Message-ID: <12900eli$9807091916@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: see@below.for.email (dimitri) Subject: (Anonymous)"Showtime Part 2"(m/f, f/f, oral, anal, orgy, fem. mast. [1/1] - Featuring Heather Locklear, Jennie Garth, Alyssa Milano and Sarah Michelle Gellar Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: Text/Plain; charset=US-ASCII Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <6o2r8b$2kr$2@newsource.ihug.co.nz> Hello there, this is Dimitri, author of various stories here in A.S.S and A.S.S.M. Awhile ago the author of this series e-mailed me asking if I would be willing to post these, so that the he/she could retain their anonymity. Obviously I agreed, and here we are now. If you want to make some comments about this story, whether it be compliments or constructive criticism, send the message to me and I will pass it on to the author, who would love to hear some feedback. The address to write to is - dimitri_resides@hotmail.com - and why not tell me what you think of my latest, Celebrity Hypnotist Chapter Six (posted today) as well (shameless plug alert!!!!) We both look forward to hearing from you! - Dimitri - SHOW TIME Part 2 (f mast, m/f nc, slight bond, ff/m oral) When the award ceremony ended, the celebrities headed out to paint the town red. The group Alyssa, Jennie, and Sarah were with went over to Planet Hollywood. Most of the crowd consisted of the cast and crew members, of all three shows, other stars including a liberal sprinkling of studio execs., musicians, and the never ending crowd of hangers on. After about an hour Alyssa complained of a migraine headache, and excused herself, telling Sarah and Jennie she'd send the limousine back for them. She made her way through the crowd accepting a few polite congratulations, and fending off more than one aggressively polite attempt by various men, and one women to escort her back to her hotel suite. Alyssa got into the limousine, and stretched out in the back to make a phone call. The driver kept leering at her in the rear view mirror. Alyssa was talking on the phone, her left leg bent, foot planted on the edge of the seat, with her elbow resting on her knee. The driver had a clear free view of her not so hidden treasure. She glanced up suddenly, catching the perverts gaze. Alyssa slapped the switch raising the privacy barrier flipping him the finger. The operator put Alyssa through to the room but there was no answer. Arriving at the hotel it was just after 11pm, the lobby was practically empty. She found a house phone and called the front desk to find out what room a Mr. S. Colt was in, the clerk told her room number 1825. She went up to her room on the 20th floor and got a sheet of paper from the desk. Alyssa kicked off her grey Italian pumps, walked over to the bar and poured herself a glass of white wine. Taking it back to the desk she sat down took out a piece of stationary and thought for a moment. She began to write. Dear Steve I would like to thank you for your compassion and comfort during our trauma earlier on today. Your gentle concern was both calming and made me feel a warmth and security I have not felt in years. I would like to see you again tonight if possible. Sincerely, A. M. Alyssa folded the note, placing it in an envelope with an extra room key. She drank the wine, looking out the penthouse window at the city skyline. She tried to call his room one last time but again there was no answer. She left her suite skipped down the two flights of stairs, and went to Steve's room, checking to make sure the hallway was empty she quickly slid the envelope under his door, and went back upstairs. Getting back to her own suite she closed the door leaning against it Alyssa could feel her heart beating rapidly. She kicking off her shoes in the hallway, and began undress. Unbuttoning her grey dress suit, she threw it over the back of the couch, walking over the bar in just her slip, bra and stockings Alyssa poured herself another glass of wine. She sauntered towards the bedroom, shrugging out of her slip letting it drop to the floor outside the door. Just inside the bedroom she undid her white lace, half-cup push up bra leaving it dangling on the doorknob. Alyssa took a sipped her wine. Gently rubbed her breasts, moving them in circular motions touching her nipples with the tips of her fingers, she unclasped her nylons, slowly rolling them down each smooth, slender alabaster white leg at a time, and slipped off her garter belt. Absentmindedly she reached down to remove her panties, only then Alyssa stopped and grinned to herself, remembering where they where. Her left hand moved between her legs cupping her slightly moist cunt, Alyssa grasped her mons firmly massaging her cunt lips with her fingers, taking another gulp of wine she pushed her palm down on her venus mound. "Mmmmmmmmh.. oh ooh.... " Alyssa slowly inserted her index finger into her vagina, closing her eyes she pushed slightly her finger probing coming to rest on her unbroken hymen, Alyssa smiled to herself, and withdrew her finger bringing it to her lips sucking it tasting her own juice. Finishing her wine, she put on her silvery blue Japanese silk robe, cinching the belt around her waist, and headed for the bathroom. As she came out of the bedroom there was a knock at the door. Alyssa put the empty wineglass on the coffee table, looking at the clock she saw it was just after 12 P.M. Going to the door Alyssa stood on her tip toes to look through the peep hole, all she could see was a big bouquet, of beautiful long stemmed red roses. But it didn't look like anyone she knew behind them "Who is it?" she asked. "FTP ma'am flower delivery" They must be from someone congratulating her on her Emmy's. She opened the door, to see a young, tall black man, he gave her a wide beaming smile she relaxed. "Just put them on the table please, I'll get my purse." The man entered the suite quickly glancing about the room, "I thought you'd still be out partying" he inquired putting the flowers in a vase. "No Alyssa replied, I had a headache and came back early". She handed him a ten dollar bill "Thanks " he said noticing the single empty glass on the table. He turned to leave Alyssa followed him to the door "Goodnight". "Yea it will be" he said, he opened the door a bit smiling at her, then closed it again, turning the lock on the door knob. Alyssa looked up at him "ww-what are you doing " she stammered. "Whatever I want, you stuck up snotty little white bitch!" he sneered. Panic and terror formed on Alyssa's sweet young face, she made a dash for the phone, the man ran after her , pushing her hard on the back, Alyssa went sprawling on the carpet. Approaching the scared girl she opened her mouth to scream, as she rolled over on to her back he gave her a swift kick in her side knocking the wind out her. Alyssa couldn't scream, she just groaned in pain as his shoe connected with her in the ribs. He smiled as her robe had fallen aside showing off her supple white legs, almost all the way to her pussy. "What do you want? Alyssa cried , I have money" "I ain't interested in no Fuckin money Bitch!" A look of disbelief came across her face, this wasn't something that could happen to her, surely not, she wasn't some bar slut or high school girl. "Nooooo... Please, she pleaded Not That! you Can't!" The stranger grinned "Can and will bitch!" giving her another kick, lifting her small body off the floor, sending her slamming against the wall with a thud. "Uuuuoohf!!" Walking over to where she lay, he picked her up, holding her by the upper arms tightly he slammed Alyssa against the wall. Her eyes blinked as Alyssa lost focus for a moment, the wine was beginning to affect her. He kissed her on the lips, twisting her head in a futile gesture of resistance, she felt his tongue invader her mouth. Alyssa tried to hold her mouth closed but he grabbed her lower jaw squeezing hard forcing her mouth open. Did she ever taste sweet he thought, man was he going to enjoy raping her little twat. Bet she never had no big black cock in her tight high class Beverly Hills cunt, he was gonna fuck her up good, and wide. But first he was gonna get one of them Hollywood blowjobs he'd heard about. Holding Alyssa against the wall, he groped at her breasts, yanking her robe open, his hand snaked down over her flat girlish stomach, coming to rest on her small furry slit. She tried to move her body away from his exploring hand, he tightened his grasp around her neck. He curiously pushed the tip of his index finger into Alyssa, she squirmed "N-N-NO DON'T, PLEEEEEASE!" "Shut your Fucking mouth Bitch!" his finger wormed it's way in to her narrow slit coming to rest upon discovering her cherry. "Shit man, this is gonna be better than I dreamed, didn't know you was still a virgin". She flinched at the mention of her chastity, which she had fought so hard to protect, at the cost of many boyfriends, who thought she was just being a frigid snotty stuck up tease. He wiggled the tip of his finger around pawing her mons and lips with the rest of his hand. Alyssa tried to wiggle her pelvis away from the mans hand, he grabbed harder, she let out a low cry, biting her lower lip. Withdrawing his finger, he pulled off her belt tying her hands together in front of her, leaving enough of the belt to use as a lead. As he finished tying the knot, Alyssa attempted to knee him in the groin, he saw it coming and blocked move with his hip. "None of that shit now cunt!" he punched her in the face, she collapsed in a heap. Picking her up, he carried her to the bedroom laying her unconscious body on the bed he tied the other end of the belt to the headboard. During the struggle Alyssa's robe had come off one shoulder the left side of her body was revealed to the assailant. He drank in the view of her luscious form, pulling aside the right half of Alyssa's robe, he pawed at her beasts, fondling them in his large hands. He stopped to unzip his pants removing his thick black penis. Quickly straddling her fragile form, presenting his thick 5 inches to Alyssa's face. She started to awake, she startled at the sight of the delivery boy sitting over her chest, his cock sticking out of his pants an inch away from her face. She tried to twist him off of her but he used his weight to pin her to the bed. Pulling her arms caused the knot to tighten around her wrists. "No use struggling slut, now you lie there like a good little Hollywood whore, and have a suck on my nice big cock, and if I feel any teeth I'll beat you pretty little face so bad you'll never make another film again." Realizing her situation was hopeless, Alyssa thought maybe she could get him to cum with her mouth before he could take her virginity. After one of her "I'm the Boss Special Episodes" most men couldn't get it up again for a couple of hours. A tiny trickle formed in her eyes, she started to cry. Closing her eyes Alyssa leaned forward, and took her rapist's cock head in her mouth, it was difficult she had no saliva. "Open them eyes bitch!I want to see the look on your face" She reluctantly opened her eyes trying not to glare at her him. He looked down relished the site of Alyssa Milano's young gorgeous full breasts, the star of Melrose Place taking his hardening prick between her stretched lips, looking at her perfectly powdered million dollar face, he began to move it in and out "Ohhhhh....Man are you good at this sweetie, I guess all those stories I heard must be true Huh? Babe, you must be a really high paid whore." By now Alyssa's eye's were so flooded with tears she couldn't see a thing, but she kept on sucking, letting her tongue glide along the underside of this monster sex organ. She was just able to stretch her mouth around the 2 inch diameter cock, it was so thick her jaw ached. Her mouth was now fully filled by 5 inches of black cock meat, the head of her rapist's penis pushed open her throat, she gagged fighting for air, trying to remain calm and relax her throat. The assailant felt his cock head enter the tightness of her throat, he grabbed the back of Alyssa's head shoving it into his pelvis holding it there smothering his victims cries for mercy. She felt his penis brutally rammed down her throat, Alyssa's nose smacked against his pelvic bone, it didn't break but it started to bleed, making it even more difficult for her to breath. The intruder couldn't hold back anymore, he's cock jerked in her mouth as his cum erupted into Alyssa's throat, "Uuuuuuuugh!" She choked back the sticky bitter goo, he pulled back a bit, Alyssa took the second batch in her mouth swallowing it quickly for fear of choking. As he let her head drop back onto the pillow, his organ left he mouth, some residual drops spat across Alyssa's lovely face dripping on to her lips. She began to sob uncontrollably, her mascara running down her cheeks, what had she done to deserve this. He shook his dick, a few droplets spewed off the end landing in his victim's hair, and neck. Alyssa closed her eyes, sobbing quietly. He wiped the tip on her lips, and the corner of her mouth. The man got off her his cock now limply hanging like a dead snake. "Damn that was Good!" He sat on the bed letting his eyes travel down her slight body, coming to rest on her feminine charms. He got off her chest, Alyssa breathed in deeply, sobbing between breaths. The tormentor moved her thighs apart, putting his knees between her legs. Alyssa pressed her thighs together but he was too strong. Taking his member in hand, he began jerking himself bringing his cock to another salute. Alyssa watched his organ became rigid again, how could he do that? She couldn't take that in her virgin pussy. She searched his face for a sign of humanity, but saw only lust and perversion. He rubbed the tip of his enlarged steel hard dick, at the slit of Alyssa's pussy, using her own saliva to moisten it. He pressed it forward testing the resistance. She felt him pushing at the entrance of her untouched flower. "Pleeease I'm Begging you DON'T DO THIS!!" Alyssa pleaded, "You'll Rip Me Apart, I Can't Take You, it's to Big!" He pressed forward "Uuuughh!" the labia lips parted under the pressure. Alyssa screamed, "AAAAAAAAAARRRRRGH!" He slapped her cross the mouth "Thought I told you to SHUT THE FUCK UP TRAMP!" In a suite this size, at this time of the night there was little chance in anyone hearing, but he enjoyed the domination. A trickle of blood dripped out of Alyssa's mouth and ran down her cheek. Her head was filled with pain, Alyssa felt the tip his penis now fully between her tightly stretched cunt lips, just waiting to rip through the thin tissue like membrane of her delicate hymen, Alyssa's preciously guarded maidenhead would be lost forever. Of all the ways she dreamed she might give her virginity away one day to a special man, Alyssa had never once imagined it would be taken by brute force. The rapist was preparing for to ram his way through her cherry. Shit was she ever tight, but a few good thrusts and she'd loosen up real nice. "Okay slut, any last words before I make you a women?" Alyssa turned her head and cried into the pillow. He pushed himself up for more leverage as he prepared to thrust into her unused pure virgin cunt. Alyssa bracing herself for the tremendous pain suddenly felt crushed under the weight of her attacker. Before she could react his body rolled off her his hard penis was yanked from her tender pussy, which immediately snapped shut like a beaver trap. Opening her eyes she saw him lying beside her seemingly a sleep. Turning her head to look up Alyssa saw a blurred figure though the tears, "Are you okay Alyssa?" She recognized the voice it was Steve, " Oh Thank God Steve... he was delivering flowers he ..he attacked me...oh God he was about to rape me...." she cried tearfully. Steve dropped the ash tray, and rolled the body off the side of the bed. Sitting down to untie Alyssa. "Don't worry you'll be just fine soon" he said, hoping to sound reassuring. He untied the belt from the headboard, Alyssa sat up putting her arms around him tucking her head into his shoulder. She was shaking badly, Steve remove his jacket hugging it around her shoulders. He held her head stroking her hair listening to her sob. "Are you hurt badly?" he asked, Alyssa tried to clear her mind "No...no.oo I don't think so." Suddenly there was a loud knock at the door, Steve carefully detached himself from Alyssa she hung on. "You'll be okay, I'll get rid of whoever it is, and don't worry about him, he won't be waking up anytime soon." Steve went to the door checking through the spy hole he saw Jennie Garth and Sara-Michelle Geller, the two other actresses he had been in the elevator earlier tonight with. There was a third women with them, he couldn't quite see her whole face, but she had shoulder length blonde hair, stood about 5'5", dressed in a silvery white gown made of some semi metallic fabric, with a deep v-neck, and thin straps. Hey ! it was Heather Locklear! He hesitated a moment then concluding that Alyssa would need the help of another women, he opened the door. The girls looked dumb struck as they saw Steve open the door to Alyssa's suite. "Ohh! Hi it's you, we're sorry Jennie said smiling didn't mean to interrupt anything, we Alyssa said she wasn't feeling well, when she left early so....." She stopped talking, sensing from Steve's expression something was wrong, he waved them inside. Sarah noticed the blood on his shirt, and caught Jennies eye "Where's Alyssa?" she asked . "She's in the bedroom, but there's been some trouble..." he replied Jennie took off heading for the bedroom with Sarah, on her heels. Steve went to the bathroom to get a wet face cloth and a towel, going by the bar he grabbed the some ice. Heather followed cautiously, behind. Jennie got to the doorway and stopped in her tracks. Sarah came up bumping into Jennie, as she stopped abruptly. "Oh My God, Alyssa." Sitting nude on the side of the bed, Alyssa's wrists were still tied together, she was bent forward crying into her hands. She raised her head upon hearing a gasp from the bedroom door. Alyssa's left eye was swollen and purple, her nose was bloody, a line of blood extended from the corner of her mouth, her face and hair were caked with spots of crusted dried seamen. "What did he do to you?!!" Sarah turn around and kicked Steve in the groin as he approached, "YOU BASTARD! how could you do that to her, what kind of a sick pervert are you?" Steve was in too much discomfort to answer, as he rolled around on the floor. "NO!" Alyssa yelled "It wasn't Steve, he saved me, from him, she said motioning to the other side of the room. Jennie walked around the king size bed and saw the prostrate form of Alyssa's rapist on the floor face down beside the bed. " Oh god is he dead?" Steve got to his knees "No just out cold" Sarah helped Steve get up " Errr... sorry about that, I just assumed...." "It's okay " Steve replied picking up the towels and ice. "Nice kick you have Sarah, glad I'm not a vampire." Heather came in putting a hand over her mouth, she saw her co-stars condition. She brushed past the others, and threw her arms around shaking girl Alyssa rested her head on Heather's bare shoulder. Jennie sat down on the other side of Alyssa, took the face cloth wiping her face, Sarah untied her hands and picked up the ice rubbing it around her eye. Alyssa began to regain her self control, and told them all what had happened that evening, occasionally braking down into tears. Sarah wanted to call doctor and the police, but Alyssa adamantly refused both, fearing a news leak would hurt her career. Steve checked the unconscious man, searching his pockets, he found a hypo needle, and a large packet of white powder. Jennie, and Heather, helped Alyssa into the bathroom where they checked her over and ran a hot bath, the bruises on Alyssa's arms and sides horrified them but at least she had no broken ribs. Once in the bath Alyssa began to calm down, the shock of the attack began to subside, Sarah came in and gave her a small glass of vodka. For the first time Alyssa looked down between her legs, she was relieved to see no blood, even though it still hurt like hell. She asked Sarah to check her vagina, see if her hymen was damaged. Sarah coated her finger with petroleum jelly, and knelt by the bathtub. Alyssa spread her legs, as wide as she could wincing at the soreness, Jennie reached over and steadied her by the shoulders. Heather helped Alyssa keep her legs apart, holding her at the knees. Then very gently with on hand she opened up Alyssa's labia lips, and inserted the tip of her finger. Alyssa's body stiffened with agony, "Uuuuuugh!" Sarah quickly withdrew, her finger. Alyssa nodded her head for Sarah to try again, this time she groaned as her friends first digit entered inside her. Sarah stopped, Alyssa told her to continue, more of her finger went in until Sarah felt, Alyssa's elastic wall. She lightly prodded feeling it push her finger away, then carefully she swept around the surface and lining of the walls, feeling for rips and holes. Sarah removed her finger holding it up for Alyssa to see, there was a tinge of red to it but no real amount of blood. Alyssa was immensely relieved, her valued virginity was still hers, she gave a slight smile for small mercies. Heather closed Alyssa's legs and pushed her knees back under the hot water. Jennie hugged her friend's shoulders giving her a peck on the forehead "You'll be just fine Scrapper." Meanwhile back in the bedroom, Steve stood over Alyssa's attacker, a deadly plan formed in his mind. Before leaving he gently knocked on the bathroom door. Jennie told him to come in Heather threw a towel over Alyssa in the bath. Steve explained his plan, all the girls except Alyssa, objected saying it was too risky. Alyssa just stared into space. Steve reasoned that since they couldn't call the cops it was there only choice, if they let him go he'd surely come back for her or maybe another girl. He also pointed out that since the assailant hadn't bothered to wear a mask, he probably, meant to kill Alyssa after he was done with her. Not wanting to upset Alyssa Steve neglected to mention the other items he recovered from the mans pockets, mainly a Swiss Army knife, small tube of Vaseline, a lighter, and a few alligator clamps. No doubt she would have been brutally raped, tortured, and left either dead, or lived with sever psychological and physical scaring. Steve further surmised that with the amount of cocaine this guy had, he probably had some kind of police record for B & E's to support his habit. No, the cops wouldn't look too deep into his death, even if he showed up full of bullet holes. Finally they agreed, it was their only real choice. Finding a spoon, and on the druggie, he liquefied all the cocaine the man had on him, pouring it into a plastic bag, and putting it in his jacket pocket. Then went out and got a laundry cart from the floor below, which had been left in the hall. Coming back to the suite he hoisted the man into the cart and covered him up. Then it was just a matter of taking the service elevator down to a sub basement, and shooting him up in the stairwell, being careful not to get his own finger prints on anything. No one in L.A. would ever think twice about a two-bit junkie turning up dead from an over dose. Steve stayed to watch the man's heart stop. Then he got rid off all the other things the man had with him. He tossed the roses, after checking for any card or receipt, into a dumpster on another level, being careful to stay out of sight of both people and security cameras. The knife went down a sewer grate, and the clips were dropped into a janitors disposal bin. On his way up to the 20th floor he put the cart back where it belonged. It was 2 A.M. when Steve knocked on the door to Alyssa's suite Sarah let him in. Steve flopped down on the couch, breathing a sigh of relief, no one asked how it went, they didn't need anymore than their consciences could handle. Yet each girl appeared completely calm, and unfretted, damn they were good actresses. After a brief discussion they decided to move Alyssa to Jennie and Sarah's suite down the hall. This way she could sleep better, and the maid could clean the room in the morning. Sarah and Heather gathered up some of Alyssa's stuff. .Jennie went her suite and got a blanket , while Steve checked around the suite for anything that looked suspicious, damaged, or just out of place. When Jennie returned Sarah helped her up from the chair. Her body ached with pain, Jennie wrapped Alyssa in the blanket, Steve swooped her up in his arms, Alyssa let out a small groan and clasped her hands around the back of his neck. Hanging the "Please make up room" sign on the doorknob, the party left the suite. On entering the other suite Steve carried Alyssa into the master bedroom. Depositing her gently on the bed she leaned up and kissed him on the lips, "Thanks, for being there." Steve smiled bashfully and told her to try and rest. She looked 12 years old again, in her white cotton pajamas, with little pink teddy bears all over. The other girls came in with her stuff, dumping it in a corner. Heather came over to the bed with glass of water and a couple of mild sedatives. "Here these will help you sleep." Alyssa took the pills and laid back on the bed. Jennie unzipped her dress, and kicked Steve out of the room. Grudgingly he trod out and went into the living room. Sarah had disappeared into the other bedroom, only Heather was present. Steve took off his jacket and loosened his tie. The girls had told Heather how they had all met in the stuck elevator, not mentioning exactly how Steve had calmed their claustrophobia. Alyssa had told them a story of how she had met Steve in the Lobby later that night, and had given him a key to come up to her suite later to talk, Steve was currently living in New York, which was where Alyssa was born. Heather and Steve sat there eyeing on another, they began to make small talk, Steve listening in awe to one of TV's most talented stars, Heather trying to figure out this mystery man, who seemed to have captured to trust and respect of her friends so quickly. She liked him, and knew he wasn't a phony, God knows this business was full of them, and you didn't survive this long without learning to pick them out. Sarah came out dressed in a long red t-shirt, which ended just above her knees. She sat on the couch next to Heather, who then excused herself going into the same bedroom Sarah -Michelle just came from. She and Steve talked about the party, she had attended that night, who was there, who wasn't etc. After a minute or so Jennie appeared, her face scrubbed, hair down, Steve noticed that she had put on a nightshirt, white with 101 Dalmations on it. Jennie made her way to the bar, asking if the others wanted a drink. Sarah asked for a warm milk, Steve asked for a brandy. As Jennie brought over the drinks, she walked past a bright set of track lights. Steve got a momentary glimpse of her slim silhouette, through her nightshirt. Jennie small perky breasts stood out firmly, tipped by her small button nipples, her stomach was flat extending down to a trim pelvic area, backed by a skinny tight ass. She handed Sarah her drink, then turned to give Steve his, in doing so Jennie leaned over letting the neckline of her nightshirt bellow out. Steve got quite an eyeful of a lovely pair of breasts, and was able to see right down to the little tuft of hair between her legs. Jennie saw where he was gawking, and pulled his chin back up so he was eye level flicking her finger across his nose. " Behave yourself, you pervert!" she chided, and handed him his drink. She sat on the couch next to Sarah, tucking her legs beneath her bum. Sarah was sitting there sipping her warm milk cross-legged. Needless to say this opened up the bottom of her t-shirt like a wide mouth bass. Steve could see that she too was without panties, Sarah still had the slit of a virgin, she couldn't have been to sexually active. Jennie nudged Sarah, "Sit like a lady dear, not like a slut, you'll have poor Steve drooling in minute." Sarah crossed her legs pulling t-shirt further down, giving an apologetic smile. Heather came out of the bedroom, in one of Jennie's nightshirts, this one was light blue with yellow stripes. Being bigger breasted than her friend, made the material snug around Heather's chest, showing off her small well formed nipples. Heather made a hot coco for her self and joined the others, sitting on the other end of the couch , that Steve occupied. Since he already knew much about them, they asked Steve a few questions about himself. He explained he was from Michigan, two sisters both younger, Lisa 25, Cathy 27, he was 32, parents dead car accident 1993 , grew up in middle class suburbia. Graduated from West Point class of 86, spent the next 5 years in the Marines, intelligence branch. Then 6 years in with US embassies over in Europe. Finally working for "Jane's Defense" magazine as a military intelligence consultant. The girls were intrigued, none of them had ever meet a real spy before. Suddenly there was a loud knock at the door, Steve checked his watch it was 3AM. The girls stopped talking, Jennie looked at Steve, they got up and went to the door. The person knocked again only louder, Jennie looked through the peephole. She could see four longhaired guys in jeans and black cut off t-shirts, she waved Heather over to the door "it's Richie and the band." Heather opened the door while Steve and Jennie retreated to the living room. >From what they could hear Richie was pissed, both figuratively and >literally. About Heather leaving the party without him, wanting to be with her stuck up, BH friends instead of him and the band. Heather and tried to assure him it wasn't like that. She explained that Alyssa wasn't feeling well, so she decided to stay with her tonight. Heather had tried to call earlier but couldn't find him, besides she could spend the night with her pals if he was going club hopping with the band. Richie pushed past his wife, going into the room "So let's see whose here, huh?" The guy's tromped in behind Richie leering at Heather's breasts. As Richie walked in he saw Jennie and Sarah sitting on one couch, and some guy in suit sitting opposite. Heather caught up with Ritchie telling him to go home. "Hey girls congrates, on the Emmy's tonight!" He said in a somewhat slurred voice, the rest of the guys just stood there like giddy schoolboys leering at Jennie and Sarah-Michelle. "Who's the suit?" Richie asked. "He's an associate of mine" Jennie responded. "Accountant huh, let's see how fast you can subtract an get the Fuck out dude." Steve got up "I was just leaving anyway" Hoping that his departure would make it easier for Heather to get the band to leave also. Jennie crossed her arms over her chest, and told Steve to stay put. She was sure Heather could bring Richie to heel, but she wasn't sure that he would be able, or willing to control his boys if they got out of hand. The last thing she wanted tonight was to end up as their groupie in a gangbang. "You an the girls have a drink with us Babe, then we'll go." said Richie "Yea "The band sounded in, though not quite in harmony. Heather was fuming mad, she hated it when he called her "Babe." One of the drug rehab poster boys flopped on the couch next to Sarah, "Hey Buffy, I gotta stake you can sink your teeth into" he said letting his arm drop around her shoulder. Sarah grabbed two of his fingers crunching them together, "Yeeeooooo!" the guy howled, removing the offending limb from around her neck. Another wasted member went over to Jennie grabbing her ass from behind. "Hi sweet stuff, how's about a little party to celebrate your Emmy?" Jennie slapped the brute, and backed away. Steve walked over between them, " I think you guy's should be on you way." Richie grabbed his wife by the arm, "Come on Babe we're leavin", Heather struggled, "I'm not going with you, let Go of Me!" Steve stepped between them and the door, "Hey Dweeb you still here?" Richie sneered. "The lady said she wasn't leaving" Ritchie smiled at Steve "She ain't no Lady man, I ain't taken orders from no wimpy flunky like you." Ritchie took a wild swing at Steve, who neatly sidestepped the hook, grabbing the mans arm bringing it behind his back spinning Ritchie around. The rock star winced in pain "Yer hurtin me man let go" Two of the band members got up closing in on Steve, pushing Richie to the floor he decked the first man with right hook. The other took a blow to the stomach, both going down like sandbags. The third one went to get up from the couch, as he did so Sarah tripped him. Heather stepped closer to Ritchie, and in low voice, that all husbands understand with dredd "leave right now." Steve released Ritchie, he shrugged his shoulders, "Come on guys, let's go find a real party." The group left in a huff, Ritchie waved goodbye as he closed the door, "Later Babes." Heather turned to Steve, nobody has ever treated Ritchie like that before. Steve prepared himself for a kind of tongue lashing, he didn't like. Heather's baby blue eyes softened as she embraced him, that was gutsy, thank you for standing up for me. Steve let out a sigh of relief. Jennie came over and joined the hug as did Sarah, "This is getting to be a habit with us," remarked Jennie. Heather smiled up at Steve, "And I thought there were no more white knights." After a few moments the group broke up, the girls finished their drinks, while Steve look in on Alyssa, who was sound a sleep. Steve came out of the bedroom and picked up his jacket and headed for the door, 'I'll call in the morning to see how things are, okay." Sarah and Jennie exchange glances, "Er where are you going Steve? " He looked at Sarah, "Back down stairs to my room." her replied nonchalantly. "Oh no your not your staying here, I think we'd all sleep better if you were here" Steve looking at the three sirens, they were unanimous. "Okay" he agreed "But I have meeting at 10AM." "That's alright "Jennie responded. A tiny smile crept across Steve's face "Okay so where do I sleep?" he eagerly inquired. Heather went to a closet, pulling out sheets and a pillow, tossing them on a couch. Steve's smile crept away. Now it was the girls turn to smile. They each kissed him goodnight and headed off to bed, Steve got undressed and settled in on the couch. Later that morning around 5AM, Heather abruptly awoke and got out of bed to check on Alyssa, who was sleeping in the other room with Jennie. Silently going from one room to the other, she saw that both girls were well asleep. On her way back Heather could see that Steve had kicked the sheets onto the floor. "Men she muttered. Heather walked over and picked up the bed sheet, about to put it back she stopped in mid action. Standing up through Steve's boxers was 9 inches of the most gorgeous cockmeat Heather had ever seen. In the dim light of the morning, she looked at the stiff piece of prime cut. The sheet slipped out from her grasp, she sank to her knees. She looked towards the bedrooms carefully listening for any sounds of movement. It would be embarrassing for Steve if the girls came out in the morning and saw his woody. Heather leaned forward, shifting her knees apart. Very lightly she kissed the crown of his cock watching for a reaction she detected none. Heather grew bolder, take the whole head of his penis in her mouth, licking it with her tongue ever so gracefully, something learned after years of practice. Steve moaned but didn't wake, he just thrust his hips up a little, Heather opened her mouth taking the first inch of his cock into her hot wet cock taster. Gently she wrapped her fingers around his organ, slowly moving them stoking the length of his penis. Her tongue rubbed itself against the bare head of Steve's dick. In his sleeping state tilted his pelvis towards her, Heather sank more of his shaft past her full hungry lips, her fingers moved quicker, with purpose. She didn't feel any guilt about cheating on her husband, he always had a string of 17 year old groupies following him around, and she knew he was probably banging one of them right now. Sarah awoke looking at the other bed she realized Heather had gotten up. She closed her eyes again, then heard moaning from the living room. "Mmmmgggh" Curiosity got the better of her and Sarah climbed out of bed, once at the door she could clearly see the kneeling form of Heather Locklear, by the couch suck Steve's manhood, like a 20 dollar whore. Sneaking up on Heather, she lay down behind her and wriggled her way between Heathers knees. Sarah gazed at Heathers full inviting labia, inhaling the blonde sluts musky scent. Gently she reached around and parted Heathers lips, caressing them with her fingers, then raising her head Sarah flicked her tongue along Heathers slit. Heather suddenly felt a presence below her, hesitating for a second she slowed the pace of her sucking. She couldn't figure out if it was Jennie, or Sarah, the figure beneath her pulled Heather's cunt down on to her face, Heather felt the tongue working it's way into her crack, poking at her clitoris. She regained her confidence and continued pulling Steve's cock with her lips. Steve's body began to roll with Heather's oral ministrations, there was now 6 inches of penis plant in her mouth pushing out her cheeks worming it's way into the back of Heather's mouth. She gagged a bit then took a deep breath, swallowing the head of his cock into her throat. Her lips continued to bring the rest of his meat into her mouth, until her tongue was licking his balls. Sarah sucked and probed at Heathers pussy, her tongue absorbing the juices from Heathers inner lips, nibbling at her clit, teasing the small organ making it erect begging to be kissed. Heather reaching down with one hand, pressing the back of Sarah's head, pushing her pelvis lower, grinding it along Sarah's eager lips. Sarah easily inserted one of her fingers inside Heathers soaking slit. Heather spread her knees further apart rotating her cunt around the exploring finger. Sarah put her other hand between her own legs, hiking up her nightshirt, rubbing her mons, sliding a finger tip along her nearly hairless slit, pressing on her clit. Sarah slipped a second finger into Heather, she heard her partner let out a low muffled moan, accepting the intruding appendage. Sarah own cunt relaxed and accepted tow of her fingers for pleasure, She drove them deep within in her vagina, pushing her body on to it's own hand. The girls moved in unison as Heather rode Sarah oral treat like a bucking pony to a quivering orgasm, releasing a jet of cum all over the young girls face and hair. Sarah's body stiffened as she came with three fingers jammed up her own twat, shaking slightly from the orgasm. Steve's cock pulsated as semen hosed though it's narrow opening and gushed into Heather's slutty mouth, spilling down her throat. She backed off so just the head was tightly ringed by her lips, Heather held the sperm in her mouth swallowing only as much as necessary. When the penis deflated Heather carefully pulled her mouth off the limp organ sliding her lips back over the head closing them over the pee hole, keeping them pursed together. She unstraddled herself from Sarah's cum coated face, reached down pulling Sarah's head up, cradling the young girls head in her hands. Focusing into Heather's soft blue eye's, Sarah whispered, "Save any for me lover?" Heather nodded slightly. "Then what the fuck are you waiting for?" Sarah asked in a gentle tone, "Feed me his cum, you cock sucking, cheap whoring tramp!" Heather kissed her forcefully on the lips. She formed an airtight seal between them, before Sarah's tongue could force Heather's lips apart, searching for its share of seamen. As she did so Sarah felt a gush of sperm and saliva cascade into her empty mouth, superised she pulled back but Heather's grip was firm. Sarah swallowed the salty milky goo, licking Heather's tongue clean of sperm sucking it from the inside of her lovers cheeks, while their hands massaged each others breasts. They heard Steve groan, Heather quickly placed his penis back inside his shorts, while Sarah dropped the blanket over him. They returned to the bedroom, sleeping the rest of the night in each others arms. Jennie smiled to her self, closing the door to her room, which was open just a crack, and climbed back into bed with Alyssa. -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----