Chapter 17

“Damn, this is tight as fuck, even now!” I groaned as I drove my cock deeper up Miley Cyrus’s ass while plowing her backfield.

I had just pulled out of Kylie Minogue’s booty before switching to Miley’s, and I knew that the next lucky recipient of my cock would be Shakira, of course. I loved fucking them in a long line, which stretched from one end of Central Park to the other. I was delighted with the experience, going back and forth between holes, including mouths as I screwed every woman who I knew about and actually desired. This ranged from celebrities to porn stars to the women of my inner circle to several dozen nuns to a bunch of movie extras to schoolgirls aged fourteen and above.

Damn, this was the ultimate reverse gang-bang, wasn’t it? Single moms, widows, divorcees, housewives, it didn’t matter this time. I was balls deep inside each of their holes and swapped a lot between them. For instance, I went straight from Mariah Carey’s ass to Christina Aguilera’s mouth and didn’t bat an eye at the notion. Of course, I did my due diligence to ensure that Mariah’s bottom was clean enough to do so, but I took a certain delight in the idea of the panic that Christina would experience if she knew about this act.

If only she knew that her lips and tongue had already back there, anyway. Of course, Mariah’s had done the same favor for her. I made Kate Beckinsale and her daughter Lily rim each other as well before pounding each of them, just as I positioned Jessica Alba’s mouth against the lovely anus of Joss Stone and vice versa. I also took photos and videos to preserve the memory of these delectable encounters, because who wouldn’t want to remember such wonderful scenes?

My favorite point was when I made Lindy Booth, Eliza Dushku, and Emmanuelle Chriqui reunite to devour each other’s asses when not fucked by me. Or was it when I caused Natalie Dormer, Natalie Portman, and Nathalie Emmanuel, the three Natalies, to rim each other for my viewing pleasure? Or was it when I had Neve Campbell, Denise Richards, Jennifer Love Hewitt, and Lacey Chabert taste each other’s bottoms?

Some particularly mischievous part of me hoped that every woman that I fucked in this massive romp got knocked up, but what were the odds of that? Admiring these bare buttocks as I plundered each woman on every stroke, just as I enjoyed the sight of their lovely faces, I even kissed their soft lips like a lover. I naturally lost all track of time as I drove deeper inside each lady. I also whispered suggestions and notions in their ears as I humped away at the girls.

It was only then that I chuckled and thawed out Time just as I flooded Shakira’s bowels at last. The women all arose from their spots and stared at each other as they realized what they did. A huge mass of naked women and teenage girls, with very sore holes and the taste of each other’s butt sweat on their lips, faced the full awareness of their own activities. They had all partaken of an orgy, mostly Sapphic in nature but for one cock, and none of them could be sure with whom they had been intimate.

They had suspicions, I noticed with laughter, as I looked at the cum leaking from Shakira’s sexy ass. She looked nervously at me as she realized that she was my last partner in the clusterfuck. She also looked at the massive pile of underwear in Central Park, the one that was so mixed together that they could never sort it out. For some reason, unknown to any of us, the Colombian diva simply gave me a very wide grin and licked her lips before approaching me.

“So ... you instigated this, didn’t you? Where the fuck are we, anyway? How long has this been going on? Why? How? Who are you, anyway? I have so many questions, but I must admit that I kinda dig being naked in the middle of a huge park with a stranger and a lot of other women. That’s our ... panties, all of them? Damn! And our bras, too! Dios mio! So, how was my culo?” Shakira peppered me with questions while a bunch of other women also surrounded me.

“Who are you? What do you want from us, other than fucking us fifty ways to Sunday?” another voice cried out.

“This was rape, you know,” a third woman declared as if trying to convince herself that she didn’t welcome the action.

“Oh, shut up, lady! Clearly, we’re in the presence of a god or someone else with supernatural, superhuman stamina! This wasn’t rape. It was just ... magic! I wouldn’t mind if it happened again, only this time let us remember it! I, for one, worship this man! He’s my fucking idol now!” Miley Cyrus surprised me by declaring out loud.

“You tell ‘em, Miley! Full disclosure, this guy is my boyfriend, Sebastian Ballard. And I’m his cougar fuckmeat cumslut, Hannah! You really should try him without Time being frozen! Yeah, that’s what happened! He can and does manipulate the Space-Time Continuum, so, hell, yeah, I consider him a god among men! What mere, mortal man can bend space and time like that, eh?

“I love it when he’s balls deep in my holes and he just got done plowing someone else or he goes straight from me to another! Talk about your stamina, right? We really should all worship him as what he is, at least a demigod, if not the Big Kahuna himself. We should start a church or temple or something, consecrated to the Divine Sebastian, right in this very spot, or nearby or something like that!

“What do you say, ladies? How about a big standing ovation for this heroic man, this god among men, this king of studs, who might well have impregnated many of us and I hope that he did! We should all bend the knee and bow before him, too! We should all make him king of the world or something like that! What do you say, girls?” Hannah stirred up the crowd, even as she took a match and lit the massive pile of clothes aflame.

“If you’re with us, you’ll help burn the clothes! Come on, ladies ... thinking of it like burning your bras, only better, more liberating! Let’s do it for the sisterhood ... the sisterhood of the sex slaves of Sebastian!” Scarlett Johansson stunned me with her proposal.

“Hell, yeah!” Melanie and Melissa roared as she began lighting the clothes ablaze.