The Porn Star Next Door Ch. 05

Literotic asexstories – The Porn Star Next Door Ch. 05 by SteveWallace,SteveWallace
Chapter 5 — RachelThe six of us went to Sarah’s apartment. She got all the lights on a romantic setting and put on some less intrusive music than what had been going on at the club. The sofa became the landing place for Sarah, TJ, Lindsay, and Jake. Rachel and I took over one of the wide cushy chairs facing the others; she was in my lap, and after undoing a couple of shoulder straps I had her two lovely breasts in my hands and mouth.

“Oh, God, you know how to make a girl happy,” Rachel cooed, especially as I sucked her nipples into my mouth and made them quite excited. I was certain that Sarah heard her, but when I looked I noted that she wasn’t about to complain.

Opposite us on the sofa, Sarah and Lindsay had both tossed their dresses aside and were already naked and sexy on the men’s laps, yet still wearing their CFM shoes, I guess in an open invitation to follow through. The guys’ mouths were on breasts and fingers were playing with pussies. Their example made Rachel stand and remove her dress and undies. God, what a gift she presented me with. I pulled her to me and kissed her body, and even her ass just for fun. She giggled delightfully.

I told Rachel what a beauty she was and how I felt like the luckiest man in the club that evening to have attracted her attention. I also silently thanked the gods for having me take a few dance lessons that emphasized the club scene.

I got naked, too, like the others in the room that were also reaching that stage. I went down on Rachel and she was like licking up the finest nectar the gods could conceive. I had one of her legs over my shoulder and the other spread wide over the arm of the chair. She was as open to me as she could get, and I delivered on the promise of pleasure to her. Of course, she was also on full display to the other four in the room but didn’t seem to care. They were on pretty blatant display, too.

I guess my leadership set an example for the couples on the sofa. They, too, started more serious making out with cunnilingus being the favored sport. I went back to licking Rachel, and a minute later, she grabbed my head and held me, unmoving, to her wet pussy. She was having the first orgasm of the night with a shudder that involved every muscle in her tight little body.

I heard some giggles from the sofa, and then Lindsay said in a devilish tone, “Ok, everybody. Switch partners.”

I looked up from Rachel’s pussy and so did TJ and Jake. I had a touch of disbelief, but thought, ‘What the hell, why not?’ My face was covered in Rachel’s juices. The men were positioned to relocate, so I indicated that we should move clockwise around the area we were in. I went to Sarah, TJ went to Lindsay, and Jake came over to Rachel, who I noted was smiling and holding her arms up to him for kisses.

I was worried about pulling a bait-and-switch on Rachel, until I heard her say, “Oh, I like this game. We all get to fuck everybody else.”

We spent five minutes eating out our new partners and then Lindsay got everyone to move again. This time, as I was with Lindsay, I brought her to an orgasm with my tongue and fingers. That was her first in the room that evening.

I’d switched back to Rachel when we all started to fuck. She was snug and romantic, and had all the right moves to turn me on to the highly-aroused setting. She whispered that she liked the game, but that I was getting special attention and love. “I’ve already got a crush on you,” she whispered.

We’d adopted the plush carpet with a beach towel spread out while the other two couples did sexual things next to each other on Sarah’s long sofa. As we fucked, I stroked Rachel’s clit, and she came again. I held off. Where I’d gotten all this control, I couldn’t tell you, but I was glad.

We switched partners a few times, again at Lindsay’s instigation. I think of each of the men used the swaps to back down the arousal scale so that we could stretch out our fuck sessions. TJ eventually busted his nut in Lindsay. She was happy about that, and the two cuddled together. I’d been with Sarah then and Jake with Rachel. We then swapped again, and this time I only lasted about five minutes before I filled up Rachel’s little cooter with my first fresh load. She was very happy and came with me. We kissed and got kind of clingy with each other.

I looked across the space between us and Jake was finishing up in Sarah’s pussy, making a show of surging his last jets of man juice into her pussy. He said loudly but humorously, “Take that, Candy Sweet.”

Rachel asked me, “I thought she was Sarah.”

I whispered, “Stage name. She did pornography. So did LIndsay; her stage name is Lexi Staxxx — with three x’s.”

“Cool. I’d like to think about doing that. It might be fun.”

“Talk to either of them.”

I heard Sarah explaining with authority that a ‘good man’ is one who cleans up the mess in the pussy he just fucked. Sarah and Lindsay knew that I didn’t mind doing such clean-up, especially if my partner had oozed out a lot of her own sexual emissions. I slid lower down Rachel’s body and started to eat her out as she leaned against the chair that we’d started in. She looked on, fascinated to see me sucking up the cum and juices oozing from inside her.

I brought my first load of fluids up to Rachel and she welcomed my kiss and our subsequent sharing of the fluids back and forth as we French kissed. Sarah pointed out to TJ and Jake that I was already snowballing with Rachel.

TJ was watching us when I turned before going back for more. “You don’t mind that?” he asked almost in shock.

I shook my head. “It sounds much worse to a guy than it is. Your stuff is about as pure and sanitary as it gets. I like it better with lots of pussy juice, but either with or without, it’s not bad.”

He turned back to Lindsay and she spread her legs and roughly gestured at her messy and dripping hole. Even from eight feet away, I could see his jizz starting to seep out of her pussy’s inner depths. He looked and shook his head. “I can’t do it.”

Rachel winked at me and then got on all fours and crawled across the carpet to Lindsay. She looked at TJ and said, “Coward. Let me show you.” She leaned in and collected every drop of the white gooey fluid from between Lindsay’s legs. I could tell that she was storing it up. She also made ‘yummy’ noises just to provoke TJ.

Rachel then turned to TJ and pulled him into a hot kiss. I knew what was happening when I heard him make a strangling and argumentative sound with his mouth full of what she’d given him — the entire load in a French kiss. The rest of us laughed. Rachel kept on with the lip lock and holding his head to her mouth with both hands.

When she broke the kiss, she came over to me and we did a visible and erotic French kiss. I made no resistance at all. Of course, I could taste the cum on her. It made me smile that I’d passed her test.

Jake had watched and then decided to be daring. He went down on Sarah, and did a lot of tongue and mouth action to clean her up and arouse her some more. TJ looked chagrined. Sarah was dishing out praise, but said nothing further to goad TJ.

After that round, I helped Sarah bring out water, Diet Coke, and some wine. The six of us sat around naked with the mellow music playing. Rachel waxed on about how this was the best night in her life and she was so glad that she’d started dirty dancing with the guy that turned her on — me. I had to admit, I was pretty glad she did, too.

TJ and Jake both admitted that the evening was their sexual peak in life by a wide margin. TJ even admitted to not a lot of experience.

We had a second round without all the swapping around that we did at first. I romanced Rachel and I guess I overdid it, because after we were enjoying our after glows and I was still buried deep inside her pussy in a semi-excited state, she told me that she loved me. I didn’t think that the use of the ‘L’ word was a valid statement only five or six hours after you met somebody.

“Rachel, I hear you say that, but I can’t reciprocate at this point. I’m Sarah’s boyfriend, and this weekend we even stretched that by my being with Lindsay, her sister — and then we had this … six-some. I guess you could hang around on the same basis that Lindsay says she’s going to do. I think your eyes are blurred a little by the sex we’ve had, and, by the way, for me that was great sex. You’re a star. We can grow our relationship from here.” We shared a romantic kiss.

Rachel said, “I understand, and thank you for allowing me to be with you guys. I’ll make sure that it’s all right with Sarah and Lindsay, too. I don’t steal boyfriends, but if you can fit me in, I want to be around you — and them, too, for that matter. I liked eating out Lindsay.” I could see her realization that she hadn’t done anything with Sarah.

Rachel put in a special effort to clean up Sarah’s drippy crotch after that round ended, and then moved over to do a repeat on Lindsay. At that point, TJ and Jake dressed and left to go back to their hotel. Even the draw of watching Rachel slaver all over the other girls’ pussy couldn’t keep them. They had to pack because they were flying back to Maryland on an early flight. They left about four a.m. We were all pretty well fucked out.

Sarah turned the tables on Rachel after the guys left and started to eat the accumulated cum and juices from her pussy. That worked especially well, because, as I’d found out hours earlier, Rachel was highly orgasmic and loved oral sex. The two women kept going until Rachel begged for a rest, and by then both Sarah and Lindsay were tired.

The four of us piled into Sarah’s large bed and went to sleep. We wisely agreed to skip our run in the morning.

* * * * *

Lindsay flew back to Miami first thing on Monday morning. Sarah, Rachel, and I gave her a sex-filled Sunday night. We’d gone back to the beach after Rachel ran home and got her bathing suit and some casual clothes. Of course, around noon on Sunday, she was doing the walk of shame, still wearing her club dress as she took an Uber to her apartment.

While we were at the beach, we learned more about Rachel. She was a graphics designer and worked for a company that put out about two-dozen magazines along the Gulf Coast. They made their money from the advertising. She graduated in marketing and computer design from the local Ringling School of Art and Design, and elected to stay in the area rather than return home to the D.C. area where she’d grown up. She was a year older than me, although she looked like she’d just turned eighteen.

Rachel’s bikini was much more modest than Lindsay or Sarah’s. There was some discussion about where they’d bought their suits, and I could see that Rachel wanted to be more daring. As she put it, “Your porn star next door inspires me.” We were again attracting attention, me with three beauties. Guys were going out of their way to walk by our blanket and umbrella.

Lindsay packed up everything in her back pack but what she was going to wear Monday. We got a pizza for dinner, and then ganged up on our departing friend. By bedtime, she was a basket case and had cum about a dozen times and still had cum leaking from her well-licked pussy.

I also made love to Sarah and again had romantic sex with Rachel, and then we slept together again. I was late for work, and probably had that freshly fucked look about me.

When I got home after work, I found Sarah in her kitchen making a salad and cooking a salmon steak for us. I went and kissed her and then went and changed into casual clothes in my own condo unit.

When I returned, everything was ready to eat, so we sat down. I poured us some wine.

“Sarah, I just want to touch base about everything that went on this weekend. That was the most sexual weekend of my life. That aside, I want to be sure that you and I are all right, what with me having sex with Lindsay and Rachel? I love you and don’t want to feel you slipping away for any reason, especially me being insensitive to your feelings or needs.”

Sarah leapt up and came around the table into my arms and kissed me. “I’ve been so worried that you’d be angry with me because I fucked TJ and Jake, and then ate out Lindsay and Rachel. I was glad that you picked up Rachel, and that you two got together, but I was worried about my behavior and not yours.”

I reminded her, “Hey, you told me that you’d probably need other guys — or gals. I wanted to test whether I could tolerate your activity with another man — or two, and it turns out it was really okay. I was mildly jealous but not bent out of shape about it, but I felt that way about Lindsay and Rachel, too. I just wanted to be fucking every one of you girls simultaneously. I relished everything that happened, as it turned out.”

Sarah said, “I felt the same way watching you with Rachel and Lindsay. I wanted it to be your cock inside me, but also with whoever else was already in there. That was crazy.”

“So, unless you fell in love with TJ or Jake, I’d say we’re doing all right.”

“I did like the guys and they were satisfying, but my time with them was about sex and not love or relationship building. Saturday, when we were rotating partners, I liked getting fucked by them, but then when you rotated and were fucking me, I felt so different — so in love with you. That made the sex so much better.” Sarah added, “I have something else to tell you, though — about Rachel.”

I was suspicious. “Go ahead.”

“We had lunch together today. She works about six blocks from my office. She called me in the morning and we set up a meeting place for lunch.”

“And you talked about the weekend?”

“Yes, and you. She really wants a piece of you, and me, too. She acknowledges that I’m your serious girlfriend, but, as she put it, if there’s any chance that we’d both accept her, then she’d like to be with us. She told me that she really got off on eating my pussy and having me eat her, especially when she had your spunk leaking out of her. She wants both of us in her life in a romantic way. I invited her to come over Wednesday night so that you and I would have time to talk and think about how we want our relationship and the one with her to play out.”

“Wow, that’s interesting. I’m glad you saw her. I didn’t want her to think she was just a fuck toy for us for the weekend. She’s a nice girl. She told me that she loved me, but I discounted that since I think she was in the fog of sex.”

Sarah laughed, “She WANTS to be a fuck toy for us and anybody else that we decide to play with. She’s kind of submissive, but not in a dom-sub way, if I can make that distinction. I think she just knows what she likes, and that’s a lot of sex with both genders. She’s bi, only I think she just learned that this weekend.

“Rachel did tell me that she’d told you that she loves you, and I think that’s true, given the short amount of time that you two interacted. Puppy love or infatuation, perhaps. In any case, she’s almost as big a sex fiend as I am.”

“So, Wednesday night is playtime?

“Or whatever we make it for her,” Sarah grinned in a lecherous way.

As we ate dinner, I said, “I did some thinking about rule and boundaries for our relationship if it is going to be an open one, as it seems to be.”

“Tell me,” Sarah said with some excitement in her tone.

“I’m totally new to this, so your input is needed. These are for debate and not an edict from me. First, is that our relationship is primary, top, most important, and never to be discounted or demeaned by either of us. We don’t allow others to do that either. There is no cuckolding going either way in this; no humiliation or purposeful embarrassment of each other. We’re equals in the relationship. Another way to say that is that we have the utmost respect for each other, and that mutual respect influences who we have an outside relationship with, what we do, where we do it, what is said — especially about each other to a third party, and so on.”

Sarah looked impressed and nodded for me to continue. I could tell she agreed with what I’d said.

“Communications is key, so before and after every sexual encounter with someone else, we talk, if nothing more than to acknowledge what will or did take place. This avoids surprises and hopefully hurt feelings or jealousies. Talking before is a wish, but not mandatory the way after sex should be. This, right now, is an example of what I’m thinking about in this area.

“On the latter point, compersion is the elusive goal. In the communication area, probably because I’ve discovered what a horn dog I am, I would like to hear a lot of the salacious details of your encounters, including past ones. They turn me on and the fact that you are sharing them will make us closer.”

Sarah said, “Safe sex — always.”

I nodded and went on, “I’ve given some thought to the boundaries or guard rails, too. These could include things like how often, when, overnights, physical activities, whether we get emotionally involved, social and public situations with others, and privacy and discretion. Instead of setting up a long list of specifics, I thought that with the overall principle of relationship primacy, mutual respect, and frequent communications, I’m not sure we need to get more specific. I don’t want to take away the concept of spontaneity completely and if there’s some doubt, we can talk about it right then.

“I’m mindful of neither of us getting in a parenting role for the other, where if one of us wants to do something, we have to seek permission. We’re both adults and should act like it. We’re both independent beings, who have a romantic connection that we’re making non-exclusive in terms of sex and affection with others.

Sarah said, “So, here’s a scenario for you. I meet a guy at work and flirt, and he flirts back, and then asks me out ‘to dinner and whatever’. Do I accept, and you know what ‘whatever’ probably means?”

I smiled, “Yes, accept his offer. Say I was in the reverse situation. I’d touch base with you, especially if we had plans or even just the simple expectation of having dinner and an evening together — that’s respect for each other. A phone call or text. In your case, I’d want to know that you were going to be safe and either I or someone else knew who you were going with — snapshot of a driver’s license or something akin.” I laughed, “We need to have a starting point to look for the body.”

I went on, “I wouldn’t want there to be limitations on what either of us could or couldn’t do with that person — spontaneity, right? I’d also minimize any PDAs, especially if we went someplace where you or some of our friends might be. In case we do run into some friends, you and I should agree as to what our story is going to be? Do we tell others that we’re in an open relationship?”

Sarah nodded, “I agree with what you said. Just know that in my case, some people are going to recognize me as Candy Sweet. I’m not sure what that will imply for the rest of a date, but they’ll know I fucked around a lot, for instance, and may want to take advantage of that. They will have expectations about what I’d do or not do. I can cope with that; been doing so for years.”

I said, “Got it. Now, having said all that, what do we do about Rachel? Having had lunch with her, you probably have more insights than I do.”

“Let’s eat out on Wednesday evening with her, and then bring her back her and fuck the living daylights out of her. I think that’s what she wants, and I think it’d be fun for both of us.”

I just grinned and nodded agreement.

* * * * *

Very late on Wednesday night, I surveyed my new king-size bed with a sense of pride and accomplishment. Rachel lay on one side of the bed, naked and uncovered, with one arm thrown up and across her forehead. She had a hickey on one breast from me, and on the other from Sarah. My cum still leaked from inside her, although the initial leakage had been licked up by Sarah when she was giving our new fuck toy an orgasm.

Sarah had contributed in a major way to Rachel’s sexual demise. There’d been several periods of intense female-female sex as I urged them on, even making suggestions; some of which were based on some of the porn that Candy Sweet had done not too many years earlier.

Next to Rachel, Sarah lay face down, naked and plundered and worn out, and dead to the world. Her beautiful ass was highly evident and also had a hickey on it from Rachel. She, too, showed signed of sexual wear and tear from Rachel and me. I’d been a beast and cum in each woman two times, and that after eating more pussy than at any time previous in my life — pussy that was wet or dry with cum. The whole evening was punctuated with orgasms from the two of them.

I made sure to set an alarm on my iPhone since tomorrow was a work day, although given the hour I didn’t know how effective any of us would be at our jobs. I covered the girls and snuggled in beside Sarah. She groaned in her sleep and gave me another inch in my own bed. I kissed her shoulder.

Later, over our cups of coffee in the morning, Rachel asked if it was okay for her to see us that night. Sarah said yes before I did.

That night, Rachel took us out to dinner at Patrick’s. We had a booth, she faced the two of us, the place was noisy, so we could talk and no one would pay attention, even for a racy conversation. She started, “I’ve been with the two of you for three nights out of my life. I calculated today, and that’s three out of almost ten-thousand. Yet, these nights have been the best in my life by a factor of a zillion. I don’t want them to end. I’m being blunt here, but what can I do to have them the rest of my life? And, yes, I know that they won’t all be like last night, but I’m ready if they are.” Tears came to her eyes and she choked up and bit her lower lip. She really wanted to be with us. Note that I am a sucker for teary women.

I reached across the table and held Rachel’s hand. Sarah had guessed about the topic earlier, and we had agreed on a bold plan to see where things would go.

I took the lead. “Rachel, we want you to move in with Sarah. I’m right next door, as you know, but most of the time the three of us will be together when we’re not at work. We want you to have a close look at each of us, and each of us will be getting a close look at the other two in this mix.”

Sarah added, “Just so you know, Lindsay will be in and out of here, too, at least those are her plans. Depending on her schedule and availability, she is part of our group. Others may also join, and we encourage you to feel your way when that happens.”

Rachel sobbed, “Thank you. That’s … a dream come true. I want to be close to the two of you. I love you both, and I know a rational person would say that it’s way too early to make that statement. So, humor me, please.”

After dinner, I got my car and we went to Rachel’s apartment and she loaded the backseat and trunk with some of her stuff. We moved her into Sarah’s guest room, which had an ensuite, but she also was told to leave some things in the master bath, since she’d be sleeping in Sarah’s large bed.

After that, we had Rachel make sweet love to the two of us. We weren’t as rambunctious as the previous night and went to sleep at a decent hour. Rachel was clingy and very loving. She went to sleep in my arms as Sarah spooned behind me.

Come the weekend, we started Saturday with a long run by the three of us. Rachel dropped off part way along, and we picked her up on the way back. Sarah and I ran about ten miles, and Rachel about six. We got coffee and omelets at The Station after we got near the condo.

After our brunch, we showered and then helped Rachel move the rest of her belongings to Sarah’s apartment. She had a smile a mile wide the whole day. I’m not sure that I’d ever seen someone so happy.

We resisted making love with each other, postponing things until sometime after dinner. We had dinner at Gecko’s and watched the end of one of the college football games on their big screen TV. We then went ‘home’ and put our throuple into high gear and fucked each other’s lights out. We repeated everything on Sunday.