This is a work of erotic fantasy, so there’s quite a lot of sex. However, there isn’t sex happening in every chapter. There are many passages that include setup, character development, and all that boring stuff which makes the sex that much more meaningful when it finally happens. I know not everyone cares about backstory or getting to know the characters, so each chapter which does have sex in it also has a heart following its title: ♥

The sex is not intended to be pornographic or paraphilic. It’s just the kind of stuff that happens between people, though sometimes in somewhat unusual situations. This includes threesomes and groups, intimacy taking place among people under the age of eighteen (with no one over eighteen present), same-sex partners, and scenes involving brother-sister incest. If you live in the kind of world where you believe those sorts of things never happen, or should never happen, you’re both (1) welcome to stop reading now; and (2) not even remotely in touch with reality in any way at all.

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Kaeleigh Goes All the Way

Book 2: 2024 • Part III: Brushes with Divinity

2. Luke Uses Both of His Penises ♥

The party petered out not too long after Lana and Kaeleigh agreed to the terms for the threesome. Luke took a few more turns on the floor with everyone from their table, and then they gaggled into the limo, laughing and warm and happy. Even the earlier sourness Lana felt, thinking about all those dry uptight Republican gullies in the crowd, was gone. “Thanks again for joining us,” Marta said to her as the long low car glided smoothly from the curb. It was an eMoto, so its electric drive was soundless. It was like floating.

Lana was floating a little too. “It was entirely my pleasure. Thanks for accommodating me. And thank you, Luke, for inviting me.”

“We’re glad you came,” he said. Kaeleigh nodded, her eyes bright.

Rachael and Nadia seemed a bit lit up, too. They were sitting quite close together, hand-in-hand, their fingers laced. “So … your place, or mine?”

Nadia thought about it. “Well, your place is closer.”

“Yeah, but you’re nearer the mosque. Don’t you go on Saturdays?”

“That’s the Jewish people you’re thinking of. We do our gig on Friday afternoons.”

“Oh, I see, so you’re ready to start a whole new week of sin?”

“Quite,” Nadia said.

“My place it is, then.” They kissed.

Marta thumbed a button by her armrest. “Robbie, honey?”

“Yes?” came the driver’s voice.

“Rachael’s first, please.”

“You got it.”

“Thank you.” She released the button and turned to Lana. “He’s such a doll. Puts up with dragging women of questionable salvation all over town, and never a complaint.” She looked across at Rachael. “And I guess this is the last shindig of its kind you’ll be attending as talent. I’m really going to miss you, honey.”

“I’m looking forward to getting my doctorate,” Rachael said. “But I’m really going to miss you too. All of you. And everyone at work. And the work itself.”

“There are a few decent houses here and there,” Marta said. “And if you get on at Nordolex, Waite-McAllister’s practically across the street.”

“I know, and that’s a factor,” Rachael nodded. “One of the things I’ve been thinking of is their product-demo videos. They’re always happy to get new talent to work in them, and I wouldn’t mind the sideline.”

“Oh, you’d be great in those,” Kaeleigh said.

“Thank you. Not the kind of thing I’d be likely to do with Novo Nordisk or Merck.”

“Plus, it could get you on in regular roles at W-M, maybe,” Luke said.

“No sex? Where’s the fun in that?” They all giggled.

“It’s not no sex,” Nadia said. “It’s just that sex isn’t everything their movies are about.”

“Oh, that’s how they run ninety minutes.”

“Now now,” Marta said. “You’ve been with Luke before.”

“I’m pretty sure we all have,” said Kaeleigh. “You can tell by the way we all walk kinda funny.”

“We sort of have a ninety-minute feature now,” said Luke. “Since we finished the last scene Wednesday. Once it’s all up, you know. Plus there’s gotta be, what, a hundred hours of Nadia?”

“That’s more episodic than having an actual arc, though,” said Lana. Luke had filled her in on his scenes with Marta. She’d seen the first two already, and was — like a couple million other PGP subscribers — all but drooling for the final installment. “Plus, there are different Nadias.”

“We blatantly stole a leaf from Doctor Who on that one,” Marta said. “I’m still shocked the BBC hasn’t sued.”

“Oh, but she doesn’t regenerate,” said Nadia. She’d never actually played the title role in the Chronicles, but that was show biz. “It’s a faulty Clonenator. Plus, the stuffed shirts at the Beeb would have to admit they were watching American porn, oh my, what-ho.”

“And it does make for a hot scene each time she steps out of the tube,” said Rachael, “all naked and glistening and wet with Clonenator goo, and she starts exploring her ‘new’ body. That’s something I can’t imagine David Tennant doing.”

“God, I can,” said Kaeleigh. Lana laughed and high-fived her across Luke. She nestled up against her husband. “What do you say, Doctor? Feel like showing Rose and Martha how to use your sonic screwdriver tonight?”

“Nerds,” Luke said. They giggled as he put his arms around their shoulders. “Besides, I’m more a Captain Jack type. Less inscrutable weird alien, more sexy.”

“No, you have the inscrutable and weird part down too, babe.”

“Please. I’m an open book. A weird book, maybe, but I’m scrutable.”

“You do have a bit of John Barrowman vibe to you, though,” Lana said. “You fill out a tux like an advertisement.”

“How is it you haven’t done a Nadia yet? Rachael said to Kaeleigh. “I think you’d have a blast.”

“I love the Nadias,” she said. “I love the way Nadia and her gang always help people overcome their troubles, and come over each other. But I really think of me as more the villain type. Like the female Master, but maybe not as recurrent.”

“Maybe you could be an evil empress,” Luke said, and got his shoulder punched for it. “No, I’m serious. You rule a planet somewhere, you’ve got lots of concubines, only they’re all men, and Nadia arrives, sets them all free, and ultimately convinces you that political subjugation is less satisfying and less stable than full equality.”

“Sure,” Nadia said. “You could be, I don’t know, Queen Traintrella, who lives up to her name every day with a dozen male subjects. All the women and men on her planet adore her, especially the men, and they keep proving their devotion to her, only she doesn’t see she’s exhausting them. Any man who underperforms gets bunged into prison, and by the time Nadia arrives all the men are so afraid of doing something wrong that it’s hard for Traintrella to get what she wants. She’s even hard on the women in her queendom.”

“And then,” said Rachael, “when Nadia et. al. arrive, they’re a threat to her — because more women in her queendom means less men for Traintrella. So she throws them in prison with the men who haven’t quite met her needs. And when she sees how they work together with the men to find mutual pleasure, the light comes on.”

“I like this,” Kaeleigh nodded. “Porn meshing with a teachable moment.”

“Right. No revolution required,” Lana said. “Traintrella’s not stupid, or deliberately cruel. She’s just … she’s never known any other way to be. So she’s watching the prison cams, she learns from her mistakes, she sets all the prisoners free, and finds the lines of men waiting outside her throne room are four or five times longer than they were before, and makes Nadia and her crew honorary members of her court, always welcome to stop by any time and indulge in the pleasures of her world.”

“Which then becomes famous in all the 69 Galaxies as the place to go if you’re looking for a wild weekend,” Nadia said. “Famous, and fabulously wealthy.”

“I really like this,” Kaeleigh said. “It’s subversive.”

“I do too,” said Marta. “I could see that being a two-part story.”

“Plus, maybe Nympha could part with her Penisquid,” Luke said. “As a farewell gift to the queen.”

“Thereby assuring Nympha of her eternal gratitude, and to make some points with her in case they ever come back,” Rachael said, “and leaving her with something to help out when all the men are too pooped to pop, but Traintrella’s still in the mood.”

“No! I love the Penisquid,” Kaeleigh said.

“You’re not alone in that,” said Marta. “It’s still selling like mad on Playthings. It’s the only CG prop in the world that gets fan mail.”

“Fan mail?” said Luke. “Seriously?”

“Oh yeah.”

“Huh.”

“Maybe it could … bud,” said Lana. “That would answer the question of how it reproduces, and Nympha could make her points with Traintrella by leaving the Penisquid’s offspring with her.”

“Let’s float this at the next meeting,” Marta said. “I like everything about it.”

“So do I,” said Kaeleigh, bright red. Traintrella, she was sure, would be a very busy woman onscreen, and there were enough boys in the core talent to make sure she stayed that way.

The car decelerated and pulled up smoothly in front of a small, well-kept bungalow. Rachael and Nadia unbuckled and made to leave. “Thanks for a great night, Marta,” Rachael said, kissing her cheek. “One of these days those Chamber cows will pull their heads out.”

“Mmm. Hopefully before I need to turn up my hearing aid and wipe the drool off my chin. Thanks for coming along, honey. Have a great night.”

“Pretty sure I will.” She got out of the car and smoothed down her teal taffeta skirt, waiting for Nadia.

“Delightful evening with delightful company, as usual,” Nadia said, embracing Marta and depositing more kisses. “Thanks so much, boss lady.”

“It was better for your presence, but it always is.”

With a little wave of her fingers for everyone, Nadia got out too, adjusted her gown, took Rachael’s hand, and walked with her toward the bungalow. Robbie waited until the women were inside, and then they were rolling again. “I believe Lana’s apartment is—”

“Our house, please,” said Kaeleigh.

“Oh?” said Luke.

“Yeah,” said Lana. He studied her, his wife, and smiled, hugging them both closer.

Marta thumbed her button again. “Robbie? We’ll be going to Luke and Kaeleigh’s next, and then I’d like you to drop me off at home.”

“Gladly,” said the speaker.

“Do you have any plans for tonight?”

“Not at the moment.”

“Well, why don’t you and I see if we can do something about that?”

“That sounds like a terrific idea. Thanks, Marta.”

“Right back at you, hon.” She let go of the button again and sighed. “God, I love my work.”

“Your work loves you too,” Luke said.

“Repeatedly.” Marta stretched, her body curving gently in the seat. “I’m just indescribably pleased that the three of you are getting along.”

“I think I am too,” said Luke.

“I’m relieved, as much as anything else,” Lana said. Kaeleigh giggled.

“So what did you have in mind for tonight?” Luke said.

“We’re both gonna use you up,” Kaeleigh said.

“Well, if that’s the way it has to be, I guess I’ll just have to let it happen.”

“Lie back and think of Gallifrey. Lana and I will be with you, but not each other.”

“Got it,” he said.

“Is that okay?” Lana said.

“Of course it is. I get to be with two women I love, in the same room, and I get to show them how I feel. What part of that’s not okay?”

“Well, I, I know men like to watch.”

“Being there is better than watching. Are you sure about this?”

“Yeah, I am,” Lana said.

“All right. You know you can call it off at any time, right?”

“Kaeleigh told me, yeah, but … thanks for saying it too. I feel … I feel good about this. I feel safe.”

“Okay.” Luke kissed her forehead. “Thank you.” He turned to his wife and kissed her brow as well. “And thank you.”

Robbie slowed the car and pulled to a stop. They’d arrived at Luke and Kaeleigh’s house. Lana swallowed as the couple said their good-night’s to Marta, both of them trading I love you’s with her as well. There wasn’t much time left, now, before she’d be inside with them both, and then things would … well, something would happen. She could imagine herself in bed with Luke and Kaeleigh, but it was hard to imagine how it would start.

Lana thanked Marta again for a lovely evening, putting more weight into it than a soirée at a Chamber of Commerce ordinarily deserved. Marta smiled and hugged her, and murmured in her ear. “Congratulations, honey. You’re going to write a brilliant article, I know it, and I know your adventure tonight will be … you’re going to be with two of the very best people I’ve ever known. I admired the hell out of your courage for doing the Café, and it’s gone up another notch. By this same time tomorrow, you’ll be looking back on one of the most joyous and beautiful experiences you’ve ever had.”

“Thank you,” Lana said.

“Nervous?”

“Scared as hell, yeah.”

Marta laughed. “You’ll be fine. I know it. Keep me up to date on the writing, poke me about IT and security if I haven’t got back to you by Tuesday, and please let me know if you have any questions or need any more information or sources, okay?”

“I’ll do that. Thanks.” She released Marta from her hug. “And you have a great time with Robbie.”

“Oh, I will. Just because he’s a limo driver doesn’t mean he can’t handle a stick.” She smiled at Lana’s giggle. “Six speeds, plus reverse.”

Lana stood at the curb. “I … I don’t know exactly what that means.”

“Neither do I,” Marta shrugged. “But it sounded good.” She closed the door, sharing Lana’s laugh, and the quiet car pulled into the quiet night.

Lana took a breath and turned to face the couple standing at the end of the walk to their house. They were holding hands. Luke held out his other hand to her, and she smoothed her dress, took it, and went inside with them.

* * *

How it started was natural, just a domestic scene. Luke and Kaeleigh gave her a quick tour, one that ended in the bedroom. She admired the pretty little lights he’d put up for his wife as they all began undressing, chatting about the evening. Luke took Kaeleigh’s dress from her when she stripped it off — down just to panties of the same purple hue as the sequins — and hung it in the closet along with his tux jacket and pants. While he was untying his bow tie, Lana divested herself of her velvet, baring breasts and simple white cotton undies, saturated with moisture now at her groin. Kaeleigh was wet too, and Luke was showing signs in his boxer briefs, his thick heavy penis firmly erect. He hung her dress up alongside his wife’s, then took off his shirt while Kaeleigh stripped fully, dropped her panties into the laundry basket, and went to start the shower. Luke got naked too, and Lana swallowed hard. She’d seen him like this enough times now that she knew what she’d be looking at, but it was always a good moment when she caught sight of it all over again. She took off her own panties and allowed Luke to lead her by the hand into the bathroom with Kaeleigh.

The whole time, husband and wife kept up their chat about the evening, who was dealing what with whom in the Chamber, the various women he’d danced with, work, and domestic minutiae such as shopping lists. Lana joined in too, particularly when Kaeleigh began bringing up everyone’s dresses and how gorgeous they were, and by the time she was in the shower with them — it wasn’t huge, but could probably fit four people if they were reasonably mindful of their elbows, and was definitely large enough for three — it felt almost completely natural, like any after-party conversation among friends, with the exception being that they were all naked and were going to have sex.

And then, they did.

It began with Luke soaping up Kaeleigh, kissing her and massaging her pert, high breasts, her ass, her mound and labia, while she sighed in pleasure and caressed his rigid penis. She and Lana exchanged places, and he washed her down too, taking away the sweat and aromas of the evening and divesting her of her self-consciousness even as he brought her desire to full radiant life. She felt another hand on him while she was stroking his ready flesh. Kaeleigh was standing behind him, pressed up against his back, and was gently cupping and rolling his balls. She and Lana exchanged a look, and then smiles. It was a partnership. They were both here to take pleasure in the same man, and to bring him pleasure, as well.

Lana rinsed herself off, and then she and Kaeleigh both went to work on Luke, cleaning him everywhere, their hands gliding slowly over his naked body, finding and fondling muscle and desire everywhere on him, while he went back and forth kissing the two of them as they flanked him under the spray. They rinsed off and Kaeleigh and Lana began toweling themselves down while Luke turned off the shower, dried himself, then went into the bedroom.

“Where’s he off to?” Lana said.

“Changing the sheets,” said Kaeleigh.

“Oh. Well … do you suppose he needs help?”

Kaeleigh beamed. “He’s a man. Of course he does. He never gets the corners right.”

They giggled together and went into the bedroom, and yes, Luke did need a little help, both with the sheets and his erection, which had drooped a bit while he went about this considerate little domestic activity for Lana’s sake. He got help with both from both of them, and soon enough they were rolling around on the bed, kissing, touching, being three instead of two. Luke was in the middle and the women took turns alternating between lips and cock, kissing him and sucking him, and when Kaeleigh straddled him to give his penis a hot glossy cameltoe slide, Lana settled over his face to enjoy his tongue and the steamy show. Kaeleigh was as worked up by now as Lana was, and had no trouble coming on her husband’s flesh before she lifted herself up, took him in hand, and guided him into herself. She sank down, her hands on his flanks, and sighed as she began rocking over him, her slim toned body pure grace and beauty.

Lana, meanwhile, was receiving the tongue action she knew and relished so. Luke’s wizardry was always a highlight for her, and he knew it, and despite the distraction of being made love to by the stunning vixen he’d married, he was every bit as capable as he was when they were going one on one. She came, watching Kaeleigh’s deep labia ride up and down on his rigid penis, and watched her have another orgasm on him, her nipples stiffening as she shivered and dappled his abs with her cum. Kaeleigh slipped her fingers around in it, rubbing it into his skin, cooing and murmuring love, and Lana came again, this time adding her own fluids to the art, glistening droplets pattering over his pectorals. She and Kaeleigh both rubbed them in on him, covering his skin with the scent of their pleasure.

“Want to trade places a while?” Kaeleigh said.

“You know it, girl,” Lana murmured.

“Okay.” She uncoupled from Luke, his sex gleaming with her fluids, and moved around so Lana could get into place. Luke, his cheeks wet, watched their bodies move over his, enjoying the show of grace and beauty they were displaying for him, and smiled at Lana when she mounted him and had him. “God, you look good together, babe,” Kaeleigh breathed, and kissed him.

“I can’t believe how lucky I am to know you,” he murmured, then looked up at Lana. “And you.”

Lana smiled, leaned over, and kissed him for a while as she loved him slow; when she sat back up again, Kaeleigh took position over his face. She watched his tongue doing its miracles in her ripe fold, the labia distended and full, and let Kaeleigh watch while she was being fucked, riding his cock boldly and with growing delight. He was doing to her what he always did, with her, with Kaeleigh, with everyone; he was massaging her vulva with his hand, his thumb sure and steady and in all the right places in all the right ways, inner labia, grooves, gentle pressure on her clit, his fingers kneading her mound steadily. She found it easy to come on him, and did, and when Kaeleigh came too, it set her off a second time. She knew exactly what the other woman was experiencing, she’d had the same feelings herself with Luke, and watching it happen live and in person was almost as good as enjoying it herself. She smelled herself in the air, and she smelled Kaeleigh too, the aromas of their lust and heat blending gently into a mist of pheromone and fulfillment.

“I think he’s gonna come soon,” Kaeleigh panted. Luke nodded and went mmm, not breaking his rhythm with either woman. “I want to see him come inside you.”

“Yeah,” Lana nodded, riding his building need. “Yeah, you got it.”

“Okay.” She moved off her husband and licked her juices away from his cheeks, then moved to kneel beside them, masturbating, watching them make love, watching Lana lean in to kiss him again, moving in for the final act, taking herself there, taking him there, while Kaeleigh looked on and enjoyed it all and pleasured herself; and she felt that spike in energy she knew well now, felt his body tense, felt his thrusts rise to urgency and spasms, and then there was that sweet burst of wet heat deep in her flesh, the swell and burgeon of his love flooding her, and she came with it, came with him in the revelry of the sex and the joy of the passion and the thrill of being seen in it all, being seen in orgasm, being seen while the man she loved came in her pussy.

She slowed, moaning, kissing him, murmuring sweet words, hearing him say the same, her body settling as the electric tingle of orgasm gentled into the warmth of afterglow. She disengaged from him and licked his still-hard flesh clean, and Kaeleigh continued watching while Luke ate himself out of her, licking his seed and her cum from her still-tingling vulva. Then he turned his attention to Kaeleigh, starting it off by replacing her hand between her legs with his lips.

His erection remained solid as he ate her out, and Lana leaned over, rolled him partway onto his side, and helped it along further, gently sucking his rigid penis, relishing the topography of his swollen head and the taper of his shaft, listening to the wet sounds of cunnilingus and the gasps and moans of female pleasure, catching the building scent of their love as it floated through the air. She recognized her own sweat and arousal on Luke’s flesh, and his too; the third aroma, of another woman in sexual heat, insinuated itself into her awareness once more, made her own lust rise again. The smell of sex had never bothered her, and tonight it turned her on.

She heard Kaeleigh come, felt her body’s spasms through the mattress, and sat back to watch Luke kiss his way up along her as she writhed in her urgency for him. When he was in place she took him in her hand again, and he slid easily into her gleaming center. She watched his penis vanish into herself, looked him in the eye as he moved up for leverage and began making love to her. They worked together urgently for a while, their bellies slapping together, then slowed to catch their breath and kiss and murmur; and Luke got her to come again, and then she wrapped her arms and legs around him, and it was time. He brought her there with himself, came deep inside her body, as the two of them bucked and heaved and cried out their joy together, their consummation and affirmation beautiful to behold and be a part of.

He eased his wife back to the mattress as they panted, kissing, and went into a brief sixty-nine to clean each other up.

Lana, who had been reclining by them and pleasuring herself to the sights and sounds, smiled at Luke when he lay down again on the mattress, between her and Kaeleigh. “How you doing?” he said.

“I’m doing just great. How about you?”

“I think we’re off to a pretty good start.”

Kaeleigh giggled. “You got that right, babe. God, you two look so hot together I can barely stand it.”

“Us two?” Lana said. “What about you and him? Oh my God it’s so much better to see Luke in action in person.”

“I’m glad you decided to do this with us,” he said, and kissed her. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. But I’m not sure you got as much out of it as you might with a more flexible girl.”

“You kidding? Being with two women I love, remember? Besides, and this may come as a surprise, I’m kind of an exhibitionist.”

“This is my shocked face,” said Lana.

Kaeleigh giggled again. “We both are. We love it when we know people are watching us fuck. It’s one of the things that gets us off when we play All The Way.”

“Oh, well, that makes sense, yeah. I can see how that might add to it for you.”

“You play too?” Luke said.

Lana shook her head. “Kaeleigh told me a little about it.”

“Cool.” He sat up.

“Where you going, babe?”

“There’s Champagne in the fridge.”

“Oh, right on.”

“Are we celebrating something?” Lana said.

“Yeah,” he said, pausing at the door, giving both women a half profile of pure good God that’s yummy. “I got to be with you both, and it’s your first threesome.”

“Plus I got to see you with him again,” Kaeleigh said, sitting up. “C’mon, let’s bust some bubbly.” She held out her hand and Lana took it. “And then, after a little break, we’ll move on to round two and bust something else.”

“What’s round two?” Lana said, going with her to the kitchen/dining.

“More of the same, but slower.”

They cracked the bottle — it was authentic Dom — toasted Lana’s night, and settled down together on the large sofa in the living room. “Usually we like to go up on the roof,” Luke said. He was lying on his back, his head in Kaeleigh’s lap, his legs over Lana’s, and neither woman minded at all the view he presented to them. “But it’s been getting chilly at night lately, and even as good as we are at finding ways to keep warm…” He shrugged.

“On the roof? Aren’t you worried about falling off?”

“There’s a deck on the back-yard side,” Kaeleigh said, sipping her Champagne. “It has a pretty good view of the neighborhood, the city, and the night sky.”

“But … doesn’t anyone ever see you up there?”

“Maybe,” Kaeleigh said. “But if they do, they haven’t called the cops yet.”

“We only go up at night anyway. I mean, to have sex.”

“But sometimes the moon’s out, babe.”

“I don’t think I’d be calling the po-po if I saw something like that happening,” Lana said. She sipped her Dom. It was good, and just the right drink for tonight. Sophisticated, celebratory, and loosening. She felt as good as she had after finishing her Café scene. Better, because she was with good friends, and she knew there’d be more to follow. “I’d probably just get my binoculars, some popcorn, and Luke’s penis.”

“Right here,” he said.

She giggled. “I mean the dildo.”

“Oh, you have one too?” said Kaeleigh.

“You bet I do. But what do you need one for? You got the original model, live and in person.”

“And I don’t even need batteries.”

“I was still back home in Cliveston for a while after he moved out,” Kaeleigh said. “I missed him. So when Marta put a cast of him online at Pretty Good Playthings, he sent me one, and after that I’d fire up a video, lube up Luke Junior, and join in the party. Sort of. It wasn’t as good as having him for real, but it was a damn sight better than nothing.”

“Plus it helped enhance our FaceTime calls.”

“God, did it ever.” She stroked her hand through his spiky hair. “Especially those multi-setting vibrators.”

“Oh my God I love those,” Lana said. “Even if it wasn’t your dick, it would still be my favorite toy. The motor in the shaft hits my G-spot just right, and the one in the root is perfect on my clit.”

“I aim to please,” Luke shrugged. “Just wait for version two. It’ll sync with certain select videos.”

“Oh hell,” Lana said, and fanned herself. “Now if they could only do the same thing with a robot tongue.”

“You liked Luke long before you did your Café with him, huh?” said Kaeleigh, topping off her glass, filling up the others’ as well.

“There was just something about the way he worked it,” Lana sighed. “Not just that red-hot bod, and not just that handsome face or bedroom grin, and not just that tower of power of his. The way he looked at the girls, the way he was just totally in love with them, no matter who it was, every time he did a scene. I’ve been with seventeen — well, eighteen, now — boys and men, and I’d be watching those scenes and thinking, God, if a man ever looked at me that way while he was making love to me…” She shook her head. “And then … well, there I was with him, for real, and he was looking at me that way.”

“Is that why you decided to let him come inside you?”

“Yeah. I wanted to feel it. I wanted the whole experience. And I got it, oh good God did I ever, and the best part is … I still keep getting it, because you and he are open, and I know I’m pretty much the luckiest horny bitch on the planet.” She sampled her Dom again. “I asked him about that, about how and why it was always so good with him, and not just for me, but for everyone in all his scenes.”

“Oh yeah?” said Kaeleigh.

“Uh-huh. He told me about Hera, how every woman he’s with is Hera, and for him sex is worshipping a goddess, except you, you’re … oh, hell, the sister of Ares, or Mars, depending on whether you’re looking at the Greek or Roman version.”

“Eris,” Kaeleigh said, and sipped. “Discordia, to the Romans. Some think of her as a goddess of chaos. Luke and I think she’s more of a trickster, a troublemaker. She plays pranks, she fucks with people’s lives, but there’s always a purpose or a lesson behind it. It’s not just random destruction for the sake of it, but I guess it can look that way if you’re an uptight asshole.”

“Like the Native American stories of Coyote?”

“Yeah,” Luke said. “But with Eris, the doggy-style isn’t literal.”

“Sure it is,” Kaeleigh said. He snorted. “There’s not much Greek or Roman canon behind Eris,” she went on. “She’s not as … completely chronicled as Hera, or Aphrodite, or any of the other big g’s in the pantheon. So we’re kind of free to decide what she’s like, and when Luke and I started seriously looking into her, he and I both kind of looked at each other and said yeah, Eris, for sure.”

“It was the golden-apple story that really did it, I think,” he said.

“The…?”

“You tell it, Kay. You’re better at it.”

Kaeleigh sipped her Dom. “Well, the goddesses were getting ready for the wedding of Helen one day. This would be that Helen, the one immortalized by a thousand ships and a condom brand. It was gonna be a big to-do, all the ancient Greek mucky-mucks were going to be there, and there was nothing goddesses loved more than pageantry, so they all just had to go, dressed in their finest gowns and olive laurels, of course.

“They were gearing up for it, all doing what goddesses and vain women do, trying to show off their dresses, fishing for compliments, quietly dissing each other. ‘Does this dress make me look fat?’ ‘Not that dress, dear,’ and so on. Only Eris wasn’t there. They’d snubbed her, she wasn’t going to the wedding, because she was kind of the … the pesky kid sister, the troublemaker, the brat, and no one wanted her tagging along.

“So what she did to get back at them for the bitchery was create an apple of pure gold, and she inscribed the word kallisti on the side. Kallisti means, roughly, for the most beautiful. Then she made the apple appear in the middle of the room where the other goddesses were. They all caught sight of it at once, and each goddess decided it was intended for her and her alone, and they started arguing over it, and pretty soon it turned into an Olympic catfight. Hair-pulling, screeching, cussing, curses and smitings and lightning bolts and the works. By the time they were done fighting they’d shredded each other’s gowns, their hair was a mess, and they’d missed the wedding.”

“And the moral of the story is…” said Luke.

“Don’t snub your kid sister because you think she’s a brat,” Kaeleigh said.

“Yup. Especially if she’s smarter than you are.”

“So Luke and I figure Eris is the best match for me.”

“You don’t seem to be much of a troublemaker, though,” Lana said.

“I’m not, with the people I love.”

“But she can be,” Luke said. “Believe me.”

“Of course she can. She’s a woman and a goddess.”

“Same thing,” he said.

“I’m going to say something,” Lana said, “that I’ve rarely said to a man, because I’ve rarely had reason to, and I don’t want it to go to your head. You’re right.”

“See? I knew there was a reason to celebrate.” He sipped his Champagne. “First time I’ve heard that from a woman in … oh…”

“Ass,” Kaeleigh said.

“You’re right.” He tapped glasses with her, both of them chuckling.

“Why Hera?” Lana said.

“Huh?”

“For your go-to goddess when you’re worshipping. I was thinking about it a while ago, but somehow I got distracted and forgot to ask. Funny how that always seems to happen to me when you’re around. Why Hera? I would’ve expected Aphrodite, maybe.”

“Oh. Well … Aphrodite, yeah, she’s about the romantic love and sex and erotic feelings, yeah. But Hera, she’s more about…” He fell quiet for a few moments, thinking, absently swirling his Champagne and watching the bubbles. “Hera’s about the woman herself. The whole woman, not just the sexy parts, but about what it is to be a responsible and developed person, who has a boiling sexuality like all women do, but who’s also … mature, you know, emotionally and psychologically stable, intellectually balanced.”

“Oh,” she said. “So for you it’s about more than the pussy.”

“I think we knew that,” Kaeleigh said.

“Yeah, we did, but … you chose Hera when you were how old?”

“Sixteen.”

“Huh. Whole relationships have meant that much to you for that long?”

“Yeah. She’s the goddess of women and marriage, which implies a, a deeper set of feelings than just hurr hurr, you make me horny, and … yeah, I liked that aspect of her, because I don’t see girls that way.” He looked up at his wife, then back at Lana. “I stopped seeing them that way when I was a freshman, when I started playing All The Way, because the game … it’s about fucking, but it’s also about respecting your partners, and that means going deeper than ooo, nice tits.”

Lana gaped at him. “You started playing that game when you were fourteen?”

“I think I’ve mentioned, in the past, that I’ve been insanely lucky.”

“You did,” she nodded. “You did.” She studied his body, lying before her on the couch, nude and delicious, his head resting in Kaeleigh’s lap. “And you’re right. You have been. But I can tell you work for it, too.”

“Yeah, I’ve been on the fitness train since middle school. I felt like it was one of the things I was really good at, better than algebra, anyway, and I had … frustrations to work out.”

“Well, it’s more than your body. You’ve put in serious work on your sexual technique, too, but … I think you’ve done a lot of work on the inside too. And that’s what really makes the difference.”

“Yeah,” Kaeleigh said. “You’re not like the other guys, babe. If you were, I wouldn’t be here, and I’m pretty sure Lana wouldn’t be, either.”

“Definitely not.”

“Jeez,” Luke sighed. “Usually I’d make a crack about my ego, but … thanks. Both of you. So anyway, I really went with Hera because … uh, Aphrodite’s the goddess of fucking. Which is fine, I mean, no disrespect intended to her. Casper, that friend I told you about, the one who got me into goddesses in the first place … when he’s worshipping, he’s working with Aphrodite, and it obviously works for him. But fucking … that’s easy to get. The love of a woman … you have to work for that. You have to earn it.”

“It’s the stuff you have to work for that’s worth keeping,” Kaeleigh said. “I had to work on Luke a little before I got him. Well, and on myself, too. Neither one of us was sure we wanted a relationship. But we decided to give it a try, and … well, here we are.”

“Were you always Eris for him?”

“Huh-uh, not at first. But I read a little about her in a mythology book, and we got to talking, and Luke tried it that way. It seems to work a lot better for both of us. He related to me better, and … when we’re deep in it, I think sometimes I can feel her in me. Like there’s a part of her just … watching it all, and experiencing it, and she’s … she feels different than I do, in myself. She feels … old, ancient, but not like a, a crone. More like she’s seen a lot of things, and there’s a lot she could do or say that’d be funny, but with a real mean streak too. Only she doesn’t act up, because Luke’s there, worshipping her, in me. And it makes her happy to see what he does for me. That all sounds … kinda crazy, but…” She shrugged. “When I make love with Meilin, she says she gets the same thing, because … well, for me, she’s also Eris. So she and I have … either a gestalt between us, or we’re sharing each other’s hallucinations.”

“So … when you make it with her, she’s Eris, but so are you?”

“I know it sounds a little incestuous,” Kaeleigh giggled. “But it’s also kinda hot. I really do feel her, and Meilin does too.”

“I think I know what you mean,” Lana said. “It’s not crazy. Or, if it is … we both are. I think … sometimes, I think I can feel a goddess in me too, when Luke’s … yeah. I don’t know if it’s Hera. I don’t really know much about her. But yeah, I feel like I’m … in touch with something old and powerful and huge, something that could really be devastating if it got pissed off, but it recognizes his … his worship, and it loves him for it. I mean, I do too, of course. But I don’t know if it’s just a part of my own personality — I can be a real hellcunt when I want to be — or if it’s … well, someone else, dropping in for a visit.” She sipped from her glass. “I didn’t know you were that serious with Meilin. I mean, I know you’ve done a couple of Pinks with her, but you’re seeing her pretty regularly now, is that it?”

“Yeah. It kind of caught us both by surprise. We’re … pretty damn deep in love, though.” She sighed. “Life is just so weird. It keeps throwing unexpected things at you. Or mine does, at me, anyway. I think that’s another aspect of Eris, manifesting in my life through me. Which is also crazy, I know.” She shrugged. “But then, so is Eris a little, and so is Meilin, a little. But I can say for sure that if I didn’t have Luke in my life, I’d probably be with Meilin full-time.”

“It may be crazy, or not,” Luke said. “When I started with the goddess worship thing, it was more than half a joke, with just enough curiosity for me to keep going with it. I really did not expect the kind of results I got. I just know how I feel when I’m doing it, and I know that … well, before I tried Eris with Kay, I, uh, well, I kinda … cleared it with Hera first.”

“You … what?” Lana said.

“I asked permission. I didn’t want to run into … jealousy, so I sort of … asked her, in my mind, if it was okay to, to pull Eris in instead.”

“You asked for Hera’s permission?”

“I know! Some crazy made-up idea, right? And me not wanting to insult a figment of my imagination, which is nuts. I know. But, well, Lana, after making love with Hera for months through other girls, I didn’t want to take a chance. There are people out there who work with magic, as in the stuff with spells and things, not rabbits out of hats … and a lot of them believe sex magic is some of the most powerful stuff you can do. And it was working so well, I didn’t want to take a chance on … on pissing off Hera or anyone else. But I kinda got the message it was okay to … broaden things a little, so I did, and it felt … like Kay said, it felt a lot more natural with her. There was more of a connection. So with her and me, it’s been Eris ever since. I guess that’s why there’s more than one goddess. You go with the one that’s the best match for whatever situation you’re in.”

“And Hera’s still cool with that?”

“She’s a great goddess. And by she, I mean you.”

“I know it, white boy. It’s lucky for you that you know it too.” She sipped at her Dom. “She was married to Zeus, wasn’t she?”

“That’s what they say, yeah.”

“But isn’t Zeus her brother?”

He was quiet for a moment. Kaeleigh was smirking at him. “Well, you know how the gods are. If they’re not turning into swans and accosting queens, they’re humping their sisters.”

“True. But I know if I had a brother like you, I’d be breakin’ me some laws pretty regularly.”

Kaeleigh giggled. “Seriously?”

“Yeah,” Lana said.

“But people would freak out if they knew.”

“Not me, I guess,” Lana shrugged. “I guess it’s easy for me to say, because I’m an only child. Maybe if I had an actual brother and had to think about actually fucking him, I’d see it differently. But I know those kinds of things happen sometimes, and I doubt it’s the way a lot of people think it is, like he’s pushing her into it, or it’s a kind of sex abuse. It’s possible, I know it’s possible because I’m right in the middle of an example of it, for people to get involved in things that a big chunk of the world thinks are wrong, but they love it, they love the life they have, they’re balanced and well-adjusted people, and right or wrong, they love the ones they’re with.”

“Oh, shit,” Luke groaned. “Now I have that Teem Creen cover running through my head.”

“Sorry.”

“No you’re not.”

“No, I’m not. Anyway, you hear about sibling couples that get found out and busted, and the thing is, some of them have been lovers for years. Like that one couple from Germany who met as adults after they’d been split apart as infants, didn’t know who they were to each other, and not only fell in love, but had kids together. Turned out they were full-blood siblings, and the law came down on them — that’s actually a little surprising, since Germany’s pretty liberal about sex — but they got back together again. That doesn’t sound like a damaged relationship to me. It sounds like a committed one. I’ve seen amateur sextapes done by sibling couples, and it didn’t look like they were damaged either.”

“You … you have?” Luke said.

“Yeah, there’s all kinds of stuff out there, and I’ve been doing a lot of research for my article. Of course, some of that research was happening long before I decided to major in journalism. Funny how things work out sometimes.” She laughed along with Luke and Kaeleigh. “Anyway, yeah, I’ve seen it, and I didn’t see anything really troubling happening. I guess some people get off on it, and I guess if I were ‘normal’ I’d have to be revolted, but I wasn’t. It was just a couple of people having sex, to me. I didn’t see any … no one was being forced into anything at all, and I would’ve had to try to read something into it if it was supposed to be disgusting, because it wasn’t. It was just sex, like … like how it is anywhere else, when a man and woman realize they’re in love, and act on it. And I just can’t believe love is ever wrong.”

“But I’ve heard about times when it was, you know, an older brother, and he sort of forced his sister to do it,” Luke said. “What about that? I mean, isn’t that why incest is illegal, to keep that kind of stuff from happening?”

“Yeah,” Kaeleigh said. “Or like a guy fondling his daughter or his niece or something.”

“I know there’re a lot of stories about girls who were molested by an older brother or a parent, and that’s a terrible thing, but I think it’s also a different thing. Any time anyone is molested, it’s rape, regardless of who’s doing it. But we don’t say that people who get together and have sex because they want to are raping each other. We understand there’s a difference between rape and having sex. And the videos I saw were not recordings of rape, regardless of what the law might want me to believe. Those people wanted to be together.

“So I just don’t think it’s right to tar everyone with the same brush, to pretend or behave as though all cases of incest are abuse. Rape is already illegal. I’m not sure incest should be, because it’s hard for me to automatically believe it’s rape, except in the big stories they splash all over the headlines for weeks. And I know how the news operates. Those are not representative samples of human behavior, any more than rape outside the family is normal human behavior. The media never reports on ordinary activities. No one would care. It wouldn’t be news.”

“It’s hard to believe they’re all like that, yeah,” Kaeleigh said, stroking her husband’s hair.

“Just the ones you hear about,” Luke said. “I bet you’re right, Lana. There’s probably a lot more of it going on than most people think. So either there are a lot of really hurt people out there hiding a … a dirty little secret, or maybe it’s … just not like the stories in the news, most of the time. Whatever it is that brings them together, maybe they both really want to be, and they’re both happy about it. They’re not … damaged people. They’re just in love.”

“Or they’re horny,” Kaeleigh said, “and they decide to fuck someone they know for sure they can trust. Or maybe all that drive-each-other-crazy stuff is really about some kind of latent attraction, and sometimes, that’s what ends up coming to the surface. In the first case, it’s more like friends with benefits. In the second, well, shit, there’s hundreds of romantic comedies all about exactly that kind of story. And we don’t call it rape in those cases, either.”

Lana was nodding. “Right, which suggests to me it’s another case of a stereotype, like the one you and Luke have to deal with from some people, that porn stars are fundamentally immoral or somehow … stained, or tainted. And I know what it’s like to be on the bad end of a stereotype. I know how infuriating it is to feel like I have to defend myself against prejudices, to fight a negative image that’s fed by a media machine that panders to the entitled and the majority, stoking their moral outrage until it’s pretty goddamned immoral. I know it as a woman, and as a black woman.” She patted Luke’s leg. “Anyway, so yeah, it’s all just theory for me, but if you were my brother, I’m pretty sure I’d still be fucking you.”

“If I were your brother, our parents would have some splaining to do.”

“Maybe you were adopted.”

“Well, then it’s not incest.”

“Oh yeah. Lucky for us, I guess.”

“I suppose I’d probably be fucking you too, if you were my brother,” Kaeleigh said.

“Well, yeah, but you’re a sex maniac. Not that I’m complaining.”

“Me? What about you?”

“I’m a guy,” he shrugged. “Like Gaga said, I was born this way.”

“Okay, that’s fair. But if I was your sister, would you still want to bone me?”

He looked up into her eyes for several moments. “Yeah. I would.”

Kaeleigh giggled. “Perv.”

“You wouldn’t want me any other way.” They tapped glasses and drank.

“So this round two,” Lana said. “What were you thinking it would involve?”

“Anything you’re up for,” Kaeleigh said. “We can do what we already did, we can throw in more oral or sixty-nining, whatever. Here, or in bed again, or in the kitchen/dining … really, Lana, whatever you’re in the mood for, we’re good to play with you.”

“What, no butt play?”

“It’s not high on my personal list,” Kaeleigh said. “But if you’re into it, I’m pretty sure Luke could manage something.”

“You like it?” he said.

Lana shrugged. “I’ve done it a few times. If the guy’s doing it right, yeah, it can be pretty good. I know it feels good for him, and with a nice deep drive with a reach-around, yeah, I can get off pretty hard.”

“It does feel pretty good,” Luke said. “It’s … tighter.”

“And we do have lube,” Kaeleigh said. “And wipes, for after.”

“You sure it’s okay?” Lana said.

Luke and Kaeleigh exchanged a look. “Sure,” he said.

“All right. Let me go take care of some business in the bathroom first, and then … well, if you’re ready, I mean…”

“We’ll meet you in bed in five,” Luke said, sat up, and kissed her.

* * *

Lana took care to prepare herself as much as she was able, internally and externally, voiding first and then washing. There was always residue, but with a little preparation, it could be kept to a minimum. When she left the bathroom and made her way down the hall, she found Luke and Kaeleigh in bed already, sitting up and kissing. They’d retrieved a bottle of water-based lube from a nightstand, and there was a small packet of Intimates wipes near a pillow. They were designed specifically to be flavor- and aroma-free, wouldn’t irritate even the most sensitive skin, and were loaded with the same anti-sperm and -STD bacteria as everything else Nordolex made. “Ah, our guest of honor has returned,” Kaeleigh said, stroking Luke’s penis.

“Honor?” Lana snorted. “I gave that up when I was twelve.”

“I thought that was virtue,” Luke said, getting on his knees as Lana climbed onto the mattress.

“Depends who you ask.” Lana positioned herself in the center of the mattress, on hands and knees. “This good?”

“Yeah,” Luke said, moving around behind her. Kaeleigh handed him the bottle of lube. “I haven’t done this in … what is it, hon, about six months?”

“Something like that, yeah.”

“So I might be a little rusty.”

“I think you’ll get the hang of it fast. Just use a lot of that lube, okay, baby? You’re a big boy.”

“We don’t have to if you don’t want to,” he said.

“I know. Come on, now.”

“Okay,” he said, and began slicking her up, working the slippery fluid all around her dark pucker, then into it with one finger, and a second. “Doing all right?”

“Yeah, I’m fine, baby, and I know that’s not your dick.”

“Just preparing the way.” He dripped more of the glistening fluid over his solid cock, glazing the head and shaft, coating himself liberally in it. He shifted up close to Lana and rubbed his crown over her taut opening. Yeah, he heard her breathe. Kaeleigh smiled at him, at her, playing slowly with her own vulva. “Okay,” he murmured. “Here it comes. I’ll go slow at first.”

Lana nodded, then wriggled a little when she felt him pressing against her, into her a little. “Come on,” she said. “Come on in, Luke.” He pressed again, and she relaxed herself, and felt her body open to him, felt his head probe and glide up past her sphincter. “You got it,” she said. “Go on in the rest of the way now.”

“Oh God,” Luke sighed, sinking into Lana’s tight heat. “Holy shit I forgot how good that felt.” He leaned over her and she craned around, and they shared a kiss. “You doing okay?”

“I’m doing fine, baby. It’s always that first couple inches that’s the hardest, but we’re past that, and I’m doing just fine. Bring it now.”

“Fuck yeah,” he said, cupping her breasts, playing with the nipples, and began moving, fucking her slowly at first, relishing the snug difference between her asshole and her vagina. “God that’s so tight…”

“You’re tellin’ me…” Lana was focused on the invasion, enjoying the way his Coke-bottle shape pushed and released as it slid in and out. Such an odd feeling to have that recurrent fullness there, like she was being emptied and loaded again with a scat that was homesick. It was odd, but she liked the pressure, liked how it felt to have her insides pushed aside to make room for his solid heat, closing again in his wake, and there was a slight echo of it in the walls of her vagina, too. She looked over at Kaeleigh, who was watching again, reclining alongside them, still toying with her pussy. “Hey,” she said. “Where’s his penis?”

Kaeleigh giggled. “Wow, if you don’t know that for sure…”

Lana laughed. “I mean the dildo.”

“Oh.” Kaeleigh rolled over, opened her nightstand, and drew it out. It was exactly like Lana’s, a very realistic-looking copy of Luke’s cock, with the lumps and bumps and veins and shape all just right, the crown colored and textured in the right way, the shaft a clone of the real thing. At the root was a brown horseshoe of artificial pubic hair and an authentically detailed scrotum; beyond that was a handle with two slider switches and a button on it. “Here you go.”

“Is there any cum in it?”

“Not right now. Want me to top it off?”

“Yeah,” Lana panted, rocking slowly as Luke went on fucking her, stroking her pussy while he did it. “Yeah, fill it up with a good big load. A real Luke-sized load.”

Kaeleigh added a generous dollop of synthetic spunk to the dildo’s reservoir, then tapped the button, priming the pump. “It’s all set,” she said, handing over the Boschian dagger.

“Thanks, hon.”

Luke had slowed down, looking on with amused interest. “What’ve you got in mind?”

“There’s a couple boys I did this with who liked it when there was something else in there,” Lana said, taking the lube and slathering the dildo with it. She guided the head against her groove, up to her vestibule, and pushed in. “There.” She slid the synthetic Luke into herself, still filled from behind with the real one, sighing a little as its mass eased entirely into her vagina. “What do you think of that?”

“Whoa,” he said, rocking slowly.

“Feel it?” Lana moved the dildo around some, pulling it in and out slowly, fucking herself with it in counterpoint to Luke’s motions.

“Yeah,” he said. “Holy shit, that’s awesome…”

“What’s it feel like, babe?”

“Just this, this pressure, but it keeps shifting around against me, like it’s … like a massage or something.”

“Good, huh?” Lana said.

“It’s awesome.”

“Mmm. Feels pretty good for me, too. Now tell me what you think of this.” She slid the two switches on the handle upward about halfway, and a quiet buzz began to come from the toy.

“Holy fucking shit,” Luke said.

“Uh-huh. With the help of your robot penis and freshly-charged batteries, I present to you the Amazing Vibra-Hole.”

“Oh my God,” he sighed. “I don’t even have to move.”

“The hell you don’t, cracker. You’re back there for a reason. Now get to fuckin’.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he said, and did. Kaeleigh watched Lana continue to fuck herself with the dildo, using the sliding switches to build the stimulation for herself and Luke, watched Luke’s face as pleasure and surprise and joy flickered across it at the range of sensations he was getting from it all. He was edging, Kaeleigh saw, and Lana had several small cums as it went on. “Jesus,” he panted after several minutes of steady thrusting. “I’m having a hard time holding on…”

“Right there with you,” Lana gasped. “Take us out, baby. Gimme all you got.”

“Whatever you say.” Kaeleigh moved to her knees beside him and kissed him as his motions picked up, his hands still on Lana’s tits, his cock driving hard up into her, while Lana kept at it with the dildo, moving it in and out of herself in time to his actions. When she heard his breathing pick up, heard him start to pant and felt his driving passion build to the climax, she pushed both switches to the maximum, the motors lighting up her clit and G-spot, the vibrations traveling all up the length of the toy and into her body, into Luke. He bellowed in surprise and bliss, and exploded inside her, grounding out a huge charge of orgasmic energy, flooding her with his hot thick product. At the same moment, Lana pushed the button, and the dildo bucked and pumped in her grasp, injecting her with the artificial cum. Luke felt it pulsing, and his eyes flew open in stunned joy.

Kaeleigh gaped in astonishment at the intensity Luke was finding in those final moments, and at the screams of unfeigned ecstasy coming from the woman on her hands and knees before him, one hand working frantically at her groin, the other clenching on the sheets. A freshet of clear fluid gushed from her, soaking into the bedcovers, as she shared the heat with him, writhing back hard and impaling herself on his pulsing mass. Every muscle in her back and shoulders stood out in sharp relief as she came, the orgasm in complete control of her body. For several moments neither of them could move, and then they both broke into finishing howls, their naked bodies spasming in time together, goosebumps on them both, awe on Luke’s face.

Lana took it down slowly, easing back with the vibrators, as Luke shuddered behind her. Both of them were fighting to catch their breath, glistening with sweat. “That’s what I’m talkin’ about,” she panted. “Yeah, boy, that’s what I’m talkin’ about.”

“Oh my God,” Luke murmured. He looked down at his cock, still sunk inside Lana, as though he’d never seen it before. “Oh my … God.”

“We have so got to try that,” Kaeleigh said.

“Fuck yeah,” he nodded, withdrawing from Lana. Kaeleigh handed him a wipe, and he saw to Lana’s needs while Kaeleigh took care of his. There were four wipes in a package, and in the end they used them all, though it probably wasn’t necessary. They were generously sized and made of engineered-plant microfiber, something that felt like silk but was, on the microscopic level, more of a loofah. When they were done cleaning up he flopped back onto the mattress and embraced Lana when she snuggled in for a kiss. “That’s probably the second-most incredible thing that’s happened to me in bed in … oh, about four years.”

“Second-most?” Lana said.

“After Kay being in bed with me every night, yeah.”

“Oh. Well, okay, I guess I can see your point there.” They giggled and she kissed him again. “I’m surprised there’s anything you haven’t done, actually.”

Kaeleigh was still on her knees beside them, holding the dildo like it was a holy relic. “It looked like you cummed about as hard as Marta did that one time.”

“I think I did,” he said. “I’m pretty sure I felt my balls coming out.”

“And it was that good for you too?” Kaeleigh asked Lana.

“Hell yeah, girl. I never fake anything with Luke.”

“Well, no one ever has to. We have really, really gotta do that, babe.”

“Yeah,” he said as Lana slithered off to lay alongside him. They were both quite boneless. “Hell yeah. I just need to refill my fluids. Go and run the garden hose through the window, would you? Just stick it in my mouth on full blast for, oh, an hour.”

Kaeleigh giggled and lay on her side, wielding the dildo. “Good thing I charged this thing up yesterday. But just in case…” She got the charger out of her nightstand and attached it to the dildo’s base, replenishing the batteries in the toy. “Meanwhile, while its charge is building, I think I know how to get yours maxed out again, too.” She began caressing herself with the dildo’s head, spreading her wet while Luke and Lana watched, then eased it into herself by slow gentle strokes, a bit at a time, in a little and back out all the way, in a little more, back out all the way again, until she was using its full, glistening length in her pussy.

Luke reached for it and took over, pleasuring her as she lay beside him and kissed him and played with the real thing, and in a while he was hard again and Lana took a ride, enjoying his actual flesh while he used the copy to satisfy the woman beside him. They went back and forth with each other on kissing him, Lana getting in some tongue action for a while as she fucked him, then Kaeleigh enjoying the same as he worked at her cunt with the toy.

Both of them had several good hard cums (Kaeleigh’s electronically enhanced; he knew how she liked him to use the sliders when she came), but Lana didn’t let him finish in her. She wanted him to save it for Kaeleigh, and not too long after that, she watched him lube up and give it to her, smiling to herself and getting off on it all as she watched these two very experienced porn stars discover something new they could do with one another, something she’d brought to them herself.

After Luke and Kaeleigh recovered for a while, they all got into the shower again, and then it was time for more Champagne, this time accompanied by light snacks in the form of a fruit and cheese plate that Luke made for them, several varieties of cheese including aged Cheddar, gouda, and bleu to complement the Granny Smith apples, grapes, and Valencia wedges, along with salted nuts. Everyone had reasons to celebrate, so it was good there was more Champagne to go around.