Chapter 3: Adoration

STILL SATURDAY NIGHT

"Ungh ... ungh ... ungh..." the pretty brunette whimpered over and again while my cock drilled in and out of her clenching pussy. Over the course of the past few weeks, I had been wondering what this would be like. The reality did not disappoint.

I gripped her hips tighter as I pumped her slender body from behind, and then put my hand to the small of her back, forcing her torso down until her chest was flat on the sofa cushion. Charlotte simply licked her lips and then moaned, "More ... harder..."

So I picked up my pace.

Twenty minutes earlier, we were all recuperating from Round 1 and spread across the three couches and various chairs in the room. We got a few drinks and engaged in heavily sexual conversation while the boys recharged. Kaitlyn and I snuggled together on a recliner meant for one, delighted by our budding romantic feelings.

Jeremy was laughing as he noticed a thick glob of John's cum on Rebecca's chin. He pointed it out and Rebecca blushed as she scooped it with a finger and popped it into her mouth.

"So, does that fill my workout quota for the day?" John asked.

Rebecca shook her head. "Two more cums, at least," she said in a stern tone. "You did alright for an ab exercise but I'd better see more upper body work in the next hour or so, or I'll really work you to death on Monday."

John just sighed while Rebecca laughed.

I didn't understand until Kaitlyn leaned over and told me, "Rebecca is John's personal trainer."

"Ah," I replied. Now that I got a better look at the brunette, her occupation made perfect sense. She was certainly in great shape. Her body was toned and well- muscled without being bulky, looking like she could be competitive at an Olympic heptathlon or something. Her long brown hair was pulled back into a ponytail, leaving her pretty face clear and absent of any real makeup. Even her obviously fake tits, so high and round, fit in with the rest of her physique.

Taylor overheard and leaned towards us. "I want Johnny to be in good shape for the wedding. He was starting to get pudgy around the mid-section." With that, Taylor poked her fiancé's love handles, which were barely noticeable.

"Hey, I've got you. It's not like I needed to go out and impress women anymore," John retorted with a smile at me. And then he leaned forward with a grin. "But leave it to Taylor to find me a beautiful, bisexual woman for a trainer."

He turned and looked at Rebecca and in a louder voice said, "I mean, less than three days after we first met she just stuck her hand in my shorts and started jacking me off while I was trying to do a sit-up."

Rebecca broke off her conversation with Cassandra and grinned. "It's not MY fault you had a hard-on. All your blood flow was going in the wrong direction and I had to get rid of the problem so we could get on with the workout."

John sat up straighter. "It WAS your fault. You were wearing that really low-cut top and bent over at the waist while counting my reps."

Rebecca giggled, "Oh, yeah..."

Taylor joined in the laughing. "Well that was three months ago. I'm doubly happy that Rebecca is such a good carpet muncher..." Taylor leered at Jeremy and spread her legs, letting a bit more of his spunk leak out of her. "And that her boyfriend is such a stud."

"Oh!" Rebecca sat up. "Is there more of my man in there?" Quickly, Rebecca slid over and got to her knees before Taylor, diving in headfirst to scoop out whatever Jeremy had left inside.

That seemed to signal the beginning for the next round. Kaitlyn and John started eyeballing each other, stirring just the briefest jealous thought in me. But then I remembered, they'd known each other a lot longer than me.

As if reading my mind, Kaitlyn turned back and planted a wet kiss on me, filling it with all her newfound affection. She sighed happily as she broke it off. "There are really only two rules: One, Cassandra's off-limits to any man besides John. And two," she frowned for a moment. "John won't cum inside anyone's pussy but Taylor or Cassandra." She shrugged. "Their house, their party, their rules."

The second rule obviously didn't apply to me. And as great as Cassandra looked, especially her incredible rack, I would live. Besides, Charlotte took that moment to come over and kneel right in front of me. Without her glasses, she looked so young and innocent. You would never guess what kind of kinky submissive she could be.

"Please, Mr. Lee, sir ... I want your cock. Will you fuck me?" she asked in a quiet voice.

Something in her tone stirred back up the latent animal, and after looking to Kaitlyn for approval, I nodded. Charlotte then proceeded to slurp me into her hot little mouth, bringing me up to full hardness while I reached down to play with her pleasingly round titties.

She was getting better at fellating me. Where first Charlotte had been efficient, by now she was figuring out my pleasure buttons and I was quickly at full mast. Charlotte then moved over to kneel before one of the couches, laying her chest on the cushion and reaching back with her own hands to spread her pussy lips wide for my perusal.

Over the course of the past few weeks, being so close to Charlotte's naked body without ever actually screwing her, I'd wondered what it would be like. I was about to find out. And once my mushroom head parted her wet lips and began its descent deeper into her body, Charlotte moaned appreciatively.

She spread her arms forward, slipping her hands to the other side of the sofa cushion and gripping it while I pressed forward until my pelvis was flush against Charlotte's cute ass. She giggled when I started wiggling my hips, carving my cock around her innards. And then the pretty brunette went back to moaning as I pulled back and began to pump in and out of her tight tunnel.

Meanwhile, Taylor and Cassandra started sixty-nining on another couch. Jeremy pulled his girlfriend Rebecca into his lap so that the athletic brunette could ride him. And John had Kaitlyn bent over the armrest of the same couch I was fucking Charlotte against, leaving the two girls' heads only about a foot apart.

He'd found a bottle of Astroglide somewhere and Kaitlyn was wriggling in anticipation. In a familiar voice, she moaned, "Hurt me..."

I swear Charlotte shuddered just hearing Kaitlyn say that, and I started drilling her sodden pussy even harder. Charlotte lifted up her chest and used the leverage of her arms to start ramming back at me with every stroke.

"Ungh ... ungh ... ungh..." the pretty brunette whimpered over and again while my cock drilled in and out of her clenching pussy. "More ... harder..."

"Ohhh..." Kaitlyn was moaning and I turned to see John's rather large dick begin to penetrate into the blonde's teenaged asshole. Having been there myself, I grinned at him as I really began to fuck Charlotte.

Once John was fully inside, he exhaled happily and glanced over at me. Then he picked up the Astroglide and held it out for me, his hips pumping back and forth as he skewered Kaitlyn's ass on his dick.

Charlotte's head was turned so that she could see this exchange, and she quivered. Whether in fear or anticipation I'm not sure.

"Charlotte," John said sternly.

"Yes, sir," she gasped while I kept thrusting into her pussy.

"You're going to take Mr. Lee's cock up your ass and you're going to love it."

"Yes, sir..." Charlotte quivered again, and this time I knew it was from pleasure. I coated up my fingers and began to lube up the pretty brunette's bunghole, and meanwhile John started pounding Kaitlyn with increasing force.

"Ohhh ... fuck my ass!" Kaitlyn cried as her head shook.

"Fuck my ass!" Charlotte echoed, and I pulled my iron hard erection out of her sopping pussy and guided the tip to her dusky red star.

Charlotte picked up her head and started groaning as we both strained to get the mushroom head through her sphincter. And when it popped inside she whimpered and moaned, her anguish turning into a satisfied groan as my shaft burrowed deeper and deeper.

"Ohhh..." Kaitlyn crooned again while John continued to ream her out, and then the blonde teen reached out with one hand, pulling Charlotte's face to her own so the two young women could lock lips and swap spit while they were both getting buggered.

Meanwhile, the other four had managed to turn themselves into an odd formation. Cassandra was laying flat on the floor with her head at the base of the next sofa. Rebecca was sitting on her face, letting Cassandra's long tongue spear into her juicing snatch while Rebecca deep-throated her boyfriend. Jeremy was the only one actually sitting on the sofa, his legs spread to the sides around both Rebecca and Cassandra. And while his girlfriend was blowing him, his head was back so that Taylor could perch practically on top of the sofa back, straddling Jeremy's head so that he could eat her out as the four of them connected together in a vertical chain of oral pleasure.

"Fu ... fu ... fu..." Charlotte started chanting while I pistoned in and out of her anal chute. Her muscles clamped down on me rhythmically, getting me closer and closer to orgasm. Kaitlyn wasn't far behind. John had her pinned to the armrest, and I read the anguish in the pretty blonde's face as her own orgasm started to overwhelm her.

The raw animal instinct was growing in power the closer I got to my climax. My hands caressed Charlotte's shapely hips for a brief moment, and then with a surge of adrenaline I suddenly gripped her waist and started roughly pounding her ass. She screamed at the unexpected force and then with my right hand I started slapping her buttcheek over and over, unrelenting as I simply started whaling away at the brunette's tender flesh.

The pain set her off. She shrieked in exquisite agony and came, her ass muscles spasming around my shaft and pulling me over the edge with her. With a roaring growl I slammed forward as deeply as I could go and began ejecting load after load of cum up the ass of Taylor's personal assistant. "Ugh! Ugh!" I grunted with each shot as I felt it fly out of me.

And just as I started cumming, as if on the exact same wavelength, Kaitlyn cried out her orgasm as well, tears dribbling down her face as she wailed out, and then John was following after, answering my wolfish growl with one of his own as he began spunking inside the blonde teenager's asshole.

A few minutes later, we paired off and went to separate bathrooms. Cassandra and Charlotte went with John and Taylor to the master suite to clean up together. Jeremy and Rebecca went to one guest bathroom, and Kaitlyn wouldn't let go of my hand from the moment we came back together.

It didn't matter that I'd just fucked another woman's ass and she'd gotten her ass fucked by another man. Yes, we'd had sex with other people, but the bond I felt with her was no less than before. I leaned back in the shower and let Kaitlyn clean me up before I returned the favor. And when we cuddled together in the warm spray and our lips came together, I knew I'd found my soulmate.

We would live happily ever after.

If only life were that simple.

SUNDAY

Growing up, I'd read about rich people and their secret passageways in order to have clandestine meetings with mistresses and the like. I'd thought that sort of thing only existed in European castles and palatial countryside mansions. I never expected to find one in a modern Manhattan apartment building.

The trap door from John Kwong's closet down to Kaitlyn's closet was so simple in design and yet mind-boggling in its implications. When Kaitlyn showed it to me, my mind immediately started to wonder at exactly what her relationship was to John, especially given the "mistress"-connotations a secret passage implied.

Kaitlyn had explained that the trap door and ladder had been put in before her family moved in. I was just incredulous that her parents hadn't found it yet.

Still, I put my questions aside when Kaitlyn invited me to spend the night with her. I was pretty tired after John and Taylor's little orgy and the prospect of sleeping with my angel for a second night in a row was just too good to pass up.

And now it was Sunday morning. Well, technically it was Sunday afternoon. The party hadn't broken up until close to 3am and as I glanced at the clock on Kaitlyn's bedside table, it was now just after 12noon. I hadn't slept nine hours in FOREVER; but considering the exertion I'd put myself through last night, I wasn't overly surprised.

And when I awoke, it was with my arms wrapped around Kaitlyn's naked body. Her golden head was pillowed on my left bicep and my right hand had subconsciously settled one of her round breasts into my palm. I was holding her in my arms. She was letting me hold her in my arms. And the feelings running through me were even better than sex.

For the zillionth time I pondered how incredibly lucky I was. Kaitlyn had been but a fantasy a month ago. She was the pretty face who stuck in my head and then refused to leave it after nothing but a chance encounter in a smoothie shop. And now I had spent what amounted to an incredible weekend with her. And I was falling in love.

How was it possible? I barely knew the girl. She was still a teenager for crying out loud. I had no real knowledge of her personality, her quirks, her funky habits. Love like this only happened in fairy tales, not in Manhattan.

Was it only me? Was I the only one feeling like this? Did Kaitlyn just see me as a good lay and a one-night ... well, two-night stand? Seriously, how could she consider me boyfriend material? How does any 19-year-old girl decide she wants to be serious with anyone after only 3 days?

At some point, she and I would have to figure out our true feelings for one another. It was so easy to get swept away in the whirlwind. As the older person I thought I had to stay grounded on some level about how realistic a relationship might be.

But I wasn't going to get that chance right now. I started hearing voices outside the door. It was odd to me because the apartment had been completely empty for the entire weekend. Kaitlyn had said her parents always gave the staff time off whenever they themselves went on vacation. So who was in the apartment?

Almost immediately, a deep male voice called through the door, "Kaitlyn?"

My blonde angel was up immediately. "It's my dad!" she hissed at me under her breath. From the tone in her voice, it didn't seem like her father would take kindly to finding a naked man in his only daughter's bed.

All I could think at that moment was, 'Oh, SHIT.'

-- KAITLYN --

He was holding me in his arms, and the feelings running through me were even better than sex.

For the zillionth time I pondered how incredibly lucky I was. Jeff had been but a fantasy a month ago. He was the adoring gaze that stuck in my head and then refused to leave it after nothing but a chance encounter in a smoothie shop. And now I had spent what amounted to an incredible weekend with him. And I was falling in love.

How was it possible? I barely knew the guy. I had no real knowledge of his personality, his quirks, his funky habits. I didn't know if he was a trustworthy man or just another asshole player. Love like this only happened in fairy tales, not in Manhattan.

Was it only me? Was I the only one feeling like this? Did Jeff just see me as a hot body and a one-night ... well, two-night stand? Seriously, how could he consider me girlfriend material? How does any successful young professional decide he wants to be serious with a teenager after only 3 days?

At some point, he and I would have to figure out our true feelings for one another. It was so easy to get swept away in the whirlwind. Despite the thrill I had to stay grounded on some level about how realistic a relationship might be.

But I wasn't going to get that chance right now. I started hearing voices outside the door. It was odd to me because the apartment had been completely empty for the entire weekend. Daddy always gave the staff time off whenever they themselves went on vacation. So who was in the apartment?

Almost immediately, a deep male voice called through the door, "Kaitlyn?"

I was up immediately. They must have come home from the Bahamas early. I HATED it when they did that. Sometimes I think my dad deliberately lied to me about when he would be returning just to see if he could catch me with uninvited guests.

"It's my dad!" I hissed at Jeff under my breath. Daddy would not take kindly to finding a naked man in his only daughter's bed. Part of me wanted to panic but I already had an idea in mind.

Hurriedly, I pushed Jeff off the bed and into the closet. He whirled around and looked confused, not yet understanding. I'd seen enough movies. No one ever managed to stay hidden in a closet. But I didn't want him to stay in the closet.

"Kaitlyn?" came Daddy's voice again, this time accompanied by the jiggle of the door lock.

I emphatically pointed up the ladder to the trap door and he finally understood. Quickly, he started climbing while I called out in a faux-sleepy voice, "I'm up. I'm up."

"Darling, can I come in?"

"Uh, I'm not dressed, Daddy. Hang on a sec!" I slipped into a bathrobe just as Jeff got through the trap door and then closed it behind himself. I saw his clothing in a pile next to my bed and hurriedly I kicked it underneath the frame. And then fixing my hair behind my ears, I stepped forward and opened the door.

"Daddy! You're home early!"

-- JEFFREY --

For a second, I stayed unmoving in John Kwong's closet, my ears straining to try and hear something through the trap door. I heard muffled voices, but I couldn't make out the words.

And then a different moan caught my attention. It was the moan of a woman in heat. I turned my head and realized that the closet door was open, giving me a clear view of a couple in the middle of making love on the bed.

My eyes went wide seeing the stunning nude form of Cassandra Cooper. She was on all fours, her fair blonde hair swept to one side while her beautiful face and sky blue eyes shone in the mid-day light. Her tits were absolutely incredible, so large and firm and pendulously rocking back and forth with her fucking motion. It didn't seem fair that such a tall and slender woman could have such a pair of tits.

John Kwong was right behind her, pumping away with his hands on her hips. They were groaning and moaning and oblivious to my presence. For a while at least.

Then Cassandra saw me and she stopped moving, a crooked smile on her face. Her sudden halt got John's attention and they both looked over at me.

"Uh, sorry..." I stammered and tried to cover my naked crotch with my hands. "Kaitlyn's dad came home earlier than expected."

John chuckled, "Hal Reynolds has a habit of doing that." He nodded to a spot past me. "Grab a bathrobe and you can hang out in the lounge for a bit. Kaitlyn will come up when the coast is clear."

Quickly, I borrowed the robe and then scurried past the fornicating couple, unable to resist ogling Cassandra's body one last time before slipping out. Once I closed the bedroom's double-doors, I heard the moaning start up again on the other side.

So wrapped up in what was going on in the Master Bedroom, I didn't realize there was someone else in the Master Lounge until after I closed the door and turned around.

Taylor was wearing a royal purple robe and curled up on a couch, reading some fashion magazines. She looked up at me and said, "Hello, Jeffrey. Were you trying to fool me into thinking you were my fiancé?"

"Huh?"

"You're wearing his robe," she pointed to the monogrammed JK over the breastbone on the robe.

"Uh, no," I stammered. I explained the situation about Kaitlyn's father and Taylor nodded understandingly.

"Too bad. I might have given you a morning blowjob if you were Johnny."

"Well, I think he's got that covered right now," I nodded back to where the erotic moans were still filtering through the door.

"That he does," Taylor giggled. "Sit with me," she patted the spot on the couch beside her.

Just as I was getting seated, Charlotte came into the room with a glass of orange juice and two croissants on a tray. "Oh, hello Mr. Lee. I wasn't expecting you. Would you like anything?"

That moment felt very weird for me. Just a few hours before I'd nutted up Charlotte's asshole while she howled in ecstasy and for a second I felt like answering her request with a very naughty response. But I tamped down on that impulse and looked to Taylor to make sure I could go ahead and answer. I wasn't used to having staff serving me. "Uh, OJ and croissants sound great."

"These are chocolate-filled. Dorothy can do the same for you or would you prefer a jelly or cream cheese?" Charlotte asked.

"Chocolate is great," I smiled at the thought of chocolate-filled croissants on demand. It's the little things that separate the wealthy from average Joes like me.

Charlotte smiled and nodded and then left.

Taylor took a sip and a nibble of her croissant and then turned to me. "So Jeffrey, if I may be so bold, what are your intentions towards my young friend?"

"Excuse me?"

"I think you know I'm talking about Kaitlyn. She's very special to me and the last thing I want is to see her hurt."

My eyebrows crinkled. "I assure you I have no plans to hurt her." An image of a naked Kaitlyn with handcuffs and my hands around her neck flashed into mind. "Uh, well, unless she's asking me to," I blushed and glanced down.

"Yes, she does get off on mild pain. Nothing like Charlotte mind you, so be careful with her. What I meant is her budding feelings. I needn't tell you that Kaitlyn is still rather young."

I put on my best 'trustworthy' expression and looked sincerely at Taylor. I was still amazed that just a few weeks ago, she was just a fantasy in my imagination. Today, I felt like I was trying to sell myself to my girlfriend's parents. "I truly want nothing but the best for Kaitlyn and her future. I'll be honest: I hope that future involves me. In just a few days I've seen how her energy lights up a room and lights up my life. There is something special about her that captivates me. But the realist in me knows I have to be careful to not be swept up by my emotions."

Taylor mused on that for a second before stating. "You didn't exactly answer my question. What are your intentions? Were you planning to screw her and leave her? Do you want to be friends with benefits, like you and me? Or are you intending something more?"

I looked down for a second to ponder my response. I already knew the answer in my head and in my heart. "Something more. I ... I can't explain it other than to say that it feels like love at first sight. I feel like Kaitlyn is my soulmate."

"Are you sure?"

"I ... I think so. I'm not totally sure. It's all so ... overwhelming right now. I feel like I'm being led around by my heart."

"Not your dick?"

I smiled. "It has a mind of its own, yes. But this one's coming from my heart."

Taylor looked thoughtful again and she leaned back against the couch. The two halves of her robe slipped to the sides a bit, revealing a wide expanse of her prodigious cleavage, but she seemed oblivious. "Jeffrey, I originally set you two up on a whim because of the architecture connection. I knew you were good in bed and I felt like sharing that with my friend. But I never expected her to show the kinds of feelings she has been."

My heart was beating a little faster. "What kinds of feelings?" I asked with more than a little hope in my voice.

Taylor smiled. "She looks like she's falling in love. Last night you two were beautiful, and I'm happy for the both of you. But the concerned mama-bear inside me has to be cautious. I really don't know you that well, Jeffrey. You're a brilliant designer and I already know the home you're building for us will be spectacular. But in my experience, creative brilliance and stable emotions rarely go hand-in- hand."

"I'm falling for Kaitlyn, Taylor. I know it. I can't predict the future, but I know that every ounce of me wants to make her happy."

"What about your admin, Melody?"

"Melody?" I jerked my head back. I hadn't thought of Melody in a long time. And then memory came back. "Well ... to be honest, there is some history there. But Melody broke it off herself. She called me yesterday."

"So is Kaitlyn some kind of rebound?"

"No, no! Melody and I were never ... we were never really together. There's nothing to rebound from. And I can honestly say I've never felt this way about anyone before Kaitlyn."

"Okay. I'll trust you to that, Jeffrey. But if you hurt her, I WILL cut your balls off." Taylor grinned at me, showing both rows of teeth in a way that was not exactly friendly.

"Don't do that!" came a sweet, giggly voice from the direction of the Master Bedroom. "I need those!" Kaitlyn smiled as I turned around. She was still clad in her bathrobe and she quickly crossed the room to climb into my lap.

My arms easily went around her body as she found my lips and we started kissing as easily as if we'd never stopped since last night. I immediately felt a stirring in my groin, which Kaitlyn rubbed herself against.

"Mmm ... SOMEbody's happy to see me," she giggled.

Taylor sighed. "Aww. I wasn't expecting you to monopolize him so quickly, kitten. We throw a big orgy with only three dicks and last night I never even got a piece of him."

With a sly grin Kaitlyn slid off my lap and fished my cock out from the borrowed bathrobe. I was already hard and the precocious teen waggled my erection in Taylor's direction. "You want this, Taylor? I'll let you have some if you do something for me."

Taylor put on a mock indignant expression. "And since when do YOU dole out permissions over Jeffrey's dick?"

"Since it became MINE," Kaitlyn laughed and looked at me. I had no protests and just leaned in when the blonde hottie kissed me.

"Fine," Taylor pouted. "What do you want in trade? An hour with Charlotte? A straight dick-swap for Johnny?"

"No, no," Kaitlyn laughed. "What's mine is yours, lover. I could never refuse you anything," Kaitlyn's green eyes sparkled at Taylor.

"Well in that case, I'm in the mood for something salty to go along with my croissants." And with that, gorgeous supermodel Taylor slipped off the couch and knelt before me while Kaitlyn moved out of the way. Kaitlyn even held up my shaft while Taylor moved into position, and all I could do was groan as I felt the raven-haired goddess take my cock into her mouth.

I blinked rapidly as I felt the wondrous sensations start shooting through me. Kaitlyn took one look at the expression on my face and she started giggling again. Have I mentioned how much Kaitlyn laughs? Have I mentioned how much I love watching Kaitlyn laugh?

In any case, the blonde teen took the opportunity to stick her tongue in my mouth again and I let myself be carried away to paradise, where gorgeous supermodels you've lusted after since you were fifteen suck your dick while equally gorgeous hot teenagers make out with you.

I'm almost ashamed to admit I didn't last very long. When Kaitlyn shrugged out of her bathrobe and then pulled my face between her breasts, my mind simply went blank as I absorbed all the heavenly titflesh I could. And since I wasn't concentrating on holding back my ejaculation, when Taylor started deep- throating me and otherwise lavishing her expert cocksucking skills upon me, I had nothing to prevent my eruption.

"Mmph," Taylor moaned when my hands suddenly pulled her head tight to my crotch. And then she was rapidly swallowing my cum as I spunked out a surprising amount of semen given the number of orgasms I'd had in the past couple of days.

Kaitlyn kept smothering me in her cleavage and just when I felt like I was going to pass out from both sensory overload and oxygen deprivation, she released me to gasp for air as Taylor got the last of my salty goodness to offset the sweetness of her chocolate croissants and orange juice.

The girls left me a spineless lump on the sofa and then Kaitlyn went to whisper something into Taylor's ear as she helped strip Taylor's purple robe off of her. The slightly older goddess flashed her alluring gaze at me before turning back to Kaitlyn and answering a confident, "Sure."

Fully naked, Taylor simply strode out the door. Kaitlyn pulled off my robe and then with both of us nude as well, she tugged me after her. We half-skipped down the hallway and I blushed crimson when I realized Edward and Dorothy could see us as we cruised by the kitchen. But then we were in the guest wing and arrived at a familiar bedroom.

Taylor beat us there and had thrown herself upon the bed. Kaitlyn let go of me and then leaped after her friend, the two beautiful women tumbling about the bed together and romping playfully before settling down to lock lips and trade wet kisses.

Despite having just cum, the mere sight of my fantasy Taylor and my new love Kaitlyn making out with each other was enough to put some fresh lead into my pencil. I reached down with my hand to speed up the process as I listened to their erotic moans and wet kisses.