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Chapter Nineteen: Wonderland
Starring Taylor Swift
Featuring Blake Lively, Camila Cabello, Cara Delevingne, Gigi Hadid, Hailee Steinfeld, Hayley Kiyoko, Karlie Kloss, Martha Hunt, & Selena Gomez
Codes: MF+, M+F,Cons, Anal, Oral, Orgy
Cole was taking some time off while he pondered his next career move. Joining Taylor’s marketing team was a big decision and he wanted to be absolutely sure before committing. His unemployment meant days alone playing with Taylor’s cats and nights playing with her pussy. Still, only two weeks in and he was already going crazy. All that changed one day while rifling through the mail. A gold leaf envelope caught his eye. Curious and thinking it was a wedding invitation, he carefully opened it, pulling out the letter to read its contents.Ms. Taylor Swift & Mr. Cole Stephens,
You are cordially invited to the annual Wonderland celebration. Ms. Selena Gomez is hosting and Mrs. Karlie Kloss is our mistress of ceremonies. Ms. Gomez has elected to hold the event at her Los Angeles residence on the 23rd of this month. Please RSVP if you plan to attend.
- Wonderland Planning Committee
P.S. We’d love to see you both there! – Selena
Cole finished reading, no closer to understanding what it actually meant. Wonderland was the setting of a beloved fiction book, and a song off Taylor’s 1989
deluxe album. Neither seemed an adequate explanation.
“Hey Swift?” Cole asked, calling out to the other room. “What’s Wonderland?"
He heard something crash and a loud curse as Taylor dropped whatever she was holding. Storming into the kitchen, her eyes darted back and forth. They froze at the letter in his hand.
“Where did you get that?!?”
“It was addressed to both of us.” Cole said, looking confused and handing her the letter.
Taylor snatched it from his hands, her blue eyes roving over the short script in seconds.
“Every year I give them the same answer!” She threw letter aside and slumped down at the kitchen table.
“What’s going on Swift?” Cole asked, sitting down next to her. “Talk to me.”
Taylor looked at him, a mixed expression on her face. “I don’t want any secrets from you. So here it goes. Wonderland is…an orgy. An annual one. Hosted by members of my so-called squad
.” She put the last word in air quotes. Cole’s jaw hit the floor. “Started in 2013. At first it was just a bunch of friends getting together for a fun and wild night. Things apparently got out of hand after I left, but they had so much fun that they decided to make it yearly thing. They called it Wonderland after the song of mine, because I’d brought them all together. And because they had a wonderful
time. Their words. Not mine.” She gave a hollow chuckle.
“An orgy, a little out there I guess. Why are you so against it?” Cole asked, trying to focus while battling images of Taylor’s many model, singer and actress friends in the raunchiest sexual positions and scenarios.
“I wasn’t! All for it really. Until 2015. That was the first year I decided to go…with Adam. Asshole. At the time he seemed really excited. In retrospect, he just wanted a free pass to fuck all of my friends. When we got there and realized I would also be fucking other guys, he freaked out and ruined the whole thing. Haven’t been since. Stupid DJ prick.”
“Not even with other guys?”
“Nope. Wasn’t dating Tom long enough and Joe would have loved to see me get railed by a few dudes, but he wasn’t too keen on anyone else knowing that.”
“Well, you’re with me now. And I say let’s go. It sounds like you want to.”
“Swift. I don’t care if there are other men to fuck. It’s only fair. Some women for me. Some dudes for you. Tit for tat. Besides, I know who you’ll be coming home with. This guy.” He stared intensely, waiting for the argument. “You know you’re not going to find a cock as good as this one.”
The corners of her mouth twitched. “I do love your cock…”
“Love you too Swift.”
She moved in for a kiss. He kissed her back and as they lingered, it turned into much more. Right there on the kitchen table. Afterwards, as Taylor wiped the sticky cum from her torso, she said, “Ok. If you’re sure. Let’s go.”
“OH MY GOD! HE’S ACTUALLY HERE!” Was the first thing they heard as they opened the front door of Selena Gomez’s Los Angeles estate.
The next thing Cole knew, he was being dragged inside by a gaggle of stunningly beautiful women. They marched him to the living room, forming a close-knit circle. Shameless with their eye-fucking, Cole smiled nervously at the sudden intense female scrutiny. Taylor fought her way through, shooing away her friends like a flock of birds. One-by-one they retreated, resuming whatever activity they had been doing before. Cole still felt many of their eyes upon him. The celebrations were already underway as empty bottles littered the room and music blared from an unseen sound system. The scantily clad women were comfortably dressed, not that it mattered. They’d all be sporting birthday suits soon enough. That wasn’t to say they didn’t look good. Makeup was on point, hair sleekly styled. And then there was their toned bodies, each one tighter and perkier than the last. Every one of them could have passed for Greek goddess.
“Wow. A lot of your friends are here.” He muttered.
“It’s a good turnout this year. It looks like we’re the last ones.” She said nervously. “It’s not too late to back out, just so you know.”
“Nonsense Swift. I’m good if you are.”
She nodded, giving him an anxious smile. Selena came bounding over to them in sleeveless tee. Undeterred by the presence of a bra, her perky milk-makers threatened to bounce right out into plain view. She brushed her shiny black hair behind her ears, rattling the hoops there and hugged Taylor tightly.
“I’m so glad you’re here!” She was positively beaming. “And you brought a treat!” Her warm brown eyes roamed up and down Cole’s muscular form, noticeably lingering at his crotch.
“Yep! We’re here! Cole’s been great. Really supportive.”
“I’m sure having all these beautiful ladies here doesn’t hurt.” Selena said with a wink.
Blake Lively joined them, the tightest of tank tops barely able to hold back the ample bosom of the blonde actress and mother of two. She hugged the both of them, pressing her breasts against Cole for far longer than was socially acceptable.
“It’s strange to see you here Cole.” Selena said. “All of our boyfriends, husbands or significant others are too insecure to come.”
“It’s fantastic!” Blake cut in. “Ryan wanted to come, but he’s on a movie shoot. Usually he’s the only other guy that turns up. He’ll be sorry he missed it this year!”
“Not sure what all the fuss is, Taylor and I love each other. We know that. A little fun with other people doesn’t change that.”
His statement was met with aws
, everyone clearly eavesdropping on them. Taylor gripped his hand tightly and gave him the warmest of smiles. Introductions and greetings followed. Cole had met nearly everyone before, but not all. Taylor gave a particularly large greeting to Hayley Kiyoko, who had been a special guest on her reputation
“Hayley! So glad you accepted my invite!” She said, hugging the fellow popstar. “I wasn’t sure you would with all the dicks involved.”
The half-Asian blonde singer, referred to as Lesbian Jesus
by her fans, shrugged and said, “There’s also a lot of fine chicks. I’ll find plenty of pussy to entertain myself.”
Karlie Kloss stood at the head of the room, effortlessly striking a pose as she cleared her throat loudly. The tall lanky model with flowing flaxen hair and blue eyes to match Taylor’s, tapped a large crystal goblet with a silver spoon to get everyone’s attention. Through the sliding glass doors behind her, the sun was just setting, casting a gorgeous orange glow over the rocky foothills of LA.
“Welcome all to Wonderland 2019! I’m your mistress of ceremonies, so I’ll be dictating the events tonight. Before I bring the gentleman out, we need to have a toast and take care of a few orders of business. Drink up everyone!”
Cole looked around as the party-goers gravitated towards the table with an enormous punch bowl in the center of it. He’d been to Selena’s home plenty of times before, although the layout looked different this time. An enormous plush ottoman lay in the very center of the room, nearly the size of a mattress. Several couches and chairs were arrayed all around it, almost like seats facing a stage. Her usual furnishings seemed to be gone. The doors to her room and a guest room, both of which lay just off the living room were closed. Cole and Taylor had spent many a night fooling around in that guest bedroom, and even once or twice in Selena’s bed when she was otherwise preoccupied. On the wall opposite the punch bowel was another table. Cole stopped mid-walk as he realized what was on it. Spread across the table was every variety of sex toy imaginable. Dildo’s, both anatomically correct and otherwise, vibrators, strap-ons, wands, butt plugs, nipple clamps, anal beads and pocket rockets of every size, shape and color imaginable were presented in neat organized rows, clearly waiting to be claimed by a horny owner once the festivities got underway. Taylor tugged his arm and he shook himself. The punch bowl was filled with a bright red concoction. Cole ladled two full red solo cups, taking a whiff. The overwhelming aroma of alcohol filled his nostrils.
“Whoa, what’s in this?” Cole asked Gigi Hadid who stood next to him, pouring her own cup.
The model stared with blue-green eyes, her rounded cheeks smirking. “The Jungle Juice? Alcohol.”
Cole laughed and gave a cup to Taylor. Once everyone was ready, Selena raised her own cup. “Here’s to Wonderland! Cheers everyone! Drink up!”
Everyone in the room downed their red solo cups, chugging down the contents like it was a race. The combination of what tasted like several different types of alcohol made him cough. “Reminds me of college. I think I prefer your old fashions
Taylor grinned. “Let’s get another.”
The mingling continued as they all downed a few more rounds of Jungle Juice. After the third cup, Cole began to feel strange. Within the confines of his jeans, his cock stiffened, snaking down his pant leg as it searched for an escape. Taylor immediately spotted it.
“Someone should have mentioned, it’s the Jungle Juice. Makes dicks hard as a rock. Clits too.” She leaned in closer, whispering. “I’m dripping right now.” That did absolutely nothing to help his erection. “It gives everyone the libido to go all night. Because they do. I mean we
Cole shifted uncomfortably as Taylor moved to talk with Cara Delevingne. The British model flashed him a wink, sticking her tongue into her cheek and grabbing an imaginary cock with her hand, miming a blowjob.
“Hey Stephens. Long time, no see.” Hailee Steinfeld said, the dark-haired singer actress sidling up to next to him.
“Hailee. Nice to see you again. It’s been a while.”
“It has. Too long. Since you two got together, Taylor’s been hiding you!” She leaned in closer, licking full lips. “I’m stoked to see that dick of yours in action again.”
Cole nodded stupidly as she flashed a wicked grin and gave his crotch a quick squeeze. Before he could say anything, Karlie called for attention.
“I think we are all sufficiently hard up. Let’s get started! Everyone, STRIP!”
Cole glanced around. What little clothes they had on were quickly tore off. Camila Cabello bumped into him, pulling off her blouse.
“Whoops! Sorry Cole.” The half-Cuban singer said, now topless and gazing at him. Cole’s eyes slid downwards to her perfectly proportioned bronzed globes. Each dark nipple was as puffy and erect as he’d ever seen. “What are you waiting for? Don’t be shy. Strip! I’ve been bragging about your pinga
She gave a high-pitched raspy laugh, pushing him playfully. She reached and gave his trousers a tug. Taylor materialized over his shoulder, her face playful.
“Always so eager to get my man naked, huh Cee?”
“You know it Tee.” She said, shimmering out of her short-shorts. “You’re a bit overdressed yourself chica
“Let’s change that.” Taylor said, peeling off her own shirt.
In a flash, she was naked. Cole followed suit, unbuckling his belt and pulling his trousers down. The blonde Victoria Secret’s model, Martha Hunt, gave a hoot as she walked by ogling his ding-dong. She was naked herself, breasts jiggling as she carried a bundle of clothes. Taylor reached for his underwear and pulled, letting loose a girlish giggle as his wang sprang forward, stiff and ready for action. For a moment, the eye of every female in the room was drawn to the thick rod, even Hayley.
Once everyone was done stripping, they clustered around Karlie, who just as naked as everyone else. As far as the eye could see there were toned, fit muscles, breasts that jiggled with the slightest movement, shapely asses that were pinched and squeezed by perfectly manicured hands, pouty lips being licked by tongues in anticipation and eyes wide, filled with excitement in the dying light of the LA sunset. He really was surrounded by a group of goddesses.
“WELCOME TO WONDERLAND 2019!” Karlie screamed, her excitement evident. A roar of noise greeted her words as the call went up all around. Hands clapped, mouths whooped and squealed with glee as the gaggle of women unabashedly rejoiced at the wild fucking that was about to commence. “On the count of three we kick it off! One! Two! Three!”
Every woman reached down between her buttcheeks, to the buttplug tightly nestled there. They pulled. Cole was treated to the sound of ten different and distinct pops as sphincter rings stretched and the glittering trove of anal sex toys were pulled from various rectums. They held them high, triumphantly above their heads, each a different color and shape. Hoots of laughter echoed as they trembled with the sensation. Cara popped hers into her mouth, licking it clean before holding it up. Taylor gave a squeak as hers was removed. Grabbing Cole’s hand, she placed it on hers, holding the shiny pink bejeweled buttplug high. It seemed only right, after all, he had helped her put it in that morning.
“LET WONDERLAND BEGIN!” Karlie yelled, her voice an octave higher than it had been moments before.
One set of the double doors banged opened and the gentlemen marched in, butt naked with their fat cocks dangling in front of them. Five prime male specimens lined up next to Karlie, hands behind their back, dick’s facing forward. Even Cole couldn’t help but marvel at them. A multitude of ethnicities, but all with chiseled jaws, slick haircuts, pretty eyes and muscles that bulged on each of their respective frames. Then there were their cocks. Each one was as long and girthy as the last. Veins spiderwebbed across thick shafts, golf-ball sized mushroom tips were already shiny with precum and large heavy balls swung between their legs. Cole was pleased to see that he measured up reasonably well. Well, expect for the last guy in line. The African-American man was hung like a horse, easily dwarfing every other cock in the room. The ladies squealed with glee as the men made their grand entrance. Selena only had eyes for the black man, her brown eyes following his swinging progress across the room.
“Look at these fella’s! Am I right ladies?” Karlie asked, standing behind the nearest one, sinking her nails into his large pecs and biting her lip something fierce.
This was met with further cheering as horny hands began roaming over their owner’s and neighbor’s bodies. Clits stiffened, lady lips shimmered with arousal and nipples hardened. Martha looked as though she was actually drooling.
“Only five of them?!?” Camila called out, the dismay evident in her voice.
Karlie shushed her before turning to Selena, “Would you care to announce the guest of honor?” She held out a sealed envelope. Selena was still fixated on the big black dick, oblivious to everything else. “Selena!” She was snapped out of her stupor as Karlie clapped her hands together.
“Yea. Right. Guest of honor.”
She stepped to the front, perky tits and ass jiggling. “Eh-hem. The guest of honor this year is…a little drumroll please.” Hands strummed against tight tummies, muscular thighs or supple asses as the women patted themselves, drumming up a sufficient buildup for Selena to open the card. “TAYLOR SWIFT!”
Everyone turned to Taylor, cheering, giggling or running a hand over her supple body, giving her bits a squeeze. Taylor blushed.
“You know what that means!” Martha shouted. “Get ready for those cocks!”
that mean?” Cole whispered.
“It’s mean’s she’s about to get stuffed airtight!” Blake said excitedly.
As Taylor was pushed forward, she flashed a look back at him. He gave a smile and a thumbs up. Karlie’s instructed the men as Taylor knelt on the carpeted floor in the center of the room, next to oversized ottoman. They jockeyed for position around her, hefty wangs swarming her as she gazed around up at them.
“C’mon Tay! Give us a good show!” Selena called out.
Everyone settled down around on the arrangement of couches and chairs, eager to watch the live sex show play out in front of them. Cole wouldn’t say he was overjoyed to watch these five dudes rail his girlfriend, but he knew there were no feelings here, only sex. Thankfully as he settled down on a couch, Blake cozied up next, brushing her sizable ta-ta’s up against him.
“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you don’t get too jealous.” She whispered and wrapped a hand around his cock.
“Me too.” Said Hailee, snuggling up on his other side and likewise gripping his cock.
Taylor gazed upwards at the selection of manmeat around her. With a look of determination and a cheeky grin, she dove right in. Opening her pouty lips wide, she devoured the nearest schlong, taking it straight down the balls and holding it there as she grabbed two more, stroking them fast. Woo’s and more cheering greeted her ears as took down another dick, his balls resting on her chin before releasing it with a spit-filled cough and moving to the next one. She spat left and right, making sure the five cocks around were nice and slippery as she jerked them off. Taking inspiration, Hailee leaned over and let loose a long string of spittle onto Cole’s cock, spreading it around as her and Blake worked in perfect tandem, stroking every inch of him. Blake reached down to fondle his swelling balls. Everyone else was enjoying the show. Fingers disappeared between thighs, rubbing wet lips or strumming throbbing clits. Breasts were groped and nipples tweaked as they watched Taylor suck down each guy six ways from Sunday. She utilized all her many oral tricks, fast bobs of her head with lips sealed tight, long slow powerful suction strokes with her cheeks caved inwards, gobbling at heavy swinging balls, lapping at gaping oozing pisslits and curling her tongue around every veiny inch.
“Get it Taylor!” Gigi called out.
“Suck those cock’s girl! Woooahhh yea!!!” Blake added.
Hayley had already given into her baser instincts, busing herself between Cara’s legs as she kissed her soaked twat. Cara pinched both nipples, twisting them back and forth as her eyes watched Taylor intently. Selena sprang up from her seat, only to quickly grab something off the sextoy table and hurry back to her chair. She promptly spread her legs wide and fit the large black dildo into her snatch, moaning loudly as she did so. Suddenly, there was flurry as women hurriedly also ran up to grab something. Blake and Hailee remained seated, jerking Cole off. To compensate, he placed a hand on each of their hot wet slits, slipping fingers between velvety folds as moans filled his ears on either side.
“Don’t make her do all the work boys!” Karlie called from her position on the hardwood floor by sliding doors where she was riding a large dildo, suctioned to the floor.
The guy with Taylor’s lips wrapped around his dong placed both hands on her head and with her nod started thrusting in and out. Taylor gagged and gurgled at the sudden speed and force of the prick fucking her mouth, but adjusted herself, opening her throat wide as he jammed every inch into her gullet with frenzied speed. She never wavered, still jerking off two other spit-soaked pricks while more eagerly awaited her attentions. Tears beaded in the corners of her eyes as the stud released her and she gasped for air, spittle flowing freely down her chin, strings of saliva connecting her lips to his cock. The next guy took his prick, thrusting in-between her lips as Taylor yet again took every inch.
“Fuck! Look at her handle those dicks!” Hailee yelled, the admiration clear.
Camila was making out with Gigi as the two of them simultaneously worked thick colorful dildo’s in and out of the other’s pussy. Martha was double-fisting two vibrators, one disappearing into gushing pussy and the other plowing her taught butthole. Cole fingered Hailee and Blake harder, curling his twitching digits, a thumb rubbing across each clit, as they worked his pole over. His head was being pulled back and forth as one would sink their lips against his, their tongue blindly searching for his tonsils before the other pull him off for an equally as deep and sloppy kiss.
“Stuff her airtight boys!” Karlie said, wobbling over on shaky legs, a gigantic bottle of lube clutched in her hands.
They actually looked relieved for a reprieve from her ferocious oral assault. Despite being outnumber five to one, Taylor was showcasing her oral talents to such a degree that she would have had a lesser man already blown his wad. Each man took a squirt and began to lube up his prick. Karlie was like a director, instructing who should go where. One laid down, flat on his back on the ottoman. Taylor straddled him, lining up her dripping slit with his fuckstick.
“Think you can handle me boys?” She asked in the sweetest tone.
Sinking down onto him she started to ride him, her cries of pleasure lost in the chorus of cheers. Another stood in front of her, presenting his fat cock which she promptly swallowed down again. Two more flanked him as she reached out lanky arms, grabbing their oily pricks, her hands a blur along the shafts. A smile split her face as the man beneath her thrusted upwards, hitting the deepest reaches of her cunt. Finally, Karlie pointed one perfectly manicured fingernail at the well-hung black man. She pointed to Taylor’s ass. He got behind her and every woman in the room gasped as he pushed his big black cock between her pale white cheeks and against her snug sphincter. Taylor’s eyes went wide and choked on cock as she felt the monster press harder against her tight anal ring.
“MMHHMMHHMMM!!!!” She cried out as with an audible *POP* heard round the room, his fat mushroom head slipping past her sphincter as the monster cock stuffed every black veiny inch up her poop chute.
“Thank god for that buttplug!” Selena said to laughs all around.
Everyone gaped in awe at an airtight Taylor. Even Cole couldn’t tear his eyes away from what must be more than 30 inches of cock inside of her, with two more slippery dicks gripped in her palms eager for entry. The men waited until she was comfortable before they really went to work, banging each of her holes with practiced ease. Their own grunts were nothing compared to hers. Even with a mouthful of dick she was the loudest in the room as every orifice she had was worked over with a thick slab of manmeat. Cole might have minded more if the two hands wrapped around his prick weren’t jacking him off at top speed. Blake was watching Taylor with big, envious eyes. Hailee’s gaze flicked back and forth between Taylor’s undulating body and Cole’s throbbing prick. Around the room, the arousal was only building as the gurgling cries of Taylor whipped everyone into an orgasmic fever. The live gangbang of Taylor Swift turned out to be quite the crowd pleaser. The tension grew and grew as sweat beaded on Taylor’s supple body, subject to the pleasure of having every hole filled and reamed by big, fat cocks.
"That’s it! I can’t take it anymore!” Blake said, grabbing Cole by the shoulders and pinning him down as she straddled his lap.
Hailee let go in shock as Blake pressed his pecker against her pink cunt. His vision was suddenly obscured by two large, floppy funbags, each topped with a pink pointed nipple. Motorboating the rack in front of him, she dropped her hips.
“OHHH FUUUCCK YEESSS!!!” She cried out as Cole filled her up.
“Blake! I wanted to do that!” Hailee said, banging the couch and pouting.
Eyes turned from Taylor to watch as Blake slid herself along Cole’s pole, hips bouncing like she was riding a pogo stick. Cole grabbed each juicy jiggling asscheek, holding on tightly and guiding the 31-year-old MILF up and down.
“Blake! You’re supposed to wait till they finish!” Karlie yelled, trotting over with the authority of a scolding school teacher.
“Couldn’t. Wait.” She grunted out between slaps of flesh.
“I guess I can’t blame you.” Karlie said, as Hayley snuck up behind her probing her tongue deep into her asshole.
Karlie gasped, but was only too happy to let lesbian singer tongue her backdoor like a starving woman presented with a ten-course meal. Kneeling on all fours, Hailee pulled Cole’s slobbering mouth away from Blake’s tits and forced her tongue into his mouth. In response Cole stuck three fingers into her sopping gash and fingered her hard. Her hands now free, she popped a finger into her own butthole, making herself shiver.
Taylor’s eyes bulged as she tried to take in the scenes around, just as depraved and raunchy as any porno would suggest, but the cocks pummeling her made it difficult to do anything other than succumb to the building orgasm. The men worked in perfect unison, like a practiced team of synchronized swimmers. The man beneath her held her aloft as he jackhammered upwards, his willy thumping her gushing snatch with ball slapping force. His mouth sucked on her hanging tits, taking her hard nips between his teeth. Taylor’s lips puckered as another prick bumped her tonsils with every thrust. Drool poured down her chin. Her face was bright red, eyes watering, hair stuck to her sweaty forehead but her smile couldn’t be wider. In each hand she jerked of another cock as though it was her sole focus. Base to tip in perfect synchronization for each of them, pausing only to juggle both sets of swollen balls. Her ass was getting fucked like it was the dude’s last lay. He slammed his entire black monstrous length deep into her bowels before pulling back out to the tip, only to slam it in again. Taylor’s buttcheeks rippled with each powerful thrust as he gave her tushy a couple of good smacks. Her first orgasm of the night grew and grew, swelling larger and larger in her pussy until she could feel in it in every limb. When it hit, it hit like a tidal wave. It would be the first of many. The cock fell from between her limps as she shrieked. He proceeded to beat his mushroom head against her cheek, leaving behind dribbling stains of precum and spit.
“I’M CUMMING! FUCK YES BOYS! USE THOSE BIG DICKS AND MAKE ME C-C-CUUUUUMMMMMM!!!!”
She blacked out as every limb went numb, her body going ragdoll, only kept suspended by the guy beneath her as they relentless continued pummeling her holes. She went cross-eyed, her tongue lolled of her mouth as she squirted, spraying jet after jet of clear sticky ejaculate all over the gentleman below her. The others cheered loudly, celebrating the first orgasm of the night.
“WOOO!!! YEA!!! GET IT TAY!!!” Selena squealed, holding a large vibrating wand to her clit and cumming herself not three seconds later.
Blake pulled Cole’s face back between her ta-ta’s and rode him harder. Hailee was dragged to the floor by Karlie and Hayley, the three of them laying down in a triangle, each eating another out. Orgasms began popping off like fireworks. Some screamed, some shrieked, and some squirted. Martha slid right out of her chair as she climaxed, the two dildos’ slipping from her holes as she spasmed with pleasure. Camila sprayed her own fountain of lady cum onto Gigi as the model fucked her hard with the plastic cock, cumming herself just afterwards from Camila’s efforts. Cara finished herself off using a two-pronged vibrator, buzzing in both her pussy and asshole.
As Taylor’s orgasm seemed be renewed with each thrust of the cocks inside of her, cum spraying forth from her pussy like it was a firehouse. The men could hold out no longer. The first to explode pumped a few shots into her mouth before painting her face with his remaining ropes of sticky cum. He stepped back, breathing heavily one as another took his place before Taylor could even swallow down the hot spunk. Not long after the guy she was jerking off wrenched his cock from her grip and stroked himself off, jizz flying from his rod as it drenched the side of her, from neck to ass.
“GIMME THAT HOT FUCKING CUM!!! BLOW THOSE LOADS BOYS!!!” She screamed, relishing the feel of those creamy cumwads splattering against her body. Her mouth was free for only a moment before a dick was shoved back.
Cole could feel his own climax approaching, Blake’s surprisingly tight snatch doing its best to coax the semen from his balls, threatening to blow a sticky wad inside of her at any minute. Behind her, the rest of the men fell before Taylor. She felt her pussy flooded with semen as the fuckstick jerked violently inside of her, pumping piping hot spunk deep inside. A cock was pulled out of her mouth as her face was assaulted with yet more salty seed, splattering against her pretty features until she blinked from beneath a cum-white glaze. Last to go off was the big black cock. He growled, deep and guttural, as he exploded up her backside, cumming for what seemed like minutes as he spurted milky wad after milky wad up her shit pipe. Pulling out, he left behind a gaping hole behind that leaked murky jism onto the ottoman below. Taylor rolled over on her back, sticky and white, dribbly man goo leaking from every orifice. The black man moved around and draped his cock across her face and Taylor opened wide without thinking, cleaning the fleshy instrument of pleasure so recently shoved up her backside. She was incoherent, her body still twitching as the pleasure coursed its way through her.
Cole grit his teeth as he fired his first load of the evening into Blake. He sprayed like a fountain inside of her, triggering her own orgasm as she felt the hot baby batter burst into life inside of her. Pulling herself off and falling sideways onto the couch, she was immediately attacked by Camila who spread her legs apart and starting munching box, gulping down the freshly deposited load there. Cole sat in a daze as the men stood back, trying to recover from sticky Taylor below them.
“Ladies! Ladies! LADIES!” Karlie called for attention. “Looks like our opening act is done! You know what that means! Boys!”
And just like that from the guest room door burst opened and out strolled five more men, just as equally good-looking and hung as the previous five. Their cocks were erect and swinging as everyone screamed with delight.
“Have at ‘em!” Karlie yelled.
The women leapt forward like a pack of ravenous lionesses. Men were grabbed and thrown down, squatted in front of, pulled to the side or tackled as mouth’s, pussy’s and assholes were pushed down upon hard cocks. Pairs split off, each searching for a space so the real fucking could begin. If the men who had just fucked Taylor thought they were going to get a break, they were wrong. Just as many of them found an orifice suddenly engulfing their re-hardening cocks.
Taylor lay on the ottoman, spread eagled, limbs numb and tingling. She had already lost count of her orgasms. Had it been one? Five? Ten? Who knew. Cole stood up to check on her, but was pushed back down as Gigi wrapped her plump lips around his still-rock hard shaft. Slurping down the combination of Blake’s pussy and his jizz, she gazed up at him with a large smile.
As the orgy really kicked into gear, it was minutes before Taylor finally felt like she could move. Sitting up, she was already sore. And sticky. Stumbling over to a table, she grabbed a rag, wiping some of the cum off her body. It was everywhere. Around her, every friend was in a various state of fornication. Selena shrieking like a banshee, two dicks penetrating her pussy and backdoor. The gigantic black cock that had so recently been plowing her own asshole was now disappearing between her best gal pal’s jiggling buttcheeks. A strap-on was cinched tightly around Cara waist as she fucked Hayley from behind, smacking the lesbian’s ass and asking if she wanted it harder. Camila had hefty wang sliding in and out of her lusciously large twerking butt, bent over with her hands wrapped around her own ankles. Karlie was on her knees, her height still remarkable evident, one erect cock prodding her cheek as she swapped back and forth between two juicy pricks. Hailee had taken a stud to Selena’s bedroom, her lithe body bouncing up and down on his discostick as she rode him into oblivion upon on the mattress. Between Blake’s large tanned lubed-up tits, another cock found its home, sawing away like a master carpenter. Firm hands held her head, her long hair flowing around her as another dude fucked her face. And there was Cole, fucking both Gigi and Martha in the guest room. Both women knelt on all fours as he was thrusted behind them. He’d give a few pumps into one then switch to other, all the while rubbing his fingers across their soaking, hard clits. Taylor smiled and started walking towards them on wobbly legs. Before she made it halfway across the room, a man presented himself, his fleshy tool standing at attention. She smiled and dragged him to the ground on top of her, eager to let someone else do the work for a bit.
Cole was plenty distracted drilling the two gorgeous Victoria Secret’s models. Both snatches were tight, wet and seemed to suck his member in with every hump. The pair of them made out, tongues sloppily spilling over the other’s full lips as they were fucked silly. Martha came first, Cole holding onto her hips as he drove himself into her over and over again. Her twat convulsed and contracted around him as she cried with glee. Pulling out with an audible slurp he stuck it into Gigi’s fuckhole, gripping her by the shoulders and pulling her backwards onto his cock and he pummeled her pussy until she too climaxed. He switched back to Martha, but after only a few more pumps, he lost it, pulling out and spraying a hot and heavy load all over her ass, white streaks trailing far up her back. Gigi pounced on him, sucking his cock dry before leaning down to her model friend’s butt and licking her clean. Cole fell backwards as the two models became intertwined. Head spinning and still sporting a sizable semi he marveled at his own dick. Whatever was in that Jungle Juice was working.
Taylor was finished with this fella. She had laid back on the floor while he humped her brains out. He’d brought her to screaming orgasm before finishing inside of her. Shakier than before, she stood up, hot baby batter trickling down her thighs. She looked to find Cole, but was again waylaid by two more dudes led by Karlie. She had her fists wrapped around each of their pricks. Strands of jism clung to her chin.
“What do you say Tay? Tag team?”
Cole was back in the thick of it. Casting his eye around, it was immediately draw to Camila’s magnificent backside. It was currently thrust up high in the air as she knelt on the couch sucking off some dude. Her puckered brown starfish seemed to be winking at him as he lined up his cock with her butthole and prodded his mushroom head against it.
“This taken?” He asked.
Camila’s eyes flicked back to him, looking like a squirrel with a nut in its cheek. Slurping, she said, “It is now.”
Cole smiled and pressed against her sphincter. Gooey jizz was still oozing out from the last guy that had been in there so he didn’t even need to lube up as he pushed his way inside.
“AYYYE!!!” Camila cried out as she felt his package fill up her rectum.
She gave him a wink and resumed sucking. His thrusts were cushioned by the ample flesh of her bronzed buttcheeks, quivering with every frenzied movement. He gave a sharp smack to that booty. It was too irresistible not too. She moaned, the sound escaping around the cock lodged in her throat. He slapped that dancing derrière and pounded her asshole harder.
Cara was now bouncing her own tight asshole along some dude’s dick, the bright blue strap waving wildly as she slid and up and down. Hailee was 69-ing with a fella, making his cock fully vanish between those full dick-sucking lips as he slithered his snake-like tongue deeper into her snatch then she had thought possible. Hayley was motorboating Blake’s freshly glazed tits who was grinding her hips on yet another dick.
Camila’s asshole squeezed him tighter and tighter as she climbed towards orgasm, rubbing her own slit as she climaxed, squirting a hot stream of lady cum onto the couch. The dude she was sucking blew his wad a second later, pulling out of her pouty lips and splattering her face with face from forehead to chin. Panting heavily, Cole couldn’t take it anymore and busted his own fat nut in the deepest recesses of her rectum, spraying her already soaked colon with even more cum. He pulled out and admired the gaping chasm before him as Camila spread her cheeks wide to give him a better view. She spun around on the couch and opened her mouth wide, taking his cock into her mouth running her tongue along every veiny inch. When she popped off he was clean as whistle as she started wiping the cum off her face with her fingers, licking those clean as well. Cole held prick, already starting to feel a bit tender after such repeated use. Thankfully at that moment Karlie called for attention.
“I think we could all use a breather. Let’s have a game!”
The orgy picked up as everyone fucked for one more orgasm before stopping. Spunk flew through the air, smacking against excited faces, perky tits, supple asses or inside velvety pussies. Ladies screamed, convulsed, trembled and squirted as they too climaxed. Selena was the last finish, shaking with pleasure as a cock blasted its sticky load all over her tight tushy.
“What were you thinking Kloss?” Taylor asked.
“A little tug of war.” Karlie said, holding two long strings of anal beads tied together.
One strand was neon pink, the other solid black. The ladies cooed loudly, hurriedly gathering in a circle, eager to decide who be competing. Cole stepped forward to join, but Cara placed a tattooed hand on his chest.
“Unless there is a chance of those beads going in your ass, you
don’t get a vote.” Cole took a step back. Cara looked disappointed, “That’s a shame, love! We could have had some fun with you.”
Cole retreated to the punch bowel and poured himself another cup of Jungle Juice, recharging his erotic batteries. He downed the cup as a couple of the guys came over for refreshments or to towel off. The situation was a bit awkward, the women clustered in a group, whispering and giggling excitedly. He did the only thing he could think of, make some polite chitchat.
“So, are you guys like friends…or…you know.”
“We’re escorts. The high-class kind.” Said a buff Latino stud. “It’s good money.”
“Seriously, this party alone. You wouldn’t believe!” Said another sculpted hunk.
“Do you, err, do a lot of parties like this?” Cole asked, genuinely curious.
“Oh yea. You wouldn’t believe what these Hollywood types get up. I swear to god it’s like every other week is some absurd orgy.”
“This one takes the cake.” Another chimed in.
“Wonderland they call it? Weird name, but whatever. This is my third one. Great fucking time every year.” Said yet another.
A cheer went up from the gaggle of women, sparing Cole from any more awkward conversations with the group of sweaty naked well-hung men.
“Ok boys, sit down and enjoy. We do so love an audience. It’s the newbie and the veteran. Hayley Kioko vs. Martha Hunt.” Karlie said, that wicked grin back on her face.
Both women climb on the center ottoman on all fours, thrusting out their rear ends and giving them a shake. Cole settled on a cumstained couch cushion as the other men took their seats. Outside, the moon was high in the sky as they split into two teams. On Hayley’s side was Taylor, Selena, Camila and Hailee. On Martha’s side, Karlie, Gigi, Blake and Cara. First the teams needed to warm up their competitors. The horny teammates descended using lips or fingers, pressed in or against mouths, twats or assholes, priming the competitors for what was to come.
Taylor placed her lips directly against Hayley’s sphincter, her beautiful face buried between buttcheeks, her nimble tongue drenching the hole with saliva. She locked eyes with Cole across the room, smiling and tonguing harder. Hailee jabbed three fingers into Hayley’s twat, the sloshing noises of dripping cunt echoing across the room as she fingerbanged her. Selena was making out with the half-Asian pop singer, both sets of full pouty lips pressed hard together, tongues wrestling with one another. Camila was using her own thick lips to suckle on her hanging teats, kneading the perky tit-flesh between her fingers as her tongue trailed back and forth between areola’s. On the opposite team, Martha was receiving much the same treatment.
The boys watched as both competitors soon succumbed to spectacular orgasms, their teammates licking, fingering and kissing every orifice. They were ready. Hayley’s team had the pink beads, Martha’s the black. One by one, each girl took a turning feeding a single bead into their team’s asshole. And one by one those plastic spheres disappeared from view as Hayley and Martha inched closer and closer to each other, the string becoming taught between their very full rectums. Teammates cheered and gave words of encouragement.
“Oh, yea baby. Such a good girl, fitting those beads. Now take another one.” Hailee whispered as she popped another one into Hayley’s trembling form.
Across the ottoman, Blake was strumming Martha’s clit, saying “That’s it! Now another one! Here we go!”
No touching was required to keep his stiffie up as the impossibly gorgeous women performed one of the most depraved sex acts he’d ever witnessed. In no time at all, Hayley and Martha were ass to ass, firm tushies pressed up against one another, the string all that visibly connected the two. Both seemed near orgasm again as the teams stepped back to watch their champions.
Karlie screamed go and the two women each began to crawl away from each other, letting out shrieks of pleasure as the first of the bright rounded globes began to stretch their well-used sphincters. The cheering from the girls intensified as the boys got in on the action, clapping and stomping their feet. A loud *POP* and suddenly the first bead was back in view. Hayley white-knuckled the cum-stained ottoman as she shook. More pops followed. Martha was in the lead; three slick and shiny spheres exposed as another one threatened to emerge at any moment. The contest dragged on, each participant careful not to overdo it and move too fast. Each audible pop of another bead triggered an orgasm from either Hayley or Martha as they continued to crawl away from one another on shaking limbs, fingering their spraying twats. Their horny teammates couldn’t keep their hands off each other while they watched. Hands cupped perky breasts, tweaked nipples or else disappeared between thighs to rub swollen clits and stroke wet lips. Spit was swapped and tongues roamed over every bodypart, licking up trails of drying cum or sticky sweet pussy spray. After nearly fifteen minutes, it came down to the wire, with only one bead to go on each side, Hayley gave a tug and the last one popped out of rectum, falling down between her legs as she orgasmed yet again, soaking the furniture with even twat juice. She collapsed still squirting like a fire hydrant. Her team erupted into wild yelling, rushing forwards.
“Dammit Martha!” Cara screamed as Martha pulled the last anal bead with her hand just a few seconds too late.
“Well done to both competitors! Hayley and the popsluts
are our winners! I hope you boys enjoyed the show, because they’re coming for you!” Karlie said, staring daggers at her opponents.
“Losers. Let’s congratulate Hayley while they have some fun.”
Hayley spread her legs wide as Martha turned around buried her face between them, licking her wet slit. The winners dangled the impossibly large strings of beads in front of the losers who each had to take a turn sucking down a slimy sphere, cleaning it before releasing it from between shining pink lips. Jibes and insults were tossed out be the winners.
“How does Hayley’s ass taste?”
“Gobble those beads you dirty anal skank!”
As they finished, the losers turned to Hayley to treat her to an all-out lesbian lickfest that she could have never imagined, even in her gayest of dreams. The winners turned towards the erect cocks standing tall all over the room and bounding over to them, ready for more. Before Cole could even stand, Selena was on his lap, straddling him. Sheathing him, she gave a cry as she pressed her mouth against his. The winners were outnumbered two-to-one by the men and they couldn’t be more excited about it. In no time at all they found themselves doubly penetrated by big, rock hard cocks. Hailee was on all fours, spit-roasted by two fellas. One bounced his balls off her chin as the other set bounced against her clit, reaming her from both ends. Taylor had three guys sitting in a row on a couch, sucking down one after the other like it was a hot-dog eating contest. One dude underneath Camila pummeled her pussy while another plowed her asshole from above. She was by far the loudest in the room until a third guy came over and sunk his cock between those pillowy lips. That quieted her down. Behind Selena came another ripped stud, prodding her ass with his fat prick. Selena cooed as Cole stood up, lifting the singer with him. He bounced her fit body along his pole before sinking her deep and presenting her ass for the guy behind her. Behind her caramel colored cheeks, his dick vanished from sight. Selena cried out as both her holes were suddenly and completely stuffed, suspended in midair and bouncing back and forth between both dicks.
Hayley meanwhile was in lesbian heaven, laid out with limbs spread wide. Blake sat on her face, grinding her velvety folds. Karlie sucked on her clit, the leggy blonde buried between her thighs. Cara had her naughty mouth wrapped around her left tit while her spit-soaked fingers plunged in and out of her gaping asshole. Martha was sucking on the right one. Gigi was left sucking on her toes, taking one between her full lips before moving onto the next.
The fucking went on and on, reaching orgasmic heights. Taylor took not one, not two, but three hot sticky loads to the face. Hailee gagged and spluttered as cum drooled down her chin while her ass was glazed with jizz. Camila climaxed, body shaking, shortly followed by all three men blowing their wads all over her. Selena climaxed, squirting as Cole frigged her clit while fucking her. The hot spray of crystal-clear fluid drenched his torso. Both holes clenched the dicks stretching them, followed by her rectum being filled with thick spunk a few seconds later. Cole followed suit, flooding her snatch with creamy cum. But none came harder than Hayley who threatened to shatter every pane of glass in the house with her orgasmic cries. Karlie took a faceful of sizzling girlcum as it sprayed forth from her ladylips.
The losers backed off from Hayley, now eying the men, hornier than ever before. The men panted as they fingered sensitive pricks and sore testes. The losers had no pity for them as they descended into the fray, evening the odds and many grabbing more than one hard cock for themselves. Cole looked down to find Selena sucking on his ding-dong, full lips sliding over his shaft and quickly bringing him back up to full length. She was quickly joined by Hailee and Cara, all three kneeling at his feet. The three beautiful ladies fought to guzzle his cock down, but Selena was having none of it, holding him deep in her throat as he groaned loudly. Hailee took one of his aching testicles into her mouth, quickly followed by Cara on the other side.
Finally releasing him from her deep-throating, tongue waggling goodness, Selena said, “Taylor always gets the best dick. Isn’t that right, girls?”
Hailee and Cara both released his dangling cum-filled orbs with a *POP* and said, “Yea she does!”
Hand gripping the base, Selena fed his dick into Hailee’s mouth who made an incredible duck face as she took every inch of the shaft. As Hailee sucked him down, her dark head bobbing wildly, Selena moved down to take a turn with Cara as the pair of them continued gobbling as his balls. Once Hailee had finished her turn, she passed him over to Cara, who beat his meaty stick against her cheek, splattering it with spit and precum, a wild look in her eye as she too took him down to the base. All three of them passed him back forth, each showcasing their impressive oral talent. Before long, he was yet again bubbling with cum.
Wrenching his prick from Hailee’s greedy mouth, he grunted, “Ladies! Gotta cum!”
“Spunk on our faces! Right girls? We’d like that.” Cara said with a cheeky wink.
The other two fervently agreed with her, their fingers dug into his thighs as Cole fisted his prick and stroked like his life depended on it. The three of them put their heads together, staring up at him and giggling, drunk on lust. Within seconds his cockhead was spitting semen in every direction. Hot, thick ropes blew across all three of their faces. His spunk splatted across the bridge of Hailee’s nose, left behind sticky strings on Selena’s forehead and cum-drenched Cara’s chin. The longer he stroked, the more fired out until all three blinked up at him from beneath a layer of gooey white splooge. Cole fell backwards onto a couch, utterly worn out as he watched the three ladies begin to clean themselves, tongues and lips seeking out his seed to swallow down.
“Thanks Stephens.” Hailee giggled as she stood up, already in search of her next source of pleasure.
Cole took a moment to recover before moving through the crowd and getting another swig of Jungle Juice. The moon had long since reached its zenith and was retreating back down towards horizon as he surveyed the room. Cara had reattached the strap-on and was pegging one of the guys. She had him bent over a chair, reaming his asshole. Gigi sat below them, sucking on his dangling ding-dong as he took every inch of the big blue plastic cock. Karlie was 69-ing with Martha, each of them taking a thick prick up the butt as they munched box. Every few thrusts, the men would pull their cocks from the depths of their bowels and feed them directly into the model’s mouths. Each was all too happy to suck them clean before returning to eating pussy. Camila was sucking off two dudes at once, both cocks wedged between pouty lips, cheeks bulging. Hayley had Taylor’s lips peeled apart and was eating her out something fierce. Blake was taking one in the rear, cumming it seemed with each repeated penetration, tits flopping around wildly. Selena rode someone on the floor while she stroking two more cocks around her. Hailee laid flat as a muscular hunk towered over her, plowing his cock into the deepest reaches of her cunt. He watched as orgasm after orgasm befell the party guests. Face’s, tits, assholes and pussies were blasted with even more soupy man goo. Bodies shook, shrieks filled the air and fluids squirted from gushing snatches. Lost in the hedonistic display, he didn’t even realize as Taylor wrapped her arms around him.
“Hey you.” She said, smiling.
Her body was sticky with who knows what, but he didn’t care, turning to kiss her. As their kiss lingered, the sounds of the orgy intensified yet again.
“Been trying to find you all night.” He said, grinning.
“Me too.” She said, taking his cock in her delicate hand, which now thanks to the Jungle Juice was back to erect, even if it was quite sore. “I’ve found you now. How about a quickie?”
Cole pulled her over to a chair. She sat down, spread her legs wide and high in the air. Lining up his cock with her familiar cunt, he slid inside. Of the many orifices he had been inside of tonight, none felt quite like Taylor’s. It was like sleeping in your own bed after a long strange trip. He gripped the arms of the chair, running his lips along her beautiful legs and started humping. The orgy raged around them, but they only had eyes for each other. And as they grunted and groaned together, it was impossible to say how long it was before Taylor climaxed just as Cole unloaded his umpteenth load of the evening in her gushing snatch. Panting and kissing each other, a ringing cut through their reverie. Karlie clinked the crystal goblet, surveying the room.
“It’s looks like we’re all pretty spent. Time for the closing ceremony. You know what that means ladies! Get another load from those balls! Remember boys. In here!” She tapped the goblet again.
Cole groaned as he felt Taylor’s hand slide around his aching dick. “Come on big guy. One more.” She whispered.
The entire group of ladies worked to extract one last load from each of the men. Karlie joined Taylor as the two of them serviced his sore cock, kissing and slobbering all over it, before offering up her pussy. There was no holding back. If you thought the women might be exhausted, you were wrong. Cries split the air as the men gave it up one by one, each succumbing to whoever was servicing them. The crystal goblet was passed around the room like a hot potato, the level of semen rising higher and higher with each successive load. Those who came first were granted a reprieve from their tender pricks. Hungry eyes and holes then turned to the next in line, teaming up on those who hadn’t yet to blow their wads. Karlie worked her pussy along his shaft and Taylor nibbled at his balls as Blake joined them, joining Taylor in tongue his aching nutsack. More deep guttural grunts and high-pitched screams greeted his ears, as the women stacked up, one by one.
Before he knew it, they were all gathered around him. He was the last man standing. At the mercies of ten gorgeous models, singers and actresses, hands roamed over his body, whispers filled his ears, begging for cum. Sets of soft wet lips pressed against sensitive areas. Glimmering wet twats flashed into view before enveloping his cock. Breasts flopped into vision, stiff nipples rubbed against his face. Tight snatches were replaced by hungry mouths, lips wrapping around his soaked shaft and balls. He stood up, close. Someone started licking his asshole. Between the haze of gorgeous women, sat Taylor, his cock disappeared entirely inside her gullet. Clutched in her hands was the crystal goblet nearly full to the brim with semen of ten other men. He lost it.
Growling, he yelled, “Unhhhh! Ladies! Cumming!”
They squealed as Taylor released him and held the goblet up. Karlie stroked him while Camila and Gigi each took a nut to suck on. He exploded, one last time, dumping a still huge gooey load of cum into the swirly milky mixture. His first rope overshot, hitting Taylor in the cheek. It was promptly licked off by Selena. As Karlie squeezed out every last drop, she released him and took the goblet, standing up on lanky legs. She looked immensely satisfied. Everyone stood up as Cole collapsed into the chair, utterly worn out. Karlie presented the goblet to Selena.
“Let’s thank our hostess this year!”
Cheers went up and Selena accepted the glass before raising it as she would a toast. “Wonderland!”
“Wonderland!” Everyone shouted.
She brought the goblet to her lips titled it, swallowing down the frothy cocktail of swirling spunk. She swallowed, gulp after gulp, chugging it like a pint of beer. Gigi gave a playful tip, causing the milky goo to spill over, running down her chin and onto her perky tits. Laughter followed and even after all it had been through that evening, watching her swallow down that spunk caused Cole’s cock to twitch. It sent a jolt of pain through his body. Selena finished, called Gigi a bitch and grabbed the model’s head, making her lick the sticky dregs off her tits. One more round of applause went around and Karlie officially declared Wonderland to be over.
The men were already filing out of the room, to disappear back from whence they came. The women started to peel off as well, heading towards the bathroom to clean off or otherwise flopped down onto sticky sofas, utterly spent. The red glow of dawn was illuminating the LA hills as Taylor snuggled next to Cole on the chair, both equally sore.
“What did you think?” She asked.
“Wonderful.” Cole said faintly, his eyes closed.
“Hmmm…yea it was.” She pressed a cum stained cheek against his shoulder. “Can’t wait till next year.”
End Of Chapter Nineteen