Slumber Orgy
Copyright© 2018 by Dexter Xavier
Chapter 5: Whose Porn Is This?
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 5: Whose Porn Is This? - Five girls liven up their slumber party by inviting the hostess' brother.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft Ma/ft ft/ft Fa Mult Teenagers Consensual Romantic Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Sharing Incest Mother Son Brother Sister Father Daughter Aunt Nephew BDSM DomSub MaleDom Rough Group Sex Harem Polygamy/Polyamory Cream Pie First Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Tit-Fucking Voyeurism Big Breasts Small Breasts
Content Warning: This chapter includes themes and discussions of consensual non-consent.
14
A few days later, Jimmy brought Lydia home with him after school. They slipped inside without Mom seeing them, they crept up to his room and closed the door ... and then he simply cuddled her in his lap while they read together. ‘While snuggling a girlfriend’ was the best way to do homework reading, especially one as cuddly as Lydia.
After a little while, there was a knock at his door. He recognised Erica’s knock, so he invited her in, but with the soft tone that asked her to be cool.
His sister was blushing as she closed the door behind her. “Hey, FYI, you really shouldn’t just leave movies like this in the machine.” She held up a disc. From that distance, he couldn’t make out the title ... but the picture on it was a tanned woman wearing nothing but ropes. Obviously porn.
Porn that he’d never seen before in his life. “It’s not mine,” he whispered while Lydia shook her head. “You’re sure Vegas didn’t leave it?”
“Yes. I texted her as soon as I found it.” Erica frowned down at the disc. If it wasn’t any of them, then where did it come from?
And what was it? It looked like it had more to it than the odd sex scene on a streaming show, or the websites they sometimes happened upon...
Lydia was the first to break the silence. “So ... we’re going to watch it, right?”
They needed to make sure nobody would hear. Jimmy and Lydia each took a wireless earbud, while Erica sat at his desk and took his wired-in headphones. They didn’t even put the disc in until five minutes later.
Navigating a disc’s menu felt strange and retro. The splash screen showed that same woman: a skinny, busty brunette without a tan line in sight, even with only ropes forming a harness around her body. The title above her head was Surprise Visit, starting Tawnee Burst. There were special features, a scene selector, all those old options, but Erica simply hit play.
The movie started with Tawnee coming home, dressed in a tight white blouse and short black skirt, like she’d just left an office with a permissive dress code. There was a masked man waiting for her, and then—
It was hard to watch. Two minutes later, the siblings both turned away, blushing. “Is it even okay to have this?” Jimmy whispered. “Shouldn’t we, like, turn it over to the police?”
“The police?” Lydia was still watching, her head tilted. “Why?”
Jimmy looked at his girlfriend, bewildered. He gestured broadly to the violence happening on the screen, the low-volume screams he could still hear through his earbud. “He’s ... he’s assaulting her.”
“Oh, that.” Lydia shook her head, still watching. “It’s not real, silly.”
Erica stared pointedly at her, then the penis-in-vagina close-up in the movie, then back at Lydia.
Who rolled her eyes. “Okay, so they are really fucking,” she admitted. “but it’s not really assault. They’re actors; they’re acting.”
Even if that was true... “She’s said ‘no’ like five times,” Jimmy said. “No means no.”
“Not always,” Lydia said. “Sometimes ... look.” She reached over and backed out to the menu. “I think I saw ... there it is. Outtakes.”
It started in the middle of the action — Tawnee, roped to the bed with her attacker on top of her. She screamed with each thrust, a litany of ‘no’ and ‘stop’ mixed with wordless cries.
Then she flinched sharply, winced, and called out, “Yellow!”
The masked man grunted with the effort of stopping, but he did stop. “What is it?” His voice was heavy with lust, with the craving to keep going.
“Legs,” she whined. “Cramping up.”
“Ah, shit.” He pulled out of her and untied her legs. “Want me to get your arms too?”
“Don’t you dare.” She didn’t kick him or try to escape; she just started stretching her legs out. “But ... a glass of water maybe?”
He fetched her one and fed it to her by hand, careful not to spill. After another minute or two, she nodded. “Green.”
And as soon as her ankles were tied and he was fucking her again, she was back to screaming and begging.
Jimmy was left staring, even after it returned to the menu. “That ... what was that? Yellow? Green?”
“Code words.” Lydia leaned back into him as she spoke, her plush body getting closer in his lap. “Like traffic lights. Sometimes, no doesn’t mean no. Sometimes, red means no, and no means harder.”
Jimmy had to whimper — from the husky way she stage-whispered into his ear, from the warmth of his girlfriend in his lap, from the teasing way she moved. Her hips rolled back, over and over, a tone of restlessness in her motion.
Erica’s whole face was flushed, her breath coming hotter. “What if—” She swallowed. “What if you can’t talk? Like if ... if they’d gagged her or something?” That was what she said, but she gave Jimmy’s hands a significant look as she bit her lower lip.
“There are other signals,” Lydia said. “You can double-tap if your hands are free enough, or you can hold something that makes a noise when you drop it.”
“How...” Jimmy groaned with the discomfort of too much lust and not enough freedom. “How do you know all this?”
“I’ve done some reading,” Lydia said primly. “And... look at her, Jimmy. Do you really think she isn’t having fun?” She started the movie playing again.
This time, Jimmy really paid attention. He saw the flush of excitement on Tawnee’s cheeks. He saw how she writhed in sensation; he heard the pleasure in her cries. He read the look in her eyes. Yes, there was a dash of genuine fear there. A part of her believed the pretense almost as much as Jimmy had. But there was so much more lust in that gaze.
She was into it. Into it beyond anything Jimmy had seen before. That was what made it sexy.
Lydia leaned back, her head resting atop Jimmy’s shoulder. That gave her the perfect vantage to kiss the side of his neck and breathe a tickling whisper into his ear. “Green.” As she spoke, she hiked her skirt up and her panties down.
He didn’t need to be told twice. He got his clothes out of the way with just as much efficiency. Despite their mutual, pounding desire, he took it slow: a gentle first push, soft enough that she could control her gasp as she rolled back to take him deeper. Then they built steadily, until his hips were clapping into her with the same rhythm as in the movie. Lydia kept her voice low, but even her heated gasps were enough to tell him how good she felt.
It felt surreal, strange. He was with Lydia, he was in Lydia, he was fucking her in the ways he knew she liked. But half of his attention was off her: rather than giving each other their full attention, they watched the display before them.
Not just Tawnee and her co-star. He watched Erica raise her knee, slip her hand under her skirt. He watched how she started to finger herself — and he caught her watching him and Lydia, too. That spurred him onwards, fucking Lydia more fiercely to make it a better show.
In minutes — while the professionals were still going wrong — Lydia started to quiver, tense, to clamp down on him. She controlled her voice, just barely; and he held back his orgasm, just barely. It wasn’t a safe day for her. After a good minute of ripples running through her body, she sank back, gasping, but didn’t let herself fully relax.
No, she slid off him, moving to the side, and Erica’s eyes immediately drew to Jimmy’s vacated, throbbing, not-yet-finished dick.
He didn’t even need to be told once. The yearning in Erica’s eyes, the voyeur glint in Lydia’s — he knew what to do. As he stepped close, Erica scooted to the edge of the chair and spread her legs for him, fingers moving from in her to upon her clit.
Pushing into his sister felt like coming home, especially with the husky way she gasped. Her legs wrapped around him, her free hand came up to his shoulder. Ready to double-tap, he realised, just in case; and her rising, whining voice was another hint. She did have so much more trouble controlling her voice.
So he controlled it for her, his hand clamped over her mouth. Her blue eyes went wide — then rolled back. In seconds, she was convulsing in climax, her shouts muffled by his hand. He let himself finish with her, in her. Cumming in Lydia was a special, occasional treat, but he sometimes felt like Erica was made to take him.
Raw, primal satisfaction sank into him, all the way to his bones. A giddy, naughty thrill lit him: he’d had sex with two girls, getting them both off within moments of each other. Not nearly as much naughtiness as during that one sleepover, but still a delight. Now they were finished, he drew Erica with him back to the bed, and slumped back with an arm around each of them.
Erica rested on his right shoulder, her hand drifting over his chest. “Okay. So ... that video’s not ours. What do we do with it?”
Lydia cuddled in on his left, stroking his thigh. “You should put it back where you found it. Whoever left it there would expect it to still be there, and they’d start asking questions if it’s not.”
“And...” Jimmy bit his lip. “They might start worrying about who knows they’re into that kind of thing.” It had taken a behind-the-scenes featurette and an explanation from a very smart and sweet girlfriend before Jimmy had reacted with anything but horror. That was not the kind of freak flag someone would wave proudly.
Lydia and Erica each kissed his cheeks. “Good thinking,” his sister murmured. “We should definitely put it back.”
None of them moved.
When he looked at her, Erica ducked her chin. “You just fucked me, Jimmy. My legs are still going to be jelly for like five minutes.”
He rolled his eyes, but couldn’t help but smile. He hadn’t just fucked them; he’d fucked them well. So he could take at least this much responsibility. He finally fixed his pants, he fetched the disc, and he hid it away back where he’d found it.
As he did, he couldn’t help but wonder where it came from. Who could have brought it into the house to begin with?
15
Denise came home late from the office that night. The more time she spent working, the less time she could spend depressing herself by thinking about her romantic situation.
She was barely in time for family dinner, which was still an unfamiliar experience. Outside of date nights, she and Angelo had figured out their own dinners, and certainly hadn’t made an event of everyone all coming to the table together. As late as she was, she was still in her office clothes as she sat down.
Erica and Jimmy gave her skirt suit an odd look. What? They’d seen her wearing it before.
After dinner, she sat on the couch, scrolled through apartment listings, and waited. Waited for everyone else in the family to go to bed and leave her awake and alone.
With nobody queued behind her, she could take her time in the shower. Wash away the day’s work, wash away her troubling thoughts. Wash everything away until there was nothing but her and the drumming of water on and around her.
Once she was ready, she towelled off and wrapped a bathrobe around herself. Fluffy, soft, warm, comfortable. A robe was perfect when she just wanted to relax.
And she had a special kind of relaxation planned. She crept out to the living room — the guest room didn’t have a TV, so if she wanted the privacy to do something like this, she had to wait until everyone else was asleep. Yes, Surprise Visit was still in the machine, good. She set the volume down, down, down, low enough that even she would only hear it as a whisper.
Denise would never tell another man about her fantasies. But for a little while at a time, she could live them vicariously through Tawnee Burst.
She imagined that she was the one so desired that a man wouldn’t even stop to ask. She imagined that it was her skirt suit getting torn off — though her blouse buttoned higher, her skirt was longer.
That was something that sweet guys never understood. They weren’t all as immediately revolted as Angelo. Some of her exes had actually tried ... but they’d done it with so much caution, so much ‘are you sure’, that the fantasy was completely lost. Denise didn’t want to be asked. She wanted to be taken.
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