The Larissa Epic
Copyright© 2026 by Oz Ozzie
Chapter 4: Oct 7th September 2022
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 4: Oct 7th September 2022 - At the start of the story, Larissa is a young woman failing to cope with Covid. The story trace's Larissa's growth through the challenges of Covid and marriage with Julian, and the lives of people around her, ending with Larissa and her friends changing the nature of Australia
Caution: This Coming of Age Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft Fa/Fa Mult Teenagers Fiction Rags To Riches Light Bond Group Sex Orgy Exhibitionism Oral Sex Nudism
Julian kissed her good-bye and dropped her on the kerb on the way to the airport for an early morning meeting in Sydney the next day. She walked up the path to the front door and banged on it. While she waited for them, she took a deep breath, and thought once more on the words on the placard around her neck.
“Your own porn star. Will do anything, and enjoy it all. All yours, all night.”
The only thing she was wearing other than the placard was a blindfold.
“Well, look what we have here!” a voice exclaimed.
Straight away, she knew the voice, knew where she was, because to this point, she didn’t know who Julian had decided to gift her to.
“Hey, Ana, guys,” Brianna called out. “Come look at what the wind just blew onto our front doorstep!”
Well, fuck. Larissa knew she was going to have one hell of a night.
They never even took her blindfold off; they just removed the placard so they could all play with her tits and kiss her nipples, and then they led her inside and tied her in a doorway. Only once she was very secure did one of them kiss her. A really, really thorough kiss, one she could really get into, and she was dripping wet by the end of it, she was sure.
All four of them did it. Kissed her hard and long and whispered something in her ear. She couldn’t tell their voices apart other than to pick the guys and girls apart. The girls nuzzled her ear and one of them said how they’d changed their minds, there would be one other girl in their life, and they were going to make the most of it. The other one said that she’d wanted Larissa since the moment she first saw her, and so did her guy, and did she reckon she could come harder than with four people getting her off all at once? Phoowar.
As for the guys ... the first one said that they’d never finished double-teaming Toni, so she could be damn sure that she was going to get thoroughly double-teamed tonight. And then the other said how what they both really liked in porn videos was girls doing the creampie thing, and she was sure going to do that a lot tonight.
Insane.
Then they left her there for a little while. Every so often, one of them would kiss her up, and a random fingernail would gently circle her nipple. Or her clit.
She was desperately hoping they’d let her finish but then she heard someone knocking on the door. Someone else? Shit but why not! She smiled towards the door and then she was very thoroughly kissed indeed, forceful and demanding, and she knew it wasn’t Phil or Scot because they didn’t have a heavy beard. Whoever it was was naked, and he ran his dick along her pussy while he owned her mouth. Fuck she was going to come, but then he suddenly stopped.
She heard noises in front of her, something was dragging on the floor. And then suddenly a dick pushed against her lips. She knew what to do and opened up and let it slide all the way down her throat. She worked the dick as best she could, swallowing on it. Whoever it was liked it deep and she was just getting concerned about needing to breathe when he finally pulled it out. Then it was back down her throat and she felt him shaking as he came down her throat.
And then it was over as quick as it started.
“Wow, that was quick,” a voice breathed in her ear. “We didn’t know he was dropping by, but he really had the hots for you. If you really blow our minds tonight, we might tell you who that was, one of Julian’s friends.” One of Julian’s friends? There was only one with a beard like that right now...
Then she was given a bottle of water to drink from, to clean her mouth out. More hands teased her, but in the background she could hear the bath filling up.
They moved her to the bath, and carefully helped her step into it. She was still blind-folded, and now her arms were tied behind her back. Two other bodies got into the bath with her and sat her down carefully. The two girls, she could tell. She was very thoroughly kissed again by both girls, and then they washed her thoroughly. Very thoroughly indeed, all her holes, even her nostrils. Fuck. Finally, they got to her hair, and they untied her and removed the blindfold so they could. She blinked in the light while her eyes adjusted, and then grinned - the guys were watching this, of course.
Once her hair had been thoroughly washed, Ana told her to wash both her and Brianna just as thoroughly. When she was done with that, Brianna sat on the edge of the bath, and spread her legs, ready for Larissa to shave her. Larissa shaved her as carefully as she knew how, and then Ana said, “Looks good to me. Now give it a test ride.”
She ate Brianna out as well as she could, using all the tricks that Lucy and Sarah had taught her, and when Brianna came, the girls switched and she did the same for Ana.
“Guys, she’s as good as Julian claims!” Ana said. “Now, Larissa, on your knees in the shower.”
She pretty much expected that, and she got to wash both guys very thoroughly, all the while nuzzling and licking their dick and balls, worshipping them like the porn star she was. She was hot, desperate to come, and she hoped that if she got them off they’d let her come too, but no, neither of them let her.
Then Ana and Brianna dried her and led her out to the lounge. They sat on their lounges in couples, and Larissa sat on Phil’s lap. Phil and Brianna played with her while they talked to Scott and Ana about crazy sex stuff they’d done in the past, but that didn’t last very long before Phil pushed her off, leaned back, and Brianna lowered herself onto him. Once Brianna was settled, she grinned at the other couple, grabbed Larissa’s hair and pulled Larissa’s face down to her crotch, the message clear: Larissa was going to lick both of them while they fucked.
She did her best, slurping on his dick and her clit, as much as she could get to it. Brianna was mostly leaning back so she could but every so often she got excited and pushed onto Larissa, and she was stuck, her world reduced to licking a dick and a pussy. Then Brianna leant fully forward, shaking and Larissa could feel Brianna’s pussy contracting in orgasm with her tongue - she’d never felt that before. And that set Phil off, and he erupted, grunting and groaning as she did.
Everything was still for a moment, and then Brianna leant back and Phil slipped out of her. Larissa knew what to do and licked them both until they were completely clean. Then she thanked them for letting her do that to them.
Brianna smiled and pointed her wordlessly over at Scott and Ana, watching with big grins. Yes, their turn, but not before Ana gave her a very deep kissing indeed. Then Ana rode Scott in reverse cow girl, and that meant she had better access to both of them. And more mess to clean up.
She didn’t get any break either; as soon as she’d finished cleaning up Ana, the girls got up, and arranged her on her hands and knees on the lounge. Ana pushed down in the middle of her back and she lowered her shoulders, poking her backside into the air.
“Yeah,” Brianna said. “That really is a world class ass. Guys, she’s yours!”
But before the guys had her, the girls did. Fingers and tongues at both ends, blowing her mind. Then they stepped back and the guys had her, sliding their dicks in at both ends. Oh, she loved this, filled up with dick, feeling their desire, their maleness dominating her senses. She closed her eyes and let it happen, let them nail her at both ends. They quickly worked out a rhythm, alternating so that she was slammed back and forward, gasping as they did. She’d never been railed like this before, both guys slamming her hard.
She thought she was about to come, so close, and suddenly they stopped and switched ends, and then they were going for it again. She had Scott in her mouth now, and he was pushing down her throat harder, and she had hands on her as well, a hand alternating between her face and Scott’s balls, and another on her butt. And then in her butt. Fuuuuuck.
Clearly the guys thought this too, and they both came, filling her up in unison. Oh no! She was fine with them coming but she hadn’t yet ... then Ana was kissing her hard, tasting Scott who’d pulled back to make sure he filled her mouth up.
Then Ana pulled back and said, “You’re not done yet!” Yet two more dicks slid into her. Who was this? The one in her mouth was Julian, she knew that dick, so who was nailing her pussy? But she couldn’t see, couldn’t turn her head, not with Julian filling her up. She focused on Julian, make it as good as she could for him, but fuuuck whoever was doing her pussy knew what he was doing, and it was hard to focus, hard to think. He leant down and kissed her neck and she felt his beard again. Hamza was back, then? He was the only one of Julian’s friends with a beard right now.
Larissa groaned, and took her hand away from her pussy. She just wasn’t going to come like this. It’d started out as a dream, and then she’d kind of woken up a bit and pushed it along, and then she’d woken up properly, and pulled Julian into her fantasy. But where had Hamza come from?
She was truly horny now, all that in her erotic dream, and no happy ending? Fuck that. She rolled over and looked at her phone: nearly 3am. She really wanted to come, should she wake Julian up? She went to pull on his shoulder, wake him up, and ask him to go down on her. He wouldn’t mind, he’d said that often enough. But ... she just felt bad, waking him up like that. Should she make herself come? She rubbed on her clit, and decided, yes, she’d do that for the first time since Julian moved in with her. She pulled her vibrator out of the draw, and discovered that the batteries were flat. Shit!
Well, it was Julian’s job to make her come, and she’d pretty much forgotten how to. Out of practice, at least. She decided to lie there for ten minutes and see what happened - if she was still awake and horny, she’d wake Julian up, otherwise he could bang her in the morning.
She could think about that dream some more ... If she’d been conscious, what would she have imagined different? More kissing at the end. More cuddling with the girls while they got done. Everything would’ve been softer. Did that mean her subconscious wanted more? She rolled that thought around in her head...
The next thing Larissa knew, her alarm went off, but when she rolled over to wake Julian up so he could make love to her, she discovered that his side of the bed was empty. She looked back at her phone and discovered a message: “Gone surfing with the guys. Good luck this morning, I’ll call you.”
Well, damn.
Larissa frowned and lay there wondering what to do. Should she find some batteries and get herself off? She was still horny. Nup, still Julian’s job. She’d simmer in her horniness for a few hours, and look forward to coming home later that afternoon and getting thoroughly laid. Especially after she told Julian about that particular dream.
Her last exam! After today she’d pretty much be full time with the vet service. If she did well in her exams, that is, but she was confident about that now. But better get up and ready for Vi to pick her up.
The exam was straight forward - about research, statistics, all stuff she knew now. Barring a total meltdown in her head, she’d pass her subject. She was done when the old woman running the exam called time - she’d spent the last twenty minutes reviewing her work. She smiled and handed her answers in. Now all the work for her degree was done; her project was fully written up and submitted, and damn did it feel good.
She wasn’t the only one either; everyone in the room was finished after this. A few were planning to go on and do post-graduate work next year, and a few weren’t sure, but most said it was time to get out there and earn their living, and more than a few expressed the hope to her that she’d put in a good word with her service as they did hugs around the room. Larissa smiled at them and said they could name her as a referee if they wanted.
A few were going for drinks at the student union, and she agreed to join them for a few minutes - they’d been good to her. Martin, the course supervisor, joined them, and she gave him a hug too, with thanks for being a great help, and for putting up with a few hi-jinks during the year, including that time that he’d threatened to throw Julian out, for which the other students ragged on him yet again.
She sat there listening to them talking about their plans for the holidays and work, joining in carefully - her life was pretty crazily far from normal and she didn’t want to let them know quite where things were now. Just being here with security was more than enough for them to deal with. While she listened, she flipped through the news on her phone, seeing whether there was any coverage of Sienna. Nothing, just a whole lot of reports about some business executive who had died in a boat explosion on Sydney harbour that morning. She did find one article about Sienna but it didn’t mention her Youtube plans - more about her party lifestyle. Which was odd because Larissa knew that she’d pulled back a lot, but you wouldn’t know it from reading the article.
Wait, a dead business executive? In an explosion?
Larissa went back and read one of the reports. There wasn’t much detail - he’d been on a swish corporate yacht out in the middle of the harbour, the yacht had exploded in flames, and everyone on board was assumed to be dead. The video in the report didn’t leave much doubt about it either - the whole thing was burning like a match. But she did find what she was looking for: the dead man was the Chief Financial Officer for that company Bob had taken over from David Jones.
Ahhh.
She thought back to looking in his eyes that day she visited the office, knowing he was marked for death. If it was him? But the next news article had a photo, and it sure was. How did she feel about that? She wasn’t sure, actually; she wasn’t a stranger to death anymore, but it still disturbed her. But this was the guy who would’ve gone after Larissa herself, and she’d known he was pretty likely to die. Wouldn’t have done it herself though. The students she was with were laughing hard at something, and she grimaced, unable to join them - not that she’d listened to what they were talking about.
She copied a link to the article and sent it to Bob, along with a simple message: “?”
Less than a minute later, she got a response back: “!”, and then another with a news link in it. That news link lead to a simple report: David Jones’ lawyer had been found dead in his office by the police. Foul play was not suspected.
Larissa knew what that meant: Both of them had been David Jones’ partners-in-crime. Someone had burnt the CFO one way or another, and whatever mafiosi or spooks he’d been dealing with for the cops or whatever had decided to make a very public statement - right near the harbour bridge. And the police found the lawyer dead in his office, not his staff? No doubt he’d committed suicide on hearing about his mate’s death, and the police were probably trying to get there to stop him from doing it.
Well, she’d shed no tears for the two of them, but there’d have been staff on that boat ... at least they’d have had a quick death, but they’d have families. She thought about that sadly and checked the articles again. A captain and a hostess, she read, and then found that they’d been married to each other, and had no kids. Well, it could definitely be worse.
Should she ask Vi if she could find out anything more? Vi had been a cop, working for Johnny-Boy, the second cop with her that horrible day that David Jones had promised to kill her, and then she’d followed up with Alex later and asked to come work for Larissa, since being a beat cop wasn’t as much fun as she’d expected. Since then Vi had been with her nearly every day, and she was fast becoming a real friend. But she thought about it again and decided: not this time. Anyway, an explosion on Sydney harbour? Everyone would want to know, it’d be in the press.
Then she got a message from Ruby - she’d been going to have coffee with her since it was Ruby’s last exam today as well, but Ruby said that had fallen through. Odd, so she fired off a message checking if Ruby was ok, and then checked on her phone to see where Julian was working: at home. Right, that made her decision easy, she was going to go home to Julian and get very soundly fucked indeed.
At home, she ran up the stairs into the bathroom, ripped her clothes off, started the timer, and turned the taps on to fill up the bath. Julian was out on the back deck where he often worked, so she hurried out the door, grabbed his face in her hands and kissed him quite thoroughly.
It was the coughing fit behind her that made her realise Julian was not alone. She turned and saw Hamza sitting in their other seat, hidden behind the door. And Hamza had just gotten a very close up view of her naked tush. His face betrayed his utter astonishment, as well it might.
“Babe, you really need to stop doing this,” Julian said, and she could hear his amusement. “Though Hamza probably doesn’t mind.”
Larissa shrugged and eased herself onto Julian’s lap. “Sorry, Hamza, I thought Julian was here by himself. He usually warns me if there’s someone else here.” She nudged Julian with her elbow.
“You said you were going to have lunch with Ruby,” Julian said.
“Oh, I was, but she cancelled. Anyway, Hamza, I’ll go get something on if you want but you’ve seen all of me now.”
Hamza grinned, and said, “Oh, don’t do that for me. I’m quite all right if you stay naked.”
Larissa laughed and said, “OK.” She kissed Julian again and then turned back to Hamza, “But what happened to your beard?”
Hamza looked at her, confused. “What beard?”
“He’s never had any beard,” Julian said, as he grabbed hold of his favourite handles.
“But you did, I just saw you with a...” Larissa tailed off in confusion. What?
“You saw him?” Julian said. “Where did this happen?”
“Oh! It was just a dream,” Larissa said, embarrassed. Shit.
“I was in your dream?” Hamza asked.
“Yeah, babe, how was Hamza in your dream?”
Shit shit shit. “Well, I was ... he was ... we were...” She just couldn’t figure out how to say anything about that dream last night. “He just did, OK?”
“Babe!” Julian exclaimed. “You can’t do that to us! You have to tell us about this dream.”
Fucking hell. She was even blushing now, she could feel it. “I’m not talking about it,” she said, in her best, ‘this conversation is over’ voice.
“We’ll come back to it then,” Julian said, glee in his voice. “Anyway, babe, how did your exam go?”
“Oh, fine, no problems. My course is all done, and I’m really happy it is, my life will get a lot simpler now. How was the surfing?”
They burst into laughter. “All good, babe, great conditions this morning, except for what happened to Scott!”
“What happened to Scott?”
He’d had a major wipe out. Spectacular, supposedly. Whatever, but it brought them great pleasure to tell her all about it, and while they did, she wriggled in Julian’s arms, and he made sure he got his hands all over her, shamelessly turning her on with Hamza watching. And hell, she was already turned on beforehand.
When the subject finally got off this morning’s surfing, Julian nudged her from behind, and said, “Babe, why don’t you go and wriggle on Hamza?”
Surprised, she spun around to look at Julian, and grinned at the gleam in his eyes. He knew how much she’d enjoy that. And hell, this naked babe thing with two properly dressed guys, it was pushing her buttons just nicely.
“You want me to do that?” she asked Hamza.
Hamza was speechless in disbelief, but she could see that he really wanted her do that. She jumped up off Julian’s lap and slid into Hamza’s lap. She put one arm around him, kissed him on the cheek, and then grabbed his hand and put it on her tummy.
“You can touch me as much as you like anywhere but between the legs, OK?”
“For real?” Hamza finally found his voice. “Fuuuck!”
“Yeah, for real, if it’s OK with your girl. If you have one.”
Hamza’s grin disappeared. “No, I don’t have one.” But he immediately grabbed a handful of tit, and then his smile reappeared.
“What happened to the last one?” Julian asked.
Hamza told the story, and Julian asked him about the last two before that. It was still the same story ... it was just getting good, and something happened. He wasn’t feeling it, or they moved on, or the girl got rubbed up wrong by his family cause he took her to a family thing. Except that it seemed to Larissa that maybe Hamza was the problem, not the girls.
While Julian and Hamza talked about that, he got his hands all over her as she wriggled on him. She was really turned on now, no doubt making a wet patch on his pants. She opened her legs so Julian could have a good look and Hamza slowly but surely moved his hands closer and closer to her pussy. Fuck she wanted him to, and then he took one hand and pulled her face to his, and kissed her hard. While he did that he made a huge mess of her hair. And his other fingers were in her landing strip.
Fuuuuuck.
Suddenly he stopped, and said to Julian, “What was that?”
Julian grinned, and said, “I said, ask her about the dream. She’s probably turned on enough to tell us about it now. If you want to know about it?”
“Fuck yes,” Hamza breathed. “I’m dying to know.”
“What about it, Babe? What if I say Hamza can get on your pussy and finish you off if you tell us the dream?’
Larissa took a deep breath. She could hardly think, this had pushed every button she had, and then some. She was about to say yes when the timer went off to tell her that the bath was filled up.
“Hell yes, but I’ve got a better idea,” she said. “The bath’s full. If you both get naked and get in the bath with me, I’ll tell you my wild dream, and we’ll all get off.”
She jumped off Hamza’s lap and grabbed both their hands and dragged them up out of their chairs and strode off to the bathroom, towing both of them. She could hear Julian laughing behind her.
In the bathroom, she leant over the bath to turn off the taps, making sure they both got a good look between her legs, and then sat on the toilet to have a wee, and ordered the boys to strip. Hamza’s mind was completely blown, she could see that.
“Come on, boys!” she said. “Get your gear off!”
Julian was stripping no problem, but Hamza ... he stripped to his tradie undies, but then stopped. She wiped herself - more goggling eyes from Hamza - and then hopped up and said, “Naked! Come on! You want to hear this dream?”
Hamza took a deep breath and got a funny look on his face, and dropped his undies and got in the bath as quick as he could, all in one move. Odd.
The boys were at one end of the bath each, so she got in herself making sure to fall over on Hamza at the end. She kissed him quickly and then settled back between the two of them.
“Right, boys, get your hands all over me!” As she said that, she reached out to both of them, and got her hands on their chests. “Nice chests, by the way.”
Hamza grinned and leant forward and run his nearest hand down the inside of his leg, and this time he got to her pussy.
“Yeah, that’s the thing,” Larissa purred, since Julian had done that too. “So, this dream...”
She paused, thinking. She was still super turned on, but she could at least think now.
“Go on,” Hamza said, super keen to hear what she had to say.
“Well, in my dream, Julian was going somewhere on the last flight out for work. So he decided to gift me to a couple of my girlfriends for the night for whatever they wanted with me.” She could hear Hamza’s sudden intake of breath. And Julian’s hand twitched. As it should. “So he stripped me, blind-folded me, tied me up, and dropped me at one of the friend’s homes on the side of the road, have to offer myself to them for the night.”
“What, like naked? Shit!” Hamza exclaimed. Julian was just grinning.
“Yeah, naked. So I went and banged on the door...”
“How did you do that if you’re tied up?” Hamza asked.
Larissa growled at him for fun. “It’s a damn dream, Hamza, so don’t ask any more stupid questions, OK?” He looked abashed and nodded. “In fact, you’re thinking too much.”
She reached down to get her hand on his dick, and he suddenly moved, trying to block her access to his dick.
What?
She stopped. “Hamza, why did you do that?” she asked as sympathetically as she could. “You’re here in the bath with me, naked, and you’ve had your hands all over me, even my pussy, but you don’t want me to touch you?”
Hamza was extremely embarrassed, and clearly didn’t know what to say.
“Is it a religious thing?” Larissa asked him. No, that wasn’t it. “Is there something wrong with it?”
Yes, there very much was, his expression made that clear. And his tears.
Oh dear. That’d totally changed the mood, but there was no way Larissa was going to let that go through to the keeper.
She turned so she could use both her hands and ran them down the inside of his legs. “Hamza, do you trust me? I know how precious your dick is, will you tell me what’s up?”
No, he couldn’t, though he tried, started to speak twice, but couldn’t go on.
“Oh, Hamza, oh no.” She leaned forward and hugged him, and he leant into the hug, at least.
When she pulled back, she let her hands run down his torso and very gently took hold of his dick and balls in her hands, though she nearly lost her balance when she did. Julian was smart enough to hold her feet down for her or she would’ve.
Very gently she said, “It feels fine to me, and I could feel before that it works just fine.” He’d poked into her plenty while she was wriggling on his lap. “So what are you concerned about?”
“It’s too small,” Hamza whispered eventually, and his extreme shame was quite clear. He glanced at Julian as he said it.
“Oh, Hamza,” Larissa said, and then she paused to think. It wasn’t too small, that was the thing, so where did this come from? And no wonder he was blowing the girls off. Poor guy.
“Look, I’ve got my hands on it, and it doesn’t feel too small at all to me, so why do you think it is?” Hamza looked away from her. “Some girl told you, I bet. Your first time, and she said something afterwards?”
“No,” he whispered back, “it was before, she said I was too small to do it with.”
Shit, what a humiliation that would be. Which also meant that he was probably still a virgin then. “Tell me this girl’s name so I can hate on her truly properly,” Larissa said to him. “How old were you?”
“Carina. I was seventeen. Back at school.”
Right. Before Julian met him, they wouldn’t know her. “Well, fucking fuck I hate Carina, and she better hope I never meet her. I mean, she’s a fucking disgrace, Hamza, because even if it was true, especially if it was true, she should never say it. Would you have told her that her tits were too big or too small?” He shook his head vigorously. “Right, definitely something wrong with her, because there’s nothing wrong with you. Will you let me prove it to you?”
Hamza’s eyes popped open in surprise. Apparently he thought she meant to screw him.
“Nah, we won’t screw, tempting as that is. It’ll only ever be Julian for me, though we play around like this sometimes. No, I’ve got a better idea. I want you to sit on the side of the bath in front of me. You’ll see, it’ll be worth your while.”
Hamza did that, though it was apparent he really wasn’t sure about that. She guided him, tugging gently on his balls. Once he was settled, she played with him a little till he was nicely erect again.
“OK. So,” she said. “Back to the dream. Julian get up here and sit next to Hamza, and put your arm around your best mate.” He wasn’t actually Julian’s best mate, but that’d do for now.
Julian did as he was told, sitting next to Hamza. She knelt in front of them, and took Julian in her other hand, and worked them both as she told them about the dream.
“Right. So the dream. Those two girls took me inside, and tied me in a door, so I couldn’t move. Then they took turns kissing me and feeling me up. Fuck I was turned on. And Hamza, you know them, you’ve met them, but I’m not going to tell you who they are. They don’t know about the dream, but they’d be up for it.”
Hamza’s mind was completely blown, she could see. And Julian knew damn well who she was talking about because he seeded the dream in the first place.
“Anyway, I was waiting for their guys to get in on the act, kiss me, go down on me, screw me, whatever, because I couldn’t do anything but let them do what they wanted, but then someone knocked on the door, and next thing, a stranger was kissing me, but I knew who it was because whoever it was a friend of Julian, they told me that, and because he had a beard, so I knew it was you. Fucking getting kissed up by you. Mmmmmmm. And then you stood on a stool in front of me and you got your dick in my mouth. Yum!”
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