then outlined the details of their discourse. June licked her lips when she heard that. "I guess that I need to give Erica an earful. Or should I let her off with a warning this time? I'm president of the club, but this is your fan club, as noted. It exists to worship and serve you. Almost like a cult, I guess. Except that real cults are trouble. I should know. My ex joined one," June asked me. "Let her off, just this once. Warn her, as you said. Don't lecture her. I'm sure that the warning and maybe some 'community service' will suffice, if you please. So, since this is my own fan club, do I get to attend meetings or not?" I raised a question which nagged me. "Oh, God, yes! It would make all of us so damn happy! You'd be the guest of honor, of course. And you could take your pick of the ladies, since it's your fan club. Meanwhile, could I have my turn tonight? By the way, I love anal as well. The idea of being first in the office to get your nice cock in my ass would please me very much," June pleaded rather uncharacteristically, making it impossible to say no to her. That night, I showed up at Ms. Thomas's flat and she met me in something from one of the lingerie stores. I didn't know what store it was from, but I didn't care. What mattered was that I would get to enjoy my new "friend with benefits" at the firm. It was all mind-boggling for me to even think that I had a fan club and its president now wanted me to fuck her. "I suppose that you want a nightcap before we do this, Cecil. After all, I don't intend to sleep alone tonight. If I have my way, you won't be driving home. You like Scotch, right?" she flirted with me. "Yes, thank you, darling. I'll take a shot, no bloody nice and no chaser," I agreed. "Very well. I have some Glenlivet left. Yes, I spent a little extra to please you, hoping to have the chance. I'll make a Long Island Ice Tea for myself. That's my absolute favorite drink. George used to like Brandy Alexanders before he became a Moonie. Now he's a teetotaler. Guess he saves money on milk, anyway. I suppose that he traded one drug, namely alcohol, for another," June commented, as she poured me a shot of twelve-year old Scotch. June then mixed herself up a Long Island. We stood in the kitchen together, drinking our poisons and looking at each other in a more obviously lustful way than in the past. She had straight, shoulder-length black hair. Her eyes were a colour that I could have sworn was turquoise. June had a fair skin that easily burned in the Sun. Despite the usual tomboyish front that she put on, she could be quite charming and feminine when she chose to be. June was hardly a thin lady, but she wasn't obese, either. In spite of her smoking habit, there were few signs of tobacco on her. Apparently, she must have cleaned up the traces a lot. Since I smoked cigars, I'd hardly condemn her for inhaling a pack of Virginia Slims, or whatever brand she used. June, who reverted to her maiden name after her divorce, became an associate a week after me. Fulton, Morton, and Steiner was a "strict seniority" kind of firm. Experience and knowledge of the law mattered to them. They promoted you only when you qualified in their opinion. They looked at each case separately and gave no special favors to anyone on the basis of sex or race. Despite their personal misgivings about an associate, anyone who deserved it got it. I was thirty-six and June was thirty-eight. I got the impression that she let many people think that she was gay, just so there would be no pressure to marry again or give in to the unwanted advances of married partners and associates. Me, however, she chose to enlighten. Obviously, she wanted to encourage aggression on my part. She knew, as did most lawyers, that sexual harassment laws were a double-edged sword. They tended to repel both the desirable and the undesirable colleagues. Before I knew it, June and I were busy making out and groping each other. My hands wandered all over her delightful ass and she put hers down my pants. I learned immediately that she had no panties on underneath her nightie, which made caressing her bum much easier. This frantic foreplay kept up for a decent interval, getting us very much in the right mood to shag. June turned me on even more by almost tearing my clothes off me as if I were her Christmas present. June continued her aggression by kneeling to give me a blowjob. Her mouth seemed to savor my flesh as she sucked my dick to complete stiffness. She even licked my balls, causing me to nearly cum right then. Naturally, my normal self-control returned quickly and I motioned for her to drop her negligee. I now discovered that June shaved her cunny. Her quim was as bald as it could be. All of the passion that submerged beneath her cool façade erupted like a dormant volcano long presumed to be extinct. June was in earnest about her lust for me. Inviting me to follow her into the bedroom, June planted her face on a pillow and stuck her arse in the air. She waved it hungrily at me to urge me to butt-fuck her. I looked around for the lube, not wishing to wreck her wonderful bum. I didn't want to ruin our special friendship, either. "If you're seeking my lube, it's right here," June pulled a bottle out from under the pillow. "Edible lubricant, eh?" I noted. "Sure, if you're not opposed to rimming me. I love a good butt-licking," she encouraged me. Her bottom dripped beads of sweat, but I still zeroed in on her crack to rim her. This raven-haired tart reacted to being eaten by moaning with arousal. She delighted in the sensation of a man tasting her arse. My mouth soon explored June's cunny as well as her bum, French-kissing both holes. I alternated my oral attentions between her pussy and her arse. June squirmed a great deal, especially after I landed a number of swats on her arse. I told myself to remember that June liked it rough and enjoyed a little pain. My cock was now as hard as I could get it. After a few minutes, June gave in to the ecstasy that my reaming caused her. Her orgasm was undeniably real. It was far more felt than heard, for one thing. She stretched her limbs to nearly the snapping point and turned almost purple in color as her juices gushed out of her cunny. I could smell and taste them as well as I lowered my tongue to clean them up. The flavors mingled with the edible lube (cherry) to please my palate. "I'm guessing that you also require the club members to rim you as part of their dues. I note that you didn't say that you just made them lick your pussy," I teased her as I smelled her wet cunt. "Oh, for God's sake, please stop teasing me and fuck my ass!" June begged me. I wasn't one to be cruel, so I slid my large cock into June's arse. I waited a few moments and then started pounding her butt in slow strokes. I wanted her to have time to adapt to my dick burying itself in her bum. I soon thrust into June's arsehole, loving the heat and tightness of her bottom. Instead of whining or complaining, she bucked her hips and met me halfway as I probed deeper into her. Her pussy was soaked and her groans suggested a second, smaller climax. I continued to plunder June's booty, feeling my dick twitch at her reaction to sodomy. Her bunghole milked my cock as I buggered her. I didn't have much chance of restraining myself any longer. I'd have pulled June's hair at this juncture if it was any longer. "Oh, fuck, I'm going to cum in your butt!" I exclaimed as my cream filled her bum. "I'm glad that you came when you did. For one thing, I enjoy feeling your cum in my ass. It feels slimy in a good way. I also need a chance to recover from the soreness. It's nice, but I need a breather," June admitted with some embarrassment while I pulled out of her. "I guess we should relax a bit and start again later," I proposed. "Yes and this time in my pussy. That hole needs some attention, too," she observed. "So, where are you from, anyway?" I tried some small talk once we reached the living room. The Fan Club Ch. 01-04 "Baltimore, Maryland. You?" she feigned ignorance. "I think that you already know the answer to that, smarty pants," I scolded in jest. "Yes, I do. So, I'm a naughty girl. What are you gonna do about that?" she giggled and ran half-heartedly around the room as I chased her. Just as I caught June, I thought, how come Gwen wasn't like this? It was probably because she was too high and mighty to engage in some light-hearted horseplay. Too bloody bad for her, I laughed to myself. Soon, we would see about trying some of the other girls at the office. Chapter 2 June and I fooled around for a good half hour or so after I caught up with her. It mostly consisted of us kissing and groping each other, not to mention a few more incidents of chasing. For some reason, I always pursued her and never vice versa. I got the impression that she had a different, playful nature at odds with her calm and professional workplace demeanor. She came across rather kinky that night, with a submissive side that she hid well from me before. By then, I craved a snack and a stiff drink again. So did June, from what I could sense of her. She seemed a mind reader, as she walked into the kitchen of her flat and grabbed a pint of ice cream from the freezer. She also poured some more Scotch for me and mixed up another Long Island Tea for herself. It was time for self-indulgence, which was perfectly fine with me on all counts. "To mates," I toasted her. "I'll drink to hat. Mates," she winked as she toasted me. It was clear that she had a double meaning for that part. She was a witty Yank. "So, I don't know about you, but I'm getting rather tipsy. I hate to do this to you, but I think that we should delay the shagging until the booze doesn't ruin my performance. I don't think that you'll miss in your present state, anyway. Or me in mine. We're too pissed for a decent shag, I fear," I admitted to my shame. "Hey, at least you're man enough to say so. I guess we're too sauced for that. I'm about to turn in, anyway. Want to spoon?" she suggested. "Works for me. I shan't promise to behave, though," I warned her. "Me, neither, honey," she assured me. I awoke several hours later, having slept in. It was Saturday, so this wasn't an issue. I had some impressive morning wood, due to a full bladder and having my cock pressed up against June's fine arse. I eased my way out of the bed, since I desperately needed to piss. I thought that I'd avoided waking the sleeping beauty of a colleague whom I'd bedded the night before. As I emptied my bladder of its contents, however, I became rather suddenly aware that I wasn't alone. June stood behind me with a grin that said plenty of what she had in mind for my day. I washed my hands and found her arms around my waist, her hands wandering to my groin. Evidently, she wanted to start the fondling early. I wasn't one to complain, as I proved by standing there and backing my bum into her own crotch. "Good morning, love," I told her, turning around to snog with her. "Same to you, dear. How about we get busy in the shower? I want to wash your body and have you return the favor. Then, we can fuck some more. I'm a horny bitch on most mornings. Guess I should have warned you, but I wanted to surprise you instead and have my way with you. Can you blame me, babe?" June confessed without any remorse. "Of course not, darling. If you're that horny in the morning, maybe I should spend more nights with you, so I can be here in time for your best performance. That could be a smashing good romp. Here, bend over, so I can get your crack clean," I instructed my new partner as we continued the shower. "Wouldn't be your worst notion, baby. I can't wait to have you fuck my pussy at last. I'm really your personal slut right now, Cecil. I'd love nothing more than to have you take me hard and wet like this," she urged me, her voice changing to show that she was in heat. "Very well. Your wish is granted, love," I assured my new companion, as we finished washing each other and I prepared to screw her at last. My morning wood had returned with a bloody vengeance and I easily stuck my cock in June's quim as she bent over again. I grunted from the intensity of the pleasure as I went balls deep inside June. She whimpered, which was rather unlike her, but she clearly felt the impact of my dick taking her roughly that way. I'd been learning a great deal of secrets about Ms. Thomas as I used her sweet cunny for my own needs. One of those things was that she loved and had plenty of use for being taken like that. June didn't have much self-control by now. She proved that when she came and her juices flowed down her freshly cleaned thighs. I didn't use that as an excuse to just cum and quit fucking her, of course. I didn't wish to stop shagging with June at all. For one thing, she was still quite horny, as she showed me with each stroke. She couldn't help herself, with my cock ramming her cunt repeatedly. The water was off by this point, but we'd have to rinse ourselves off one more time after this shag. Sweat and June's cum mixed for a delicious scent that still needed washing, in case we had an urge to go out in public later that day. They soaked her sweet skin like rain dripping onto her naked body. This encounter continued for just a while longer, as I now struggled to prolong my role in this activity. "By Jove, I'm cumming, love!" I blurted as I spurted my seed into her quim, going very close to her womb due to my size. Despite weakness in June's knees and mine, we now rinsed and left the shower. Drying off was a pleasure, not a chore, as we had another excuse to caress each others' flesh. It was then that I discovered that I was famished and June realized the same thing. We had certainly burned any calories from the ice cream last night. Those were long gone and we had exerted ourselves rather furiously with our wonderful shower sex. It was time to eat some more and get our strength back for more fun and games. Thank the Gods we were sober by this moment. The last thing that we wanted was to delay our hedonistic gratification because of more booze. Chapter 3 "Well, I believe that I've proved that I'm not a lesbian, haven't I? I've also shown that I'll gladly fuck you whenever you wish," June commented as we ate our breakfast of French toast and scrambled eggs. "Not to mention that you can cook much better than my ex and can drink any bloke under the table. You're what we lads would call a 'catch', love," I praised her while drinking my orange juice and breakfast tea. "Thanks, sweetie. How do you like your tea? Enough milk in it for you? I tried to make it as truly British as I could. Make you feel at home, if you please. Did it work," she sought reassurance. "Darling, you outdid yourself and to spare. Colour me very impressed by all accounts. A bloke could get used to this," I smiled at her. "Then, perhaps you'll stay over a lot, though I hope that you won't neglect any members of your fan club, whatever passes between us. I have my responsibilities, too. Speaking of which, now that you've had me, who is next for you? Casey or Erica?" June grinned salaciously. "About that, I might need your counsel. Granted, I'd already be inclined to do both at the same time. Are they ready for a threesome, though?" I reflected on that inquiry. Both ladies, since I was now honest with myself, were absolutely delectable. I wanted them a lot more now that I knew that they were both members of the fan club dedicated to adoring me. It gave me a sense of power over them and I always found such a thing highly erotic. The idea of them "sharing" me as they discussed yesterday was even sexier. I simply had acted a bit leery of them because I thought that they were out to snare me back into a conventional marriage with all of the trappings thereof. Then again, Casey was on the rebound from her divorce, so maybe she was a lesser danger than Erica. Also, the part about the sharing was a hint that they might be better than that, though I wasn't quick to drop all of my skepticism. "Have they discussed sharing you? It wouldn't surprise me, especially with Casey. She'd long considered her marriage to Percy stifling as well as unhealthy. I believe that she even used the 'toxic' to describe it. Both of them are bi, of course. That seems to be a very common trait of the members of your fan club. Not that all are bi, mind you. A significant number are as straight as a barber's razor, but they'd eat a pussy just to get a chance with you. I know because they paid their membership dues, remember? "Anyway, there's no harm in screwing both of them, but I don't want to be left out of the action. How about a foursome instead of a threesome? Even if you can only get it up twice, you can still eat me out, right? Not to mention that they can certainly lick my pussy. They've done it enough before. "Casey is also seriously into anal sex, at least since I butt-fucked her with a strap-on. Yeah, I did that for her during her separation from Percy. She'd rather it had been you, but she seemed happy to have my 'dick' take her ass. She did a lot of nasty things after leaving Percy. That she waited until then was on my advice, since I thought it best not to upset you by acting before then. She can't wait to have you take her ass. "Erica's big thing is oral, of course. She loves nothing better than go down on someone. Male or female, it doesn't matter. She's licked and sucked my ass as well as my pussy dozens of times. She's done it for Casey, too. Yeah, they might bicker that much, they're actually closer, more intimate friends than they let on. We've had threesomes more than once. So sharing you won't be a problem for either girl. You have some hot times ahead of you, buddy," June declared. "You know there's some irony in the fact that it's my fan club, but all of the members have gotten laid more often than me," I complained. "Well, that's because you didn't know about it yet. This was only because you seemed to be less interested in your colleagues until now. I know you didn't trust them. I hope that by now you have more confidence in us. We're not here to tame you. Quite the opposite. We like your wildness, your virility. "Oh, and there is something else that you should know, before I call Casey and Erica. They're both checking out of a motel this morning because they actually live with me. I asked them as a favor to give me one night alone with you. Remember, it's one of my perks as president of your fan club. You didn't notice the signs because we were too busy drinking, snacking, and fucking. "I'm betting that they did more than just share a bed, of course. They probably spent the night with Erica between Casey's thighs, eating her bald pussy. Yeah, Casey shaves down there, mainly to please Erica. Percy's such a damn fool. He had a serious babe and threw her away. She once adored him, but not anymore. "I have no doubt that they're waiting in Erica's car for the phone call, too. Casey sold her car because they carpool these days, anyway. That gives Erica a chance to eat Casey out in the mornings, which is probably what she's doing right now. It's odd, but you have to convince Erica that she should let you eat her out. She's bigger on giving head than receiving it. "Then again, for you, she'd do anything at all. I know how Erica is. She comes across saucy and feisty, and there is some truth to that, but she has no shame or pride when it comes to pleasing those she loves. She'll literally grovel if you ask her to do so. I know because she's done it to me. Casey and I have both had some real fun with her that way. Anyway, I'll call them now," June picked up her phone and dialed Casey's number. June laughed through much of the conversation and rubbed her clit for much of it. Whatever she heard, it both amused and aroused her. When she put the phone down on the table, she kissed me and leaned in to whisper something to me. "I was quite right. Casey was breathless for much of the call because she came more than once in the backseat of the car. Erica seemed rather happy to kill the time by licking her pussy and ass. Much more of that and poor Case would have to reach for her inhaler. You just need to bear that in mind. Casey has asthma. Not that Percy gave a damn about it. He showed complete callousness about her situation most of the time. What a jerk! "Back to the topic at hand, they're on their way. Since I had my turn with your cock in the shower, I'll content myself with your tongue for now. Well, that and Erica's mouth. She's the Goddess of Oral. That's my title for her, since she's so sexy and so keen on going down on people. You'll experience that yourself shortly. Knowing her, she'll get you nice and ready to fuck Casey and then clean both of you up afterward. "In the meantime, I should make them some breakfast, too. The girls will need some actual food. Regardless of what Erica seems to think, a girl can't live solely on a diet of pussy, cock, and ass," June started making some French toast and scrambled eggs for the girls. "Want me to pitch in, love?" I offered. "Sure. If they liked you before, they'll fall at your feet if they know that you can cook. Maybe you should move in with us. It might make the other club members green with envy, but they'll live with it. Just think about sharing this apartment, or 'flat', as you Britons call it, with three sexy colleagues. You'd get laid so much that you might need some blue pills just to satisfy the rest of your fans, but it would be worth it, I'd think, dear," June proposed as I scrambled the eggs. "Hey, if that's a request, my lease is up in two months. I can join you fine ladies then. If Casey has asthma, shouldn't we quit smoking? The last thing that we'd want is to lose her to an episode triggered by second-hand smoke. During those two months, I can work toward giving up my cigars. In your case, the gum or patch might be best. Soon enough, you won't need a fag at all. We can even have some fun with this. Set up games with rewards and punishments for smoking," I counseled June, while she made the French toast. "During the two months, we can plan, organize, pack, and negotiate the terms of our long-term arrangements. That can be plenty of fun, too," June suggested, though I didn't catch on to her hints quite yet. "Did someone say something about fun? What kind of fun?" Erica interrupted us as Casey and she entered the flat. From the wetness of her lips, it was clear that she'd eaten her friend out as June told me. I was so turned-on by this thought that I walked up to Erica and eagerly kissed her mouth. I could definitely taste Casey's quim on her lips. I also enjoyed Erica's tongue getting entangled with mine. Her hands reached for my naked cheeks to grab them as she pressed the crotch of her tight jeans against my cock and dry-humped me. I wondered where Casey went until I felt a hot kiss and teeth sinking into the back of my neck. I relaxed and enjoyed the hickey, not knowing the exact identity of its source, while I bumped and snogged Erica. "Alright, you three. I love watching this, but both of you ladies need some food in your bellies for the day. Or did you grab some takeout? I hope not, because Cecil and I have prepared a wonderful breakfast for this morning. Scrambled eggs and French toast, an old favorite of mine. I don't recall either of you being vegans or vegetarians, so eat well. You'll need all of the calories when you finish what you just started with our stud here," June announced. "Yes, ma'am, I'll have some of that!" Casey winked at us as Erica and she grabbed plates of eggs and French toast. "I didn't know that Welshmen could make French toast, but I thank you, anyway," Erica batted her baby blues at me in undisguised adulation. "Me, too, from the bottom of my heart," Casey added as she wolfed down her breakfast, obviously starving. "Don't you mean the 'heart of your bottom'? That would be much more accurate, sweet-cheeks. No doubt you'll show your gratitude on all fours, with your ass stretched to the max. Not that I blame you. There's a reason our Welsh friend here as a fan club without being famous. He's in the wrong line of work. He should be a porn star. Can't you see that? A British lord fucking the latest starlets! Or better yet, amateur sex tapes with all of us from the club," Erica needled Casey. "This from the Goddess of Oral! Not that I'm complaining. If you do as much for milord here as you do for us, you'll drain his balls and make the rest of us wait longer for our turn," Casey shot back as they finished their meal. "Hey, it ain't my fault that God or Nature made me an oral slut. There's just something that I love about sucking a dick, eating a pussy, or licking ass. Those things make me wet as a sponge. So, how about that sex tape?" Erica insisted. "Can I send it to the bloody cunt back in Cardiff who still bears my name and title? That would really shock her to the core! I'd do it to torment Gwen with no embarrassment at all," I grinned with devilish intent. "Yeah, and we girls could reverse gang-bang you before telling her, 'This cock used to be yours. Now it's ours.' Betcha that would be worth using some blue pills, eh, dear?" June broke her silence with a diabolical laugh. "So bloody worth it! I've never been a porn star. As long as it didn't ruin our legal careers, it could be heaps of fun. None of us have kids around, and as long as we have camcorders, it could very well work. I just didn't know that you ladies were in earnest," I acknowledged. "I'll drink to that!" Casey took out three beers from the fridge. Cold, watery Yank lager, of course, but it still went down well on a day like this. "I'll get the camcorder now and we can film the first scene, lovers. No pressure, babe. It's rather hot to think of our first orgy getting on camera. Where's the tripod? I'll get behind the camera this time around, since I've already had you twice. If you're nervous, dear, just think of what she did to you and get angry instead. Look directly into her green eyes and scare the shit out of her. Take out your rage and lust on us. That's what the three of us like, anyway. Just don't let it get out of hand, of course," June encouraged us. "Here's the tripod, dear. Now, let's set it up and make our own nasty little porn flick. We can do a lot of these and send copies to your ex to freak her out. Maybe we can send some to Percy as well. He could use a wake-up call, the jackass. George, too, June? Yes, this could really punch their ticket! It's show time!" Casey helped with the set-up, while Erica gave me a delicious striptease. No one said anything for about fifteen minutes, as Erica eased out of her shoes, jeans, and top. I saw more than enough of her tanned body to make the blood pump toward my cock. My dick expanded steadily, while my bollocks stirred from my lust. When Erica doffed her bra and panties, I motioned with my fingers for her to kneel before me. "Tell Gwen your name, slut," I improvised, sensing that she would play along without objecting at all. She just struck me suddenly and instinctively as a slave in a tough lawyer's skin. "Hello, Gwen. I'm Erica D'Gianni, one of Cecil's new partners. I hope that Dafyd can fill your mouth as your ex is about to fill mine, but I doubt it, you stupid cunt! I serve at your pleasure, milord," Erica introduced herself, as she began sucking my cock without any need to prompt her. Erica's mouth felt like a sauna on my cock, due to the heat and wetness of it. It was the kind of oral experience that truly defied any comparison. As I wrote this, I continued to struggle for words to explain or describe it. How would one recount an encounter of the sort that would earn a woman the title "Goddess of Oral"? One thing was sure: Erica D'Gianni earned that epithet and it should be on her headstone, no matter how many heads would wag. The Fan Club Ch. 01-04 I now understood why Erica was single: she waited for a man whom she could share and serve without any shame, embarrassment, or fear of future regret. She wanted a bloke like me, who wouldn't think her as the sort to "bed, but not wed", just because she reveled in the act of fellatio. Swinging was only part of it. She wanted a man whom she idolized and who wouldn't be threatened by her intense sexuality. I had her pegged as an aggressive submissive type, a woman in love with her own submission and in desperate need of a firm hand to bring her kindly to heel. I soon realized that I began fucking Erica's throat relentlessly and that she was only too pleased to help me do it. Casey and June, meanwhile, were on the other side of the camcorder and busy frigging themselves with their fingers. Casey's top was still on, but her shoes, shorts, and panties were off to make it easier to jill off. June was already naked, so her situation was simpler. The camcorder now worked automatically, recording my blowjob from Erica. I virtually raped Erica's mouth, to be truly frank. Her throat was like a new pussy to me and I rammed my cock in and out with violent strokes of potent desire and malice. The idea of making Gwen jealous had a certain nasty quality that made me groan with my arousal. I couldn't stop the release that followed any more than I could stop my heart from beating in my chest. She never had a chance to decline swallowing my cum. Instead of stopping with this climax, Erica performed an extra task by licking my cock and balls clean. She then licked her chops like a lioness and gulped down whatever she caught this time to chase what she'd already ingested. Since Gwen had never given more than half-hearted blowjobs and even what she did for Dafyd turned out to be rather lackluster, this was bound to rub her inadequacy as a lover directly in my ex-wife's face. I still hated Gwen, so that was fine with me. "Stand up, slut," I ordered Erica, sounding rather bossy for a partner with benefits. "Kiss me," I added a new instruction and really poured salt into the wounds of my divorce by accepting Erica's snowball. My own cum tasted rather odd, but not as disgusting as one might think. I mostly did it as a deliberately raunchy act sure to "squick" Gwen or at least shock her. I didn't count on Erica and the others getting off on my decision to taste myself on her tongue. Nor did I expect that it would be the ultimate message to Erica that I was Mr. Right, albeit not in the vanilla, monogamous sense. It told her, intuitively, that I would never be repulsed by her kinky ways. She would never sicken me by being herself. I would meet her halfway and we would enjoy these fetishes together with the others. "Tell Gwen how it felt to suck me off and swallow my cum, Erica," I instructed the blonde. "It was delicious, nasty, and heavenly. I loved every fucking second of servicing your ex-husband, Gwen. So, thank you for giving him up. I guess that you knew that he was far out of your league. You did a favor for women who are a lot better than you, such as me. Should I tag Casey, since she's next, Sir Cecil?" Erica reacted to this command with no sense of outrage. "Certainly, my little slut. You've pleased me very well and you truly are the 'Goddess of Oral'," I directed Erica to bring Casey over to me. The brunette's saucy smile vindicated my choice as she joined me in front of the camera. The ordeal had just begun for my ex. I almost felt sorry for her, having to watch me fuck these horny fans. Almost, of course, as the Yanks say, never counts except for horseshoes and hand grenades. A small part of me even thought that she enjoyed it. I hope that she did, but only as long as that fact made her unhappy for some reason. I don't want Gwen to have a good time at all. Chapter 4 "Alright, girls, get me nice and hard again. Casey, take off the rest of your clothes. Yeah, that's good. Erica, stroke your clit for my pleasure. Casey, tell us something about yourself," I commanded the girls, while June winked at us. "Gwen Evans, right? Casey Jones here. Yeah, funny, I know. But that's my maiden name and I like being named after a hero. I reverted to it on purpose when I divorced that jackal Percy. He's your type. Perhaps you can get with him when you tire of Dafyd. I don't care. What I do care about it is that your ex-husband is going to fuck my ass right on camera for your viewing pleasure. "Let me guess, you don't take it in the ass, because 'nice girls don't do that' and it's an 'exit only'. Nice girls don't cheat on their husbands with their mates, either, do they? So get off your high horse and accept that I will do something that you would never dare, at least not with him. You probably only do that for the guys you fuck on the side. "Can someone get me some lube, please? I'm horny now and want to get my ass fucked hard. I want Gwen to see it all. I want her to know how much I love her ex-husband's dick and enjoy it there. I haven't done this with him before, Gwen, but I already know that I'll love it. Watch a real slut get it good. Watch it and jill off, wishing you could be with Cecil like this," Casey urged me to take her arse. All of the nasty talk for Gwen's benefit may not have aroused her, but it certainly excited me and I was hard again much faster than I expected. As Erica lubed up my cock and June smeared it on Casey's bum, I admired the bottom that I was about to use for our mutual gratification. I couldn't begin to fathom why Percy would throw this woman away. He must have done something stupid to chase her off, since Casey struck me as the sort who wanted to please a man. She wasn't a bitch at all. Naturally, Casey winced a little when I actually entered her arse, but she soon adjusted to my invasion and started cooperating gladly. Erica wasn't wrong at all about Casey. She was a true butt-slut, a woman who delighted in the pleasures of sodomy. I kept buggering Casey for about a minute or two when I realized that I couldn't go any deeper inside her bowels. My cock not only filled but stretched her arsehole, indicating that she wasn't used to a guy my size back there. She didn't complain and the increasingly strong smell of her cunny suggested to me that she enjoyed some pain while she was fucked. "Please, pull my hair, Cecil! Take me rough and hard. Use my ass! Call me dirty slut names! I want it raw and nasty!" Casey begged me, suggesting that she was a great deal kinkier and nastier than I first believed. "She was just like this with me, except for the on-camera part. She pleaded for me to take her sweet ass with my strap-on and asked only for lube to avoid splitting. I told you that Casey was an anal slut. She's had fantasies of taking it in the ass for years. Percy missed out big time. That's a good girl, Case. You're being such a nice little slut for milord, aren't you?" June egged her on. "Yes, she is," I spoke for Casey, while I butt-fucked her and indeed pulled her curly brown hair. I didn't see it until watching the video, of course, but Casey had a smile on her face for several minutes after that. She later told me that she was "in heaven" as I violated her arsehole, taking her as hard as possible. From how she acted, I believed her, too. The girl didn't have any shame about taking and loving it in the arse. I fucked her bum feverishly for a good while longer, unable to even think about Gwen and how she would suffer at this point. Rough buggery with a luscious brunette who loved it that way and made no attempt to hide the fact would do that to any bloke. Casey was to anal sex what Erica was to oral, from what I could tell. This proved to even truer than I thought when Casey came from my use of her bottom. This sight left me with no bloody choice. I came again, this time in Casey's sphincter. As I withdrew from Casey's arse, Erica knelt and licked my surprisingly clean dick. In hindsight, it shouldn't have stunned me that Casey prepared herself so well for sodomy. It was her favorite sex act and she didn't want to scare any men away from her over sanitary issues. I turned to the camera, while Erica now licked all of my cum from Casey's bum. I wanted Gwen to understand for herself just how wild and free these women were, much better lovers than her. I had June zoom in on my dick first and then Casey's arsehole as Erica rimmed her. There could be no doubt that I had cum twice and was still semi-hard because of the intense gratification of the activity. "So, Gwen, you stupid bitch, how do you like them bloody apples? Yes, believe it or not, I was faithful to you in spite of how frustrating I sometimes found it. That was then, but now I have a lot more fun, I can tell you now. The same cock that you wouldn't let in your arse has just buggered a much better woman and I still think of her as a lady. "Certainly more of a lady than you, silly shrew. No doubt you've gotten tired of Dafyd by now. If so, you'll have to look elsewhere. I'm not leaving the States and going back to Cardiff, except maybe to visit. If I do, I'll probably take the girls with me. They would really love me fucking them in our favorite inn. "Remember that, bitch? It's not special to me anymore. I wonder if it still is to you. If so, too damn bad. You threw it away by how you treated me. I think that's a wrap for this scene," I declared, telling June to stop filming us. "Oh, baby, I can't wait until you're hard again. I have a thing or two to say to Lady Gwen Evans, right before you screw me half to death. I definitely want George to get a copy as well. If he doesn't regret picking the Moonies over me already, he should soon. I'm an even bigger slut than he used to think, but you get to benefit from my dirty mind and he doesn't. The guy is a cunt and I owe him an unpleasant reminder of what he gave up for his stupid cult," June gave me a wicked smile. "Percy deserves a copy, too, as we agreed. I loved that jerk and he kicked me out when he found a mail-order bride from the former Yugoslavia. Katerina something or other. He told me that he wanted me out as soon as possible so he could remove all traces of me. That prick! He also told me that he wanted her to have his babies. The same guy who insisted that we always use protection now wanted kids! "At first, he told me to go on birth control, and when that messed with my sex drive, he started wearing rubbers with me. I hated it when he wore condoms. When I asked him what was wrong with me, he told me that I was too fat, too old, and too perverted. The last one was because I suggested that we swing, I admitted that I'm bi, and I wanted to take it in the ass. "By then, I was desperate to know what turned him on, so I snooped and saw from his porn that he was a liar about the anal. Not to mention that he'd cheated on me several times. I read his messages to several women and I knew that he talked of making future 'sex tours' to Thailand and other places, once he had this new woman safely under his thumb. "He didn't want kids with me because I was too 'girl next door' and he wanted to trade me in when he got bored with me. Kids would just complicate things and tie him to me financially and otherwise. He also wanted a girl who would be 'too naïve to understand how the laws work' and who would be totally grateful for her entry into this country. Evidently, the law associate on the fast track to partnership wasn't gullible enough for him. "I even found proof that he'd been screwing a few interns of both sexes and that he'd knocked up a number of married women who worked with him at his firm. He admitted to finding it a 'guilty pleasure to make another guy raise my babies'. He's a sick bastard and I hate him! Sorry for ranting, but I wanted you to see why I think that he needs it rubbed in his face," Casey broke down and wept, venting some pent-up pain and rage. "So, in essence, Percy gets off on the hustle. He likes to con people and get the better of them. It makes him feel slicker and smarter than others. Well, the sex tape is a nice start, but it won't be enough. His poor bride is going to be another victim of his sociopathic narcissism. "I know that it's hard to empathize with the woman who 'stole' your husband, but you have to admit that he duped her. She probably doesn't even know to this day that he was ever married to you. He was clever about that, true, but we can use that against him. She won't be on guard against you, since she doesn't know that you exist. We'll work something out for you. "As for me, my marriage to George was doomed the moment he joined the Moonies. At least he was sincere, but more than a little misguided. I'm still pissed at him for choosing his religion over me. I'm not normally one to set ultimatums, but I knew that the Moonie way of life and me were fundamentally incompatible. "He was livid when I made him choose, since family and marriage are major issues in his faith. I'm not sure how the church reconciled his divorced status. Quite frankly, I don't care. If he has to stay celibate because he chose them over me, so be it. That's the price of his wrong loyalties. But enough about me and why George should get his own copy of our sex tape," June embraced Casey and calmed her. "Sorry, I really am mostly over it, but there are still moments when the pain is there. It's mostly a sense of rejection and a blow to my pride, not to mention a rage that sometimes needs to vent," Casey confided. "It's alright, dear. We're all at that point. That's why we're making this damn tape. Well, and that the sheer fun of exhibitionism. Now, who wants lunch? I'm hungry again and we need to get our strength up for more wild sex. It will give us a chance to plot the downfall of Percy, Gwen, and George. I will cook this time, though you ladies can assist," I announced, putting all of them in a much better mood. As we headed back to the kitchen, I put my arm around Casey, leaned into her, and whispered into her ear, "For the record, I happen to think that you're just fine the way you are. He's a fool to pick a stranger to have his babies over a wife like you." "I know, but thank you, anyway," she whispered back, the tears drying on her face and a smiling appearing in spite of herself.