Garden Party (Eliza Dushku, Keira Knightley)

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Author’s Name: Uno

Content Codes: MFF, cons, oral

Celebs: Keira Knightley, Eliza Dushku

Posted on C-S-S-A.com in 2006

Disclaimer:

You know the rules. If you’re breaking them, maybe you shouldn’t read on.
Perhaps you figure no one has to know, but I’m warning you, I used to break
these very rules back before I turned 18. Now you know what I am? Weird,
that’s what. Proceed at your peril.

Furthermore, I do not promise that this story will be good. Only that it
will be as good as I managed to make it. That seemed good enough to submit,
to me. If you disagree, either keep it to yourself
or feel free to write
your complaints on a large piece of wood and shove it up your left nostril.

Constructive criticism and comments, however, are welcome and even
encouraged. Please send them to me at pawnofprophecy@hotmail.com Who
knows, I may even grace you with a reply. Wouldn’t that be thrilling?

Well, maybe not. Read on if you wish/dare.

Garden Party

I’m still not sure how I’d managed to get into such an exclusive garden party. I had been driving through Beverly Hills one evening and seen limo after limo driving through the gates of this big, celebrity-style mansion. Naturally I turned to follow them and I must have got lucky, because apparently the guy on the gate was distracted by something as I pulled through the gate.

I parked my car, an old Porsche I had allowed myself, in the carriage circle and made my way to the door, where I had been met by a greeter, who directed me around behind the huge, white house to the back garden. When I got there, I had been staggered by the number of celebrities at this party. I saw Jessica Alba talking to Paul Walker at a large table loaded with refreshments, and about half the rest of young, hip Hollywood strutting around.

Spotting a large marquee further down the garden, I made my way towards it in an aimless sort of manner, just wandering around. When I entered I was startled by the sight of some very familiar faces I knew from movie and television screens. They appeared to be engrossed in some kind of drinking game involving a deck of cards. Pulling up a chair I was greeted warmly. I asked if there was room for another player, and the rules were explained to me. A few hours later I was really getting into the swing of the game, and enjoying it thoroughly.

So there she was sitting on my left; the woman of my dreams sitting on a deck chair in my garden, blonde hair pushed behind her shoulders, wearing only her underwear, white push-up bra and matching white thong… silk I think. To her left sat a stunning, semi-clad brunette, although she had chosen to wear a bikini under her clothes and therefore felt much less exposed. To the left of this second nubile beauty, and my immediate right, sat her boyfriend.

I should explain, the arousing lack of female clothing was due to the rules of the drinking game we were playing; Kings, which involved performing different tasks depending on the card you drew from a deck. Drawing an Ace required you to make up your own rule, and when I had pulled one from the deck I had changed the rule for sixes from all girls having to drink to all girls having to remove one item of clothing, though they were only obliged to go as low as their underwear. One of my best ideas ever.

All too soon, the round ended, permitting the girls to clothe themselves. The girl to my left, the gorgeous Keira Knightly, bent over, offering me an excellent view of her wondrous ass, as she slipped back into her short denim skirt, white low-cut t-shirt and matching jacket. The other, the similarly hot Eliza Dushku, pulled back on her jeans, red t-shirt and jacket.

Eliza’s boyfriend, a male model or something with a German name I don’t recall, stood up. “Well,” he said, “I know my limits. I may come back if I start to sober up.” People had been leaving in this fashion since the game begun with ten players. Now there were just three. Outside the marquee the party seemed to be winding down.

I shuffled the deck and placed it facedown on the table. Keira drew first; a five, five for the guys meaning I had to drink. Then Eliza drew a three, three for me, her turn to drink. My turn. I picked up a card, holding it in front of my face and not revealing it to the girls. Ace of spades. I grinned at them over the top of the lucky card.

“Guess what, girls, same rule as last time. Sixes mean an item of clothing comes off, shoes and socks don’t count,” I said as I lay down the ace face up on the table.

They groaned half-heartedly, but there wasn’t much real protest in it, except maybe against the cold. My drink of choice was whiskey, so I was staying pleasantly warm, but I had noticed slight bumps in the insubstantial cloth keeping Keira modest during the last round, which suggested that her nipples at least felt a chill.

As luck would have it, the very next card was the Six I was hoping for. Off came the jackets, and if that doesn’t sound exciting to you, you don’t realise three things. First, just how low cut Keira’s top was, second, just what that push up bra was doing for her cleavage and third, just how much I worship her figure. They weren’t particularly large, as breasts go, but they just looked so delectable.

A few turns passed without any real incidence, a few drinks here, a few spills there, nothing worthy of the local news. Then came the second Six, and off came the t-shirts, revealing Keira’s small, silk-sheathed breasts and Eliza’s, slightly larger but more completely covered by her red bikini top. If I weren’t so drunk, I wouldn’t have ogled so obviously… but then they were drunk enough not to slap me for it, so I guess all was well, in fact, did I detect slight, flattered smiles on their faces? Maybe.

The next Six was not all that long in coming, and the skirt and trousers were soon cast away. So then I was sitting with two beautiful girls in their underwear in the marquee, sneaking a peek at Keira’s exquisitely curved butt whenever she leant forward for the next card, and at Eliza’s ample bosom when she did the same.

The drink flowed over the next few turns, and it was most likely a combination of this and prolonged exposure to the nubile bodies of the two young temptresses that prompted my tool to slowly increase in size and hardness till I was at about half-lob.

Then, Eliza drew her own ace from the deck. “Interesting,” I thought, “this could really go either way.”

“Well, we’re in our underwear, I think it’s only fair that everyone be dressed the same,” Eliza explained. “My rule is that Greg has to play in just his underwear as well.”

Not exactly displeased with this turn of events, I stood and removed my white t-shirt, throwing it to Eliza, who caught it and swung it around her head, and pushed down my jeans, kicking them away with my sandals. “Too easy,” I taunted.

I sat back down and it was then I realised I was still half-erect. Shit, I hoped they hadn’t noticed. They were both smiling but that could just as well have been the drink. I looked down to check how noticeable it was; very. Double shit. Oh well, nothing to be done about it now, I reached for the next card and frowned, another Six.

“Well I guess we just move on since you girls don’t have to-”

I was cut off as; with a sly smile to each other the girls reached behind their backs and undid whatever clasps and knots were keeping their mysterious charms mysterious. With a wink each for me, they removed their bras. Frankly, I didn’t know where to look, Keira’s breasts were smaller, but stood out proudly from her chest, her nipples erect. Eliza’s fell lower on her chest and were considerably larger, as were the large round areolas.

Immediately my semi-lob sprang to full attention, threatening to split the fabric of my black boxer-briefs. Hey, I probably would have had a little more self-control but by this time I was growing quite blurry. If there’s one thing that’ll make a guy’s focus return though, it’s boobs, and two sets doubly so, especially if one set belongs to the girl of your dreams.

I dragged my gaze upwards to look each girl in the face; both were smiling, apparently appreciating the attention. Keira was looking down from beside me at the tent I was supporting, one eyebrow raised. Seven inches was enough to pique her interest, clearly.

Eliza licked her lips deliberately as she looked down at my awakened crotch, but only when she was sure I was watching. Then Keira reached forward for the next card, breaking the spell, but doing nothing to alleviate my arousal as her thong rode up her back, separating the two gorgeous globes of her ass.

We kept playing for a while without my tent receding at all and I’m sure the girls were doing all they could to turn me on, Eliza had taken to folding her arms beneath her boobs when not drinking, using her upper arms to push them together and her forearms to push them up slightly. Keira kept dropping the bottle cap she was toying with and having to bend right forward to pick it up, and returning to upright so fast that her proud tits jiggled slightly.

In truth, they didn’t need to try, every time one of them moved it seemed to send more blood rushing south until I felt I would burst.

When Keira drew the third Ace of the game, I really wondered what was left to do, the milder rules of the first few rounds now seemed tame, and we were already as close to naked as I expected us to get.

Keira turned to Eliza. “When was the last time you had a slave, Liz?”

“Hmm,” Eliza pretended to think about it for a while. “I’d say… too long ago.”

“Me too,” Keira agreed, turning to me with a mischievous glint in her eye, and it was quite a success for me keeping my own gaze that high. “Looks like Greg will be our slave for the rest of the game then.” I looked at the deck; it was only half depleted, probably twenty minutes left of this round, if they didn’t get too far out of hand with the slaving… which they probably would.

“I’ll do it,” I decided out loud, “but not without a contract.”

The girls looked puzzled but nodded their assent, and I picked my jacket up from the floor. Withdrawing a small notepad and pen I started writing, sloppily from speed and alcohol. With a slight smile, I even added in a clause of my own on the fourth page, knowing the girls would not read the whole six pages. Flipping over to the seventh, I jotted down my signature and handed the pen and pad to the girls, saying, “We all have to agree that this contract is binding for the duration of this game.”

They agreed, smiling and signed, as I predicted, without reading any more than the first page. I smiled back. “Looks like you have yourselves a slave, then, and what do my mistresses require?”

Keira smiled that mischievous, ever so sexy smile at me. “I feel a little tense, actually, rub my shoulders.”

“Very well.” I moved to kneel behind her chair and started massaging her shoulders and upper back with strong, slow movements, working my fingers into the flesh of her shoulders and teasing out stress. Starting one stroke below her shoulder blades I pushed my hands forwards over the skin, up over her shoulders and back down her chest just slightly, stretching my fingers out to slide along the smooth skin of her breasts. I felt and heard her breathing grow deeper and slid my hands back up to her shoulder, rubbing the nape of her neck.

I let my a hand rub along the collarbone on each side, tracing the line of her chest down between her boobs, her breathing began to deepen again, and I backed off to knead the flesh of her shoulders and back again.

Finally I rubbed my hands along each shoulder and down her chest, brushing my palm against rough nipples in a sea of silky smooth skin. I heard her breathe catch slightly and she bit her lip, as I leant forwards, my mouth nearing her neck, growing, ever, nearer…

“That’s enough, Greg,” she breathed, “I don’t feel tense anymore.” I should imagine not, meanwhile I was as hard as a rock and not getting any less so.

I returned to my seat, ready to continue playing and Eliza drew a card, a Ten, a waterfall, which means everybody drinks, and you can’t stop until the person to your immediate right does. Of course I’m not crazy enough to use whiskey for that so I grabbed my jack and coke, and joined in. When Eliza stopped drinking, I carried on, seeing how much I could get Keira to drink. She finished her alcopop and the waterfall ended.

Eliza looked at me thoughtfully. “Greg,” she said “I’m worried about my chest burning in this sun,” that made me a little sceptical as it was at least one in the morning by now, but I liked where it was going, “put some sun cream on me would you?” She pulled a tube of sun cream out of her purse, which lay beside her chair.

“Yes ma’am.” Well I wasn’t in a position to refuse, was I? They had a contract.

Standing, I walked to Eliza’s chair and took the sun cream, squirting a generous dollop into my hand and starting on her belly I rubbed it in with smooth, circular movements, applying slight pressure. My hands moved away from each other, one slowly moving north towards her ample chest, the other moving south toward the waistband of her bikini bottoms. My right hand slipped between her boobs and slid up to her neck before sliding back down slightly to the right brushing past her nipple. Her back arched slightly and she closed her eyes, her breath quickening slightly and growing a little louder.

Squirting some more cream into my hands I placed both over the skin of her boobs and rubbed the slippery, oily stuff in by pressing with my palms and sliding then in an inward spiral from the very edge of her breasts to the nipple. As I was rubbing over the nipples one of my hands trailed back down her belly to the waistband of her bikini, rubbing alongside it. My little finger reached inside the waistband, stretching out, questing downwards; teasing her. It ran over a small patch of pubic hair and, just before touching her most private area, retreated.

“Greg,” she said between loud breaths.

“Yes?”

“That’s enough, it’s your card.”

Hell, I didn’t know if they were teasing me or really building up to something, but this game was going to take on a faster pace when my clause kicked in. And I don’t mean the cards.

I picked my card, a Two, I get to select someone to drink, I pointed to Keira and she drank.

“Just for that, you get to play naked,” she said to me afterwards. Fair enough, I didn’t say they couldn’t do this, perhaps because I was hoping they would. Besides, it would almost certainly be more comfortable playing without the cloth binding my raging hard-on.

First I went to close the side flaps on the marquee, turning it into more of a private tent. I was still very aware that there were plenty of others here celebrating the excuse to get drunk, whatever occasion it was, I don’t recall. I stood in front of my chair, pushed my boxer-briefs to the floor then kicked them away and sat down.

Keira reached for a card but I stopped her with a light hand on her wrist.

“No, no. It’s my turn now.”

“No,” she looked puzzled, “you just picked a card.”

“Oh, not for that,” I grinned evilly, “you should’ve read the contract.” I handed the pad of paper with the contract on to Keira. “Clause 7.”

She flicked through the pages looking for clause 7, found it and read allowed; “’For every three commands that Greg Harewood (the slave) obeys, the slave may give one command to one or both of the mistresses, which they hereby agree to obey.’ You sneaky bastard. Ok, what do you want?”

I smiled, “The simplest of things, dear. Get on your hands and knees, and go down on Eliza.”

Both girls looked somewhat taken aback. Apparently they were more comfortable with the game moving at their own pace. Nevertheless, Keira slipped out of her seat and got down on all fours, crawling seductively across the space between them and tugging on the other girl’s bikini. Eliza lifted her hips, allowing Keira to pull down her last item of clothing then settled back into the folding canvas chair.

Sitting up, Keira placed one hand beneath each of Eliza’s thighs and lifted, hooking each leg over the arm of Eliza’s chair so that her legs were spread wide, and what legs they were.

While Keira was sitting there and admiring Eliza’s legs, I had a clear view of the brunette’s pussy, the darker, glistening folds peeking at me from inside spreading, puffy lips, the small, trimmed patch of dark hair framing it all oh so nicely.

Returning to her hands and knees, Keira licked along Eliza’s leg, from the knee along the inside of the thigh, coming closer and closer to those wet lips, then started at the other knee, working inwards in small, chaste kisses. Then, with almost no warning, she dove in and started to eat out the other young starlet.

Eliza gasped as Keira’s lips met her own, and soon began to moan in pleasure, her ample chest rose and fell rapidly and the skin around the base of her neck and her collarbone began to flush red. I could not see what Keira was doing but clearly she was a pro at this. Eliza’s hand moved to hold back her hair, or perhaps hold on her head, as her cheeks grew red and she started grinding her hips at Keira’s mouth, the flesh of her lower torso undulating. Her free hand moved to her chest and she started to pull, flick and twist one nipple with her slender fingers.

Keira’s head and shoulders were below the level of her ass now, with the effect that her ass was up in the air with a beautiful curve to it, and wiggling as she moved her head. One of her hands had left the ground and was working at Eliza’s pussy alongside her mouth, Eliza was clearly appreciating this as she inhaled sharply before moaning, “Ungyeah! Put your fingers in me. Oh god! Nibble on my clit. Like that. Yes!”

I, meanwhile, moved to kneel behind Keira, my hands running from her shoulders down over her ass to her legs. Palms together, I slid my hands between those legs, my thumbs putting slight pressure on the dark, wet patch I noticed in her thong. Parting my hands I guided Keira’s legs open. Fortunately her thong was one of those which tie up at the sides, so I gave a little tug on the knots and it fell away, displaying for me her tiny, puckered asshole and pink, puffy lips.

I ran my finger along the outside of these lips and heard her swear, muffled though it was in Eliza’s sex. “Well that was naughty,” I told her, “someone needs a spanking.”

Taking my dick in my hand I moved closer and smacked it against Keira’s beautiful round ass. Hard as it was, that looked like it hurt, and sure enough it left a long red mark. Smacking her again on the other cheek I was rewarded with a loud “Mnf!” She lifted her head then and twisted round to
look at me. “Stop pissing around back there, slave boy. Fuck me now.”

Who could refuse an invitation like that? Dick in hand, I positioned it at her lips and rubbed the head along them. She twisted again to yell at me, “Shove it in!” So with her looking back at me over her shoulder I rammed in to the hilt. Her eyes closed in pleasure and she gave a long moan as she went back to Eliza’s sex, personally, I could barely focus on such things, lost as I was in the warm, smooth walls pressing in on my cock.

It took an effort of will the first time to pull out before pushing myself back in, to make myself withdraw from the soothing, wet warmth enveloping my raging heat, but before long I had a slow, luxuriant rhythm going. I watched that glorious ass move back and forth in response and felt myself grow, if possible, a little harder inside her pussy.

I couldn’t restrain myself anymore. Putting both hands on those sexy hips I pulled backyards and shoved myself in, picking up the pace, my hips meeting her ass each time forwards with a loud smack. She lifted her head away from Eliza and started gasping every time I ploughed in.

Removing one hand from her hips I placed it on the back of her head and shoved it back down to Eliza’s snatch. “Don’t forget your orders,” I said as I drove into her, and she seemed to redouble her efforts, Eliza started moaning twice as loudly as she had before, arching her back and squeezing her breast until I thought she might damage it. It all culminated in one
long, loud scream of “oooooh!” as Eliza came before slumping back into her chair, sucking in lungfuls of air desperately.

“Well,” I thought to myself, “that’s all she’s getting for a while.” So I pulled out of Keira and rolled her onto her back, spreading her legs wide before lunging back in and pounding into her pussy faster than ever before. I felt her ankles lock behind my back and her feet against my back pushing me in, urging me to thrust faster, harder, deeper.

Pushing my hands against the floor I lifted up into a press-up position for a better angle and picked up the pace, giving what little I had left. It was then that I noticed Eliza had re-entered the picture and was alternately kissing Keira on the mouth and breasts. How fucking hot.

Keira’s lithe, slender arm snaked down her own body to her crotch and I felt her fingers brushing my knob as she rubbed away at her clit. The skin of her chest and cheeks was turning red and she seemed to gasp and moan even louder than ever before. Her back arched and her pussy began to clench and loosen in waves, squeezing my cock as the slick walls caressed it. Screaming
my name she came on my dick, her juices running over the shaft and her pussy walls gripping it.

Knowing I would come soon under this treatment I pulled out of Keira and kneeled upright, stroking my juice-rich cock. Eliza seemed to know what was required of her immediately and leapt up, licking up and down my dick before taking it in her mouth and bobbing down over half the length. I felt the head enter her throat and continue a little, felt the shaft being caressed by her velvety tongue, and then I felt another tongue on my shaft, running up and down the unswallowed length and into Eliza’s mouth as Keira joined in.

Eliza’s hand brushed my own aside, taking my cock by the base as she retreated back ever so slowly, putting glorious suction on my dick, up my length. She offered the tip to Keira, who took slightly more than Eliza could in her mouth and bobbed up and down rapidly for a few seconds before passing back to Eliza, who took in only the head, but ran her tongue over and around it rapidly. God it felt so good.

As Eliza backed off over the head, Keira immediately followed her, taking in the head before retreating back, her top lip chased over my tip by Eliza’s own. They then took half of my tip in each, their lips pressed together, their tongues running over my head and caressing each other. I couldn’t hold back any more. “Girls, I’m cumming!”

They both pulled back and each used a hand to jerk me off, pointing my dick at first Keira, then Eliza as I squirted my load all over the young starlets, covering Keira’s perky tits and Eliza’s ample chest with a liberal helping of thick white goo.

We collapsed then in a sweaty, cum-soaked pile on the floor of the marquee. Keira and Eliza using their fingers and tongues to scoop the cum off each other’s tits before they lay down with me. I could already feel myself falling asleep. I didn’t want to sleep, I wanted to drink in the pleasure of the two spent starlets lying half on top of me, wanted to assure myself this had all really happened, but I could already feel the darkness of sleep clouding my mind.

Little did I know what awaited me when I woke up.