The Porn Star Next Door Ch. 04

Literotic asexstories – The Porn Star Next Door Ch. 04 by SteveWallace,SteveWallace
Chapter 4 – SistersSarah steered us into the building, the elevator, and then right into her unit. As we whirled into her foyer, Lindsay broke away, and Sarah twisted around in front of me and literally leapt into my arms, wrapping her arms and legs around my body as we shared a passionate kiss. She shouted in an eager and happy tone, “Let’s all fuck.”

I put my mouth to her ear and whispered, “What about Lindsay? Lindsay and me? What do you want me to do? I want you, but I’m not sure about Lindsay. I don’t want to screw up anything between us by doing her.”

Sarah kissed me again and softly said, “You need to ‘do’ both of us. I love you, too, and so will Lindsay. Don’t worry; we’re good and getting better. I won’t be mad at you; I promise.”

We were pretty sober, so I had to take her remarks at face value. On our next swing around the foyer, I grabbed Lindsay and pulled her into our spin. That slowed down our spin, and we came to a stop. I then kissed Lindsay as Sarah dropped her feet to the floor.

Sarah said, “Everyone to the sofa, but this condo is now a no clothes zone.” Sarah became naked in just under ten seconds, and Lindsay was laughing and right behind her. They’d each only been wearing the little skirt, undies, and the t-shirt top. The next I knew the two women were on my case; I didn’t last a minute before I, too, was swinging in the breeze with four hands fondling my equipment. What a trip.

Lindsay pushed me down on the sofa, and I sat in a bit of a flop. She inhaled my cock, which was not the hardest item in the room by far. It was in about two minutes, however. During that time, Sarah got up on her sofa, threw a leg over my upper body and lowered her cunt to my mouth as she leaned against the wall. I just went to town on her pussy with my tongue, using my hands to stabilize her wobbling on the squishy sofa cushions.

I couldn’t see much, but I could hear. Sarah gave a running commentary on how I was the best pussy eater that she’d ever known in all her exploits and videos. She was laying it on pretty thick, I think mostly for her sister’s benefit. I found her unusually worked up and wetter than usual. She was sexually excited.

I heard Lindsay say, “Okay, let’s switch. I haven’t had an orgasm in a month. I think your smoking something; no guy can be that good.”

In two seconds, the girls had changed places. Sarah took over blowing me, and Lindsay mounted the sofa, me, and then lowered her snatch to my mouth. I had a reputation to uphold. I went right to work with my tongue, adding the fingers of one hand to help in my delivery of pleasure. I ran my hands all over Lindsay’s lower body, legs, and ass.

I heard Lindsay say, “He is pretty good … oh, geeze, really good.” Then there were just some moans and groans, some of which were my own. She tasted great but different from her sister.

I kept up my upward attack on the pussy in front of me and then I heard, “OH, FUCK. I’M CUMMING!” Lindsay’s spread legs shuddered and tightened around my upturned head, and she oozed out a couple of jets of girl juice practically into my mouth. I got in a few final laps before it was impossible to move. Lindsay was using one hand to hold my head tight against her twat and trembling by that point. My blowjob had stopped, too. The diversion of doing Lindsay had enabled me to resist Sarah’s fellatio skills.

Lindsay panted out her orgasm, partly leaning against the wall behind the sofa and partly holding onto my head. I heard her say to Sarah, “Oh, yeah, this man is a keeper.” She then stepped back slightly on the cushions and squatted right over the hard-on that Sarah was still holding erect.

My shaft slid right inside Lindsay’s hot snatch like a hot knife going through warm butter. Wow! The sudden warmth and tightness against my cock was mindblowing. Fuck, I was in another great pussy, and this one belonging to the sister of my all-time favorite girlfriend … and they were both porn stars.

I looked at Sarah and she was smiling and she stroked her own slit with one hand. Fuck. She liked what was happening. I thought she’d be purple with rage.

Sarah said to her sister, “Isn’t he the greatest. I swear he may be the best fuck I’ve ever had, and I know that part of that is because I love him more than anything.”

Lindsay said, “He’s sure filling and hitting all my spots. He’s going to do it to me again. Is it okay if I love him, too. Oh, fuck, he knows how to use his fingers just right even while his cock is inside me.” Lindsay bent lower and fed me one of her glorious breasts. I knew what to do, and then I also sucked the nipple erect on the other one.

Somehow, I held on through another of Lindsay’s orgasms. She switched with Sarah who then mounted me and we made out. Soon after that, I came and brought Sarah with me.

I remember the fleeting thought that I had just fucked two porn stars and brought them both real orgasms. I took great satisfaction with that, but tried to keep a lid on it. I recalled thinking that moving into this condo was the best idea that I’d had, since a porn star moved in right next door.

My surprise bloomed even further when Sarah and I separated, and Lindsay then went down on Sarah to suck my load of cum from her pussy. After some of that action, the sisters then visually aroused me by snowballing the result with each other, drooling the splooge back and forth into each other’s open mouth. I got hard again.

The three of us ended Friday night in Sarah’s bed. I made love to both women again after eating more than my fair share of pussy and dishing out orgasms. Fun was also watching the two of them excite each other. That, in turn, really excited me.

Saturday morning, I awoke to four naked breasts being pushed against my face and some giggles. I sucked on each tit bringing the nipples back to a white-hot state. Given the night before, however, I was still in recovery mode so couldn’t offer much to the girls other than my mouth. Even my morning wood was soft.

Sarah, Lindsay and I went for a jog. Lindsay did not do long distances and this was a long day for us. Before we started, I worked out a run where we’d leave Lindsay at one of our coffee stops, and then find her an hour later. She liked that idea, too, and brought her phone to do emails and shop online while we were doing our long-leg run.

When Sarah and I were alone jogging, I asked, “Are we all right? Did I do anything last night to piss you off? I’m really sorry if I …”

“What? You mean with Lindsay? No, not a bit. I’m so glad that you two get along. She really gets you and I think you get her, too. This is important to me, especially with the sex involved. It’s part of who I am. The sex with somebody else isn’t a bother, so long as I like them.”

We were crossing over the bridge to the barrier islands, and Sarah slowed us to a walk so that we could talk without panting. “Before we get involved any further, which I dearly want, I need to tell you some things about Sarah Mills Carter. Okay? I hope they’re not deal breakers.”

I said, “I want to know all there is to know about you, but I warn you that I’m a guy, so I don’t understand women from the get-go, and I’ll forget two-thirds of what you say before sunset.” I grinned, but there was probably some veracity in my remark.

Sarah kissed me then said, “I need you to know that since I came to the realization that I love you, that I have gone ‘all in’ in my head about you. You are the ‘One’, and that brings me to my next admission to you. I hope you can tolerate a few more things about me that I haven’t told you yet.”

I nodded to encourage her to go on. I was smiling, too.

She took a deep breath and said, “I am a nymphomaniac.”

I snorted and laughed. “No kidding.” We were still walking briskly on the ‘up’ side of the bridge.

She explained in a more serious tone, “Another term for that is that I’m hypersexual. It’s kind of a curse in some ways, and it’s the reason I did a lot of what I did the past decade — porn and a lot of fucking. You know that store, ‘Toys R Us’, while ‘Sex Is Me’, and Lindsay, too. We got the over-sexed gene. Even now, even when working or driving or swimming or anything, I think about sex in some manner.”

“With me?” I teased.

“Yes, but honestly, not only with you. I often think back to previous sexual episodes in my life — and there are hundreds of them — thousands, I suppose. Occasionally, I get so focused on something sexual that I become … dysfunctional, you might say. I don’t work efficiently or I make mistakes or other fuck-ups. I’m distracted. I’m trying to break that cycle, and that worries me about working outside the adult industry, but I have to do what I’m doing.”

“You’ll do fine, and are doing fine,” I assured her. “Besides, I’m available to help you in a dozen different ways to cope and overcome something like that; at least, to get you back up and running again. You see, I love you, too, and I want to support you.”

“Thank you. I was worried that you couldn’t cope with my powerful sex drive.”

I shook my head, “I think I delight in it, but you were headed for some other points, I think.”

“I’m not sure that I’ll be able to perfect for you,” Sarah groaned and tears formed in her eyes. Her voice got raspy as though she was stifling some crying.

“Perfect or faithful?” I posed with a smirk. I thought that I knew the answer. I’d already done some speculation about Sarah and what a future with a horny and hot porn star might be like. I kind of knew there were some places that I’d have to suck it up in order to keep her.

Sarah looked worried, “Both.”

I asked, “So, let’s take apart that situation. Are you worried that I won’t keep up with your sexual desires? Am I leaving you short somehow?”

“Oh, God, no. You’re perfect. I’m breathless, but I know that I want more, more, more. So does Lindsay. Last night you were truly spectacular. I don’t know another man that could have done what you did with us. We were all fucked out and sated.”

“So, part two is that you need sex and love with other people?” I posed that as a question.

“Maybe. I’ve never had a real boyfriend. In this case, I’m worried that I’ll be unfaithful just because I get an itch of some kind.”

“If I give you permission to have your itches scratched, how would that sit with you?”

“The short answer is that would be great, but the long answer makes me worry. I don’t want to be unfaithful to you, but …”

“But you may need to be to keep your sanity, or at least it appears that way. I may not even consider it being unfaithful, especially if you tell me all about it.”

“Thank you, I guess.” She looked worried when I glanced at her.

“So, your solution to that was also to give me Lindsay,” I teased. “You’re relieving some of your guilt ahead of time for when you need to fuck some other man.”

She nodded. “Yeah, I maybe. I didn’t think of it that way, and you could have anybody else, too. I just don’t want you to fall in love with them, at least like you love me. I want you to love me as your primary partner, but you can have sex with others.”

“Sarah, I love you and you love me. Let’s start from that base. We’ll figure out any problems as they come up one by one. If you need to have a fling, do you think that you’ll know it ahead of time?”

“Maybe.” Sarah didn’t sound too sure about herself.

“Then let’s wait and deal with it then. Okay?”

“I guess. I hope this works for us — kind of an open relationship.” She sounded both worried and optimistic, at least.

“Sounds interesting. Let’s try it. Think about the rules and boundaries for it.” I had already done some thinking, so knew where this might go. I wasn’t as tightly wound up about Sarah fucking somebody else as she thought I was. I’d keep that to myself for now in case things were different from my more theoretical musings. I couldn’t imagine all the men she’d already fucked, so what was a few more — even as my girlfriend or something more serious.

Sarah said, “Would you write down what you want those rules or boundaries to be. Boundaries are uniquely yours. Rules are what we each agree to abide by. I feel like the aggressor in proposing this, so I should be the one to tone it down where I need to.”

I admitted, “Gladly. I’ve already done some thinking about this as I felt myself falling for you. And another point, I don’t want you to feel you have to tone anything down for me. I want you to feel expressive and expansive, however you need to be and with whomever. Just to double-up on what you said, I hope you don’t fall in love with them, at least like you love me.”

We stopped at the peak of the bridge and kissed and then started jogging again. We shortened our run and were back with Lindsay at the coffee shop in forty-five minutes.

Sarah checked in with me visually, and then told Lindsay about the talk we’d just had, inviting her to chime in with any sage advice. Lindsay wanted to think about it, too. Sarah wanted to be sure that I agreed with the way she spoke about our emerging agreement.

We had more coffee and I got a big, gooey, sugar iced cinnamon roll that we split three ways. Instead of talking about relationship stuff, we talked about the city and its various cultural offerings and the beaches. The girls decided that since the weather was ideal, they wanted to go to a beach. I was up for that.

We walked back to the condo and assembled our beach kit. I had bought a few things in anticipation of beach trips, so I got those together, and carried the stuff down to my car. I got my swim trunks on, too.

I went back up and used my new key to go into Sarah’s apartment. I gave a shout and the two of them appeared, back in their little skirts and crop-top shirts over their swim suits. They were ready, so we went back to my older car and drove to Lido Beach. Given the nice weather, there were a lot of people with a similar idea. We did luck out and my parking angel was on the job; I got a great space right by a path over the dunes to the beach.

We laid out my beach blanket and set up the umbrella, and then the girls stood to undress down to their bikinis. I watched with wonder as about ninety-nine-point-nine percent of the skin on each of them came into view. I kept thinking, ‘Holy shit!’ we’re going to be arrested.

Sarah’s bikini consisted of two black patches of material that didn’t quite cover her large areolas, and a similar-sized piece of cloth to cover her vaginal opening. The straps were nearly invisible. I could see the top edge of her tuft of pubic hair that she’d saved on her lower mons. She was hotter than nuclear fusion.

Lindsay’s bikini was arranged differently. Pink straps to hold the vaginal covering and pink and black patches of thin material to cover her nipples. Again, the edges of her areolas showed.

The girls checked each other over to be sure they were ‘legal’ (Ha!). I thought both suits would be banned in two-hundred countries around the world, let alone on this beach.

There was a group of four guys about fifty-feet away. Their ‘Babe Radar’ locked onto the two girls instantly, and while they sat with their shades on trying to look cool, I could tell that all eight eyes were on Sarah and Lindsay.

Before we sat down, each of the girls came and plastered their nearly nude body against me and gave me a boner-inducing passionate kiss and whispered lewd comments about fucking on the beach with me.

Sarah handed me a new bottle of sun tan lotion and lay down. I slowly started to apply the lotion to her body, giving a massage as I did and covering every square millimeter of her luscious skin. I purposefully adopted an angle where the four nearby voyeurs could see me work her over — both sides, and even getting under the material in all locations since we knew the strong sun would penetrate the gossamer material of her suit.

Once Sarah was done, I turned and repeated the application of lotion to Lindsay’s body. In her position, she kind of spread her legs a bit, aiming her pussy at the boys. Nasty. I did under the material of her bikini, too, and put a lot of emphasis on each of her large breasts and even her labia.

I asked Lindsay, “Boob job?”

She giggled, “Nope, all original equipment. I’m blessed. Sarah, too.” I’d already had that discussion with Sarah.

We lay there for about twenty minutes and then the girls decided that they needed some soft drinks. I’d brought a small cooler with some chilled water, but they decided that they just had to have Diet Cokes from the concession stand about a hundred yards away, and nearly in a direct line past the four young men that were, by then, drooling about the girls. I laughed at their transparent natures.

They stood up, and Sarah took twenty dollars in a small wallet, and off they went. I was nearly doubled over with laughter. The girls were under highly-intense scrutiny. They passed about eight feet from the guys’ blankets talking as though they were alone on the beach. Every male eye was on the jiggling and bountiful breasts and sexy bodies walking by through the sand.

Two of the guys hopped up and followed about fifty feet behind the two girls. I laughed and wondered where this would go. They obviously wanted a closer look. There was a line at the concession stand, so the girls stood with the guys right behind them. Thirty seconds later the guys started to chat up the two babes. No surprise there. The guys were younger, but that didn’t seem to matter.

The babes moved into intense flirting mode. They started to touch their hair and twirl the ends of their blonde tresses, and then they were touching the boys’ arms or chests and laughing at things they said. I would have been jealous if it hadn’t been so obvious, transparent, and blatant, and actually cute to watch. I restated an old adage that my father had given me: ‘Women are always in charge’.

I pulled my phone out and took a telephoto look at the four of them inching towards the stand’s window. There was a lot of chatter. The guys took turns getting photographed with the two girls, and I could tell there was some attempt to get their contact information. I could guess that Lindsay was explaining that she was from the Miami area, because I saw the downcast looks on the young men’s faces. Sarah just laughed and shook her head.

Soon the girls got their drinks and then carried them back to our encampment. They were laughing. I grinned at Sarah. “Have fun?”

“Oh, yes. So nice to know that I still have it. Lindsay, too. We were nice but kind of blew them off after a bit. They’re college seniors on spring break from Maryland. They would have liked our company. Oh, and I don’t think they recognized us as having done any videos.”

I teased, “Oh, you should tell them where to find you on the Internet.”

Both girls studied me. “Seriously?” Sarah said.

“They took pictures with you. How much would their stock go up back on campus if they could say that they met Candy Sweet and Lexi Staxxx?”

The girls through about that for a few moments and said to each other, “Let’s do it.”

The two of them stood and walked over to the group of four guys. I couldn’t hear, but I could see that Sarah asked for one of the guy’s cellphones. She did some data entry, probably calling up one of her videos. Lindsay had started doing the same thing on the other guy’s cellphone. I would have to explore some of her videos, too.

The girls passed the phones back simultaneously to the two guys they’d talked to earlier, and then returned to our blanket, putting some extra wiggle and jiggle in their walk.

Just as they sat, “The guys yelled over, “WOW! THANKS. MADE OUR DAY … OUR YEAR! WE LOVE YOU.” The girls waved and lay down after sipping on their drinks. The four guys were now gathered around the two cellphones watching porn that Candy and Lexi had done.