Sex Dependence Day (Laci Kay Somers)

[Gianni Shamari]

Maré stood in front of the bedroom mirror, a wide grin spreading across his face as he admired himself in the old-school Washington Bullets home jersey. The fabric felt snug against his skin, and the vibrant colors popped under the warm glow of the bedroom lights. He adjusted the long blue shorts and admired the matching white and red shell-toe Adidas sneakers, feeling a surge of patriotism.

“Looking good, Maré,” he whispered to himself.

After a final moment of confidence-boosting reflection, he left the bedroom, each step down the spiral stairs amplifying the thrill building inside him for Monica’s “Wet & Wild Fourth of July” party at the Hollywood mansion. The excitement was palpable, and he could hardly wait to immerse himself in the vibrant atmosphere.

As he entered the pool area, a symphony of sensations welcomed him. The pulsing beat of T.I.’s “Dope” filled the air, blending with the splashing of water and the laughter of the partygoers. The scent of sunscreen mingled with the aroma of barbeque, creating a deliciously summery atmosphere. Dozens of beautiful women, adorned in stars and striped bikinis, moved gracefully around the pool, their laughter and conversation adding to the vibrant energy in the air. It felt like he had stepped into an epic rap music video, every sense alive with the party's power.

“This is insane,” he whispered, hardly believing the scene before him.

As Maré navigated through the crowd, a familiar voice called out over the music. “Maré, my man! I’m glad you could make it,” Monica exclaimed, her voice filled with excitement. Nice jersey, by the way. You're really getting into the spirit of things!”

Monica was dressed in a USA Dream Team jersey and had her hair dyed red for this party. Samantha, Nina, Barbi Hardcore, and Skin Diamond accompanied her in vibrant swimsuits. He beamed at them.

“What’s up, Predator?” Maré said, kissing her on the cheek and shaking hands with her all-girl squad. “I love the turnout!”

“Thanks! Ninety-nine percent of women. You know how we do!” Monica quipped, giving him a wink. “Well, go and mingle with the girls. We’ll be joining you later.”

Monica walked away, leading her Squad to hold court with her guests. Maré scanned the area like an undercover investigator and spotted adult film stars. Dani Daniels was dancing and sipping on Pacifico Cerveza Clara beer. Lizz Tayler and Miss Jackson were in the pool playing volleyball. The guest deejay, Darcie Dolce, a beautiful topless brunette, played the music. Maré walked to the table to get a drink and cool off. Then and there, he perceived someone’s gaze penetrating him. He looked around the pool and spotted this hot platinum-blonde. She smiled at him a priori. A wink from her accredited his cognition, and he gave her a nod. Then Maré grabbed two glasses of cold raspberry punch and looked at her. Like an agile dolphin, the blonde beauty leaped out of the pool. The water dripped down her voluptuous, tanned body. Maré’s eyes fell on her skimpy bra top. A couple of protuberances marked the zones where her nipple stood erect. Her thong is ostensibly tucked into her ass and pussy. She looked like a swashbuckling commercial model. Maré approached her, keeping a welcoming smile on his face.

“Hi, gorgeous,” Maré spoke as he gave her a glass.

She laughed. “Thank you! I’ve been around pretty girls all day. Now, I can be around a stud.”

“God sent me to party with you, American beauty.” Maré beamed.

“Oh, yeah.” She smiled. “My name’s Laci Kay Somers.”

“Maré, the King of New York,” Maré replied.

They both took a sip of the punch without taking their eyes off each other. They were into each other and wondered how far this encounter would take them. The deejay spun the “Don’t Mind” record by Kent Jones, and Laci began shaking her wide hips. She got into the song as she twerked on Maré’s crotch.

“I bet you can’t do that on the dick,” Maré told her.

Laci laughed again. “What? Oh, my God.”

Then she pulled Maré closer to her so they could go along. Bumping and grinding, their steps synchronized with the music. Seemingly, they were oblivious to their surroundings. Their dancing got dirtier, and Maré moved behind her, fondling her supple assets and privates.

Finally, the Darcie Dolce announced that the Pussy Eating Contest was about to begin. The declaration made them stop dancing and follow the crowd that quickly formed a wall in front of the blonde and brunette beauties; they had stretched on beach chairs, welcomingly splaying their legs and letting multiple eyes pry on their bald pussies. Monica challenged a tall, blue-haired woman with tattoos for the contest. The woman who could eat pussies more than her rival and pleasure more partners to the climax would be the winner.

“In Coney Island, we have something called the Hot Dog Eating Contest, but in Monica’s world, it is the Pussy Eating Contest,” Maré explained to Laci.

Laci replied, “I can’t wait to see Monica in action! I heard about her tongue game!”

Monica knelt between Samantha’s open legs and the redhead dove between a blonde’s thighs. Almost simultaneously, Monica and the redhead began eating their partners out. Samantha and the blonde moaned, clutching their lovers’ heads and trilling encouragement. The onlookers watched the demo in awe. Maré stood behind Laci with muscular arms wrapped around her waist, knowing the effect of this demo on her; she pushed her ass, as impulsively as a heartbeat, against his dick.

“Wow, Monica knows how to eat a pussy!” Laci spoke up with a tremulous tone. “She is good!”

Maré smiled. “Now you know why she is called The Predator!” He said. “Women are her proie d’amour.”

Outsmarting her rival, Monica made seven hotties cum in her mouth in the fastest time recorded. The party guests cheered and applauded at the declaration of her victory. Dani Daniels wrapped a championship belt around Monica’s waist.

The sky had turned a deep, velvety black, and the glow of the fireworks cast dancing shadows on the faces of the party guests as they stood in front of the grand mansion. “Wow, look at that!” someone exclaimed as the colorful bursts of light painted vivid pictures in the heavens. The crackling sound of the fireworks filled the air, and the smell of smoke mingled with the aroma of fresh grass.

“This is amazing!” said Maré, her eyes wide with wonder.

“It’s even more beautiful than I imagined,” Laci replied, mesmerized by the breathtaking display.

As the last embers of light fizzled out, they turned and made their way back inside, still buzzing with the excitement of the show. They entered a glass bedroom with a great view of Los Angeles for privacy. Laci knelt, and Maré ogled at her juicy boobs and jiggled. She started licking his scrotum, slowly working her way up to the head of his erect dick. Then she performed fellatio on Maré, hungrily sucking him off.

“Yes, baby, suck that dick.” Maré sighed. “Good girl!”

The pleasure had him running my fingers through her wavy locks. Laci sucked insistently on the head of Maré’s dick as she squeezed his shaved balls with just the right amount of pressure. After deep-throating him, she pulled his dick out of her mouth and stroked it a few times.

“You like that, don’t you, Nature Boy?” She asked with a sultry smile.

“Yes, you’re a bad girl,” Maré responded softly.

In the bed, Laci crawled over Maré, and her tits dangled directly over his face. He gave her boobs the attention they deserved. Laci laughed, closing her eyes and moaning. Without letting go of her supple flesh, Maré laid back down with his gaze focused on her face. In fluid grace, she mounted him. Her pussy quivered around his shaft that glided up the pleasure haven. Then her tits bounced as if dancing harmoniously to the moves she made.

“Oh, yes, this dick is deep inside me.” She screamed. “I’m going to cum so hard on this dick.”

Maré grabbed at her tits as she fucked him, faster at each pace. They trilled, echoing on in unison.

“Cuming! Yes, yes, yes! Oh God, yes! Cumming! Cumming so good!”

She continued riding Maré, culminating her sexual tension into a shuddering release. He groaned, letting his golden jizz splutter into her cunt. Panting, she collapsed on his chest and lay there with her pussy spasming over his cock.

“Oh God, baby, that was dope!” Maré whispered before rolling her over and splaying her legs to the maximum. Her cunt glazed in dim light. Going south, Maré clamped his ardent lips on her sloppy flower. Eating and bussing her pussy, like there was no tomorrow, Maré teased her love hole and clit. She moaned, bucking her hips to get the pleasure she longed for.

“Yes, yes, oh, yes!” She chanted, avowing his presumption of her response. “Fuck me with that big cock.”

So, Maré got between her legs. Laci’s love juices coated his shaft, making the entry facilitated. She clawed at his arms, pulling me deep down. He grabbed the bedsheet, jamming my cock into her receptacle repeatedly. She yelled, mouthing dirty words, unwittingly spurring him on. In a matter of minutes, her body shuddered in a shattering climax. The erotic sight of her orgasm had him near his own. Groaning, Maré withdrew from her cunt. Loads of jizz splattered all over her stomach.

Seemingly, out of the blue, a woman’s crisp voice echoed in the bedroom. The entrant had cleared her throat to get our attention. Maré smiled, giving her one welcoming smile. Monica looked ripped to the soul in her dark blue bikini.

“Hey, Predator,” Maré spoke up.

“Maestro, you know the rule of this house. Pussies must not be unshared!”

“Ha! I’m down with the group sex.” Maré replied.

Laci giggled sheepishly. “Me too.”

“Hop in, and she’s ours!” Maré said.

And just like that, they began kissing Laci. Maré thought it was hot that their shadows vacillated on the wall whenever some firework lit up. It reminded him of an erotic puppet show.

Sucking Laci’s tits up, Monica kissed her stomach down to the crotch and pushed her fleshy thighs open. Promptly, she flicked her tongue on Laci’s vulnerable pussy. Soon she coaxed her clit to pulsate hardness, twirling lingually over the wet pink door. While that was going on, Laci performed fellatio on Maré. Like a shot, another climax would shake him to the release. This was one epic oral session that he anticipated.

“Ahhh! Fuck!” Maré croaked. “I’m cumming!”

Instantaneously, Maré came into her mouth. She swallowed his golden jizz, letting a little dribble from her mouth and down to her tits. It was so sensual as she rolled her eyes at the lesbian partner swallowing her juices. She moaned, clutching Monica’s head. The latter moved a hand, penetrating a couple of fingers into the pussy she devoured.

“Mmm… yes… eat this pussy! Make me cum all over your pretty face,” Laci cooed.

Monica kept the good work up rather violently. Laci arched her back, moving her hands and flexing her fingers. Gurgling with pleasure and trilling her abettal, she trembled. For a brief moment, Monica looked up at Maré, and he gave her the thumbs up. A moan escaped her mouth as she shook her head, sucking Laci’s clit. Nearing her climax, Laci feebly drew her thighs together. Perceiving the failure in abandonment, she let Monica pleasure her.

Monica rolled her reproachful eyes in Laci’s direction as if she’d retort, ‘Let me love you, girl!’

Then it happened! Shaking mindlessly, Laci screamed—her juices spurt on Monica’s face. The sight of sexual release was an absolute finale.

While Laci was still trembling, Monica licked her pussy dry. Then again, she licked the sweaty flesh up to her boobs.

Enthusiastic gratification brimmed Laci's eyes as she looked at Maré and Monica. “Wow! I got fucked by the King of New York but devoured by the Predator!” She said.

“Did you like it?” Monica asked her.

“Loved it!” Laci answered. “You two made me tingle all over. I’d love to be with you again.”

She kissed them, got out of bed, and disappeared into the bathroom.

“Another one for the books,” Maré told Monica.

“Yes. Laci tastes good.” Monica said. “Well, Nature Boy, I must entertain my Squad in the pool. Will you escort her when she’s refreshed?”

For an answer, once again, Maré gave Monica the thumbs up!

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[John Connors]

Great to see a story about the gorgeous Ms Somers. She really is an underrated beauty. 

Thanks for writing her.