Chapter 113

Adam hated the fact that he had a schedule for every facet of his life. Having one for school was enough. But he had one for almost every moment of his free time too.

The last week of May ran into the first week of June and classes started in a couple of days. For the next 5 weeks, almost every second of Adam's waking life was accounted for. He had class every morning from 9-11 a.m. Then he planned to spend an hour at the library to make sure he was caught up on his class – and away from everyone else – before meeting up with Shelly, Rebecca, Trinity and Walt who had class from 10-noon. The entire clan would meet for lunch before Adam devoted 1-4 p.m. for any issue that arose involving Subarctic, while Sean, Rachelle, Mary and Leslie went to class. This week, Adam was figuring out how to bring in additional male talent, although the universal answer was that nobody had any idea.

At 4, Adam and Shelly would teleconference with Ben, Tate and Jerry to discuss projects and get updates on anything else involving "Dragon Lore." Allie, Sarah, Karlie and Meredith would arrive at 4:30 from their classes at Santa Lucida Junior College and everyone would give a quick recap of what they had done that day – except for their classes because no one was interested in anything anyone else was taking. With the exception of Walt, everyone was taking a "cake" class during first summer session.

After the group ate, Adam figured he would take whatever time he needed to take in order to finish his class work for the next morning. The drawback of summer classes, Adam decided, was that the professor crammed 45 hours of class spread out over 15 weeks into a five-week session. That meant had three weeks of work to do every week. He was taking an elective in the college of liberal arts, which meant he had a ton of reading to do each evening – and a boring two-hour lecture each morning.

The only variation to his routine was when he had work scheduled. He had committed to shoot a scene every other week for "Bountiful Assets." He had a tit-job shoot with Sahara on Tuesday evening and his "Bountiful Assets" scene on Thursday – with a woman, he was ashamed to admit, whose name he couldn't remember. On Friday, the entire group was heading to Broadmoor for Erin's graduation ceremony.

But the kicker was going to be Sunday – when the group voted on dividends from the sale of Polar Power. Adam was pretty certain the idea he planned to float would make his friends plenty angry with him.

He had discussed the idea generically with Sean the previous weekend. Sean usually at least considered what Adam said before dismissing it out of hand. This time he hadn't even pretended to consider it.

"Ridiculous," he had said, getting up and walking away before Adam could ask what Sean found so disturbing. Sean had the same reaction each time Adam had attempted to broach the subject. Still, the board meeting was a public forum and the discussion about dividends was on the agenda. Even if it made sense to no one else, the idea made perfect sense to Adam.

He believed that the corporation should not declare a dividend on the money and instead use the entire amount – after taxes – for the betterment of the business.

Nighttime was always a pleasant experience for Adam. How could it not be?

Until he finished his surprise for his roommates, the group was using two beds pushed together. The king-sized bed they had purchased from Edna Patrick was roped to the double bed that once belonged to Sarah. It took up most of the room in the basement – and the mattresses tended to come apart during energetic activity – but no one seemed to mind.

Well, Adam decided, that wasn't really true. Shelly had fallen in the crack between the two mattresses once in such a way she couldn't extricate herself without help. Since she was nude at the time, the assistance came only after everyone had tickled the poor girl until she almost pissed herself. To say she was a tad bit upset would be an understatement. Still, Adam always smiled when he remembered the event, so it wasn't a total loss for everyone.

Adam was certain the girls had committed Mary to creating some arcane algorithm that decided who got to sleep where. The beds usually contained seven people (eight on the weekends Erin visited) and they were always arrayed differently. Adam could detect no pattern but he also detected no hostility so he called it a win. The one thing he was almost always certain of was going to sleep with his nuts drained of every last ounce of seminal fluid his body could produce.

The Monday night after the casting discussion was the exception. He had a scene with Sahara the next afternoon and everyone wanted him to be fresh.

The concept of "Best Breasts in the West" was titty-fucking. There were only a couple of women who regularly spent time in bed with Adam who were well-endowed enough for that particular activity: Sarah, Erin (and with some special effort, Trinity). Meredith surely could accomplish the feat and Adam had seen a video of Katey (as Betsy Hamilton) doing it. But neither had spent the night (or the day) with him (yet). For Allie, Shelly, Rebecca and Karlie, titty fucking was impossible – because they barely had titties.

Adam didn't mind that fact because what they did have upstairs was pretty spectacular in its own right and the rest of them more than made up for any real or imagined deficiencies in what the boobie fairy had left.

Of course, the fact that Adam needed to conserve his strength (and his load) for the next day didn't mean the rest of the group felt the need to refrain. Trinity had turned out to be a sexual dynamo. Once she got past her initial hang-ups about same-sex activity, there turned out to be very little she wouldn't do or wasn't willing to try. She was the first one to go for the all-over tan during the upper-deck sunning sessions. The rest followed suit pretty quickly, but Trinity still took the lead. About once a week, Adam would come into the bedroom from somewhere to find Trinity on all fours, her butt aimed at him, begging him to take her doggy style.

Trinity preferred to have sex in one of two ways. She either wanted to ride on Adam's lap so they could kiss or she wanted to be on her hands and knees with a pussy under her tongue. She really didn't care whose pussy it was, either.

Allie still liked to have Adam on top of her once in a while and she still enjoyed being carried around like a rag doll on occasion – as did Rebecca, who did it simply for the novelty. Shelly liked it any and all ways (and always, too) so Adam didn't think she had a preference. Sarah liked to sit on Adam's lap with her back to his front and Karlie liked things exactly opposite, straddling Adam while facing him.

The weekends when Erin could visit L.A., Adam discovered her favorite activity was a blowjob. She enjoyed vaginal and receiving oral sex, but if Adam had any amount of free time, there was a good bet Erin would try to coax a load out of him with her mouth. Not surprisingly, Adam was OK with that.

He was a bit surprised that nothing had come of the suggestion that Mary and Rachelle might like to play around some with the other girls. Or if they had, he was even more surprised he hadn't heard about it. He was also amazed that no more effort had been made to bring the others to the bedroom. He had been certain that after the weekend where Trinity, Erin and Karlie found Adam's cock inside of them, the others would follow shortly. They hadn't but Adam wasn't displeased by that fact.

He genuinely liked Meredith, Leslie, Katey and Tyanna but he was just as happy that they found other healthy outlets for their libido – namely Jason and Cameron. But the threat of having 12 pussies lined up on the bed one evening was something he might enjoy – not that he would be able to do anything with most of them. So far, the most he had managed to service was five of his constant bedmates in one evening, but he had come nowhere near making it to seven or eight. Five had been a severe stretch and if "quick-shot" Trinity hadn't been the fifth, it would have been four with one left severely hanging.

All in all, Adam decided after a moment's reflection, he really didn't have a whole lot to be pissed off about. In fact, he was pretty much living every heterosexual male's fantasy life.

The young, blonde woman sat on the edge of a bed wearing a startlingly tight white tank top and a pair of pale blue panties. The top outlined her exquisite breasts and her distended nipples.

"I'm Sahara Rain," she said into the camera. "I think I have the Best Breasts in the West and I'm here to prove it."

In a single deft motion, she peeled the skin-tight upper garment over her head, displaying first her tight, toned stomach then letting her impressive chest free. Adam, standing in the wings awaiting his cue, saw the camera operator take a sharp intake of breathe. Sarah had been on the "Body by Erin" regimen for almost two months and if anything, her body looked more impressive than it had at "Interludes."

Her stomach, always toned, was now impressively sculpted. Her shoulders were more defined and her butt was shapelier. She had added a layer of muscle beneath her breasts, making them look even larger and firmer. Sahara didn't look like a bodybuilder. She looked like a Greek goddess.

Adam was sure the muttered, "My God" that came from the producer would be heard on the finished product.

Sahara posed in a variety of ways, keeping up a steady commentary toward the camera, all the while playing with her nipples and coating her breasts with a layer of lubrication so they shined in the lights.

"I've always had nice breasts," she said. "And I learned very early in my life that having a nice rack can turn guys' heads. But it was only in the past few months that I've truly come to understand what having the Best Breasts in the West means."

She crooked her index finger at Derrick, who came forward onto the set.

"My man here deals with a lot of women on a daily basis," she continued, removing Derrick's towel and stroking his cock to its full hardness and adding a sheen of lubrication to his dick. "So I have to use every single weapon in my arsenal to keep up with them – because some of them are downright adventurous and all of them are downright gorgeous.

"But I'm the only one with breasts that look, feel and taste like this."

Sahara pushed her upper arms inward to squeeze her breasts together as she dipped her head forward to take Derrick's dick between her lips. She looked up at him with her big, blue eyes so full of love that he almost melted. The director had been surprised when Derrick had passed on using a fluffer. Most guys had problems cumming from a simple tit fuck. They needed more stimulation to get off.

Now the director decided that probably wouldn't be a problem in this case. Most guys would have shot their load as soon as they saw Sahara undress and the ones who held off would have lost it when she looked at them that way. This girl was amazing. It was no wonder Dazzle had swooped in and offered her a contract.

"The only thing I dislike about tit fucking is that it keeps me from kissing my stud," Sahara continued, moving forward slightly and sliding Derrick's cock between the valley of her breasts. Her voice was sultry and full of promise – and mischief. "I really like making out with my guy but sacrifices have to be made. I'll just kiss this instead."

She dipped her chin downward and captured the head of Derrick's erection as it slid through her cleavage. She had used a flavored, water-based gel for lubrication. She didn't like the taste as much as she liked the taste of Derrick's raw skin but it was a hell of a lot better than a petroleum-based product.

The site owner sat back and watched in amazement as Sahara worked her magic. She kept up a steady stream of commentary – when she wasn't using her mouth for other purposes – that was both exciting and appropriate to the scene. It was something that a few other girls had tried at the site but none with so much success. Sahara sounded as if she was having a conversation with each and every person viewing the video, not like she was playing to a camera.

She worked Derrick through a variety of positions – seated, kneeling in front of him and lying on the bed – during the 30-minute segment. When she convinced Derrick to blow his load, she took the cum shot first into her open mouth.

Then, with great aplomb, she allowed it to dribble from her mouth and on to her magnificent breasts.

"When I was younger, someone told me that semen was a great way to get your boobs to grow," she said, again talking straight to the camera. "I hope mine don't get any bigger. I think they're perfect just the way they are. Don't you agree guys?"

As she spoke, Sahara rubbed the thick cum across her breasts and nipples in a sensuous, suggestive manner.

In the two years the man had owned and operated the site, the owner had seen some pretty impressive tits – but none that compared to what Sahara Rain sported on her chest. He had also filmed some pretty decent actresses – but none had put on the performance that he had just watched from Sahara Rain.

He figured he might as well count out the extra $500 that went to the monthly contest winner at his site. He had already seen the three others that would be posted in June and this was, by far, the best. He also figured that if his members had any sense at all – something that certainly wasn't an assurance – Sahara would be getting an extra $2,500 at the end of January along with the title of Best Breasts in the West for the year.