Chapter 4

Saturday June 27

Last night, Miles and I tried sex like Becca had done in her video: Miles on top of me and my legs on his shoulders. He said I had been acting slutty toward him all night, but I didn’t notice a difference. Either way, we went straight to his bedroom after returning from dinner out. I told him what I wanted - “A friend of mine likes it that way, and I want to see what the fuss is about,” I said. So we tried it. It didn’t really work for us. My legs wouldn’t bend as much as Becca’s, and it wasn’t comfortable for Miles to stay at a diagonal with nowhere to support his weight, so he mostly sat upright hugging my legs. I had no clit stimulation at all, and he wasn’t really touching the best spots inside of me. He complained that my pussy was rubbing him wrong, somehow, but I have no idea what that means. He still came, of course; I didn’t.

“Are we exclusive?” I asked, cuddling afterward.

“That’s ... a good question,” he replied tactfully. “What’s on your mind?”

“Like, if I decided to go out and gangbang a bunch of frat guys, would you still want to be my boyfriend?” I asked. “Or you: what if a dozen pretty fangirls corner you at Blizzcon, wanting nothing more in life than to share their twats with you?”

Miles smirked. “Not to speak ill of my viewers, but I rather doubt that there are a dozen pretty ones.”

“Probably just as well,” I teased, reaching for his balls to see if I could get him started again. “That would take up valuable convention time.”

Miles put his hand on my face and got serious. “I want you as my girlfriend,” he told me. “I would be afraid of losing you to another guy. But I would also hate to lose you by making you feel trapped. I don’t know what the answer is. Let’s just promise to talk to each other about it if any temptations or whims come along. Does that work for you?”

“Yes!” I said, smothering him in kisses. And then, “Give me your phone.”

He gave me his phone and asked, “What are you doing?”

“I’m entering in a quick response to your instant message app: ‘Help! Beset by fangirls. Clothing compromised. BJs imminent.’”

He motioned at my phone so I unlocked it and gave it to him. He entered an instant message preset in mine, too: “Caution! I am being hunted by 3+ hungry penises. Will try to outlast them to affect my escape.”

We watched an hour of TV and then had sex again. This time I was on top of him, upright. I rubbed my clit for me, and my boobs for him. We managed to time it so that we came together. I love that man’s cream inside of me.

Later today I’ll be going to spy on the bridge club again. I couldn’t get a hold of a good enough camera, but I borrowed my dad’s binoculars.

Sunday June 28

I snuck into the brush behind Mr. Demarco’s yard last night, and peeked over the wall when it was safe. They started off with drinks and conversation, while the video of Bridget getting licked by her dog played on the TV. The guests glanced at it sometimes, but they were mostly standing around talking. After that came a video of some teen girl I didn’t recognize, hiking up her skirt and masturbating on a couch. Again, nobody paid much attention.

Once the video of Becca’s gangbang started, though, most everyone was watching it. The redhead was on the couch, jerking off a guy to each side of her. Mr. Demarco dropped down between her knees and shoved his face in her crotch. The pixie-cut-brunette and the bob-cut-blonde woman were standing in their underwear, talking and rubbing their own breasts while watching the video. Sometimes they would touch each other in a familiar but not overtly sexual way. The final guy and the braided-brunette were sitting together in an easy chair, fondling each other.

After a little while, Mr. Demarco joined the standing women. Not long after that, the pixie-cut-brunette was on her back, with her legs on Mr. Demarco’s shoulders, getting fucked just like Becca. I guess I wasn’t the only one inspired by Becca’s performance. This woman was pretty flexible, too. Soon the braided-brunette and her guy got down on the floor right next to them, and started fucking the exact same way. Her legs wouldn’t bend as much, but they seemed comfortable with him leaning in as far as her legs would allow. The blonde woman watched the two couples, and based on the way she was squirming, I wondered if that alone was making her come.

The blonde woman was younger than the rest: she was in her early thirties, while the rest were forty-ish. I’m guessing she’s Mr. Demarco’s wife. I’ve never met her, but I’ve heard the occasional joke about his trophy wife. She was certainly beautiful - hourglass figure with a model’s face.

Around the time that Becca was starting on her fourth fuck, the redhead got up from the couch and instead draped herself across the ottoman. Her head was tilted back over the edge, and one leg was lifted while the other touched the ground. Her large breasts looked fantastic stretched across her chest - she must have had surgery for that. I didn’t see any tan lines. The pose looked like something straight out of Maxim. Presently, one of the guys she had been with got in front of her and shoved his dick down her throat - like, all the way down. I don’t know how she kept from choking, but in and out he pumped, slapping her nose with his balls. The other guy came at her from the other end, running his fingers through her ginger bush before invading her pussy with his cock.

I stopped watching for a while to probe Mr. Demarco’s network. I still had my WiFi credentials on my laptop from when I house-sat. Unfortunately, there wasn’t much I could do. Any normal PCs he had were powered down. All I could find were three Android phones, three smart TVs, a couple unidentifiable devices, and a dedicated media server. The media server would have been nice to get into - it presumably was the home of the videos he was showing- but it was password protected.

When I started watching the party again, Mr. Demarco and the two brunettes were nowhere to be seen. The redhead was still draped over the ottoman, but now the blonde woman was kneeling between her legs making her body shake. The remaining three men were standing around watching, their hard-ons bouncing around in front of them. That struck me as odd. Assuming they had all come recently, shouldn’t they have needed longer to recover? These are middle-aged guys, after all. Viagra maybe? Is that how it works?

The blonde woman, after finishing her cunnilingus, grabbed one of the guys and lead him to the bedroom. Becca’s video was playing there, too, but they didn’t stop to watch it. Instead, the guy handcuffed her and positioned her on her knees, face down, on the bed. Squatting over her, he jackhammered her pussy in a decidedly downward vector.

The redhead and her two guys, meanwhile, were trying out configurations for a pussy-and-ass double penetration. They ended up with one guy lying on his back while the voluptuous redhead - facing his feet - lowered her asshole down around his cock. The other guy knelt in front of her, cock in pussy, and she wrapped her legs and arms around him. They looked like a comically imbalanced machine, with all their various gyrations, but I couldn’t help wishing that I was there, instead of her.

That’s when Mr. Demarco and the two brunettes came out into the back yard. I ducked. Soon I heard splashing and giggling, so I figured they would be in the pool for a good long time. It was time for me to go.

I masturbated twice last night when I got home - mostly thinking about the redhead’s DP. Then I did it again, this morning, before church. I’m not the most pious girl, and I can’t imagine God really cares about the timing, but I still felt sketchy about that.

I saw Becca at church today, but I kept my distance. She was wearing a modest dress, no makeup. She was socializing with her parents and their friends. To all appearances, she was a healthy, happy, “good kid”.

Monday June 29

Okay, so here’s what I know: Four couples are secretly recording their under-aged children masturbating and having sex. The adults are then taking these videos to their “bridge club” where together they perv out to them while engaging in various orgy activities. That’s pretty bad in and of itself. That probably counts as distribution of child pornography, which I think means serious jail time. But as bad as these parents are, would the kids be better off with relatives or foster families? I don’t know. Anyway, any sort of public exposure would scar these poor kids horribly. I remember the look of anguish on Ethan’s face whenever the lawyers and judges talked about his video.