IX

“It was probably just neighborhood teens causing random trouble,” Theo told Jennifer and Laurel the next morning.

Jennifer didn’t believe it, and she didn’t believe Theo believed it. The house was too remote to be an arbitrary target of mischief - someone had chosen them.

Jennifer responded deliberatively. “Just to be on the safe side, after breakfast, I’d like the three of us to set up a Magpie Siren to protect the house. We’ve got a lot of tall trees with a lot of nests around us. We might as well put them to work.”

Laurel handed the Matchbox car to Theo. “This one was tough!” She explained for Jennifer: “It was buried in the box of granola.”

“Any more luck with the forest fires?” Jennifer asked.

Laurel’s expression fell. “No. I don’t get it. Some of them are so easy, but some I just can’t figure out at all, and I don’t understand why!”

“I did a little research,” Theo explained. “The ones you’ve gotten right were all man-made fires. It’s just the natural ones that haven’t been working.”

“Hmm,” Jennifer mumbled. “Fire plays by its own rules. Still, I would think we could adapt. Do we need to change the casting, or is it a matter of interpretation?”

“I’m not sure,” Laurel said, staring at nothing and pondering.

“Would you like me to send it out to the email group?” Jennifer asked.

Laurel shook her head. “Not yet. I want to think it over.”

Kevin watched, as did his bandmates, while Laurel took off her clothes and transformed from a pretty goody-goody into a badass slut - a groupie who didn’t even care about their music. She seemed happy and determined. He couldn’t begin to guess what went through her mind during meetings like this, or why she insisted on tribute on her tits every time, but he wasn’t going to rock the boat.

Bruce, on the other hand, couldn’t seem to help it. “You’re so damned beautiful. PLEASE, Laurel, let me fuck your pussy! Being a virgin is killing me!”

“I ... I don’t think it’s a good idea,” she said, even as she pulled her hair back to prepare for triple blowjobs.

“Please! There’s got to be a way I can convince you!” Bruce pressed. Kevin worried that he was going to push too far and alienate the sexually generous girl.

“What if we triple-teamed you?” Kevin found himself suggesting. Laurel blinked at him in surprise. “Have you ever done it?” She shook her head. “So, new experience for you - new way to come, hopefully. And with three guys stuffing your holes, there’s not much risk of any romantic confusion.”

Bruce looked hopeful. Tyler stuck out his tongue and made a devil’s horns hand sign. To look at Laurel’s face, you’d think she hated the idea, but Kevin was watching her body language. She seemed to rub her thighs together unconsciously. Her nipples stiffened, and she took shallow breaths through her mouth.

Tyler moved behind her and put his arms around her middle. Whether she knew it or not, her body responded by relaxing into his embrace.

“Well, but I need you to come on my skin,” she warned. “That means when one of you is about to come, we have to stop, and then after he comes on me, we take a short break before continuing. That won’t ruin it for you guys?”

Kevin shrugged. “I can deal.”

“Yes! We should do this!” Bruce agreed. Tyler nodded with a toothy grin.

Bruce wanted to get right to it, but Tyler convinced him to take a little time putting Laurel in the mood. So Tyler kissed her while the other two stripped naked. Then Tyler passed her off to kiss Bruce, who was amazed when she put her hands on his shoulders and kissed him back with her eyes closed like a girl in a war movie. She even made a little cooing sound.

Kevin lowered himself in front of her and began kissing as much of her pussy as closed legs would allow. “You know, normally I love a bare pussy like this. But natural redheads are an exception. A little ginger landing strip would look awesome on you.”

Laurel lifted one leg to give Kevin better access to her pussy. Tyler, standing behind her, took it a step further and held her leg up. Kevin wiggled his tongue as deeply into her folds as he could manage, enjoying the taste of the girl and the little moans she made. Bruce stopped kissing her and instead sucked at her nipple. Tyler handed her leg to Bruce and then stepped back to take off his clothes.

She might have come - Kevin wasn’t sure. She didn’t make any sounds, but her thigh muscles twitched for a little while.

“Maybe we should lie down?” Laurel suggested modestly.

Bruce lay on his back on a makeshift bench made out of amplifiers and cardboard. For a little while, Laurel sat beside him, naked, lazily jerking him off while her eyes traveled from one man to another trying to build up her courage. Finally, she climbed on top of him, accepting Tyler’s and Kevin’s hands to help her balance. Bruce let out a great moan when just the tip of his cock was inside her. He moaned again while Laurel wiggled on top of him, trying to find the right angle to let her sink down. Eventually, she managed to screw her body all the way onto his dick. She only made gentle motions with her hips from there. They were all thinking it: if she moved any faster he’d come right away.

Laurel leaned forward, face to face with Bruce, and gave him a shy smirk. Kevin spat into his hand and got her butt hole ready; he also discovered that his dick was coated with more pre-come than he’d ever seen in his life. Tyler tried to find a place to stand or kneel that would allow him to feed his dick to her mouth.

Bruce’s hands were everywhere on her. “Holy crap you feel incredible,” he said. She responded with a big warm smile that, Kevin worried, was sending the wrong message.

She gasped when Kevin spread her butt cheeks and penetrated her ass. She took it - he got his dick in there - but it took some effort. It wasn’t a question of lubrication or positioning; she was just already filled to capacity. And yet, she took it. It was clear from the look on Bruce’s face that he could feel the crowded movements inside her too. Kevin made a few experimental thrusts, causing Laurel to whimper joyfully, and Bruce to groan.