Models: Jia Lissa, Lika Starr & Joss Lescaf
The first thing the trio saw when they entered the room was the stark white glow of the bathroom.
Jo had been crossing her legs and whining about her need for a piss since they left the main club, but now she became a woman possessed as she urgently shoved her friends aside. She moved so fast neither Jessie nor Lee actually saw her cross the room; one minute she was by their side, the next the white light was cut off as the bathroom door slammed shut. Almost as quickly groans of blissful relief were seeping around the edges of the doorframe.
Chuckling to herself, Jessie flopped down onto the nearby bed and set to work wrestling off her heels.
After a long and enjoyable night, the three of them had decided to call it quits and retreat back to their shared room. As maid of honour, Jessie hadn’t wanted to leave before Perri was also ready to turn in, but even her usually tenacious social batteries were running on fumes after a night in the wild hustle and bustle of Club Fantasy. A quick videocall to Lee made it clear he was in the same boat and that, like his girlfriend, it was only his stubbornness to stick by Vander as his best man which had kept him going for so long. With Jo likewise starting to fade, the promise of their soft beds eventually outweighed their commitments and they’d stumbled back as a trio.
It was only once Jessie successfully tossed aside her heels that she looked up to find Lee frowning, his eyes darting quizzically around the room.
‘What’s up?’
Lee’s frown sank a little deeper. ‘Uh, babe… this isn’t our room.’
Presuming her boyfriend had downed one too many shots, Jessie’s initial response was automatic. ‘What are you talking about? Of course it’s our–’
She cut herself off: Lee was right. The room they were sharing was a modern, minimalist space, and as befit the fact it catered for three rather than a larger group had dimensions to match. But the room they now found themselves in was large, homely and somehow rustic and opulent all at once. The former vibe came from the rich wood composing the doors and floor and ceiling, while the latter was born of the expensive décor dotted around the room. One wall was dominated by a set of large wooden concertina shutters beyond which Jessie could swear she heard the rasp of sea on sand, though she shrugged it off as her imagination playing tricks. The soft yellow glow of multiple lamps played over the furniture, while an abundance of mirrors lined the tan walls and even the structural pillars to give the illusion of an even larger space. Amongst the modest colour palette the white sheets of the huge bed acted as a striking centrepiece. It was not the kind of room one forgot in a hurry, and yet Jessie was certain she was in the right place.
‘But… but that doesn’t make any sense,’ she said, Lee’s frown now mirrored on her face. ‘I know I’ve been drinking, but I’m not so hammered I forgot the way back to our room. Besides, our keycard worked!’ She brandished the card in question as if that settled the matter.
‘Sure, but just… look around. The card must be busted, or maybe the door lock. We must’ve taken a wrong turn and wandered into some other room by accident.’
Though her brain assured her she definitely hadn’t done either of those things, Jessie could not deny the images her eyes were relaying. With the stubborn defiance that came from a long night of abundant drinking Jessie skirted around the potential that she might be wrong. ‘If you say so. Either way, we’ve got to wait for Jo before we go anywhere.’
As if to emphasise her point another groan of ecstasy cut through the air, this time practically orgasmic.
‘Yeah, true,’ Lee agreed. Ambling around the bed he plucked a spray bottle from the nightstand. ‘Impish Intentions Room Spray,’ he read from the shiny gold label before giving it several spritzes and angling his head towards the twinkling cloud to take a sniff.
Still sat on the bed, Jessie chuckled. ‘Are you actually capable of going five minutes without touching something?’
Rather than respond verbally, Lee instead stuck his tongue out and promptly unleashed another dozen sprays. By the time he placed the bottle back on the nightstand the air was sparkling with innumerable droplets drifting slowly down.
Simple as it was, the burst of playfulness drew a giddy grin over Jessie’s lips. To say she and Lee had been going through a rough patch recently would have been too dramatic, but there was no denying things hadn’t been easy of late. Like Perri and Vander they’d been a couple since university, and right from the beginning Jessie had known about Lee’s emotional struggles. As sweet and carefree as he often was, on occasion he would be struck with periods of crippling self-doubt which, if not traversed carefully, could in turn develop into bouts of bleak depression.
Thanks to their strong relationship and Jessie’s unwavering support the latter eventuality was thankfully rare, though whenever Lee’s insecurities hit the experience of walking on eggshells was arguably even more draining for Jessie than for her boyfriend. Because while it was one thing to wade through the mental swamp first-hand, it was worse still to watch the person she loved endure that task knowing there was little she could do to help. Sure, over the years they’d identified triggers and developed coping mechanisms, and Jessie was always there for Lee when he needed her, but the fact she loved him so deeply only made it all the more tormenting to see him in distress.
Inevitably, such periods put a strain on their relationship, especially the physical side. Simple interactions such as hugs and handholding dwindled in order to give Lee space and time to process things, acts of intimacy like kissing became vanishingly rare, while actual intercourse was virtually non-existent. Naturally Jessie never blamed Lee for any of these things, yet as the type of person who found sex and sensuality to be deeply healing when dealing with her own problems, she wished more than anything that her boyfriend would one day come to view them the same way. She wished that when he was at his lowest she could draw him into her arms, make love to him, and in so doing exorcise the demons in his head.
And never had that been more true than in this recent episode. Perhaps it was because their friends were getting married. Perhaps because she’d known they were visiting Club Fantasy, the spiritual home of passion. Or perhaps it was simply because she was tired of yo-yoing from insatiable lovers to virtual celibates and back again. Whatever the reason, all Jessie wanted to do lately was fuck her man until they were both drunk on pleasure.
Which is what made this small light at the end of the tunnel so relieving. Though she knew they weren’t out of the woods yet, Lee’s playful spritzing of the room spray was a sign of his despondency receding and that, with a little luck, it wouldn’t be long before Jessie’s fantasies were fulfilled.
Little did either of them realise just how much luck was on their side tonight.
For the second time since entering the room Jessie looked up to find her boyfriend frowning.
For the second time her response was the same. ‘What’s up?’
And for the second time Lee’s response was physical, not verbal. Very physical indeed.
Diving down onto the bed Lee was kissing her before she realised he’d moved. His lips crushed hot and hungry against hers, his tongue sliding between to tangle with her own, and the familiar sensation of his weight pressing her into the bedsheets unlatched the cage in which she had imprisoned her erotic urges for the last month. Jessie’s initial shock was limited to a brief bulging of the eyes and an even briefer gasp. Then her lids fluttered closed, her gasp melted into a groan, and she surrendered to the wonderfully unexpected advance.
When Lee pulled away they were both panting. The room spray still filled the air in an ethereal cloud and Jessie watched as particles settled on Lee’s skin and hair. His eyes were huge and his cheeks were flushed and she could see the tension in his face as he fought the urge to continue making out.
‘I… I don’t know what’s happening to me,’ he breathed. ‘I’m so horny. So, so, so horny. I can’t stop myself.’
Jessie understood completely. In the midst of their kissing she’d found herself imbued with a sudden and powerful desire beyond anything she had ever experienced. She felt ready to fuck forever, the need to do so growing with every passing second. A small part of her mind was conscious that this was not a natural lust, that something had done this to them. An even smaller part knew the room spray was to blame. But neither was strong enough to drown out the voice in her head telling her to run with this pleasure and never let it go.
Reaching up to coil a hand around Lee’s nape, she smiled. ‘Then don’t try,’ she whispered. With that she pulled him back in and hooked both arms and legs around him to keep him there.
Swamped by their desperation for one another, neither noticed their clothes simply fade away. And as a soundtrack of sighs, groans and the wet smacking of lips started up, they likewise failed to sense the strange tingling which began to spread beneath their skin.
While the cognitive effect of the room spray hit hard, the physical transformation was a much gentler affair. There was no writhing or convulsing, no shrieks of soul-splitting ecstasy. There was simply the transition from one body to the next with all the quiet delicacy of spring’s first flower blooming beneath a cloudless sky.
Given his position on top, Lee’s metamorphosis was the most noticeable at first. He had never been a particularly hairy individual, though what little body hair he did have now silently retreated. The lines of his body reformed – shrinking here, swelling there, softening all over – and his flesh tanned, the warm glow of his new complexion washing away any scars or blemishes. Before long the frame locked in Jessie’s clutches was lithe and feminine, complete with perky tits and a sumptuous ass which jiggled enticingly as their passion heated up.
Lee’s cock was lost in glimpses. Occasionally visible as they rolled against one another, each new appearance revealed a member significantly smaller than the last. Eventually there was nothing left to see at all, both shaft and balls having dwindled to nothing. Though it was hidden from view by their constant shifting, when Jessie’s knee rose up it became clear that Lee was already enamoured by the replacement, for he immediately began grinding his crotch against her thigh.
By the time Jessie’s hands found their way to his short brown hair it was neither short nor brown. Instead a blonde curtain hung down to splay across his back and the bedsheets alike, veiling both their faces in the process. Gold hoop earrings glided through his locks, elusive as fae in the forest.
But Lee’s transformation only embodied half the room spray’s influence. The other half could be inferred from the limbs coiled around him. From the shift of skin tone from snowy to sun kissed, the gentle dwindling that lent a leaner edge to Jessie’s frame.
Still, it was only when she surged up from the bed and rolled over so Lee was beneath her that the scope of her transformation became visible.
Compared to her once swooping curves Jessie was now far more svelte. Even so her ass and thighs remained enticingly plump, her diminished breasts no less tempting to grope. Subtler though they were, her curves were a wordless invitation to come closer and let one’s inhibitions simply fall away. They promised sluttiness and sensuality in equal measure, a single glimpse enough to set the mind whirling with deviant thoughts.
Jessie’s hair underwent almost the exact opposite transition to Lee’s. Once blonde tresses were set aflame by burning orange which spilled over her bare shoulders in a fiery cascade. At almost double the size of her boyfriend’s, the hoop earrings she now wore swung about as their insatiable kissing continued, their glimmer like embers at the heart of a bonfire.
Unlike so many of their friends before them, when the transformative magic released Jessie and Lee they didn’t come to their senses panting and horny. Instead they continued making out with shameless abandon. Under the ever growing flames of their arousal the memories of their old lives withered to ash, and for several beautiful minutes they were hollow, nameless vessels of sin.
The redhead’s hand rose to grope the blonde’s tits. Their bodies drew closer, horny heat flushing over one another’s skin. The body spray continued to settle over them to give their flawless skin a juicy sheen.
And by the time the bathroom door opened they were so lost in one another’s embrace that neither noticed the hulking silhouette framed in the doorway…
Once the pressing matter of her piss was seen to Jo washed her hands while lamenting how detrimentally time had impacted her bladder capacity.
None of their party were old, but neither were they the fresh-faced tees they’d been when many of them met in university. Back then she’d been able to drink half the bar dry and still go the whole night without taking a leak. Yet tonight a handful of shots and a few wines were enough to have her crossing her legs like a kid caught short on a school trip.
Still, one thing the years had not managed to erode was the enduring friendship she shared with Jessie and Lee.
From the outside the trio’s closeness made little sense. Jessie and Lee had a chilled, devoted relationship and generally kept themselves to themselves. To them the ideal night was spent cuddling on the sofa bingeing the latest hit streaming show, whereas to Jo such an evening was borderline torture when there were far more… pulse-raising experiences to indulge in.
Jo was a free spirit, a whimsical sensualist as wayward as a spring breeze. Long-term commitments mixed with her about as well as oil and water, for though she had a slew of regular lovers there was no romance amongst them, just the eager lust of shameless fuckbuddies. That wasn’t to say Jo was shallow – if anything her hookups routinely assured her she was the most doting and affectionate of lovers. But she was also beset by the fundamental need to explore the limits of intimacy in ways no singular partner could satisfy. Quite obviously making love to a man was very different to doing so with a woman, yet experience had also taught her that there were subtler variations too: bulls were not the same in bed as studs, just as there were distinctions between sluts and nymphos once you got them under the sheets. Age, ethnicity, social class; height, weight, confidence – every individual was composed of their own unique cocktail of traits and as a result no two people provided the same pleasure behind closed doors.
If Jo ever met someone capable of encapsulating those infinite variations in a single body then she would undoubtedly have fallen for them in a heartbeat. But given such a person did not exist she was content to work through them one at a time instead.
Despite the sharp contrasts between them, the unlikely trio had been firm friends since university and no amount of time had blunted that bond. And in the tradition of all longtime friends, Jo was forever ready to poke fun when the opportunity arose. Which was exactly why the sight of the gold chain hanging beside the bathroom mirror prompted a sharp scoff.
‘Oh, come on Lee, are you serious?’
Drying off her hands on a towel with the letters F. R. embroidered on the corner in red thread, Jo lifted the necklace from its hook. The chunky links gleamed, the gold contrasting with her dark skin. She had not seen it before they left the room earlier, but since Lee had been last in the bathroom Jo figured it must be his and that he’d either forgotten to wear it or maybe decided against it. If it was the latter, she couldn’t blame him. Gold chains definitely weren’t his style and just the thought of him wearing it sparked another laugh.
Slipping it around her neck, Jo performed a hyperbolic imitation of her friend into the mirror. Or at least, she planned to. That was until a wall of pleasure almost knocked her off her feet.
A groan of ecstasy tore from her lips. Somewhere deep down a lucid scrap of Jo’s mind wondered if her friends outside would pick up on the orgasmia in the sound, but that was the last coherent thought she managed before the pleasure became so intense even the instinct to moan was blotted out.
Gripping the lip of the sink as her knees threatened to give way, Jo watched her reflection transform through startled eyes. She watched her slim arms engorge with banks of dense muscle which rippled beneath her skin. She watched the valiant stitches of her little black dress struggle, strain, then finally split as her chest and shoulders acquired the same bulk. She watched her bra and underwear give up too to leave her abruptly naked and standing in the tattered remains of her favourite club outfit.
With her body fully exposed the scope of her transformation became more obvious still. Her flat stomach was now composed of firm abs, and rather than shrink her tits were simply consumed by the tough fibres of bulbous pectorals. The same treatment was judiciously applied to her legs, the once slender limbs dramatically beefing up as her dainty feet doubled in size, their enhanced footprint serving as the firm foundation for the brawny figure that was engulfing her own.
That brawn was soon obvious in her face, which was warping with astonishing speed. Her button nose, her short-cropped hair, her dimpled smile and sensual eyes – everything was switched out in a heartbeat like a Halloween mask being whipped away. All at once the reflection staring back at her was handsome and bald with little gold rings clutching the earlobes, and there was an agelessness about the face, an unspoken experience written in the set of the jaw and the depth of the eyes.
Given that her groin was below the lip of the sink, the genesis of Jo’s cock wasn’t visible in the mirror. Though even if it had been she wouldn’t have seen it, for the mind-bending explosions of pleasure that came along with it briefly robbed her vision. By the time Jo’s sight returned there was a fresh weight between her thighs. Every breath of air over the huge cock and hefty balls sent bolts of electric ecstasy lancing through her hips such that every muscle in her torso – of which there were now many – tensed hard.
Finally, as a finishing touch, the little unicorn tattoo she’d had done while drunk on her twenty-first exploded into a mass of living ink. All across her upper left arm the black tendrils twisted and writhed, seemingly relishing their burst of sentience before settling into a much larger abstract design of waves and stars and spiny coils.
The new man’s mind was untethered, an unmanned ship adrift on the ocean. Who he was, where he was, why he was there, all were mysteries he could not hope to fathom.
Then, a sensual siren song drifted to him through the door: kisses and sighs and gentle moans. Drawn in he crossed to the door. Opened it. Stood in the doorway with cock twitching and heart hammering.
Both experiences intensified when he laid eyes on the sirens in question occupying the large, luxurious bed. And with the sight of them came the memories of the sordid life that had led them here.
For a man so imposing, Joss was capable of impressive stealth. Breezing across the room on silent feet, he stroked his rigid cock as he approached.
Both women were far too entranced by one another to notice his arrival. Kissing softly, each supported themselves on a single arm while the other reached back to toy with their companion’s flushed folds. His eyes dancing across their stunning bodies, Joss allowed himself a smile: tonight was going to be one to remember.
The slim beauties only realised he was there when the bed shifted beneath them. Twisting to face him a shared expression of impish anticipation played over their faces.
‘Mmmh, hey baby,’ Lika purred. Her blonde hair seemed to glow in the light and her eyes immediately fell to her bull’s twitching cock. Almost as long as her forearm, like everything else about him it was as intimidating as it was erotic. ‘We were starting to think you’d forgotten us.’
Joss hadn’t thought it possible, but somehow the mischief in Jia’s face outmatched Lika’s. ‘It looks like he’s been enjoying himself solo,’ she smirked, following Lika’s gaze.
Reclining on his side Joss chuckled as he continued to drink in the sensual sight before him. ‘Rumbled. But if you ask me a man should always be ready to satisfy his lovers. And if you’re cut from the same cloth as Lika, you’ll take a great deal of satisfying.’
Their undulating fingers had not faltered when he sank down behind them and now he watched them accelerate a fraction, each slut eager to prepare their companion for the dick they were unashamedly eyeing.
‘Oh, she is,’ Lika assured him. ‘Trust me, my girl is going to be well worth your time, handsome.’
When it came to bedroom partners Joss held Lika’s judgement in the highest regard – she’d always had exceptional taste in lovers, after all. But in this case even if the perceptive blonde had lashed Jia with condemnation it wouldn’t have made a difference. Her body was so perfect, her voice so sultry, her eyes so bright with deviance that the urge to fuck her was immediately overwhelming. Needless to say, he could definitely see what had drawn the redhead to Lika’s attention.
Despite his ravenous hunger for both their bodies, Joss knew better than to succumb to it. At least, not yet. There would be a time and a place to let his inner animal out – whenever you were in Lika’s bed, that was a dead certainty – but for now they would let their lust brew.
Turning to face Jia, Lika guided the redhead’s eyes around to meet hers. ‘How about you show Joss here what a naughty little slut you really are?’
For the briefest of moments uncertainty flickered over Jia’s expression, but before it could take root Lika weeded it out. ‘No need to be shy, babe. You can do this.’
Doubt shifted to conviction and Jia’s smirk returned. Lifting her fingers away from Lika’s sex she held them to the light and allowed the residual juices to sparkle. ‘Silly me, look at the mess I’ve made. Don’t worry though, baby, I’m happy to clean it up. And look,’ she added, giggling as she wiped her hand on Lika’s breast, ‘there’s some for Joss too.’
With that Lika found herself accosted from multiple angles.
Dropping onto her back, Jia seized the blonde by the hips and pulled her across so Lika was straddling her upturned face. In the same breath Joss came surging up to plant one hand firmly in the small of her back and squeeze her ‘messy’ breast with the other.
Lika’s lovers pressed their lips to her body in perfect unison. Jia’s were impossibly supple, their juicy contours gliding over Lika’s folds as her tongue sank deep between. Each stroke sent flares of euphoria arcing through Lika’s groin and her stomach began to flip as Jia’s enthusiasm steadily grew. Joss had a firmer kiss, his heavy jaw injecting a sense of weight and strength behind even the slightest brush of his lips. Her breast ached with the pleasure of his powerful suckling, the sensation only heightened by the slight prickle of stubble pressing against her skin. With their oral attention combined Lika soon found herself buzzing with erotic energy that seared through her as hot and erratic as sheet lightning.
And yet while their lips electrified her, their hands kept her grounded. The warm blush of skin contact was a soothing balm against the sharp lust raging across her tits and groin, and even as they fed on her with increasing hunger their touch remained tender.
Whether by accident or design the new position had drawn Joss’s hefty cock within a few inches of Jia’s face. Seizing the opportunity her hand quickly found his shaft, his girth so great her digits barely managed to wrap all the way around. But the effort of pressing thumb and index finger together was rewarded by a tight seal which immediately had him groaning against Lika’s breast as Jia began jerking him in slow, sordid strokes.
If the physical attention wasn’t enough, Lika’s arousal was soaring on another fuel too. Though this night had been planned for some time, the chance to actually see these two sides of her life come crashing together was far hotter than she had anticipated. Frankly, she could have willingly sat off to the side and watched Joss and Jia fuck like a docile cuckold, quietly edging herself as they lost themselves to one another, and that would’ve been enough to push her halfway to delirium.
Given her copious erotic experience Lika was not the type of woman to be easily broken. Certainly, she wasn’t such a rookie that a little tit-sucking and cunnilingus was enough to reduce her to a whimpering wreck, no matter how zealous. So while a lesser slut would have already succumbed to the urge to grind against Jia’s face, to cling desperately to Joss’s shoulders, Lika simply allowed herself to bask in the pleasure of it all.
As she basked her hand fell to join Jia’s around Joss’s cock. The solid shaft was familiar in her grasp. Memories of countless sordid nights flashed through her mind, Joss a constant presence in them all. Her body buzzed with the sudden compulsion to relive those memories, to work through their greatest hits, but she forced it down.
Because tonight was different. Tonight was about Jia. And Lika knew exactly how to push her girlfriend’s buttons.
The thrill that swept down Jia’s spine as her lips slid over Joss’s head was woven of manifold threads. The slutty bliss of a juicy cock filling her mouth; deviant pride sparked by the resulting pleasure on his handsome face; doubt that she was either physically capable or deserving of taking the biggest dick she’d ever laid eyes on; a twisted honour born of the knowledge that Lika trusted her enough to allow her to go down on him in the first place; apprehensive excitement as she imagined his monstrous meat probing deep into more sordid places. As she worked her head slowly down, one hand clasping the base of his shaft and her eyes fixed on his, the tangled threads unspooled to infuse her insides with a mess of contrasting energies. She wasn’t sure whether she wanted to back away or glut herself until she suffocated.
In the end, Lika made the decision for her.
Hunkered down to Jia’s level, Lika’s cheek pressed against the redhead’s brow and her words were whispered directly into her ear. ‘That’s it, gorgeous. Let Joss fill that tight throat of yours. Isn’t his the most perfect cock you’ve ever tasted? Couldn’t you just feed on him forever?’ As she spoke her hand closed lightly around Jia’s nape. Despite the gentle touch there was a profound dominance in it, a quiet promise that if Jia attempted to deny the slut within then Lika would drag it out by force.
Not for the first time, Jia wondered if this was all a deviant dream. Not just tonight, but her entire relationship with Lika. Before they met she’d led a simple life: a quiet office job, a cosy flat, a penchant for reading whenever time allowed. She wasn’t a prude – in fact, she had a solid history of winding up in some random guy’s bed after nights out – but neither was she an all-out nympho. In truth, most of those one night stands were fuelled purely by alcoholic courage, for the handful of relationships she’d had were all characterised by a fairly mundane sex life. Though not crippled by it, self-doubt was a persistent enough shadow that truly letting loose was rarely an option without being at least halfway drunk.
Then came Lika. Lika, who had played on Jia’s desires so effortlessly they’d fucked on the first date after just a single glass of wine. Lika, who had the soul of a siren and the cunning of a harpy and employed both to drive Jia wild with euphoria. Lika, who could banish Jia’s doubts with nothing more than a smirk, after which their night inevitably descended into a blur of flesh and fantasies. Jia could never predict whether the blonde’s next move would be one of sensual love or amoral lust, yet it was this mercurial temperament which had stolen both Jia’s desires and her heart.
Somehow, she’d fallen for a total slut. More unexpected still, Jia was pretty sure Lika had fallen for her too.
Either way, Jia had never seen Lika as impishly corruptive as she was right now.
‘Oh, look at you, kitten. Your eyes all glazed and already drooling for more.’
She had pulled Jia up from Joss’s cock and pivoted her around so they were facing one another. As accustomed as Jia was to erotic nights in Lika’s arms, being in the presence of two smoking hot lovers was an entirely new level of arousal. They had barely even begun yet the roiling lust within was intense enough that she could only focus on one thing at a time, and as her hazy eyes fell to Lika the rest of the world – including Joss – slipped into a murky fog.
Lika laughed, the sound far too innocent for such a wicked soul. ‘Don’t try to deny it, babe – by the time tonight is over you’ll be just as addicted to him as I am. And once you are you’ll never stop thanking me for letting him use all your pretty holes. Speaking of which…’
She left the sentence unfinished, her eyes flicking up to something above Jia’s shoulder. But before Jia could follow her gaze, Lika pushed her facedown into the sheets.
The bed shifted beneath them. Hands closed around her hips. And then Jia’s world exploded.
When Jia’s head flung up she wanted to scream. The sensation of Joss’s head parting her saturated pussy lips and sinking inside was a core memory in the making, and the eruption of bliss that burst through her groin made her vision blur at the edges.
However, what came rushing up from her lungs as a howl crumbled on her tongue as he fed himself in deeper. And deeper. And deeper.
His length shouldn’t have come as a surprise, especially since mere seconds before half of it had been buried down her throat. But the sensation of it delving between her second pair of lips somehow seemed to magnify the size so that with each passing second Jia became more and more convinced it would simply never end. He stretched her folds until they clutched his shaft tight. He brushed by her G-spot, making her lids flutter. He pressed up against her innards so that her flat belly bulged with the invasion. Yet still he kept coming.
This is it, Jia thought. He’s going to melt my brains before the first thrust.
And then, all at once, he was sheathed in her to the hilt. Sordid heat blossomed across Jia’s ass where his muscly thighs pressed against her skin. Her mask of wide-eyed, open-mouthed erotic shock froze in place, sanity clinging on by a thread. It felt for all the world as if the pleasure was eating her up from the inside like some corruptive acid, as a result of which Jia’s breath came in long, slow gulps, as if she was afraid moving too quickly would shatter her completely.
While Jia was stunned into silence, Joss was vocal throughout. At the first touch of her pussy there began a low groan, thickening into a guttural growl as he penetrated further, before culminating in a long sigh once their hips made contact and his entire length was wrapped in her hot wetness.
‘Fuck yes, she’s perfect. Shit, Lika, you’ve got great fucking taste.’ Pulling back suddenly, he drove back in just as fast. The clap of colliding flesh punctuated his subsequent words. ‘I. Could. Fuck. This. Cunt. For-ev-er.’
Positioned once again by her girlfriend’s side, Lika smiled as she brushed aside the amber waves dislodged by his powerful thrusts. ‘Oh, I think she’d like that. Isn’t that right, baby?’
With Joss now sending seismic waves of delirium through her body it was taking almost all Jia’s energy to hold onto her sanity. Still, she had just enough strength left over to compose a fragmented sentence. ‘No. Not like it. I need it.’
This time Lika’s chuckle was a sound that fully conveyed her inner deviance. ‘That’s my girl,’ she purred. ‘I knew there was a needy nympho hiding behind that pretty face of yours.’ Her next hushed words were for Jia alone. ‘You don’t have to doubt yourself. I never have. It’s okay, baby. You can let that nympho out.’
And with those words weaving through her mind, Jia realised she was rocking against Joss’s incredible cock.
Jia had no idea how long it was before she found herself straddling Joss’s hips while Lika helped her ride the huge black bull. Thanks to the acidic arousal continuing to accumulate within her, clarity was increasingly difficult to come by amidst the lustful fog clogging up her mind. What’s more, the firm grip Lika had on her ass – which she used to help Jia bounce all the harder onto Joss’s flagpole cock – was only distracting her further.
Still, there was one thing Jia knew for sure: the mirrors were making everything worse.
Surrounded on all sides, wherever Jia looked she was faced by visions of herself. The walls, the pillars, even the small handheld mirror propped on the nearby vanity, each forced her to look upon her own groaning face, to watch the sordid ripples rolling through her nubile body with every drop of her hips. The steady rhythm set her hair swaying like drooping willow branches in a summer breeze, occasionally drawing an amber veil over her drifting gaze.
And yet it wasn’t just light the mirrors were bouncing back at her. It was lust too. Each invasion of Joss’s mammoth cock expelled a wave of slutty desire from her every pore, only to be reflected back twice as strong, focusing on the riding redhead like sunlight through a magnifying glass.
Jia had never envisioned herself doing anything like this, and the intensity of it all was rapidly stripping away her lingering self-doubt. Admittedly since meeting Lika that side of her personality had been dwindling anyway, but now the inescapable reflections made it impossible to deny just how dramatically the deviant blonde had upended Jia’s world. With little warning at all Lika had gleefully dragged her from her simple life into one of sex and sin, and Jia had come along willingly. Perhaps that just proved Lika was right after all. Perhaps there truly was a needy nympho locked inside just waiting to be unleashed.
Either way, at this point it didn’t much matter. Heart thumping, pussy fuller than she’d ever thought possible, and orgasmic ecstasy threatening to split her at the seams, Jia could only assume this was what heaven felt like. And if it was, she could not think of two hotter angels to spend eternity with.
Soon, Jia’s bucking hips were a blur. Her breath came in shallow pants, shameless sluttiness obvious in every line of her body. Her desperation was so great that Lika was forced to pull away or risk being injured, and even Joss shuddered beneath her, the onslaught of pleasure evidently pushing him to the brink of climax.
Though her mind was a haze of lust, it was clear to both her lovers that without intervention Jia would imminently tumble headlong into the abyss of cockdumb delirium. But Lika wasn’t about to let her girlfriend have all the fun.
Luckily, she knew just how to distract Jia long enough to remove her from Joss’s rod.
The kiss Lika gave Jia then was a thing of unbridled passion. She held nothing back, allowing her tongue to delve deep between Jia’s lips while her hands clamped tight around the redhead’s face, pulling her in so their faces were pressing together hard. As she did so, however, she also eased Jia forward, sliding her up and off Joss’s cock before guiding her down to the bedsheets. Then, parting lips, Lika left her beau in a wide-eyed daze as she took Jia’s place astride Joss’s hips.
Sinking down onto the bull’s immense manhood, Lika closed her eyes and savoured every inch. It was a familiar sensation, but one she would never tire of experiencing.
Beneath her, Jia was stirring. The combination of Lika’s kiss and the absence of Joss’s cock had clearly left her thoughts scattered, and her eyes darted about wildly in search of something to ground her.
Lika smiled as Jia’s gaze fell to her and locked on: even through the haze Lika was an anchor to hold Jia in reality. And when the sultry blonde whispered for her girlfriend to come and kiss her, the redhead didn’t hesitate for a moment.
With Jia’s lips on hers, Joss’s dick buried in her sex, and both their hands caressing her skin, Lika allowed herself to bask in the pleasure of this deliciously sordid scene. Of course, she was no stranger to such scenarios. She and Joss had been lovers for almost a decade, and though she often played with him alone this was far from the first threesome they had indulged in together. In all that time their bond had been purely physical: they craved one another for the pleasure they could supply, but there was no romance between them. It was an arrangement that had endured through multiple relationships on both sides, though in truth neither Lika or Joss were the type to fall in love, so any additional parties who joined them in the bedroom were usually just looking for some no-strings-attached fun.
Then came Jia. Jia, who had made Lika’s heart swell with her adorable innocence. Jia, who had concealed a deviant soul within her beguiling shell, an impish identity that even she didn’t realise the potential of. Jia, who had trusted Lika so completely that when she suggested Joss join them at a sun-soaked luxury resort for a week of uninhibited depravity, she had given that familiarly cute nod of uncertain desire – the nod which said Jia wasn’t sure she was ready, but that she had faith Lika would not steer her wrong. Lika had almost forgotten what it meant to love, but after that first night of bliss tangled in Jia’s arms there had been no denying that this bond was the kind of special others only dreamed of.
Somehow, she’d fallen for a pure angel. More unexpected still, Like was pretty sure Jia had fallen for her too.
Had the memories of their old lives survived their transformation, the two women might have taken solace in the fact they were meant to be in any version of reality. As it was, with only their memories of this version to draw from, all they could do was succumb to the arousal wreathing through their souls.
From that point on time melted into an inconsequential construct. Even so, their passion maintained a cyclical rhythm which slowly began to unravel their collective personas.
At the heart of the cycle was Joss’s cock. Seemingly inexhaustible, the black bull fucked whichever hole was wrapped around his shaft with a relentless force simultaneously passionate and primal. Whichever woman found herself at the mercy of his thrust would gradually feel their brains draining away, their grasp on sanity slipping as their throat or ass or cunt ached with divine devastation. Only when he unsheathed and shifted to the other slut did the first regain their senses, a painfully slow process during which they were needy and suggestible and more than willing to help Joss push their partner into the same cockdumb state from which they were emerging. As for the bull himself, he grew progressively more bestial. What began as purposeful hip rolls eventually devolved into frantic pounding that forced the air from their lungs in shuddering gasps. The only respite were the periods when the two seductresses went down on his twitching rod as one. Their agile tongues and juicy lips delivered pleasure enough to have him grunting hungrily, but since neither woman could swallow more than half his length he was able to recharge before taking the metaphorical fight back to their loins.
And so they continued, around and around in a loop of senses lost and found again. Through it all their writhing bodies gleamed softly, a blend of room spray droplets and erotic perspiration beading on dark and light flesh alike.
Eventually Jia found herself sprawled on her back gasping frantically. One ankle hooked over Joss’s shoulder, the other clutched in his unyielding grip, she was powerless to do anything as he drove slow and deep into her vulnerable pussy. Beside her Lika was whispering slutty nothings into her ear while fondling her tits.
‘I… I… I…’ Jia’s words snagged in her throat.
‘What’s that, baby?’ Lika hissed.
‘Can’t… take… it,’ Jia said with great effort. ‘Too hot… going to melt…’
Jia had hoped her girlfriend might offer some respite. Instead she chuckled devilishly before hopping off the bed and crossing to the shutters dominating the wall at the foot of the bed. Hooking her fingers around the edge she channelled some of the erotic energy humming through her insides and swung them open with one impressive heave.
Through fluttering lids, Jia could see the moonlit panorama below. The villas of Fantasy Resort glowed in the silvery light while various pools throughout the grounds sent shards of moonlight dancing through the air. Beyond that there was only inky blackness and the sound of the tide sweeping across the shore. The silhouettes of palm trees could be seen swaying in the midnight breeze, and the next second that same breeze washed over Jia to cool her scorching skin. By now her arousal was so hot it was a wonder she didn’t steam.
For a few moments Lika stood in the open shutters, her naked body framed by the darkness beyond. Then she slunk back to the bed to rejoin her lover and her fuckbuddy.
Raising Jia’s head onto her thigh she chuckled again as her girlfriend leaned into her palm. ‘There. Now you can stop whining and take that big fat cock until you’re nothing but a giggling wreck. Doesn’t that sound like fun?’
No longer capable of coherent speech, Jia lifted a hand to clasp Lika’s. She opened her mouth, seemingly with the intention of sucking the thumb which had settled against her lips, a gesture which Lika presumed was the closest Jia could come to a yes.
Before she could do so though, Joss abruptly doubled his pace. The slap of flesh on flesh rang out into the starry night as he stared at her sumptuous body. ‘Well, if that’s the goal, you know what they say: no time like the present.’
After that, any response Jia might have hoped to give was lost forevermore. Because with her beau and her bull eagerly driving her to the point of no return, she was far too overwhelmed by orgasmia to do anything but moan and moan and moan….
Thanks for reading!
Another chapter where there isn’t much to say aside from the fact that it was really fun including a four-image collage. Although previous Fantasy Universe series have included these very often (Lake Fantasy had one in nearly every chapter), Club Fantasy has used them much more infrequently. For the most part this was simply down to the galleries I chose, as many of them didn’t have enough images I felt would work in a collage, though on the odd occasion I felt that the scene just flowed better when focusing on each image one at a time.
Having said that, the chance to include collages was part of the reason I started Fantasy Universe in the first place. As I’ve mentioned many times, Lake Fantasy and everything that has come after was directly inspired by Mara Mischief’s Mischief Manor, in which multi-image collages were a core component of several chapters. At the time I had never included one in my own work, but I very much enjoyed doing so in Lake Fantasy.
Truth be told, this series has reminded me that I do still enjoy including collages in my work – not least because they’re pretty fun to design – and I think I’m going to try and add them into my standalone stories more often in the future. So even though there haven’t been as many in Club Fantasy as I might have liked, if nothing else that sparsity has ensured they will be popping up more frequently moving forward, and that suits me just fine.
Image gallery: https://www.pornhat.com/albums/64728/fierce-competition/
