Celebs: Lacey Chabert, Alexa Vega
Codes: MF, FF, MFF, anal, porn, orgy, squirt
This is a longer, more traditional version of my entry for the Brevity Series: Seasons Greetings, which you can read here. It went from 1200 words to 7100 words but story-wise they're strictly the same.============================
The script hit the desk with a thump and her long sigh fell over the front page. Lacey read the title over and over, rubbing her temples, wondering who to call first, husband or agent.
She didn’t want to look weak, not now, not for anybody.
Every page—and she had read them all—every page had
LACEY CHABERT printed across in red ink. It had been exhilarating at first but surprisingly, that they so explicitly wanted her for the part, that she would not have to go through any audition process, any bidding war, that she wouldn’t feel the pressure of another actress one phonecall away from her role, surprisingly was more pressure. Or a new kind of pressure: she couldn’t say no.
And didn’t want to. The movie was for the 12/23 slot, the most important one of the holiday season on Hallmark. This year and for the first time, the execs were asking her to lead their flagship. If she succeeded, she wouldn’t be just a recurring name on their payroll anymore, she could have her seat on the board of directors.
She took her phone and called
HUBBIE.
“Hey babe. Yeah…I read the whole thing, it’s really good… But I think we may have a problem.”
*****
'Twas the night before the night before Christmas, when all through the house the Hallmark channel was blaring.
Everything was there, the fire in the hearth, the stockings nailed to the mantelpiece and a few Amazon packages waiting under the star-topped tree; everything but the kids who had been sent to the grandparents because Lacey & David thought they deserved a few days off before the big family reunion in the Hamptons. And a fuck or two.
This last part done and overdone, they were comfy and snug, nestled in the couch together, with cups of eggnog, truffles and some lube at hand, settled for a nice winter’s night and waiting for the TV-special to begin. Her TV-special. The first step in the peak of her adult career.
She was excited. Obviously not for the plot, as she could have summed it up before even reading the script, but for her performance. She had invested so much in her preparation for the role, much more than what would appear onscreen and it was a personal victory adding to the professional achievement. Like Daniel Day-Lewis mastering an accent, like Keanu Reeves knowing kung fu, she hired the best coach in the industry, went through months of training and now she was about to show the whole world (and her beloved one, holding her tight in his arms) what being a pro meant.
Hallmark Channel: The Heart of TV, announced a male Transatlantic voice and the title faded in:
A Merry Christmas in my Ass
Lacey Chabert first billed.
The happy couple cheered and snuggled some more.
“Twenty bucks the first scene is you in New York being overworked!” David sneered.
And next thing you know, Beth
(Lacey) was in her office in New York and she was overworking.
Dressed of a stern business suit, surrounded by computer screens, brightness cranked up to maximum reflecting on her glasses, she couldn’t answer her ringing landline as she was answering her two cellphones, shouting at her intern, signing documents with one hand and smoking three cigarettes at the same time between two lines of coke with the other. Her bossy boss’s head was peeking through the door regularly to deliver a sample of his own shouts, two window washers were loudly washing the windows and to even more thoroughly illustrate her career-oriented mindset, there was a product placement for Starbucks on her desk.
But she was still not as busy as her assistant, whose head was bobbing between her legs.
The girl had pulled her skirt up and was passionately sucking on Beth’s underworked clitoris.
Lacey, the real one, the one on the couch, getting all flustered and handsy, commented:
“It was such a frustrating scene to shoot.”
“How that?”
“I really had to concentrate on my lines and all the "mise-en-scène", and the girl, it’s Georgia Jones,
she does lesbian porn only, you canNOT imagine how good she is at eating pussy…but I couldn’t really enjoy it.”
“Better than me?”
“I… Shut up, you’re gonna miss the best part.”
David allowed himself a smirk. He knew what she meant; you have to when you’re married to an actress. He looked at her and with the same smirk enjoyed the fleeting reactions on her face as she was watching herself on the TV, recalling all the sensations of the scene. She was immovably focused, like an athlete watching the tape. Exactly like that, actually. This was the real best part, always. He knew that if he pulled on the waistband of her sweatpants he would see her clitoris engorged, flexing, convinced it was still being sucked on by this Georgia Something.
It brought a dark spot on the crotch of his boxers and Lacey, as focused as she was, noticed the bucking tent eventually.
“If you’re already this hard, you’re gonna have an aneurysm before the end credits,” she said.
“Don’t set the bar too high.”
“Your bar?”
And cut to the next scene.
Beth, the big city working girl, couldn’t escape a massive downsizing, despite her best effort, despite the expert titjob she gave her boss, and in this current economy, it would be hard to find a new job, and afford her fancy apartment.
So off she went, back to her hometown, disenchanted with postmodern life but not as much as she was upset to move back with her folks in Bumblefuck, Wyoming. There was no Wi-Fi there, there was still her posters of NSYNC on the walls of her bedroom and to make things worse, it was Christmas time.
Lacey checked her phone:
“Got a text from Neve, she says ‘Congrats for your big night! I’m watching with all my battery-powered friends.’”
“Cool… What’s up with her, she got any projects in the works?”
“Yeah a
Scream reboot, it’s gonna be called
Anal Scream or something.”
“Subtle!”
The three acts of the movie went on with as much subtlety and tons of fake snow. Beth found back her roots and learned back the spirit of Christmas. She even met an old flame, played by Alexa Vega, tsundere at first but then after many conflicts and confrontations, they became together the two meanings of the L-word.
The snow falling, the decoration lights switching on around them, Beth and Linda
(Alexa) had their first kiss in the middle of the fountain square and got a slow clap from the crowd and the blessing of the real Santa Claus himself
(Ron Jeremy, ladies and gentlemen).
David & Lacey were shedding one-eyed tears, struggling not to touch themselves from all the emotion. They were waiting for the climax, a most important scene not so much to the Hallmark brand than to Lacey the thespian, as all her hard work, all her sacrifices had lead to this sequence.
Naturally it was on Christmas Eve and Beth was about to get covered in gifts by the Christmas tree. Eight black-nosed cocks and a red-nosed one, all for herself.
It was no surprise for David, he knew the story; he knew everything, how much she had been paid, how hard she had to train, he had been the first informed. And tonight he was proud of his wife.
The big scene started with a 69 for the 24th, Linda on top, trying to outdo Georgia Jones.
“We were so nervous,” Lacey said, “it’s the first scene we shot together, we had just met the day before at the table read.”
“What’s a table read for porn like?”
“Lotsa bedheads… lotsa coffee…”
David waited for the punchline…but there was none, so he turned back to the TV where Linda was cumming, squirting all over Beth magnificent chest. It was supposed to symbolize the cleansing of the load Beth took from her ungrateful boss in Scene 2. That’s what the director said.
Cue the nine well-hung reindeer. Beth prepared for her well-seasoned gangbang. And Lacey prepared all giddy for the well-deserved bang of her career. She threw all her clothes around and wrapped David and herself in a blanket.
“Can I open my presents?”
“It’s not midnight yet!”
“Oh please! just one!”
“Alright…”
Lacey reached for the buttplug that was waiting by the bottle of lube on the coffee table and, after adding some eggnog-flavored spit onto it, locked it in her ass with a short moan of relief.
“Can I open another one?”
“Heh… go ahead…”
The blanket joined her clothes on the floor and then fell David’s pants too.
Lacey grasped the penis she loved more than any other and took its head in her mouth.
“You’re gonna miss the best part!” David stammered.
But Lacey was good at multitasking, lips on the tip and eyes on the screen where, under the supervision of Linda, the nine fellows were using every bit of her character. It was an overwhelming tornado of dicks but not above the clarifying power of film editing. Beth was sucking and stroking and rubbing and a lucky few even had a round trip in her pussy, but the ever-increasing flow of images was masterfully pulling the action towards its heart: her horny ass.
At a nod of her girlfriend, Beth took the stiffest she could find around and guided it in line with her tight puckered hole. Another nod and she impaled herself to the brim. The soundtrack went sleazy. The all-anal montage had begun.
The so-called stiffest had liked to believe he was pounding Beth/Lacey but it was the other way around. The actress was pumping his dick mercilessly and he very quickly realized his pro stamina would be put to the test.
The frame took a long time before pulling out and focusing back on the eight other members. The editing was still making it look like Beth was taking care of them all at the same time, with every square inch of skin available. But it was only a waiting line, and without any warning, without a care for anyone’s pride, she switched to another cock in her ass.
Lacey let go of her husband with a wet pop: “Oh there was an unscripted bit, I’m sure they left it in, look!”
The camera isolated one of the men (Dasher or Dancer or Prancer or whatever) who was fucking her feet. They were slick with his precum and he was throbbing more than it was professionally acceptable.
The close-up was standing out from the other shots by its length and eventually what the camera operator had felt would happen did happen: the guy groaned, sounding like he knew he messed up but also like he knew he was cumming between Lacey Chabert’s toes, and his jizz sprayed against her soles with all the more force.
Lacey moaned, realizing that probably every foot fetishist in North America was blowing a wad at this very moment. She sent a text to her manager, asking for early ratings.
Then, giving David a peck on the cockhead, she sat back next to him, bringing the blanket with her.
While nestling them both up, she explained: “The director shouted at him for wasting his first load and losing his erection. But I shut him up.”
“Oh look at her, Miss Chabert already acting like a big shot producer!”
“Moi?” she giggled. “I told the guy I was flattered I made him lose control like that and then I licked his cum off my feet starring straight at him the whole time. He got so fucking hard so fast you cannot imagine.”
“I can relate…”
Thanks to movie magic, the nine cocks were still going at it full blast. Beth’s hole was starting to gape as she was jumping from cock to cock. The analbang was fast-paced and dizzying, every time she was going for another penis, you could see the actor bracing for impact. Meanwhile Beth was not letting a single moan out, she was dirtytalking them all along, aggressively, towards the grand finale where their pathetic little peckers would lose their loads begging for mercy.
Which they did, strategically, covering face, tits, pussy, feet again, and still she taunted them for more, as she was disappearing under the thick white goo.
When there was only one left up, the red-nosed cock, stuck deep in her butt, Lacey warned David to “Wait for it.”
And the final guy came, or more adequately put: Beth pumped the cum out of him.
“This?” David asked.
“No. Wait for it.”
Beth pushed the guy away with the heel of her foot and presented her rear to the camera. She spread her cheeks and showed what her fanbase would later calculate as the widest gape of her career.
Of her career, because her husband had seen wider in private and that’s why he said “This?” unimpressed.
“No. Wait for it.”
Semen streamed down her yawning rim and suddenly the nine men surrounded her and one after the other shot a second load (a third for one of them) straight into her hole, filling her bowels up, stroking themselves raw. Beth was angling her hips to keep as much of it inside. And before David could ask again, the ante was upped and closed down:
Linda invaded the screen. She kissed her lover with unfeigned passion. Her fingers traced along her skin, through the layer of cum. And then she shoved her fist inside her. To the wrist.
Beth gave out a yelp, the real first one of the night and she submitted to the limb and its crushing wave of shivers.
Linda kneaded the walls of her ass and the loads gurgling in it with her keen knuckles. She knew exactly where to push, where to rub, where to be mean, to make Beth buckle with anal bliss. She moved deeper and punched the flesh delicately. Beth arched from head to toe and finally, as the apotheosis of an hour-long scene, let her anus orgasm around her future wife’s forearm.
A few streaks of squirt flowed out of her vagina. David gasped but not as much as Lacey.
“You didn’t tell me you could squirt now!” he said.
“They added CGI! I didn’t know! Man, it looked so weird!”
“Aw good, now every director is gonna ask you for it!”
“Shit, you’re right!”
Lacey thought about calling her agent but decided otherwise. The credits of the masterpiece were rolling and she wanted to replace her buttplug with her husband more than anything.
She yanked the blanket away and finished undressing him, kissing him, caressing him, giving his body all the little attentions you never see in porn.
Behind them the special continued.
Good evening, I’m Lacey Chabert and you’re watching A Merry Christmas in my Ass
: Behind the Scenes!*****
H: So tell us Lacey, what was your first reaction when you read the script?LC: I was amazed! Once again you guys had surpassed yourselves! This year you produced sixty original movies for the holiday season and still you come up with all these crazy new ideas! It’s very exciting to work with a team of such talented people. Talented everytime!
H: Speaking of talented people, it was your first time working with your co-star Alexa Vega.LC: Yes. We actually met on set, isn’t that crazy?
H: But we heard you’ve become good friends since.LC: Lex and I clicked immediately! Our 69 was
the very first scene we shot together! And we only had a few minutes to rehearse, she drew a map of her vagina to show me her best spots to lick, it was hilarious! (laugh) I think it made for a great chemistry onscreen.
H: What about off-screen?LC: Oooh you mean if we had sex after production wrapped? (eye-roll) Well not yet actually! We shot in September and our schedules have been pretty hectic. But we call each other everyday and we often end up with a hand in the pants.
H: Keep us updated!LC: Certainly not!
H: So what did you enjoy most about playing Beth? How much is she like you and how is she different?LC: Beth is an inspiration for all of us! Like her I’m good at multitasking, but unlike her perhaps I have yet to learn that multitasking isn’t about controlling everything, but is about sharing each other’s load.
H: Was it difficult to get into the character?LC: Yes. I should have known when I read the title. I always avoided anal scenes before, and Hallmark always bet on my 34D more than my holes. But I took it as a challenge, just like Beth would have!
H: You’re talking about your intensive training?LC: When I saw the film would end with an anal gangbang I knew I was in trouble. Not because I felt I couldn’t do it, actually I’ve had lots of those in my private life. I got scared because anal is my only weakness.
When you’re a sex performer you have to think in terms of production. A film set is dozens, sometimes hundreds of people and they don’t have time for your sh*t. Wait, can I say sh*t?
H: No.LC: Oh f*ck, I’m sorry. Anyway, my problem (well… it never really was a problem before), my problem was that anal sex makes me orgasm very quick and very hard. I’m super sensitive down there. But an actress having a permanent screaming orgasm on camera is not something the producers want, do they? I mean,
wrestling is fake, you know what I mean?
H: Wrestling is fake?!LC: Of course during a scene you have to be loud and demonstrative but nothing like having a real orgasm. Or in my case, fifty in a row.
H: I think we have a clip.*****
The place looked so much like a spa Lacey expected the girl at the counter to give her coupons for healing crystals. But instead she was very professional, just like the rest of her appointment, and ushered her in Dr. Hudson’s office, which looked like a massage room.
The man himself looked more tall and handsome than you would expect from a sexologist but not from a sexologist specialized in high-profile sex coaching.
“Ah, Ms. Chabert, hello!” he said, getting up from behind his desk.
“Mrs.”
“
Mrs. Chabert. I’m sorry.”
“It’s all right,” she said, sitting on the expensive-looking chair across from him. “I’m very glad to meet you and first: thank you for receiving me on such short notice. I know you have a long waiting list.”
“Your agent was very persuasive. And your case sounds very interesting.”
A timid smile illuminated her face. “I wouldn’t call it a case.”
He opened a folder on his desk. It looked tidy and brand new but desperately empty, so Hudson had to work with that:
“It was implied there was some kind of emergency though.”
“Yes. My next movie starts shooting in three months. I have all summer to…
get in shape.”
“Would you care to give me a quick rundown?”
Lacey sank inside her seat. Her team had found the best coach in the business, insanely expensive, treating dozens of people at the same time and with remarkable results: the man was surrounded by sex and Hollywood names all day. All year. And Lacey, exposing herself having sex
was her job; a disconcerting number of people was masturbating to her at all times all around the world; even when she’d go to swingers clubs for fun she had no problem being watched. But still she felt the unmistakable sting of nervousness in front of Dr. Hudson. She didn’t know where to begin and when she did, she blushed at every risqué word.
“W-well… When I met my husband I quickly understood it was
him; that I would love him for the rest of my life and so when he suggested we try anal (you know:
as men do!…), I also knew I would say yes eventually. That I would give him this gift I always refused the men before him. And you guess there was a lot considering my field of work.
“And finally the day we did it for the first time…I expected it to be painful and awkward and… well… I immediately felt something was wrong when I prepared myself with my fingers…but it’s when he put his penis inside me I… I just came! Full-on handsfree anal orgasm.”
“So how is that a problem?”
“…he was only halfway inside me.”
“Oh.”
“The first one wasn’t even finished I was having another one, even stronger. We thought it was beginner’s luck, so we took a pause and tried again a few minutes later and this time he had to stop because he thought I was having a stroke. Apparently multiple orgasms look like having a stroke after the tenth minute mark.”
“I think I’m starting to understand.”
“I’m like a premature ejaculator of anal sex. Sometimes just daydreaming about it can make me cum. It’s a lot of fun in my marriage, but I just signed for my first anal scene. And I need you to teach me how to control my ass. So do you think you can do that?”
“Madam, last year I coached 207 premature ejaculators with a 98% positive outcome; I gave classes to 1438 women who by springtime were already able to orgasm after a life of trying; I gave crash courses in prostate play to 74 men who mastered the bliss in a matter of days, DAYS! Know, Madam, that I cured the Great Sheik of Samarah while I was still a student; I solved the mystery of the red horses of Whilemsburg
before the civil war broke down; Manuel Ferrara, the ghost of Hugh Hefner and Miley Cyrus all follow me on Twitter, so Madam: on my reputation, on my honor! I
will make your anus the marathonian of your trade, the "hole" in Hollywood, the maestro of all tricks—magic tricks, that is. We have three months and in three months, together we will walk these boulevards in glorious triumph!”
“Ok, cool.”
“Now, if you please, I would like to see the full scope of your situation.”
The lights in the office dimmed and a spotlight switched on above a massage table. Lacey turned her phone off and prepared for her first session.
“Do you mind if I film it?” Hudson asked, “It’s for my class at UCLA and also you and I we’ll have to study the tapes if we wanna make progress.”
“Sure,” Lacey mumbled, her clothes now reduced to only her sports bra and a tie in her hair.
She climbed up onto the massage table and, on all fours, she had to choose a dildo from the case her coach was presenting to her. They varied in size, girth, color and shape but were all graduated.
“I’ll go with 7" today,” she said.
“How big is your husband?”
“That’s a very personal question.”
“Nevermind then.”
The doctor put latex gloves on and lubed up the medical device. Lacey spread her cheeks and her anus opened slightly, used to such procedure.
“Like that, Doctor?”
“Please, call me Edgar. All right, patient is Mrs. Lacey Chabert, 36. The case is hypersensitivity to rectal stimulation. Proceeding with initial test penetration.”
And very professionally, Edgar placed the tip of the dildo on Lacey’s hole.
“Oh God,” she shivered under her breath.
He pushed in and her anus welcomed the smooth texture with ease and anticipation. Its rim unpuckered as the rod was gently sliding in, but suddenly, a little before four inches, the doctor felt a clamping motion. Rhythmic. Fleshy. Lacey’s vagina turned crimson. She was exhaling discreetly into the face cradle.
“Quite peculiar,” he said.
He waited for the young woman to calm down and then started a steady in-and-out motion, thrusting all the usable length inside his patient.
“Relax,” he said. “Don’t try to control it.” Which proved enough to make Lacey cum on the spot. This time moaning nervously. Hudson increased the speed. He felt the dildo jostling across a milking orgasm for at least twenty seconds. Then twenty seconds of easier sliding and another orgasm gripped his hand, forcing him to strain on the toy.
He let his patient enjoy the moment and when her hips stopped moving by themselves, the test ended, having seen the kind of trouble he got himself into.
“Ok…” he drawled, “I must say I’ve never seen anything like it.”
“Yeah I get that a lot.”
“I suggest we move on to a live test.”
“You’re the doctor, Doctor.”
He took his clothes off and folded them on his chair. His penis was half-hard and leaking precum. She estimated that once erect he would score an honorable ten inches.
While putting a condom on, he addressed the camera in a quivering voice:
“It is now 4:36pm. Starting the
in situ phase.”
He crossed himself and stepped toward his patient.
*****
Lacey & David interrupted their lovemaking to look at the TV.
On it, Dr. Hudson was pounding away balls deep in her ass, and she was screaming herself hoarse, possessed by what looked like an endless orgasm.
It was a staggering document. A counter at the bottom left of the screen indicated her climaxes. So far 8 and not slowing down.
“How can they even tell,” David wondered.
“Oh I helped them count them out.”
“You knew they were gonna show this?”
Lacey felt butterflies in her stomach, which then found and ran along her husband’s cock resting cozily inside her pussy. It wasn’t Beth, it wasn’t a character, it was herself being exposed nationwide as this surreal anal freak. And she was realizing how much she loved it.
She could see herself from the outside for once, losing control, voice bending, muscles twitching, face contorted into a wordless plea for more, her pussy dripping over the massage table because her asshole was relentlessly devouring a gigantic pleasure. It was indecent, more invasive than anything she ever did in her career. Her phone was ringing with texts non-stop.
At orgasm #46, Hudson grunted out of breath and gave a series of sharp thrusts.
His condom burst inside his patient.
Lacey flexed at the feeling of hot cum invading her insides.
Oh fuck yes my clit is cumming at the same timeeeaaAAAHgHH AAAAAh Aah—The couple on the couch shared a grin. They were used to see men yield to her aggressive style of ass-cumming. It was a rather hilarious sight. Even if David was often the prime victim of it.
Then they burst out laughing frankly when the clip faded to her later sessions over the three months. A goddam training montage. And of course the soundtrack was Michael Sembello’s
Maniac, that goddam
Flashdance song. And sure it was cliché, sure it wasn’t very Christmassy, but it was irresistible. They even found the lyrics to be surprisingly fitting, singing along ♫
And she's cumming like she's never camed befo-ore ♫
Lacey was showed fucking her ass in various ways, various positions, on a toy, on a penis, with some happy failures, some happier progress, getting battle-hardened before our very eyes.
The last shot was from her last session, riding Dr. Hudson reverse cowgirl, in perfect control, under the applause of an audience of patients brought in for the occasion. A lot of them were masturbating, counting down the seconds to orgasmless victory.
Hudson, lying on a mat in the yoga pose called Shavasana, looked half-dead but he was triumphant.
It was done. He had prevailed again.
Everybody cheered out “
55, 56, 57, 58, 59…” and finally “
2 HOUUUUUUUUURS WOOOOOOOOO!!!” Under a rain of confetti and Gatorade, Lacey dismounted the coach, ripped his condom off and stroked his worn out cock to explosion. It splattered her tits, it streaked her face and she took the rest down her throat. His wails were very unprofessional for a sex coach.
All around, all men, women, trans, sub, inter, over, out, fast cummers and jizz squeezers, clam misfits, gooners, diggers, queefheads, frigid, rigid, turgid, grubby-trainers and balls rejects, all were covering the floor with a plethora of bodily fluids and whatever their sexual orientation, they hugged and embraced and jumped in each other’s arms, naked, still cumming or on the verge of. It’s not everyday you celebrate an anus. Lacey’s was loose, tired and puffy but it had not given in.
Back to the studio.
“I’m so proud of you, honey,” David said.
“I love you, babe. Love, love,
love you.”
They kissed tenderly, rolling over the couch.
“I want you in my ass,” she said, “I wanna show you what I can do now!”
David sat up all of a sudden. He had felt cold wind biting the sweat on the back of his neck. “Did you leave a window open?”
Lacey answered with a pert smile: “Me? Nooo…”
He jumped in startle as a shape entered the living room.
“Hi Lexa!”
“Hey you two! You look so cute!”
It was Alexa Vega, standing there, by the tree, wearing nothing but a red ribbon tied around her waist.
“It’s midnight! Merry early Christmas!” she said with joy and chattering teeth.
“Merry early Christmas!” Lacey added for David. She felt his penis jump inside her. “It’s your Christmas gift! Tonight you get my ass and a horny Alexa Vega just for you!”
Another penile jump.
The naked woman joined the couple on the couch.
“I’m so cold! I waited half an hour in the car like an idiot!” she whined as the skin contact was warming her up fast. The girls were smothering David with their gorgeous bodies. Four hands running all over him, their tongues going for his throbbing member and his balls when they were not simply licking each other anywhere they could. They muted the TV to hear their own moans better.
Lacey stood up and told her co-star to take care of her husband while she prepared herself.
David saw his wife pull her buttplug out as Alexa was taking him past her uvula. When her head wasn’t bobbing up and down, she was swallowing over his shaft, she was fondling his balls, she was making him very vocal.
“Don’t make him cum,” Lacey told her, “I want his first load inside my ass.”
“You thirsty girl!” Alexa said, letting go of her prey, strings of saliva dangling down her chin.
Lacey hopped back into the fun and pushed Alexa aside. Grabbing David’s shaft, she sat on him and stopped only when she felt his balls against her cheeks. She gasped with satisfaction.
“Let’s see if you’re as good as Georgia Jones,” Alexa said, mounting his head, parting her labia with her hands. Her fingers smelled like his wife.
He couldn’t believe his luck. It wasn’t the first celebrity orgy his wife threw but everytime it was unsurprisingly unbelievable. He wondered who would play him in his biopic. After he died of blissful burnout.
He took Alexa by the ass and opened her cheeks to push a knuckle of his middle finger through her anus.
“Patience, boy. You’ll get this hole eventually but first you have to satisfy Lacey’s.”
The latter was thrusting up and down, moaning into Alexa’s neck, playing with the two pairs of tits she had at hand.
There was nothing like the cock she had in her ass. She couldn’t wait to share it with her friend. To watch her spasm all over it, squirt on his chest, maybe in her mouth too. Her clit reacted to the idea and pushed her to say “Lexa, once my ass is full of his cum, I want you to squirt inside of it! I want you both in my bowels!” of which she, in response, blurted out:
“Shut up you’re gonna make me fucking cuuuHAAANNHGghaAaaahAAA—”
Lacey heard a wet noise and craned her neck just in time to see Alexa finish ejaculating over David’s face. And that’s when he started to groan. His cock swelled inside her, stretching her walls and hole even more and she felt a thick warmth invade her deep.
She pumped him harder to make him cum harder, as only she knew how.
In all this excitement, she lost track of her own sensations, but it was okay. There was nothing like the cum she had in her ass.
David, human, all too human and his last drop of semen milked out, started to go limp inside her. Lacey let him slip out, already scheming what to do during his refractory period.
Yet something was up on the back of her mind. Some sneaking suspicion.
Squeezing her anus tight to keep his precious load in, she went on all fours on the floor and told her friend to come feed her hole with another serving of fuckjuice.
“You sure you’re alright?” Alexa asked. “You sound upset.”
“Yeah nah. I wanna make sure of something.”
So Alexa searched for the best position to squirt down a gaping asshole and, when she clumsily did, she flicked her clitoris and gushed generously, hitting the back of Lacey’s overflowing rectum. She moaned at the guttery noise it made, fighting against the urge to plunge her hand into this.
David had not missed a bit of the spectacle and he was already hard and stroking again.
“Go take care of him, I want a second run,” Lacey purred.
“Oh you thirsty, thirsty gi—”
Lacey was frowning.
“Ok, you tell us what’s wrong!” they said in unison.
“I… I don’t know…” she said, feeling at her anus, at her pussy lips. The mixture of squirt and cum was sloshing inside her but she wasn’t giving any attention to it. “I…still can’t feel any buildup. It’s like my ass is numb.”
They all stared at each other.
On the silent TV was an infomercial for a cheap Fleshlight knockoff.
The Hallmark star jumped to her feet, bowels gargling like a barrel of lust, not one drop spilling.
“Make him really hard,” she said, “I want him back in my ass!”
Alexa turned around and in front of her face she discovered a David flaccid.
“I-I’m sorry!” he said.
“Oh my God no no no it’s alright! It’s
adorable! Lacey look! he lost his boner cause he’s worried for you!”
“You understand why I married this guy?” Lacey came back to the couch and fell in his arms. “Don’t worry, David, I’ll figure it out.”
“What can we do for you, sweetie?” he answered softly.
“Get that cock hard, numbnuts! This ass is cumming the fuck out tonight, ya hear?”
At that, Alexa and her lunged at either side of him and started giving him the fiercest double blowjob not even a harem owner ever received.
They rolled him onto his side and while Alexa was gagging on his hardening cock, Lacey shoved her tongue far up his butthole. Everytime she made him moan a little harder she would lick up his taint to his balls and back to his ass.
And David had to tap out. Literally. And push their heads away from his crotch. But the two vixens threw him on the carpet in front of the hearth and Lacey straddled him with no chance of escape.
Alexa knew it was time to leave these two alone and went to choose a toy from the collection spread on the coffee table. She settled for a bullet vibrator and a suction-cup dildo. Classics but always reliable and it would allow her to watch the show at the same time.
Lacey had already taken her husband to the brim. She was squatting up and down his rod, focused on her technique, on her sensations, not letting him do anything. Every little movement she was testing was for herself and herself only. She worked her muscles around the cockhead rubbing upward and scrubbing downward. The boiling hot stuffing inside her was putting even more pressure on every detail, every turn.
She couldn’t feel a thing.
She doubled down.
David threw his head back. He could feel a lot. But his main preoccupation was flexing his taint to delay his orgasm. What she was doing to him was so peculiar and so intense he had stars in his eyes and his penis.
Let’s be real, David was no porn actor. His pornstar wife never asked for him to be, she never expected him to maintain industrial-grade stamina through hours of sphincter-damaging assaults. It’s not what making love is about. However for what would be his second orgasm of the night, he was making quite a poor performance even by civilian standards. He could feel his balls shrivel like raisins around a roaring torrent of sperm that wanted out. All because the love of his life was doing, as put in his own words: “Oh my fuck, Lace. Feels like you’re sucking my cock with your ass!” and she was doing it without any consideration for his well-being, meaning it was better than anything he ever experienced before. Her hole slurped and slithered and palpated around him, he couldn’t even cling on some pace or pattern that would have helped him find a safety railing, she was just fucking him like a dildo. She was objectifying him and…it felt so agonizingly good!
His cock swelled—Perhaps it doubled in size, how could he be sure?—and the result of all these sensations she was throwing filled it up, squashed into one single point.
The point paused, suspended, and echoed with a Brahmanic
OOOOOOM for a microsecond before detonating into the crampiest climax of his life as he wailed and clutched at the edges of the carpet.
(Alexa was cumming with him, silently, mesmerized and for once envious of the male orgasm.)Lacey received his load eagerly and at the same time frustrated. Apart from the buzzing of his cum against her flesh, she was still not recognizing any sign of a buildup in her own pleasure.
So without any respite, she clutched at him and began pounding him into the ground.
“
I want to cum for fuck’s sake!”
She kept his cock hard by the sole power of her overtrained ass. He clenched his teeth and dove into the rapids. Even if the sex felt like a hickey at this point, at least he would not stay passive. He had a wife to please! He pounded up as she was piling down.
Alexa abandoned her toys and gripped her friend by the hips to help her piston her hole off. She tried to also help by rubbing her clitoris but her hand was harshly slapped away. “No cheating!” Lacey said.
The three of them were grunting like beasts, their nude bodies tense, drenched in sweat, trying to capture the elusive. They kissed, they triple kissed, they triple French kissed. The girls could handle it, they were pros, and David had already cummed twice, he could handle it.
Except he could not. He was piercing the heavens and the heavens were fucking him back and it was overpowering, past the pain, past the exhaustion, past a point dangerously leaning toward the addictive but which would blow up way before reaching it. Lacey was rushing all her possible spots, trying to gather all potential threads of pleasure in the walls of her slut-ass; instead she was funneling David’s bloodstream, soulstream, with a slut-ass burning him to the core, swallowing him, nourishing him with its three reaped loads to keep away the chafing and enhance everything else in a carpet-bombing of heat.
The woman opened her eyes to something else than herself. And suddenly she understood. Her lover down there was fighting, or experiencing pleasure like a fight. It was absurd. And profoundly heart-rending.
She let go:
“I’m sorry, babe, I’m sorry. I went too far. Cum for me now. It’s okay. We’ll find something else.”
She clamped her ass on his cock and drained him, with long-deserved eye contact, skin contact and lips meeting his lips.
He let out a low scream.
She moaned with happiness. He was cumming so hard and it was all that mattered really.
On a side note, he came really very hard. At orgasm #3, she would have thought he would just drip a few drops and pass out, but after fifteen seconds of him groaning and squirming and shooting inside her, eyes wide and face tight, it was clear her thwarted anus had sucked a massive orgasm out of the inmost depths of his loins.
What have I done, she thought, impressed with herself, and a little scared.
She jumped aside, spraying his lap with unspeakable goo, and reached for his penis and for Alexa. The two actresses, pressing their heads together, took all the ropes of semen he had left in him over their faces, shared it eagerly with their tongues as more was coming. When dribbles replaced the ropes, Lacey took the trembling beet-red dick in her mouth, softly enough not to hurt him any more but ardently enough to suck all the juices out and off of it.
Her clitoris came on its own doing it, because she could feel both their stares on her as she indulged in the naughtiest ass-to-mouth of the night and because it tasted like him, like her and like herself. She cried out her orgasm (not the one she sought but one good enough) over the soft cock and when she was done—done cleaning and done cumming—she hit the carpet with a thump and her long sigh fell over David, who had lost a few years of lifespan. Or maybe gained.
Lacey kissed him. “I love you so much! I love you both actually! I’m sorry I was greedy, I just lost my mind for a moment, I’ll make up for it, I just need to make one phonecall.”
David whimpered. Very thick precum was trickling down his peehole, not as arousal but as protection. Alexa wanted to touch his cock but it looked like a battlefield. After the battle.
Instead she took his right hand, closing it into a fist and poured lube on it.
“Shhh,” she whispered, “let’s see if this will work on her…”
David swallowed hard. His penis stirred painfully. The night before the night before Christmas was far from over. And from somewhere across the house he heard:
“Good Yule to you too, Dr. Hudson. I think I may have a problem.”
Topic: A Merry Christmas in my Ass (with Lacey Chabert) (Read 9694 times)