Disclaimer: *This is a Chris Jackson FanFiction and is entirely fictional. This is a non-monitized story written for audiences 18 years old and older.*
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“The van’s all packed and I’m ready to go if you three are.” It escaped me just how I ended up here. I didn’t get how I ended up being the one to take Olivia Holt and her friends up to her family’s beautiful, secluded lodge.
Olivia smiled at me, her brown eyes twinkling in the early morning light. Oh. That’s how. “Thanks again for coming with us, Forrest.” She opened the passenger door and hopped in. “Having a guy with us makes us feel safer,” she said and closed the door. “We couldn’t think of anyone better than you to come with us, either.” Liv and the girls wanting me at the cottage just made sense. I was an outdoorsie type, a burly kind of man and one they knew very well.
“It’s all good.” Olivia’s friend Dove was already pairing her phone to my van’s Bluetooth speaker the moment my key turned over the engine. Maybe it was all good?
“You really are a saint for agreeing to take a weekend off with us, Forrest,” Paris Berelc told me. I had known Paris and Dove since Liv started working at Disney with them. That’s not quite accurate. Liv and I had been friends since we were old enough to grasp the term. We saw it as a miracle, that our friendship had survived her fame, me going off to college. When the DNR hired me, she was the first among my friends and family to see my ranger post.
“The Holts have a sick-ass cabin and a bunch of gorgeously wooded acreage. I’d be a fool not to go, too.” I shrugged and looked over my shoulder to back out of the driveway. A pretty damned big perk was seeing two beautiful women in the back seat with a third sitting next to me. No straight and single man alive could turn down this weekend.
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The car ride wasn’t too bad. We left after I got off work at 5 p.m. Thursday. Our dinner stop was a cutesy 1950s themed diner that Paris spotted, and all of the girls unanimously said that was the place. It was fine by me. It had an all-day breakfast menu. The offered special was a tiramisu French toast that went down real good with a side of sausage. It was a vacation road trip. Calories didn’t exist.
The girls wore jeans, jean shorts, tank tops, and flannels. Their bumpkin best. That was my everyday wear. I was the only one of the four of us who was a park ranger. It wasn’t shocking that we drew a bit of attention from some of the patrons. We were the most semi-famous table in the place. Having the hottest girls with me didn’t hurt the image.
We loaded back into the van after a most filling breakfast-dinner. Liv and Dove were in the back with Paris riding shotgun. They decided switching off at every stop would be fun, but I was the constant driver. I genuinely enjoyed driving and had zero problems with it. If the girls got to just relax and watch the sights go by, that was great, too.
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The Disney Contingent elected to call it a night just as the sun started to go down. I called on the beautiful and busty Ms. Berelc to find us a hotel, causing he girls to boo me and blow raspberries. They wanted the experience to be rustic, so Paris found a campground for us. There was a tent in the back I didn’t even know about. Learning they had camp chairs and s’more supplies was a surprise to me. No one had informed me this was all part of the plan.
“Hey Ranger Rick!” Liv called out to me. “The girls and I can pitch the tent if you want to build a fire?”
“He can pitch a tent, too!” Paris teased. Olivia elbowed her but Dove just giggled. That was pretty par for the course with Paris. She was a shameless flirt, but it was harmless.
I chuffed. “We can arrange that. Just give a shout if you need a hand.”
“No, we got it!” Wow. Paris was confident. The look on Dove and Liv’s faces expressed that they shared the sentiment. Maybe I was underestimating them. I knew Liv to be able to hold her own out here, but admittedly I wasn’t as sure about Dove and Paris’s outdoors suitability.
I used the remaining light to get kindling while the Power-puff Girls put up the eight-person tent. The campground selling wood for $5 covered the issue of the fire’s fuel source. I just had to start the fucker, but I was more than up for the task.
None of the girls smoked and neither did I. The camp site next to us had a lighter, so Paris went over to borrow it. She figured a bombshell like her had a better chance of getting charity than I did. I kind of looked like an ax murderer, and she was a smoke show. I wasn’t going to argue with her methods, and watching her flirt with two college kids on break, getting them all flustered, was always funny.
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The campground having hot showers was nice. That had me a tad worried, to be honest. Three divas who hadn’t showered stuck in the car together was not ideal. I liked frequent showers, too. I made smelling like a forest too much of my character, and I was completely aware of it. The girls spent a fair amount of time with me when we could all get together, and none of them ever complained about me smelling like pine tar and cedar. Smelling like sweat and body odor wasn’t part of my preferred scent package.
Water pressure wasn’t an issue, either. It was nicer than my shower pressure at home and was twice as good as the shower at my ranger post. Two hot women ripping the shower curtain open was a brand new experience, however.
“Paris, Dove? What the fuck!” I tried to pull the curtain back, but they wouldn’t have it.
Both girls held tight to the curtain, and I couldn’t miss that they were both in their birthday suits as well. They stepped in the shower with me, but kept the curtain open. Someone could walk in at any moment. Neither one cared, which I found odd. They were celebrities with reputations, not me.
“Listen, Forrest. Liv asked you to come with us this weekend because she has the hots for you. Paris and I do, too,” Dove explained. Those damn hypnotic green eyes of hers trailed up and down my body shamelessly.
“We both want you. You’ve been hot for years, but Liv wanting you makes Dove and I want a slice, too.” Paris’s smile was hungry, predatory. “This weekend is going to be hot and heavy. All three of us are going to be coming at you with everything we have. Liv doesn’t know we’re doing this. Isn’t that fun?” The titter from Paris’s treacherous mouth made me shiver. It was also hot as fuck, knowing these three girls were all going to be competing for me in some kind of crazy sex Olympics.
The hot water poured down my back while I stared at the naked beauties. “All three of you want me?” Liv, Paris, and Dove were gorgeous, smart, funny and talented. They were all a hell of a catch. I was a straight and single man that would be happy with any of them. Having the three after me felt like a fever dream. I didn’t care if I was the sport buck and they were the hunters. That made this even hotter. Who wouldn’t want to be the object of their shared desires?
I expected Dove and Paris to make their escape after they told me the game was afoot, but they didn’t budge. The girls closed in and pressed their bodies into mine.
“It was getting cold,” Dove said. Her tits pressed against my arm as I looked down into her captivating green eyes. Her perfect tits pressed against my arm didn’t hurt anything, either. “There’s plenty of hot water in these tanks, isn’t there?” The next thing I knew, she was kissing me on the lips and Paris’s soft hand had wrapped around my cock.
“Girls, this is a bad idea. This is a public shower,” I reminded them. Their hands didn’t stop, and neither did the kisses. It felt good, they made me feel really damn good. I wanted it and they did, too. They should be aware of the risks, that’s all.
“We’ll stop if we hear anything. Until then….” Paris’s hand didn’t stop stroking me when she pressed her lips to my chest. “I saw you watching us in the rear-view mirror, Forrest. Did you like what you saw?”
I nodded. “No man with eyes would hate it.” I gripped Paris’s firm ass in my hand instead of standing there like a scarecrow. My second hand grabbed one of Dove’s tits.
“Do you wish we would have given you more to watch?” Dove asked. She did give me a show as she kissed Paris, and Paris didn’t miss a beat, kissing her back.
“So you three are going to be throwing yourselves at me, huh? Can I enjoy this, too, or should I play hard to get?”
Dove’s face lit up. “This’ll be so much more fun if you take all we give you. Just don’t tell Liv we were ever here.” I liked Liv, loved her even. This whole thing made me feel like a cold son of a bitch, but I cared about these three and I wanted them all. I could see myself with any of them. The idea of being with all three, test driving them, so to speak, made my knees weak.
“You’re all so fucking hot.” The words broke out of me in a deep growl. I kissed Dove and then Paris possessively. Having them to myself like some kind of Hugh Hefner was impractical but such a fantastical idea.
Paris and Dove kissed me at the same time, our tongues lashing against each other in an open-mouthed triangle kiss. Dove’s knees bent, making me catch her.
I pressed Dove against the wall, pinning her hands over her head. Paris dropped down into a squat and wedged herself between us. Breath caught in my throat when I felt her plump lips suckle on my cock head.
“Holy shit.” I looked down and saw Paris’s big brown eyes looking up at me. This large-chested Filipina didn’t play games when it came to sucking dick. Watching Dove Cameron squirm in my grasp while Paris Berelc sucked my cock was unreal. Then Paris let me go, turned her head, and buried her face between Dove’s creamy white thighs. Dove couldn’t stop a little surprised shriek. She and I had gone back to kissing, so she didn’t see it coming when Paris licked her pussy.
I separated the kiss with Dove and we both watched, mystified, as Paris went back and forth between eating out Dove and sucking my cock. It wasn’t a sight I saw every day, and it definitely was worth watching. Paris was one of the hottest people I’d ever seen in my life, and she was double-timing between sucking my very own cock and licking the pussy of another of the hottest people I had ever seen. It was almost enough to make me explode.
“God, she’s so fucking hot, isn’t she? Such a good slut,” Dove purred. She still didn’t ask me to let go of her wrists. “I can’t wait till it’s my turn to be down there. When can I show you I can suck cock, too?”
“I had a feeling that you were, but I didn’t know you two were such whores.” Talking like that wasn’t usually my thing, but in this situation it felt right. “Paris obviously is, but I wasn’t so sure about you, Dove.”
“We absolutely are,” Paris confirmed. She took a break from working us in turns with her mouth. Her supple and rosy pink lips were shining with spit and wetness. “Olivia is the little saint among us. She’s a cinnamon bun, which is why you’re going to have so much fun with me and Dove’s efforts.” Paris winked and went back in, taking me deep into her mouth. She held onto my thigh for support, and with her free hand, she started to pleasure Dove.
“Fuck! Oh my God!” Dove cried out. Paris had gone to flicking right at the short blonde’s clit, forcing me to put a hand over her mouth to keep her silent.
“Is everything okay in there?” Shit. Someone came to check on us because Dove got too loud.
I reached over and drew the curtain closed before calling back to the man, “You heard that, too? Sounds like someone forgot how thin tents are.” That joke would come back to bite me in the ass.
The man laughed. “That’s funny. I just thought that came from in here.”
“The window’s open to keep this from being a swamp.”
A silent and awkward moment passed. I looked down and saw that Paris was still gently lapping her tongue up and down Dove’s pussy. Dove was damn near biting my hand to not let out a whimper or moan.
“Sorry I bugged you, man.”
“All good, man. You’re just trying to do the right thing. If I see any chicks in here, I’ll be sure to let you know.” I forced out a chuckle. The door opened and closed. I let out the breath I was holding and took my hand from Dove’s mouth.
“That was close. I’m sorry, guys. Maybe we should get out of here. I’ve had enough close calls for one shower.” Dove giggled and I let go of her wrists.
Paris stood back up but didn’t try to clean Dove’s pussy juice or my precum off of her mouth. She turned the water off and pulled the curtain back again, stepping into the shower room. The darker skinned girl pouted. “You guys are no fun.” She didn’t even look to make sure we were the only ones here.
“Let’s not have the campground throw us out. Liv would find out about your game faster than we want her to,” I pointed out.
My eyes scanned the room and I saw my clothes, but not either of theirs. The hanging racks and benches were all empty except for my stuff.
Dove laughed, seeming to know what I was looking for. “Our clothes are still in the women’s shower.”
I blinked slowly a few times. “What the fuck is wrong with you two?” They were the celebrities, not me. The two of them doing that was so risky I’d even call it careless, foolish even.
Paris shrugged her shoulders, making her round tits rise and fall with the motion. “We’re on vacay. It’s just a bit of fun.”
Dove grabbed towels for them. They were pink, so I deduced that they had snuck in here wrapped in those towels. I had expected it to be Paris and Dove making a naked, mad dash between shower houses. Knowing they did it wrapped in towels made me feel better, but I rather liked the picture my mind had made.
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Paris and Dove weren’t back at the campsite yet, but Olivia was sitting on a camp chair by the fire. She looked at home and absolutely adorable, all swaddled and cozy in a sleeping bag.
“That was a long shower.” Liv didn’t look up from the flames, the shadows dancing on her face making her look older but somehow softer. She didn’t look tired or stressed, just chill and at ease but still contemplative. The way she studied the flames made her seem like some kind of eldritch being replaying things she shouldn’t have seen, but had accepted that they had passed. Where was my bubbly and feisty Liv? Had she already figured out what had transpired in the shower house?
“The temp and pressure were really nice.” It wasn’t a lie, but the amount of omission made me feel like a liar. “No Dove or Paris?” I knew where they were, but I was playing dumb to cover them, to cover us.
“They went to shower just after you did, and I didn’t want to abandon the campsite with a fire going,” Liv explained.
“I’ll walk with you to the shower house as soon as they get back.”
Liv laughed softly. “Ye old buddy system?”
“Absolutely. Even us rangers use the buddy system.” I sat down in the chair next to her, just close enough to hold her hand if one of us reached out.
“I appreciate it.” She turned her head and looked at me. “Are you sorry you came?”
I shook my head and met her eyes. “No.” Her eyes didn’t let me go, so I kept talking. “It’s good for me to get out for a bit… with other people, that is. And your family’s lodge is ski resort levels of nice.”
“And the company?” Liv was fishing, which made me chuckle.
“The company is great.” I smiled and we both went back to looking at the fire together, only for Paris and Dove to stroll back into camp like they didn’t try to fuck me in the shower.
“This fire is so cozy.” Paris came over and sat on my lap. I saw the smile on Liv’s face, but the look in her eyes said a lot more than her fake smile. Paris would be a dead woman if Liv’s eyes were lasers.
“Before you get too comfortable, I’m going to escort Ms. Holt to the shower house.” I tapped Paris’s thick thigh, bared to my touch due to the jean shorts she wore.
Dove and Paris shared a knowing look, and Liv caught it, too. Her eyes were on me in a flash. She must have figured out Dove and Paris told me she was going to try to pick me up on this trip. I wondered if Liv knew they were going to make her work for me. As the night went on, more puzzle pieces were falling into place. With Liv’s comment about my shower being long, I figured she was already onto them.
I tapped on Paris’s hip a second time and she hopped off. It was impossible for me to miss the way her ass jiggled when she bounced away.
Liv stood up and meticulously folded up her sleeping bag, placing it on her chair like a territory marker.
“Paris and I might have to come looking if you two are gone too long.” Dove dropped the gauntlet in that teasing remark. The girls just told Liv they had told me about her interest.
“Shut up,” Liv grumbled. She took my hand and stormed out of the campsite, damn near dragging me along.
“You okay? I’m sure they’re just teasing you.”
Olivia huffed and her perfect golden blonde hair swayed behind her as she marched up the dirt path with purpose. “Fuck them.”
I stopped my oldest friend with a hand on her shoulder. Looking down at her, I said, “Stop and talk to me for a sec.” We were out of earshot of Paris and Dove, and I didn’t see or hear anyone else around. “Tell me right now that you’re okay.”
Liv crossed her arms and looked away. “They told you I like you. We’ve been friends for YEARS, but you know what I mean.”
“Yeah, yeah they did.” I nodded slowly but kept my hand on her shoulder. She needed to know I wasn’t running, wasn’t going to leave her or tease.
“And I know them. We fight and race each other for everything. Boys included.” She leveled a glare at me, and to my shame, I looked away. “Goddamn it.” Live kicked her foot, causing a little plume of dust to rise. “Which one of them fucked you?”
I let out a sigh. “They jumped me in the shower, but some guy interrupted us before it went very far.”
“Far?” The indignation in her eyes told me that was vague as hell, and she was right. Her voice stayed even, telling me this was almost a statistical event for her and not something she took personally. Had she done this before to them, or was she usually the receiver?
“Paris had my dick in her mouth for a bit. She wasn’t able to finish me off. Dove couldn’t keep her volume down while Paris fingered her. Someone came in to check on us and I pretended it was outside. That’s as far as it went.”
Olivia’s face remained stern, impassive, business-like. She nodded slowly, absorbing what I told her. “I’m not shocked. Pissed that nothing is sacred, not even you.”
“I didn’t push them away, Liv. I’m sorry.” Liv closed her eyes and I hung my head. “They told me you liked me. Paris and Dove flat out told me they were going to throw themselves at me all weekend until I choose one of you.”
Olivia certainly wasn’t happy, but she wasn’t biting my head off. “Well, I guess I just have to win you.” She decided to pick up the gauntlet Dove and Paris threw down.
“Is it even going to be about me by the end?”
“Probably not.” She looked up and met my eyes. “It’s about the game for them. When it comes to me… it’ll still be about you. I just need to win.”
“Liv,” I tried. She put her hand up, stopping me.
“Shut up, Forrest. Play their game with me. I want to beat them fair and square. I want you to choose me over them, and I want them to feel that. You can tell me you choose me right now if you want to, but I want them to try their damnedest, and I want to see the looks on their faces when I beat them.” She laughed. “Also, why would I tell you to pass up being able to sleep with them this weekend while you can? They’re hot and they know how to fuck. If you sleep with them again after this weekend, I will chop your dick off, though.”
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It started to rain around 10 p.m., causing the four of us to huddle into the tent.
I’m not sure how the girls did it, but they managed to keep the atmosphere light and easy. Despite all of them knowing they were playing a crazy version of The Bachelor for me, they didn’t let it get in the way of a fun evening, of them still being friends. It seemed like some kind of game they agreed to play, just a friendly lady’s wager.
It was weird, passing time by playing phone games instead of a physical board game like when I was little. Having virtual games we could play together was cool, but it wasn’t the same, just didn’t feel authentic. Call me old fashioned, I guess.
We played digital Uno, and we played Monopoly over an app. There was a unanimous vote around midnight to call it for the evening since we wanted an early morning.
The tent was spacious and could have fit six to eight people easily. We were packed like firewood when we didn’t have to be, but I did have to admit it was particularly cozy. Olivia on one side, Dove on my other, with Paris laying just above our heads. It was an intimate coordination, and I felt like some kind of harem leader with the three gorgeous girls huddled so close around me in the center. Usually it wouldn’t have been anything special, but I knew I was going to be the target of their seductive and downright aggressive energies.
Once we called it a night, we all stayed pretty quiet. All I could hear were the sounds of our breathing and the steady fall of rain pattering down the tent. It was incredibly peaceful and relaxing, and it didn’t take me long to fall asleep.
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I woke up at some point in the night because I felt something warm, wet and soft on my face. My eyes flew open to see Olivia Holt slowly grinding her pussy on my chin and lips.
“Shh.” She didn’t stop, even when she could see my eyes looking up at her in the dim beginning of dawn. “Go back to sleep.”
Fuck that. I slipped my arms out of my sleeping back and grabbed her hips. She thought I was going to push her off, but she bit back a sigh instead when I pulled her down firmly, snug against my features.
Paris and Dove had their chance in the shower, and now Liv was boldly choosing to ride my face in the tent with Dove and Paris still sleeping (as far as I could tell). Dove had rolled away from me and Paris had, too. This gave Liv just enough room to operate. She was taking advantage of the little window, and I respected it.
I happily licked her cunt on my end. She was hairless, heady and tangy. I loved the way she rode my face with abandon. Her pussy was soaked and scorching for me, and she was trying to get herself off before Paris and Dove could catch her. Liv’s clit brushed my nose as I slapped at her, but the amount of excitement and spit made it hard to be quiet.
Paris stirred for a moment but Olivia didn’t stop. She either couldn’t bring herself too or just didn’t care.
“Liv? Forrest?” I heard Dove’s sleepy voice, not Paris’s. “Oh. Holy shit.” I had my face buried in toasty Holt gash so I couldn’t see Dove’s. Her voice sounded amused, almost impressed. “Damn. We were all sitting in those stupid camp chairs while we could have taken turns on Forrest’s face?” That actually made Liv giggle on top of me. Dove wasn’t mad that she woke up to the sound of Olivia fucking herself on my face. She was envious, but not jealous.
“It feels so good,” Olivia moaned. She didn’t scramble off of me or try to hide. Dove wasn’t judging, but she had caught Liv red-headed.
Paris giggled from past my head. “Getting payback on us?” she asked. There was rustling and I assumed she was sitting up. “Forrest told you about the shower?”
“Mhmm.” I could practically hear that her bottom lip was between her teeth. She was still grinding on my face as much as I was pulling her back and forth. Liv was gliding all over my face with ease, she was excreting so much slick.
Dove and Paris were being oddly respectful. They had all framed this as a competition to see who would successfully claim my dick as theirs after this weekend was all over. I found it crazy yet endearing that something like this didn’t get in the way of their friendship. It was like it was a game of chess, each girl waiting respectfully and with poise until it was their turn to do something to me next. Dove and Paris would just have to out-do Liv later. I hadn’t put it together yet if it was every girl for themselves or Liv versus Dove and Paris. It was feeling like Dove and Paris versus Liv.
I kept laying there for my part, my tongue running over her slit and burying in to lap her big swollen clit when I could. She was extremely responsive and did everything in her power to stay quiet. They could scream when we made it to the lodge, but right now I had to make sure we didn’t get kicked out of the campground.
Olivia wasn’t the only one breathing irregularly. A whimper rolled through the tent as well. I couldn’t be sure, but it sounded like Dove.
“Fuck it. Why not?” Paris asked soon after. She sounded like she was giving into peer pressure.
Liv stopped all movement and quickly scrambled off of my face. She crouched and pulled her knees to her body. “Someone’s outside of the tent,” she whispered.
I bolted right up and saw that Paris and Dove had been touching themselves but stopped immediately when Liv went into defense mode. Wiping Liv’s slick off of my face, I got up and gave her my sleeping bag to wrap around herself. I unzipped the tent and saw someone trying to make a getaway in the dark.
He tripped over a tree root he couldn’t see and ate shit. I caught up with him and pulled him up. “Let me go!”
I narrowed my eyes at him. “You’re the guy from the shower house,” I said accusingly. “And now you’re outside of my tent? Are you stalking me?” Realization hit me like a fucking freight train. “You’re following the girls, you fucking pervert.” I pushed him back into the trees, sending him tumbling over the root he had tripped on the first time.
He didn’t try to deny it, didn’t try to argue or shame me for being randy in the campground. The fucker just took off at a run, tripping again as I watched him flee in guilt and admission.
I hurried back to the tent and saw Liv already dressed, all three girls hiding in their sleeping bags. “We’re packing up and heading out. I know it’s early and I’m sorry, but we gotta move. That guy’s fucking following us.” The girls trusted me to keep them safe on this trip, and there was no way I was going to pretend everything was okay, that I was going to omit that a man was following us, particularly them.
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The sun was just creeping over the tops of tall evergreens as we reached the road that led up to Olivia’s family lodge. None of us were going to be going back to sleep after what happened, so I didn’t mind the early start all that much. It also meant we would get more of the day at the lodge. Liv and Dove had fallen asleep, all curdled up together in the back seat, looking adorable as all hell.
Paris, however, was wide awake in the front seat. She looked between our seats, making sure Dove and Liv were out before she reached over and undid my pants. “Make sure you don’t drive us off the road, big chief.”
Before I knew it, my cock was out, in Paris’s hand, and she was leaning over like she was planning to take me in her mouth. I kept both hands on the wheel and tried to focus when I felt Paris’s skilled tongue take it’s first lap at my quickly swelling cock head.
She hummed. “I love when I get to make it hard.” Paris had no problem achieving that feet, working my shaft with her hand while that sinful tongue flicked and danced all over my hypersensitive head. Through the two situations we’d attempted over the last 12 hours, none of us had been able to cum. I was hoping Paris would be able to break that streak with this road head.
Paris made me sigh when she trailed a long line of spit down onto my cock’s eye and used her pouty lips to push it down the rest of my length. Her mouth encased me so perfectly, her lips molding to my shape like she was going to make a cast of it. “Fuck that’s good.”
The gorgeous Filipina in my lap didn’t try to move her mouth off of me, only sighing contentedly to show any sign of having heard me. Paris’s silky chocolate hair covered her face. How good she looked with my cock pushing against her cheek couldn’t distract me, so that was good.
Looking into the rear-view mirror, I confirmed Liv and Dove were still asleep. Feeling like we were the only two in the car for a moment, I started to push my hips up into Paris’s face, giving her a little more to suck on. I couldn’t do as much as I wanted to while driving. Fucking her stunning face until she gagged sounded perfect, but I was under strict orders to keep us on the road.
Having these girls take cheap shots, taking every opportunity to out-slut each other with me as the target was fucking great. I’d never had an actress’s spit gather on the lap of my jeans while driving before. Given that I was on my way to a romantic chateau with them, each of them having plans to do more shit like this, made it even better. This was a goddamn fantasy coming true.
Paris let herself off of me with a pop and wasted no time, dragging her tongue all over my length as she breathed in through her nose. She pushed spit between her lips and continued to move it up and down, giving me a sloppy B.J. as I kept driving, even with our friends behind us.
I risked a look down at her, and she had moved her hair over to look up at me with a seductive side eye that was enough to make me groan.
“Cum all over my face please, Forrest? I want to leave it there so Dove and Liv see it when they wake up. They need to learn that if you snooze, you lose. The early bird gets your worm,” she joked. Her hand was rapidly shuttling up and down my length, the wet slick of her spit and my precum making it so easy for her, all the while emitting a wet schlicking sound.
My hips were bucking lightly with my permission, though they didn’t need it. Paris was more than capable of churning semen right out of my balls, and she tittered victoriously as she watched my cock twitching in her grasp.
“I just wish I could get to your balls easily. You deserve a girl that’ll get nasty all over them, and boy, I’m her,” she promised as she went back down, all the way down. Her face pressed against the rough denim of my jeans as she gurgled and sputtered, deep-throating me like a fucking pro.
With one hand still on the wheel, I pulled her hair and yanked her off of my straining cock. She knew immediately why. Paris cackled like a horny pixie as she jacked me off with lightning speed. Her eyes widened when she saw my vein pulsing, witnessed how quick my dick was twitching.
She had just enough time to close her eyes, open her mouth and stick her tongue out like a trained whore as my cock erupted in her hands. Paris’s hand worked the bottom half of my shaft hard and fast so she could direct the sperm geyser to coat her face and not cover her hand. All of my load except the very last dribbles went onto her magazine-pretty face.
She accepted I was empty and stretched her throat over me one more time to make sure none went to waste. Paris swallowed down the last little bit of it and she hummed contentedly. She showed me no mercy until I was once again flaccid in her mouth.
Paris sat back up and ran her finger around her shiny lips and then sucked on the digit. Letting out a happy little sigh, she said, “That was easily the best on-the-road breakfast I’ve ever had. Thank you, Forrest.” The woman acted like I had brought her eggs and bacon in bed instead of what really happened; she fished me out of my pants and wrangled her own damned breakfast.
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It couldn’t have been a whole 10 minutes after Paris sucked me off and blew me all over her face that I pulled the van in front of the Holt Family Lodge.
“Hey girls, we’re here!” Paris called to the back seat. Just like she wanted, my cum still decorated her face.
Olivia rubbed her eyes and then rapidly blinked. “Paris, is that… Jesus Christ girl! Are you serious?” I couldn’t tell if how opportunistic Paris was actually shocked Liv, or if she was genuinely upset. “You are such a fucking whore.”
Dove finally woke up, and she just smiled once she saw the evidence of what had happened. “Gotta get up pretty early if you want to beat the queen.”
Paris smiled proudly and folded her hands under chin like she was posing for a photo. “Do you like it? I think Forrest’s cum is a perfect contrast for my skin tone.”
“Hold that pose,” Liv ordered. She took out her phone and snapped a picture and then sent it to the group chat we had started to organize this trip. “I think we should document every time one of us makes Forrest cum.”
“That’s a lovely idea,” Dove agreed. “Is it a point scoring kind of thing? Are we keeping points?”
“Excuse me,” I interrupted. My eyes bounced back and forth between Paris, Dove and Olivia like a ping-pong ball while they discussed how the game should be decided. “May the stunt cock speak?”
The girls froze and an apologetic look made Olivia’s heart-shaped face drop. “Oh my God, Forrest. I’m sorry. We didn’t even include you while we got lost in arguing.”
Dove’s expressive eyes took in the almost forlorn look in my face. “We’re being shitty, Forrest. I’m sorry. What’s on your mind?”
“I’m more than excited to be the object of your desires this weekend. It’s flattering and extremely hot. You all have a lot to sexually offer, but as far as if I’d date any of you… it’s Liv.” I expected that to kill the party right now.
They shared a look with each other and then focused back on me. “Does that mean only Liv gets to fuck you this/ whole weekend?”
I blinked a few times. “Um… I don’t-I’m not sure.”
Dove and Paris turned to Liv, seeing if she’d have anything to weigh in since I already chose her. She was my oldest and closest friend. They just weren’t my Liv, despite being skilled lovers and fantastic women.
Liv chewed her lip for a second. “Forrest, how do you feel about sport fucking them but being mine?”
“Is that a real offer?” I was floored. “You want to share me with Dove and Paris?”
“Well yeah,” Liv laughed. “This weekend would kind of be a bummer. We all had our hearts set on this sexy competition to see who could fuck you best. That still sounds fun. I just want you no matter the outcome.”
“No, that sounds great.” Paris nodded excitedly, my cum still on her face.
“That seems like a really fun weekend,” Dove concurred. “We all get to enjoy hot, nasty weekend getaway sex, and Liv and Forrest still get their destined sweethearts and all that shit.”
“If we’re all in agreement, who would I be to say no to that?” My cock and I had a long weekend ahead of us.