Written as a commission.  This story is a follow up to another commissioned series One Lucky Brother, but is a standalone series and can be enjoyed as such.

George Takes America

Chapter One

Starring: Sophie Turner & Jennifer Lawrence





George Williams looked around his dorm room, taking it in for the final time.  All his stuff was packed away and his parents would be there anytime now to take him back to Bristol.  He’d had some good times in that room.  Movie marathons with flatmates and friends.  Lengthy online gaming sessions.  He’d even had a few girls in there.  But, of course, nothing in that department even came close to George’s trip to Belfast.

Three years had passed since he visited Maisie, and George still thought about it daily.  A lot had happened in his life since then.  He finished college, gone off to uni and now he’d finished that as well.  Of course, Game of Thrones had long since finished, but those four gorgeous women he’d met still held a special place in his heart.  And why wouldn’t they?  George had fucked every single of them!  Individually and then…together!  He still couldn’t wrap his head around that, even three years later.

He’d kept his exploits mostly to himself, figuring nobody would believe him anyway.  Though he did tell his best friend, Archie.  And, yep…that turned out to be true.  Archie didn’t buy a word of it.  George understood, ‘cause if Archie had told him he’d done the same thing, he wouldn’t have believed him either.  So George didn’t bother telling anyone at uni.  Which was a shame, ‘cause if the girls on campus had known what a stud he was, they’d have been queueing up outside his door.

As for the ladies themselves, they’d moved onto pastures new, some more successfully than others.  He kept in touch with them all for a while but after a few months contact from them was sporadic at best.  Particularly from the two Nat(h)alies, neither of whom he’d heard from in way over a year.  Emilia texted him now and again, and in the last few months Sophie had started talking to him more, with her marriage now on the rocks. 

George had lost all hope of seeing any of them again, but at least he had the memories.  So.  Many.  Memories.  They filled his nights, they filled his days, and George had jerked off to them more times than he could count.

His parents arrived around midday and George said goodbye to his friends.  He bid London a fond farewell and headed back to Bristol, pondering what to do with his life.  The car pulled into his parents’ driveway and his dad helped him unload his bags.  He dumped all his bags in his room and was halfway through unpacking his stuff when he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket.  He fished it out and unlocked the screen, a smile forming on George’s face when he saw a new text from Sophie Turner.

Sophie: George!  How’s it going, mate?  You back from uni yet?

George: Yep, just back.

Sophie: Awesome!  Hope you studied for all your exams.  What are your plans for the summer?

George: Dunno.  Get a job I guess.  Don’t really know what I wanna do tbh.

Sophie: Come to LA!  I’m going back to Blighty to see my folks.  You can watch my place.  I’ll pay you of course.

George: Are you serious right now?!

Sophie: [laugh emoji] Yes, I’m fucking serious!  I think I told you about my marital issues?  Well I don’t trust that dick with my stuff.  He’ll probably sell all my belongings!

George: Won’t he…be there?

Sophie: Nah, he’s in New York.  He’s taken the kids with him so I doubt I’ll see them again [laugh emoji].  Gonna have to find a lawyer when I get back home.  Anyway, come!  We’ll have dinner before I leave.

George was undecided.  The thought of moving out to the States, even if it was only temporary, made him feel a little uneasy.  He’d felt homesick when he moved to London!  But on the other hand, what the hell else was he going to do?  He didn’t know what kind of career to pursue but he’d have to get a job of some kind.  He still had some of his student loan left but there was no way his mum was going to let him sit around playing Switch all day.  So why not go and housesit for Sophie?  It would be a lot better than working in Tesco.  Besides, he’d get to see her again, even if it was only for a night.

George: Alright, why not.  When do you want me out there?

The two continued their back and forth, hashing out the finer details.  Sophie offered to pay for his flight and would pay him for watching the house so he’d have some money to feed himself. She wasn’t going for almost a month so it gave him time to organise everything, but was a short enough time period that he wouldn’t have his mum on his back. 

Speaking of his mum, what was he going to tell her?  Mum, I’m going to LA for three months to house-sit for Sophie Turner.  You know, the redhead from Game of Thrones. And by the way, I fucked her when I went to Belfast.  Somehow, he didn’t think that that would wash.  He tried to think of a reason for his trip but in the end he couldn’t think of one, so he bullshitted something about someone Maisie knew wanting to watch their house and Maisie recommending him. 

Of course, his mother was skeptical, so he rang up Maisie before she could and begged her to go along with it.  Maisie said she would but that he owed her one, big time.  George thanked her more times in a minute than he probably had in his entire life then started to plan his trip.  He waited for Sophie to send him some money then booked himself a flight to LA.  He was glad that Sophie was paying for it ‘cause the cost of that alone would have cleaned him out. 

The month went slowly, with George growing more excited, but also more nervous, as the date drew nearer.  The big day finally arrived and his dad gave him a lift to the airport.  He saw him off with some words of wisdom and told him to have a good time.  George hugged him and went inside, checking in for his flight then making his way through customs.  He had to wait a while to board but that was nothing compared to the actual flight.  Thank God he had his Switch with him.  Though he hadn’t exactly conserved the battery and it had almost run out before he’d even flown past Ireland. 

He switched it off an hour or so later and tried to get some sleep.  Sophie had paid for a first class ticket so his seat was nice and comfy, but even so sleep eluded him.  He decided to take in an in-flight movie.  There were several options but he landed on Do Revenge.  He’d seen it before but Sophie had a small part in it so we figured that it was appropriate.  Seeing her on screen made him excited to see her in person.  Especially in the school uniform she was wearing.

The plane touched down at LAX and George wandered off to fetch his luggage.  He texted Sophie to find out her address then went in search of a cab.  It was expensive but Sophie had offered to reimburse him.  The cab pulled up outside Sophie’s home and the driver helped him with his luggage.  George tipped him a little bit extra and thanked him for the ride.  The driver hopped back into his car as George wheeled his luggage to the door. 

Sophie had a very big house.  It wasn’t as big as some of the LA mansions that he’d seen on TV but it was still a decent size.  Much bigger than his parents’ house, that was for sure.  George rang the doorbell and moments later Sophie answered.  She was wearing a pair of joggers (or sweatpants as they call them there) and a strappy white top.  She clearly hadn’t worn a bra, and even in the LA heat, Sophie’s nipples were poking through the fabric.

“Geooorge!!!” she said as she opened the door, rushing forward with her arms outstretched and wrapping them around his body.

Holding each other in a tight embrace, George remembered how great it felt to feel her body against him.  Not to mention the heavenly scent which seemed to seep from her every pore.  She’d gotten knocked up twice since he’d last seen her, but her body was as amazing as ever. 

“How are you, lovely?  How was your flight?”

“Long,” said George.

“And thick, I know, but how was your flight?”

It took George a couple of seconds but once he got it he burst out laughing.  She clearly hadn’t lost her sense of humour.

“Come in, come in.”

George grabbed his suitcase and wheeled it into Sophie’s house.  She led him to the kitchen, poured him out a glass of water then gave him a tour of the house.  Sophie had a lovely home, and was packed to the rafters with forms of entertainment.  In the lounge alone she had a huge TV, a state of the art speaker system, a blu-ray player and a PlayStation 5.  She wasn’t much of a gamer, but the $600 RRP was pocket change to her, so she picked one up regardless.  Clearly he wouldn’t get bored once Sophie had left him on his own. 

Once she’d shown him around the place, Sophie headed out to fetch some things for dinner.  George went to his room and started unpacking then figured he should take a shower.  It had been a long flight, and a sweaty cab ride from the airport so the boy wasn’t feeling his freshest.  He rifled through his suitcase, finding his shower gel along with a change of clothes then headed into the upstairs bathroom.

*

Across town, Jennifer Lawrence was leaving her home.  She knew that Sophie Turner was heading back to England and could be gone for a number of months.  Sophie was a very good friend of hers, having met her on the set of X-Men: Apocalypse over half a decade ago.  As such, Jennifer thought she should see her off, with dinner, drinks and maybe a movie.  She thought about texting to see if she was free, but figured it might be fun to surprise her.  Besides, she was flying out early the following day, so she wasn’t likely to be out partying. 

Jennifer locked the door of her mansion and climbed into her expensive car.  Even with the usual traffic, and stopping to pick up some groceries, the drive across town didn’t take too long and she’d arrived at Sophie’s in less than an hour.  She parked her car in Sophie’s driveway, fetched her grocery bag from the trunk and headed towards the house.  She knocked on the door but nobody answered.  Sophie’s car wasn’t in the drive, but she figured she might have leant it to somebody.  She was gonna be away for the next few months, so what other use did it have?  Jennifer decided she’d try the handle.  Sophie might have been in the yard where she wouldn’t hear the doorbell.  If the door was locked, she’d go back home.  Jennifer grabbed the handle and turned.  The door opened and she stepped inside. 

“Sophie?” she called out.  No answer.

She went through into the lounge and locked outside.  No sign of Sophie in the garden.  She wandered further through the house, heading through to the downstairs hallway.  As Jennifer reached the bottom of the stairs, she heard the faint sound of water running.  Ah, she thought, she’s taking a shower.  A little grin crept across her face. 

Jennifer and Sophie had what might best be described as a friends with benefits relationship.  It had started a few years back when Jen asked Sophie if she’d like to have a threesome with this guy she’d been hooking up with.  She knew how sex-crazed Sophie was, and it didn’t surprise her when the Brit said ‘yes’.  The pair engaged in a number of threesomes, eventually dropping the guys altogether and carrying on the sex with each other.  It was just as good.  Maybe even better.

She went upstairs and headed straight to Sophie’s room.  Not much point in knocking, she figured, since Sophie was in the shower.  She opened the door and went inside.  There was a suitcase on the bed, full and zipped up.  Sophie was travelling the following morning, so that made perfect sense.  She opened the door to the en suite bathroom and took a look inside.  Sophie’s shower had frosted glass but she could see that she was in there.  Of course she was.  Why else would the water be running?

She thought about announcing her presence then figured that she’d made it this far, might as well surprise her.  It might give her a bit of a fright, but she could think of lots of ways to apologise.  Jennifer stripped out of her clothing and tossed it onto the bedroom floor.  She crept up towards the shower, grabbed the handle on the sliding glass door and pulled it open as quick as she could. 

George heard the door open behind him.  There was no immediate sense of alarm, as he figured it was Sophie surprising him.  He’d even been thinking about her joining him in there while he cleaned himself up, and his dick had got hard as a result.  He turned around to face her, a look of horror spreading across his face when he realised it wasn’t Sophie at all.  It was Jennifer freakin’ Lawrence.  And she was naked.  Why?  He wasn’t sure.  What he did know is that she looked about as startled as him. 

Jennifer shrieked and covered herself when she realised that the person that was occupying Sophie’s shower wasn’t Sophie Turner.  A young, pretty handsome guy with what appeared to be an impressive-sized cock?  There was only one explanation: Sophie was getting some dick on the sly.

“Oh, fuck!  I’m sorry!” said George, reaching down to cover his erect cock.

Jennifer quickly threw her door shut, grabbing a nearby towel and wrapping it around her chest.

“No, no.  I’m sorry,” the actress said.  “I thought you were Sophie.”

That was the most obvious explanation, but it posed a very important question: why would Jennifer Lawrence strip down naked and open the shower door if she thought that Sophie was in there?  Were they…fucking?  It was almost too much for George to comprehend.  He knew that Sophie liked women too.  Not only had she told him about it, but he’d witnessed it first hand.  But Sophie Turner and Jennifer Lawrence?  That was the stuff that dreams were made of.  In fact, he’d had that dream before.  He still remembered the state his sheets were in when he woke the following morning.

“I’m Jennifer, by the way.”

No shit, he felt like saying.

“George.  I’m sorry, I don’t mean to be rude, but could we do this later.  You know, when I have some clothes on.”

Jennifer laughed.  “Yeah, of course.  Sorry.”

George went to close the door when Jennifer spoke again.

“Unless…you want some company.”

George’s eyes almost popped out of his head.  Even after everything that had happened to him in Belfast, getting propositioned like that by a celebrity- Jennifer freakin’ Lawrence, no less- still had the power to blow his mind. 

“In…the shower?” he asked.

“Sure, why not?” Jennifer replied.  “Unless you and Sophie are like…serious?  I thought she would’ve told me if you were.  But if you guys are exclusive, I can get right out of your hair.”

George didn’t know how to answer that.  He didn’t think that he and Sophie were anything really.  He hadn’t seen her in three years.  Hadn’t spoken to her in a while either.  He wasn’t even sure if anything would happen between them. 

“Erm…no, we’re not serious.”

“Cool.  So are you her new fuck buddy or…?”

“Just a friend.”  He smiled weakly.

Jennifer laughed again.  “Right, yeah.  I’ve heard that before.  Sophie isn’t ‘friends’ with guys as big as you.”

George looked down at his crotch.  He was still cupping his cock with his hand.

Jennifer grinned.  “Yeah, I saw it.  Why do you think I’m still standing here?”

George laughed nervously.

“So…can I come in or what?” Jennifer asked him.  “‘Cause you’re wasting water just standing there, dude.”

“Err…yeah, sure…come in.”

“Awesome.”

Jennifer smirked and stepped into the shower, closing the door behind her.  The first thing she spotted was George’s cock, already at half-mast as he stood under the falling water.

“Hmm,” said Jennifer, reaching out with one of her hands and grabbing his half-hard cock.  “I can see what Sophie likes about you.”

Jennifer started to stroke him slowly, feeling his cock grow even bigger as she worked her hand up and down it.  She reached up with her remaining hand, running her fingers through his sopping wet hair then grabbing the back of his head.  She leaned in, pulling him towards her as she closed her eyes, pressing her lips against his. 

George felt a spasm shoot through his cock, instantly reaching its maximum hardness as Jennifer’s tongue pushed into his mouth.  Jennifer’s lips had always been his favourite feature (aside from the obvious- tits and ass) and feeling those perfect plump DSLs smoosh up against his mouth sent a shockwave through his entire body. 

His arms reached out almost instinctively, wrapping themselves around her body and pulling her even closer.  One arm went around her back while the other moved down to Jennifer’s ass, gripping one of her asscheeks as her large tits pressed against his chest.  George was in heaven.  He’d always loved Jennifer’s body (he’d watched Red Sparrow five or six times, and the scenes where she was naked close to twenty or thirty), so feeling it press up against his own was literally a dream come true. 

Their lips came apart and Jennifer’s mouth moved down to his neck.  She poked her tongue out from between her lips and pressed it against his collarbone, licking up drops of water as she dragged it along his neck.  She ran her tongue right up to his ear, licking his earlobe then biting it gently.  She moved down to George’s chest then started to drop down slowly, kissing down his abdomen as she knelt on the shower floor. 

Now his cock was right in her face, drops of water dripping from the underside and down onto the expensive marble.  She gripped his cock just below the tip and pushed it up so she could get to his balls.  Jennifer licked across George’s nuts, moving up to the base of his shaft then dragging her tongue along the underside. 

She let his cock fall back into place, keeping her tongue outstretched as she took it inside her mouth.  Jennifer moved her head in slowly, keeping her lips stretched widely apart as his cock pushed deeper inside her.  She felt the tip move past her tonsils then rub against the back of her throat as his swollen ballsack pressed against the tip of her tongue. 

George almost had to rub his eyes, and not because he had shower gel in them.  He couldn’t believe what he had just seen.  His cock had been deepthroated before (Sophie, in particular, was very skilled at that), but never had he seen it done with so much nonchalance.  It was like she’d just popped a cocktail sausage in her mouth.  Or a cocktail weenie as they call them here.  Oh, shit, he thought to himself.  I’m already thinking like a yank and I’ve only been here a couple of hours.

Jennifer kept her tongue outstretched, flicking the tip against George’s balls as she held his cock inside her, his crown now lodged inside her throat.  Finally, she pulled it back in, wrapping her lips around the base of his shaft.  Jennifer sucked her cheeks in tightly, her mouth forming a vacuum seal as she dragged her lips back slowly.  She sucked him hard, slurping up all the excess water and any other fluids that may have accumulated.  She worked her mouth back up to the tip, popping him free with a smack of her lips.  Jennifer spat down onto his cock, dousing it with a mixture of water and saliva. 

“God, Sophie sure can pick ‘em,” Jennifer said, inspecting George’s cock as she curled her fingers around his shaft, jerking it from base to tip.

Jennifer let go of his cock and parted her lips again, using her hands to beckon him forward.  George took the invitation, gripping his cock at the base of the shaft and steering it into her mouth.  Jennifer’s hands went behind her back, allowing him to take control.  He moved his hands to the back of her head, pushing her further down the length of his shaft.  Jennifer’s eyes stared up into his, barely even blinking as his swollen cockhead pushed past her tonsils and edged towards the back of her throat. 

One more push and George’s cock pushed into her gullet.  Jennifer closed her eyes, feeling her lips wrap around the base as her face touched his stomach, his swollen balls pressed against her chin.  He held her there for several seconds before her gag reflex finally kicked in.  She whipped her arms out from behind her back, grabbing George’s thighs and pushing back against them.

George let go when he felt her resist.  Her head shot back quickly, leaving behind a coat of spit as her lips pulled back to the tip.  Jennifer gasped loudly, long strings of spit connecting her mouth to George’s cock.  More spit dripped down from his shaft, merging with the water on the shower room floor and flowing towards the plughole. 

“Fuck, that’s a big cock!” Jennifer said, wiping her mouth on the back of her hand.

George grabbed onto Jennifer’s wrist and pulled her off the floor.  She threw her arms around his shoulders, grabbing the back of George’s head and pulling him in for a kiss.  Their lips pressed together and Jennifer’s tongue slid into his mouth, her mouth still wet after sucking his cock.  George’s hands slid down her back, grabbing ahold of Jennifer’s ass.  He grabbed and squeezed at both her cheeks, enjoying the feel of her tight, toned ass. 

Nothing should have surprised him after his trip to Belfast, but even so he couldn’t believe he had his hands on it.  He’d looked at, thought about and, yes, jerked off to that ass so many times, that the fact that it was literally in his hands right now was blowing George’s mind.  He needed to get a closer look. 

He started walking forward, Jennifer moving with him as their lips stayed locked together.  He moved his hands up to Jennifer’s shoulders and pushed her back.  Their lips came apart, a charged up look of lust and desire spreading over Jennifer’s face as George began to take control.  He spun her around, pushing her against the wall of the shower, her tits squishing against the fogged up glass. 

George dropped down to his knees, prying both her cheeks apart then shoving his face in her ass.  He poked his tongue out from between his lips, pressing it against the actress’ clit.  He started to drag his tongue up slowly, over the slit of Jennifer’s pussy, across her taint and up to her asshole.  Jennifer turned her head to the side, pressing her cheek against the wall of the shower as she slapped her hands against the glass.  A loud gasp escaped her lips, adding to the fog on the glass as she breathed against the wall of the shower. 

George gave a few more licks then moved his tongue to her asshole.  He pressed his tongue against her harder, licking across it with greater exertion.  George tightened his grip on her ass, her butthole splitting open as he pried her cheeks apart.  George tensed the muscles in his tongue, keeping the organ nice and stiff as he pushed it into Jennifer’s ass.

“Mmm, yes!  Get that tongue in there,” Jennifer purred.

Jennifer removed a hand from the glass, reaching back behind her and grabbing George’s head.  Her fingers combed through George’s wet hair, gripping it tightly and pushing his head in deeper.  George began to move his head, keeping his tongue outstretched as he used it to fuck her asshole. 

“Yes, baby,” the actress cooed.  “Eat my fucking ass!”

He bobbed his head a few more times then plucked his tongue from her asshole.  He dragged his tongue back along her pussy and moved it back down to her clit.  George began to swirl his tongue, spinning it slowly around Jennifer’s clit. 

“Ohhh, yes!  Yes!  Right there.”

Her arms began to shake as his tongue moved faster, twisting and turning this way and that.  Her eyes clamped shut and she bit down hard on her lower lip, her moans increasing in volume. 

“Oh, God, yes!  Keep going.  Fuck, I’m gonna cum on your face!”

A few more swirls of George’s tongue and Jennifer made good on her promise.  She removed her hand from George’s head, slapping it against the glass as pleasure started coursing through her.  Juices gushed from Jennifer’s pussy, pouring into George’s mouth as his sprightly tongue kept swirling faster, licking her through the throes of climax.  Her body gave a violent shudder, signaling that she’d reached her peak.  Her eyes came open, her moans giving way to deep, heavy breaths as a contented feeling washed through her body. 

She took a moment to regain her senses then turned around to face him.  George stood, feeling her arms go around his shoulders as she pulled him in for a kiss, tasting her cum off George’s tongue.  George reciprocated, wrapping his arms around her back and grabbing onto Jennifer’s ass.  He groped and squeezed at both her cheeks, moving his hands down lower and gripping the backs of her thighs. 

George counted to three in his head then lifted her into the air.  Jennifer peeled her lips from his, giving a little yelp of surprise as she felt her feet lift up off the floor.  Luckily he’d been working out, ‘cause the George of old wouldn’t have been able to lift a small child, much less Jennifer Lawrence.  She tightened her grip on George’s neck, wrapping her legs around his back as she felt the swollen tip of his cock press against her vaginal lips. 

George’s hands moved up to her ass, getting a grip on both her cheeks as he pulled the actress towards him.  His tip penetrated Jennifer’s pussy, his crown engulfed with tightness and warmth as it slotted itself in her moist insides.  Jennifer tipped her head back, swinging down off George’s neck as she moaned towards the bathroom ceiling.

“Ohhh, fuck!  You’re so thick!”

George could feel his head swell.  It had been a while since he’d heard those words, and hearing them from Jennifer Lawrence was a great way to end his dry spell.  In fact, both his heads were swelling, his bulging crown engorged with blood as he worked it deeper inside her.  One more push and he felt her cervix, the ultra tight grip of her vaginal lips now wrapped around the base of his shaft.  He kept her there for several seconds, enjoying the feel of her tight, wet pussy as he pushed her back against the wall of the shower. 

He held her there tightly, pinning her against it as he started to thrust into Jennifer’s pussy.  He didn’t hold back, ramming his cock into the A-list starlet as hard as the position would allow.  Jennifer didn’t seem to mind, and George took the long false nails now digging into the back of his neck as a form of active encouragement.  A hand slid up to the back of his head, grabbing onto his sopping wet hair and pulling him in for a kiss.  Jennifer moaned as he went at her harder, her voice going straight into his mouth with every thrust that he put inside her.

Jennifer peeled her lips from his, throwing her head back as she screamed at the top of her lungs. 

“Oh my god, yes!  Fuck me!  Fuck, I’m gonna cum on your cock!”

Her words had a triggering effect and George started thrusting harder, tightening his grip on Jennifer’s thighs as he fucked her into the wall of the shower.  A few more thrusts and Jennifer came, screaming towards the ceiling above as a second climax assaulted her amazing body.  This one was more intense, quickly spreading through her body until it had engulfed her every inch.  Her pussy tightened around his cock, gripping his shaft and squeezing so hard that George nearly came as well, his balls swelling as they pressed against her taint. 

Her voice gave out as she hit her peak and her body went limp in his arms.  He suddenly became very aware of her weight and was keen to put her down quickly before he dropped her in a heap on the floor.  He released his grip on Jennifer’s thighs, wrapping his arms around the small of her back as her feet touched down on the floor.

“Can you stand?” he asked the actress.

“Just about,” Jennifer chuckled, then George decided to test the water by releasing the blonde from his grasp.

To his relief, she remained standing.  Jennifer turned to face the wall.  Raising her arms, she placed both hands against the glass, arching her back just a little as she pushed her ass out towards him.  She peered at him from over her shoulder.  An amorous grin stretched across her face, signalling that she was ready for more.

*

Sophie’s car pulled into the driveway.  Peering out the window of her BMW, she noticed that a second vehicle was parked outside her home.  She recognised it immediately as that of her good friend, Jennifer Lawrence.  What’s she doing here? She thought to herself.  She knows I’m going to England.

Sophie opened the driver’s side door and stepped out of the vehicle.  She walked around to the rear of the car and popped open the boot (even after so long living in the States, she still refused to even think of it as a ‘trunk’).  She fetched her groceries, closed the boot then locked her car with the key fob.  She walked to the door and pushed it open, carrying her shopping inside.

“Hello?” she called out as she entered the lounge.  “Jen?  George?”

No-one answered.  It was a nice day (of course it was; they were in LA), maybe they’d gone outside.  She dumped her bags on the kitchen counter then peered through the French windows.  Nobody there.  As she walked a little further inside, Sophie heard a distinctive sound.  It sounded like running water.  Was someone taking a shower?  It wasn’t inconceivable.  Maybe Jen wanted to freshen up after driving across town.  It was pretty hot outside.  But what was George doing?

Sophie headed upstairs, the sound getting louder as she moved across the landing.  The sound was coming from George’s room.  Jennifer must have said that she needed a shower and George must have told her that she could use his.  But that still didn’t explain what he was doing?  They weren’t…in there together, were they?  They couldn’t be.  They’d only just met!  Jennifer was kind of a slut (Sophie teased her for that all the time, though she was kind of one as well), but even she had her limits.  Would she really shower with a guy she’d just met?! 

Sophie grinned as she entered the room, staying as quiet as she could.  She wasn’t expecting them both to be in there, but if they were she thought it would be funny if she caught them in the act.  Jennifer walked in on her fucking some guy at a party once and Sophie had been waiting to get her own back.  Maybe now was her chance. 

Whoever was in there was never gonna hear her.  The sound of the shower would mask any noise she made, and of course this worked both ways.  If there were any other sounds coming from the shower, then Sophie definitely couldn’t hear them.  Sophie crept through George's room, easing open the door to the en suite bathroom.  The shower walls were pretty steamed up but even so she could see a silhouette.  Or rather, two silhouettes.  One was pressed against the shower wall, the other positioned behind, clearly in the midst of some rather vigorous movement.

Sophie’s jaw dropped into a gasp-cum-smile.  She couldn’t believe it.  That fucking slut!  She didn’t mind that she was fucking her guy, of course.  Sophie had always been open to sharing, which is why she’d let her castmates have a go on him in Belfast.  She just couldn’t believe that Jennifer was fucking a guy so soon after meeting him.  A slightly hypocritical thought, since Sophie had done that numerous times.  But even so, it was kind of shocking.

Sophie stepped right up to the shower and grabbed the handle on the shower door. 

“Oh, fuck!  I’m gonna cum!” she heard George say, and Sophie had to cover her mouth to keep herself from laughing.

“Do it on my face!” Jennifer begged.

Aww, how romantic, Sophie thought.  Clearly they were pretty wrapped up in each other, ‘cause they hadn’t noticed the redheaded shape that was standing in front of the door.  Sophie watched as George lowered Jen to the ground then grabbed ahold of his cock.  Even through the fogged up glass, Sophie could see how big it was.  Jennifer moved a hand between her legs, the other grabbing onto George’s nutsack and fondling both his plums.

“Yes, baby!  Cover me!”

It was too much for Sophie.  She was trying so hard to not to laugh that her facial muscles were straining.  She waited for the opportune moment, watching as George tipped his head back.  Then as a moan flew forth from his lips, Sophie pulled the door open, right as his load sprayed forth from his dick and splattered onto Jennifer’s face.  Both of them turned to the shower door, staring in stunned surprise at the grinning face of Sophie Turner.

“Sophie!” said Jennifer, George’s cum running down her face and dripping from the end of her chin.

“Hi, Jen,” Sophie smirked.  “I think you’ve got shampoo on your face.”

“Yeah, very fucking funny,” Jennifer snapped.  “Why are you creeping up on us like that, you pervy little bitch!”

“Payback, love!” Sophie retorted.  “Don’t think I’ve forgotten about that party.  You bursting in while I was with that guy.”

“It was two guys if I remember correctly,” Jennifer said, now wearing a grin of her own.

“Well, whatever,” Sophie spat, waving her hand dismissively.  “Consider us even.  What are you doing here anyway?  I’m going to England tomorrow.”

“Yeah, that’s why I came ‘round here, babe.  I was gonna cook you something while you packed your bags.”

“Well it doesn’t look like you're cooking much now.  Though that’s some pretty creamy hollandaise sauce.”

“Shut the fuck up!” Jennifer snapped, then both ladies burst out laughing.  Even George saw the funny side of it. 

“This is George, by the way,” Sophie said.  “I mean, I assume you got his name, but I never really know with you.”

“Pfft!” said Jennifer.  “You’re one to talk, bitch!  But yes, I did get his name, thank you very much.”

“Well, first time for everything, I guess.  Come on, get yourself cleaned up and you can make us that dinner you promised.  Bye, love birds.”

With that, Sophie turned on her heels, waving to her friends as she left the bathroom. 

Jennifer stood and stepped under the showerhead, allowing the jet of water to wash the cum from her face.  She turned off the shower and they stepped out one by one.  George grabbed two towels from a rack on the wall, handing one to Jennifer as he wrapped the other around his waist.

“Erm…see you downstairs?” George asked.

“Uh huh,” Jennifer replied, drying her hair with the towel. 

George stepped back into his bedroom.  He towelled himself dry and picked out something to wear.  He’d brought some smart clothes with him just in case, but opted for something casual: a t-shirt and a pair of jeans.  Jennifer was still in the bathroom so he hung his wet towel on the back of the door.  Even though they’d already been intimate, walking in on her in the potential nude didn’t feel right to him somehow.

He left his bedroom and went downstairs.  Sophie was leaning against the kitchen counter, sipping from a glass of wine.

“Ah, there you are,” the actress said, grinning at him as he entered the room.  “Wine?”

“Erm…got any beer?”

“Mmhmm.”  Sophie set her wine glass down and walked across to the fridge.  She opened the door and peered inside.  “Budweiser or Coors?”

George laughed.  “Very American.  Bud’s good.”

Sophie took a bottle from the fridge and handed it to George.  He twisted the cap off and took a swig, setting it down on the counter.  Sophie watched him from across the kitchen, bringing her glass to her grinning lips.

“What?” George asked her.

“Nothing,” said Sophie.  “Just didn’t take you long, is all.”

“She came onto me, I’ll have you know.”

“Well, of course she did,” Sophie chuckled.  “But you didn’t exactly fight her off, did you?”

George laughed.  “Right, yeah, like I’m gonna turn down Jennifer Lawrence.  Anyway, I didn’t peg you as the jealous type.”

Sophie turned and looked at him, raising her eyebrows in a did-you-really-just-say-that kind of way.  “Dude…really?”

George disarmed her with an innocent smile and Sophie couldn’t help but grin back at him.  The moment was broken shortly after by footsteps approaching from across the lounge.

“Hey, guys,” said Jennifer as she entered the kitchen, taking a seat at the counter.  “Not talking about me, are you?”

“Not any more,” Sophie grinned.  “So, you still making dinner or should I do it?”

“No, no.  I’ll do it,” Jennifer said.  She hopped down from her seat and scurried into the kitchen.  “May I?” she asked, pointing a finger at Sophie’s wine.

“Help yourself.”

Jennifer poured herself a glass then started to rummage through Sophie’s grocery bag. 

“So you’re using my food then?” Sophie asked her.

“Well, you don’t want this going to waste, do you?”

Sophie rolled her eyes.  “Stealing my food and my men.  You really haven’t changed a bit.”

Jennifer grinned from across the kitchen.  “That’s what you love about me.”

Thirty minutes and a couple of glasses later, Jennifer had knocked up a vat of spaghetti and meatballs. 

She pointed across to Sophie’s table.  “Take a seat.”

George and Sophie grabbed their drinks and moved across to the dining table.  Jennifer dished up three plates of food and carried them over two at a time. 

“Hmm,” said Sophie, looking at her plate.  “Looks edible.”

Jennifer tipped her head back and laughed.  “I’ve been practicing.”

“Clearly.”

Jennifer took a seat at the table and the three of them tucked into their meals.  The conversation flowed as they ate, starting with a catch up for Sophie and Jennifer then moving onto a getting-to-know-you for Jennifer and George.

“So, George,” the actress said, piercing a meatball with her fork, “what do you do?”

“I’ve just finished university.”

“Ooo, exciting!” Jennifer said.  “Wait, so you’re, what…22?”

“21,” George corrected.

Jennifer looked at Sophie, gasping as she pointed at her from across the dining table.

“Oh my god, you freakin’ cougar!”

“Oh, shut up, Jen!” Sophie scoffed.  “He’s only five years younger than me.  You fucked him too, remember?  You’re old enough to be his mum!”

Jennifer gasped once again, this time looking mildly offended as she put a hand to her chest.  “Bitch, I’m 32!”

George simply sat there and watched.  He wondered if they were always at each other’s throats like this or just when they had company.  Either way, he found it quite amusing to watch and figured it could make for an interesting dynamic if the evening was moving in the direction he hoped. 

And lo and behold, it very much was.  But it wasn’t he who broached the issue.

“So,” said Sophie, sipping her wine, “are we doing this or what?”

“Oh, we’re doing it,” Jennifer said.  “And seriously, girl, you’ve gotta try and keep up this time, ‘cause last time you were waaay behind.”

“Pfft!  Like fuck I was!” Sophie countered.  “Just ‘cause you’re a raging cockhog, doesn’t mean I was lagging behind.”

“Hey, what can I say?  He clearly liked fucking me more than you.”

Sophie gasped, seeming for a minute to be genuinely offended.  “Only ‘cause you take it up the arse, you fucking slag.”

Jennifer grinned.  “Maybe you oughta try it sometime.”

“Alright then, I will.”  Sophie stood and grabbed George’s arm, almost pulling him out of his chair.  “Come on, George.”

Jennifer laughed, calling to her from the dining table as she dragged George across the lounge.  “You’re gonna do it now?!”

“Sure,” said Sophie.  “Why the fuck not?  No time like the present, right?”

“Ohhh, shit.  Now this I gotta see,” Jennifer said.

She drained the last of her wine and hopped up from the table, scurrying after George and Sophie as she led him out into the hall.  Sophie practically marched upstairs with George and Jennifer following behind.  Sophie opened her bedroom door and all three parties piled inside.  Sophie closed the door behind them and as she turned to face the others, Jennifer was already kissing George.  Jennifer’s hands were clasped to his cheeks, mouths fused together with so much suction, it looked like she’d need a crowbar to pry them both apart.

“Oi!” said Sophie.  “He’s my guest.  I get first dibs!”

She grabbed onto George’s wrist and yanked it as hard she could, nearly dislodging his arm from its socket.  His lips peeled away from Jennifer’s, her nails scratching the sides of his face as she tried to retain her grip.  Sophie pulled him towards her, grabbing the back of George’s head as she pulled him in for a kiss.  She kissed just as aggressively as Jennifer, shoving her tongue so far into his mouth that she almost cleared his tonsils. 

“Hey!  Fucking bitch!” Jennifer snapped, marching up to Sophie and grabbing ahold of her hair.

Jennifer yanked at Sophie’s hair, pulling her mouth from George’s, just as the Brit had done to her.  But instead of reclaiming possession of George, Jennifer went for Sophie instead, pulling her in for the most aggressive display of hatefuck kissing that George had ever laid eyes on.  He’d often heard people describe a rigorous bout of kissing as two people trying to chew each other’s faces off, and to him that’s exactly what it looked like.

And not only that, their hands were moving a mile a minute, groping and clawing at each other’s bodies like they were about to launch into a full blown catfight.  Which, if he was perfectly honest, George wouldn’t have minded.  As long as he didn’t have to break it up, for he doubted he possessed the physical strength.  The way they were going at each other, he suspected even Dwayne ‘The Rock’ Johnson and his ten ton biceps would have struggled to prise them apart.

Jennifer’s lips were still locked on Sophie’s as she grabbed the back of George’s head and pulled him closer towards them.  The next thing he knew, two sets of lips were pressed against his, tongues flicking in every direction as the two-way kiss was turned into a three.  Still overwhelmed by the sudden intensity, George felt two hands on his body.  One was running all over his chest, while the other had gone straight for his cock, aggressively feeling him up through his jeans.  Though which hand belonged to who, George was none the wiser. 

Their lips came apart and both girls dropped down to the floor.  They hastily started to unbuckle his belt, wrestling both with one another and also with George’s clothing.  By the time that Sophie had opened his belt, Jennifer had already unzipped his fly, quickly unbuttoning the clasp on his pants.  They quickly pulled down George’s jeans, leaving them pooled at his feet as they yanked his undies down too.  George’s cock was already rock hard and vaulted out from inside his boxers, nearly hitting them both in the face.

Sophie grabbed for George’s cock but Jennifer beat her to it, gripping it tightly at the base of the shaft and turning it towards her. 

“Oi!” Sophie yelped.  “Have you forgotten what I said, bitch?  I’ve got first dibs!”

Jennifer ignored her, stuffing George’s cock into her mouth and taking it to the back of her throat.  George tipped his head back and moaned, stepping out of his jeans and boxers and kicking both garments aside.

“Fine,” said Sophie.  “You want that cock, you fucking bitch?  You can have it.  You can have it ALL!”

Quick as a flash, she grabbed the back of Jennifer’s head and shoved her face into George’s stomach.  The tip of his cock pushed into her throat and Jennifer gagged as her lips wrapped around the base of his shaft.

“Aww, too much for you?” Sophie grinned.  “I thought you liked sucking cock?”

She gripped a fistful of Jennifer’s hair and wrenched her head back sharply.  Jennifer’s lips slid back along the shaft, leaving behind a coat of spit as they dragged back up to George's crown.  She held her there for a fraction of a second, then shoved her forward once more, causing her to cough and sputter as she throated George’s cock. 

She kept that up for several minutes, using Jennifer’s hair like a pulley system to pump her up and down his shaft.  George simply stood there and watched, stunned by what he was seeing.  He thought about putting a stop to it, but Jennifer didn’t seem to be resisting, and there were definitely signs of enjoyment on her face, amongst the bright red eyes and the smeared, ruined makeup.  Besides, telling Sophie to cool down a little when she was in this kind of mood was definitely ill-advised. 

She pushed her head down a few more times then wrapped blonde hair around her knuckles, pulling her back with extra force and off his cock entirely.  Jennifer gasped for breath, taking a moment to regain her senses as Sophie grabbed onto George’s cock, smearing in the coat of spit that her supposed friend had left there.  She moved her hand to the base of his shaft, gripping it tightly as she parted her lips, taking him into her mouth.  She took his cock about halfway in and wrapped her lips around it, gazing up at George as she started to bob her head.

By this point, though, Jennifer had recovered and looked eager to enact some revenge.  She grabbed the back of Sophie’s head, giving the redhead a taste of her own medicine as she shoved her forward into George’s stomach.  The tip of his cock rammed down her throat, blue eyes bulging as she choked on George’s cock. 

“Yeah, that’s it,” Jennifer growled.  “How do you like it, bitch?”

She gripped a fistful of Sophie’s hair and used it to fuck her face, just like the Brit had done to her.  Jennifer moved around behind her, gripping her hair with two clenched fists as she looked at George from over her shoulder. 

“Fuck her face,” the blonde instructed, a devilish grin stretched across her face as she cradled Sophie’s head.

George looked down at Sophie, looking for signs of distress.  Unsurprisingly, he didn’t see any.  Even as Jennifer tightened her grip, nearly pulling her hair straight out of her scalp, Sophie looked as cool as always, and would likely have remained as such no matter what he did.

He started to slowly buck his hips, drawing his cock back out to the tip then pushing it back in deep, sinking right down to the base of his shaft.

“Oh, come on,” said Jennifer.  “You can do it harder than that.”

He started to thrust just a little bit harder, some light gag sounds escaping her throat as he worked his cock inside it. 

“Harder!  Come on,” Jennfier urged.  “Don’t be a pussy.  Fuck her fucking face already!”

George started thrusting harder, through fear more than anything else, hips moving swiftly as he drilled his cock into Sophie’s throat.  The sounds from her throat increased in volume and her eyes began to water, leaving lengthy streaks of expensive mascara stretched down Sophie’s cheeks.  Jennifer leaned her head in, licking Sophie’s ear then nibbling on her earlobe.

“You like that, bitch?” she asked her friend, speaking straight into her ear.  “You like it when he fucks that pretty little face?”

“Uh huh,” Sophie responded, her voice muffled by George’s cock.

“See, she likes it,” Jennifer said.  “Now do it fucking harder!”

George complied with Jennifer’s demand, if for no other reason than self-preservation.  He started thrusting as hard as he could, hips pumping a mile a minute as he rammed his cock into Sophie’s face.  Her spit was going everywhere now, coating the length of George’s shaft and dripping down her chin, smearing across his balls as they swung back and forth, slapping firmly against it.  Sophie’s eyes started turning red, tears streaming down her face and laying claim to the last of her makeup.  But that steely look of determination stayed on Sophie’s face, staring defiantly at George no matter how hard he thrusted. 

A few more thrusts and Jennifer let go of her head, allowing George to retrieve his cock.  As he pried it free from between her lips, George’s cock was literally dripping; big, thick ropes of spit trickling down from the base of his shaft and onto Sophie’s carpet.  Jennifer gripped onto Sophie’s hair and turned her around to face her.  She leaned in swiftly, mashing her lips against her friend’s and kissing her aggressively.

“You want it in your pussy now?” Jennifer asked her, tightening her grip in that long red hair and wrenching Sophie’s head back.

Sophie nodded, staring back with her fierce blue eyes.

“Tell me,” said Jennifer.

“I want it,” said Sophie.  “I want that fucking cock in my pussy.”

Jennifer turned and looked at George.  “Get on the bed.”

George nodded and did as she told him, moving quickly towards the king size bed.  He climbed on and laid back, stuffing a pillow underneath his head as his body splayed out across the mattress.  Jennifer stood off the bedroom floor, keeping her grip on Sophie’s hair as she pulled her up along with her.  She let go of Sophie’s hair, letting it tumble down her back as she reached down lower, slapping her hard on the ass. 

“Go and get that cock,” Jennifer ordered.

Sophie climbed up onto the bed, staring George down as she crawled towards the headboard.  Sophie stopped as she reached his hips, straightening her back as she planted her knees either side of them.  Jennifer climbed up after her, kneeling on all fours to George’s right.  Sophie reached back and grabbed his cock, smearing in her spittle as she stroked it up and down. 

She rubbed his cockhead against her pussy then started to sink down onto it, moaning as it pushed inside her.  She released her grip on the base of his shaft and placed her hands just above her knees, working her ass down lower.  Her butt touched down on the tops of his thighs and Sophie’s eyes went wide with joy as she felt his cockhead touch her cervix. 

It had been three years since she’d last experienced it and had forgotten how great it felt.  So much better than her arsehole husband.  Similarly, George had missed the feel of her pussy.  How tight and wet it felt as it wrapped around his member.  And not just that, simply the feeling of being near her was something he’d missed as well.  Witnessing her beauty in close proximity, along with her amazing personality.  Sure, he’d fucked a few girls at uni, even had a couple of girlfriends, but none of them came to close to Sophie Turner.

She stayed like that for quite some time, relishing the feeling of his cock inside her.  But unsurprisingly, Jennifer wasn’t the most patient and had little time for their emotional rekindling. 

“Well…” she said expectantly, “you just gonna sit on that cock or are you gonna ride it?”

“Shut up, bitch!  I’m getting to that!” Sophie snapped, then finally started to ride his cock.

She started slowly, working her pussy to the tip of his shaft then guiding it straight back down again, going balls deep each time she did so.  George reached out and grabbed her hips, enjoying the feeling of Sophie’s soft skin, and admiring her beauty as she rode his cock.  He’d really missed the sight of that, and though the image of her face lit up as she took his cock had been burned into his brain for the past three years, seeing it in person was so much better. 

Suddenly his vision was obscured as Jennifer threw her leg over her his head, planting her knees either side of him.  She dropped her ass down slowly, parking her pussy on George’s face.  It did interrupt the intimacy somewhat, but George figured that he couldn’t complain.  After all, there are much worse things than Jennifer Lawrence sitting on your face. 

He wrapped his arms around the tops of her thighs and moved his tongue towards her clit, flicking against it hard and fast.

“Mmm, yes!  Right there, baby,” Jennifer purred.

She reached back behind herself and grabbed onto George’s hair, pulling his head off the pillow and even deeper into the crack of her ass.  Now his lips were pressed against her pussy, and he could feel her moisture smearing around his mouth.  His lips smothered Jennifer’s clit and he started to spin his tongue round and round, ringing it in concentric circles. 

Jennifer released her grip on his head, reaching out in front of her grabbing onto Sophie’s hair.  She pulled down hard on that thick red mane, wrenching Sophie’s head back as her free hand moved towards her neck, clasping Sophie’s throat.  She didn’t do it hard, just enough for her to feel it, but it drew a reaction from Sophie.  Her muscles tightened instantaneously, most notably her vaginal muscles which were gripping firmly to George’s cock, squeezing it for all its worth.

“You like feeling that cock in your pussy?” Jennifer asked, her tone fierce and aggressive. 

Sophie didn’t respond with words, simply nodding her head as best she could.

“Tell me,” Jennifer ordered.

“I love it,” said Sophie.  “I love this fat cock in my pussy!”

George found it weird hearing Sophie taking orders.  She hadn’t exactly been dominant when they had been together previously, but she’d definitely been the one in charge, often outright telling him what to do.  So it was weird to see this submissive side of her.  That thought was interrupted just a few seconds later when he felt a hand on his head once more, fingers combing through his thick brown hair.

“Well…” said Jennifer.  “You just gonna lay there, buddy, or are you gonna fuck this slut?”

She didn’t have to ask him twice.  George’s hands moved down in an instant, grabbing onto Sophie’s thighs.  Sophie stopped moving when she felt her grab him, and he lifted her ass up about three or four inches, giving himself some room to thrust.  Then he proceeded to do just that, throwing his ass off the mattress beneath him as he rammed up into Sophie’s pussy.  Sophie’s moans got instantly louder, to the point that George could hear them clearly even as Jennifer’s asscheeks pressed against his ears.

“Play with your pussy,” Jennifer ordered.  “Cum all over his cock.”

Sophie did as Jennifer said, reaching down to rub her clit as George’s fat cock drilled up into her cunt.  He felt her pussy immediately tighten, gripping his cock to the point of bursting as he rammed it deep inside her.  George responded quickly, thrusting harder as he worked his cock through the tightening grip. 

Her eyes widened, nearly vaulting straight out of her skull as George’s thrusts kicked up to max speed, his pelvis slapping loudly against hers. 

“You gonna cum?” Jennifer asked.

Sophie didn’t respond with words but George could tell by the volume of her moans and the ever tightening grip of her pussy that she’d answered in the affirmative.  George continued to ram into her pussy, maintaining the same force and speed as he switched his attention to Jennifer.  It had been a while since he’d made two women cum together, but he still remembered the ego boost he’d gotten the last time he did so.  He’d barely been able to walk around the next day under the weight of his massive head. 

He wrapped his arms around Jennifer’s thighs, getting a firm grip on her quads as he went to town on the actress’ pussy.  He licked around it every which way: up and down, left and right, clockwise, anti-clockwise, every way he could think of.  A minute or two of that and Jennifer had forgotten that she was supposed to be in charge.  She practically melted onto George’s face, juices oozing from her vaginal lips and smearing all around his mouth.  Jennifer’s moans got louder too to the point that he could barely hear Sophie anymore.  It sounded like they were in direct competition, to see who could moan the loudest. 

A few more thrusts and swirls of his tongue, and George’s wish came true.  Both girls came at the exact same time, screaming at the top of their lungs as their bodies started shaking above him.  George grabbed onto Sophie’s hips, pulling her down to the base of his shaft and holding her there as he felt her cum.

Sophie’s tight pussy clamped around his shaft, nearly squeezing all the cum from his balls as juices surged from deep inside her, coating him from base to tip.  Jennifer gave him the same reward, promptly unleashing a sticky, sweet flood that gushed straight into George’s mouth, pouring along the length of his tongue and making his taste buds tingle. 

Sophie reached down and started rubbing her clit, prolonging her orgasm as George kept tonguing at Jennifer’s snatch, licking her through the throes of climax.  Finally they hit their peaks and Sophie’s muscles loosened around him, relinquishing their grip on his cock.  Their screams faded out to moans, giving way to heavy breaths as they started to recover. 

Sophie took a moment to regain her composure then climbed back down from George’s cock.  Jennifer’s eyes fell open, nearly shooting straight out of their sockets when she took a look at George’s cock.  His shaft was completely coated, smeared from tip to base with Sophie’s creamy arousal.

“Holy shit, girl!” Jennifer exclaimed, then promptly leaned forward without hesitation, forming a 69 with George as she laid her body on top of his own.

She poked her tongue out from between her lips, pressing the tip against George’s shaft and licking along it slowly.  She dragged her tongue past George’s tip then looked up at Sophie, now sitting and watching as Jennifer licked his cock.

“Get back there,” Jennifer instructed.  “I need you to get me ready.”

Sophie moved quickly, clearly understanding the brief.  George looked up, dragging his tongue along Jennifer’s pussy to clean up the last of her juices.  Suddenly, Sophie’s face moved into his field of vision, tongue already extended as she guided it towards Jennifer’s ass.  George grabbed onto Jennifer’s buttcheeks, peeling them apart to give her better access. 

As he did that, he felt her mouth wrap around his cockhead, her sprightly tongue now lapping at the tip as she licked up George’s precum.  Jennifer’s mouth started to slide down his shaft, taking it down inch by inch.  Her hair spilled out from behind her ears, tickling the tops of George’s thighs as she sank down lower, taking him down to the base. 

She held him there for several seconds, moaning around the width of his shaft as Sophie started licking her ass.  She didn’t hold back, dragging her tongue across her asshole several times before pulling her head back, shooting out a glob of spit which landed directly on Jennifer’s sphincter.  She shoved her tongue back against her ass, her spit running down to George’s tongue as he lapped at Jennifer’s pussy. 

Jennifer lifted her head up slowly, sucking her cheeks in as hard as she could as she dragged her lips up George’s shaft, slurping up Sophie’s juices.  She popped him free from between her lips, spitting on his cock for some extra lube before she started crawling forward.  George simply laid back and watched, admiring the shape of Jennifer’s ass as it moved slowly across the bed, edging ever closer to his rockhard cock. 

Jennifer stopped when she reached his waist, planting her knees either of hips as he lifted her head up, straightening her sculpted back.  Jennifer reached back and grabbed his cock, gripping it tightly at the base of the shaft as she moved the tip to her asshole.  Both her asshole and his cock were slick with spit and apparently that was all the lube that Jennifer needed.  Her asshole spread around George’s crown, gripping it tightly as she sunk down onto his cock.

Already the feeling was different for George.  Emilia and Natalie had been incredibly tight when he’d fucked them both in the ass, but his cock had been so slathered in lube that there’d hardly been any friction at all.  That definitely was not the case here.  As Jennifer worked her ass down his cock, George could feel every ounce of her grip.  And she could feel every inch of his cock, how thick and hard it felt as it pushed its way inside her.

The pace was slow but finally she made it down to the base, resting her asscheeks against his pelvis.  George stared forward, admiring the shape of Jennifer’s ass as it pressed against his lower torso, his entire shaft now embedded inside it.  He took a moment to appreciate what was happening, thanking his lucky stars that once again he was rubbing shoulders (and other things besides) with the rich and famous.

Whether he just enjoyed the ego boost of fucking famous or if sex with celebrities was somehow better than it was with normal women, George wasn’t entirely sure.  But one thing he did know, his experience with Sophie and her Game of Thrones co-stars had made him into quite the star-fucker, and the sexual encounters he’d had at college simply paled in comparison to fucking Sophie Turner and Emilia Clarke.  Despite the girls he’d fucked at college being very attractive and, in some cases, incredibly good in bed.  But no matter how many girls he bedded or how many loads were sucked from his balls, it simply wasn’t the same.

But George didn’t have time to dwell on that now.  By the time the thought had left his mind, Jennifer had started to lift her ass up, and he felt the tight pull of her unlubed asshole as it dragged along the length of his shaft.  She worked her ass to the tip of his cock, keeping it there for a fraction of a second before she dropped it straight back down.  His cock disappeared in the blink of an eye, her meaty asscheeks rippling delightfully as they crashed down hard on George’s pelvis. 

“Sit on his face,” Jennifer said, addressing Sophie without turning her head.

Sophie moved quickly, throwing a leg over George’s head and planting her knees either side of him.  George looked up as she dropped her ass down, her pussy alighting on top of his face.  He wrapped his arms around Sophie’s thighs, poking his tongue out from between his lips and guiding it straight to her clit. 

“Oh, yes!  Right there, Georgie!” Sophie moaned, reaching back to grip his hair as he started to eat her pussy.

Sophie was stunned.  She’d always been impressed by his oral abilities.  Even the first time she slept with him, when he was nervous as hell and clearly had little experience, he still knew how to eat pussy.  Sophie suspected- rightly, it turned out- that he’d learned it from watching porn.  But even though he was good to begin with, George’s talents had vastly improved.  She’d suspected he’d been practicing over the last three years, and it may have been her ego talking, but Sophie liked to think he’d been practicing for her. 

The thought, of course, was a little self-centred, but it wasn’t too far from the truth.  While his dalliances at college weren’t explicitly for Sophie’s benefit, she was always at the back of his mind, even during the throes of love-making.  Sometimes he outright imagined it was her that he was sticking his oversized cock into.  And every time a woman complimented him on a new technique, he wondered if Sophie would appreciate it too.

Well, three years later and he’d finally got his answer.  She appreciated it a lot.  In fact, she was already showing her appreciation by leaking her juices onto George’s face, bathing his lips and tongue with volumes of sweet-tasting fluid.  And in turn, George appreciated that, lapping up every drop that the red-haired actress gave him. 

Jennifer, meanwhile, was riding him harder, working her asshole right up to his tip before her juicy ass came crashing down, rhythmic smack sounds filling the room as it crashed down onto his stomach.  Ripples were passing through her asscheeks which, unfortunately for George, he didn’t get to see.  But given that Sophie Turner was sitting on his face, he had little cause for complaint. 

He felt her asshole tighten around him as Jennifer reached down in between her legs and started to rub her pussy, moans getting louder as she frigged herself off.  He could tell that she was getting close and a few more bounces on George’s cock were all it took to finish her off.  She sunk down onto him one last time, remaining there as her orgasm hit.  Deafening screams started filling the room as Jennifer continued to rub her pussy, her asshole gripping George’s cock and squeezing it to the point of bursting.

George kept his focus on Sophie, swirling his tongue around the nub of her clit.  The change in tactic proved decisive and Sophie came in a matter of seconds, throwing her head back with so much force that she almost gave herself whiplash.  She screamed towards the bedroom ceiling, unleashing a flood of warm, sweet fluids that gushed all over George’s mouth, rewarding him for his tireless efforts.  George was glad to accept his reward, licking up every drop she gave him and savouring the delicious taste. 

Finally she hit her peak and George felt her muscles relax as he dug his fingers into Sophie’s thighs, enjoying the softness of her pale skin.  Jennifer finished at the exact same time and he felt her grip on him loosen slightly as she worked her asshole along his shaft and off his cock entirely.

“Taste me,” she ordered and Sophie was quick to oblige.

She leaned forward, forming a 69 with George as she laid her body on top of his own.  Spreading her lips as wide as she could, Sophie plunged down onto his cock, swallowing him in the blink of an eye.  George poked his tongue out from between his lips and returned it to Sophie’s pussy, running it slowly up and down her slit as he licked up the last of her cum. 

Sophie wrapped her lips around the base of George’s shaft and dragged them back up slowly, her mouth creating an airtight seal as she sucked off Jennifer’s ass juice.  She popped him free from between her lips, spitting onto Gerorge’s cock as she stroked him up and down. 

“Come forward,” Jennifer said.

Again, Sophie did as she told her, crawling towards the foot of the bed.  George simply sat back and watched, admiring the shape of Sophie’s pert ass as it swung from side to side.  Then Jennifer pointed at him.

“You, get behind her,” the actress ordered.

George responded quickly, practically leaping up off the mattress and kneeling behind his fellow Brit.  Jennifer grabbed the bottle of lube and circled around behind him.  Wrapping her arms around his body, Jennifer peered down over his shoulder as she flipped the cap on the bottle of lube and squirted some onto his cock.  She tossed the bottle down onto the bed and grabbed his cock with both her hands, gripping the base of his shaft with one as she jerked him off with the other, smearing the lube up and down him. 

Once the lube had been applied, Jennifer removed her hand from the shaft, still gripping the base of his cock as she pointed it at Sophie’s asshole.

“Ready, Sophie?” Jennifer asked her.

“Mmhmm,” Sophie responded, a nervous gulp escaping her throat as she felt his tip press against her virgin sphincter.

Trying anal definitely hadn’t been on her bucket list, but it was something she had always been curious about.  After all, her friends who’d tried spoke of it highly, repeatedly telling her how great it felt and how hard it made them cum.  Not just Jennifer, but Emilia Clarke and Taylor Swift as well.  And if Sophie ever did end up trying it, she always expected that it might be with George as opposed to her husband.  Sure, he had a bigger cock, but he was also much, much better in bed, and Sophie knew that the pleasure would be greater, even if it hurt a little more.

Jennifer looked up at George, nodding at him as she released his cock.  George grabbed hold of it, gripping onto Sophie’s hip as he started pressing forward.  He did it slowly, even slower than he did with Emilia (three years later, and he could still remember his moves by heart), since this was Sophie’s anal debut.  He felt her asshole split open then a loud moan escaped her lips as he began to slip inside her.

Jennifer moved to the foot of the bed and knelt in front of Sophie.

“You OK there, honey?” Jennifer asked her.

“Mmm,” said Sophie, nodding her head as a pained expression started spreading across her face.

“Hurts a little, doesn’t it?”

She nodded again.

“It’s worth it, girl.  Trust me.”

George kept inching forward slowly, working his cock in an inch at a time.  Once his dick was halfway in, George let go of the base of his shaft, grabbing Sophie’s remaining hip as he pushed his cock in deeper.  Progress remained slow, with Sophie’s stubborn, fledgling asshole fighting him for every inch.  He started thrusting nice and slow, gaining another half inch of ground with every gentle rock of his hips. 

He tried to remain patient, to give her every inch she could take before he began to focus on speed.  But George couldn’t help himself.  A few thrusts in the pace began to slowly increase, every thrust now hitting the redhead just the tiniest fraction harder, to the point that the rise in speed was almost imperceptible.  But something must have filtered through ‘cause Sophie’s moans started getting louder, sounding less like pain and more like pressure with every thrust he took. 

A few more thrusts and George’s cock was going ballsdeep, his heavy nuts swinging back and forth, and slapping against her pussy.  Sophie’s means grew significantly louder, now filling the expanse of the room as George started thrusting harder.  The increase in volume drew Jennifer’s attention and she crawled around behind her friend to see what was going on.

“Oh, wow!” the actress gasped, seeing how fast that George was thrusting and how deep Sophie was taking his cock.  “You’re getting it now, huh?”

Jennifer slapped one of Sophie’s asscheeks then grinned as she looked at George. 

“Take it out,” she said.  “I want to taste her ass.”

George nodded and pulled back slowly.  He gripped his cock at the base of the shaft, ready to pry the tip from Sophie’s asshole when Jennifer suddenly stopped him.

“Wait, not yet,” the actress said.  “Let me grab these buttcheeks first.  Let’s see if we can get a little baby gape going.”

Jennifer reached up and grabbed ahold of Sophie’s asscheeks, spreading them nice and wide.  George drew his hips back slowly, working his cock back out to the tip then plucking it free from Sophie’s ass.  George was far from an expert on the subject, but Sophie’s gape took him by surprise.  It definitely wasn’t like Emilia’s, and definitely wasn’t like the ones he’d seen in porn, but for a first timer, it wasn’t too bad at all.

George gripped his cock at the base, aiming it up just a few inches higher as he moved it towards Jennifer’s mouth.  She parted her lips when she saw him coming, taking the tip of his cock in between them.  George placed a hand at the back of her head, holding her tightly as he pushed himself forward, steering his cock in deeper.  George’s cockhead cleared her tonsils pressing against her back of her throat as Jennifer sucked her cheeks in, sealing them tightly around his shaft.

He pulled his hips back, feeling her suck at his long, thick shaft as he slowly began to retrieve it.  Popping it free from between her lips, George’s cock had been sucked clean, his shaft now coated with Jennifer’s spit as he moved the tip to Sophie’s asshole.  He returned his hand to Sophie’s hip, using Jennifer’s spit as lube as he pushed it back inside her. 

Again, he pushed his cock in deeper, feeding it to her inch by inch until once more, his swollen balls were pressed against her taint.  He worked his cock back out to the tip and once again he started thrusting, going a little harder his time without the gradual build up. 

A few thrusts in and Sophie started moaning loudly, her asshole tightening around his shaft.  Looking down, he saw that one of Jennifer’s hands had slid down between Sophie’s legs.  He couldn’t see what she was doing, but judging from the grin that had formed on Jennifer’s face, he had a pretty good idea.  Sophie’s ass was like a vice around his cock and it pulled him to the edge in an instant.

“Oh, fuck!  I’m gonna cum!” George exclaimed, an audible strain in his voice. 

“Do it in her ass,” Jennifer instructed, a devilish grin stretched across her face.

He waited to see if Sophie objected, and when she didn’t, he promptly sheathed his cock in her asshole, letting Jennifer take care of the rest.  She rubbed harder at Sophie’s clit, her hand little more than a blur as she worked it back and forth.  Sophie threw her head back sharply, whipping red hair down her sculpted back as an orgasm hit her with full, unrelenting force.

“OHHH, FUUUCCCKKK!!!” she screamed, clamping her eyes shut as the feeling quickly engulfed her body.

Her asshole tightened around George’s shaft and his cock went off in an instant, firing ropes of thick, warm jism deep into her taut backside.  He moaned loudly, a wave of euphoria rushing through him as he voided himself inside her, all but filling the redhead’s colon.  Feeling him cum set her off once more and her muscles contracted around his cock, forcing more spunk from the tip of his penis.  This continued for the next few seconds, both of them feeding off one another’s climaxes until George had seemingly run out of cum. 

Jennifer grabbed onto Sophie’s asscheeks, spreading them apart as George pulled his cock back slowly.  He worked his dick back out to the tip and was about to pluck it from Sophie’s ass when Jennifer suddenly stopped him.

“Wait!  Let me get down there,” the actress said.

She moved around to the foot of the bed, rolling onto her back as she squeezed her body between George’s thighs.  She ended up between Sophie’s legs, her face directly underneath her ass, reaching up from underneath her to spread her cheeks apart.

“OK, now,” Jennifer said, as she readily parted her full set of lips, gaping them open as wide as she could.

George gripped his cock at the base, prying his tip from Sophie’s asshole.  His load oozed straight out of her ass, dripping down into Jennifer’s mouth as she stuck her tongue out, catching the still-warm load.  Jennifer closed her lips, holding George’s cum in her mouth as she scooted back out from underneath Sophie and moved around in front of her.

She motioned for Sophie to open her mouth and the redhead duly obliged her, gaping her lips as wide as she could.  Jennifer moved her head in close, spitting the cum into Sophie’s mouth then asking her to return the favour.  Sophie did so and they proceeded to pass the load back and forth, swapping it between each mouth until both had an equal share.  Then they closed their mouths and swallowed, wrapping things up with a final kiss. 

By this point it had gotten pretty late and Sophie passed out shortly after.  Jennifer and George left her to sleep, knowing she had to be up early the next day to catch her flight to London.  Jennifer gathered her things and George saw her out to the front door.

“I’ve gotta say, man, you know how to fuck,” Jennifer said as she lingered in Sophie’s doorway.

“Erm…thanks.  You too,” said George, not quite sure how to respond.

“How long are you here for?” Jennfier asked.

“A few months, I think.  Just ‘til Sophie gets back basically.”

“Is that so?  Well, I’ve got some friends who I think would like to meet you.  I’ll send them by if you’d like.”

“Erm…sure.”

“Cool.”  Jennifer grinned then leaned in and kissed him, stroking his cock through his sweatpants.  “See you around.”

George watched as she crossed the driveway, getting one last look at Jennifer’s ass as she climbed into her car and backed out of Sophie’s driveway.

Damn, thought George as he closed the door.  This could be a hell of a trip!

End of Chapter One

Quote from: MineCraft040521 on May 04, 2026, 10:10:37 PM

Any chance of a second part with Sofia and Salma?

I hadn't thought about that. Good idea I might do

Is this still an option on the table?