Date: Tue, 2 Apr 2019 18:22:29 +0000 (UTC) From: Boy Daddy Subject: BOY DADDY, Pt. 5 "Boy Daddy" -- Badgod69@yahoo.com The following is a work of fiction. It is not based on any real events or people. Please, consider donating to Nifty, and keep porn free. "BOY DADDY", Part 5 We woke up around 8 a.m., both of us messy and smelling like semen and sweat. There was dried cum flecked all over our bodies and faces, and we laughed about it once we got a good look at ourselves. We laid in bed for a half-hour or so, casually stroking our sticky morning hard-ons, talking about the day ahead. "So, where's all the pussy I'm supposed to be fucking this weekend, dude?" Sam asked me. "You have a big night ahead of you, bro," I told him, grinning over the plan I had arranged. "By this time tomorrow you won't be a virgin anymore." "We gonna go to a whore house or what?" "Nah, this will be way better than that. The piece of ass you're gonna get tonight is one of the finest you'll ever have, bro," I said. "She's not just a whore, dude, she's an escort. One of the hottest. And she's coming here, to our room." "She know I'm 15?" he asked me. "Nah. That's what your bogus I.D. is for. For tonight, you're 18. Remember that if she says anything about how young you look. And try to call me by my name instead of always saying `bro' or `dude' while she's around, OK?" "Why?" he asked. "I don't know, it just sounds more mature or something. She thinks you turned 18 yesterday. I told her I'm your brother, and I want to get you laid for your birthday present." Sam nodded and said, "Awesome." The rest of that day passed in a blur of activity. We tripped all over Vegas, seeing the sights, playing the games, exploring the desert's attractions outside of town. We had dinner at a nice restaurant around 5:00 p.m., and were back in our hotel room by 6:45 p.m. When we had settled in, I told Sam he needed to shower for his big night, and to put on clean underwear when he was done. "Most chicks don't get off on guy smells, bro. Bitches like their men to be clean and fresh, so you gotta give `em what they like if you wanna get some pussy." Sam rolled his eyes and shrugged. "Yeah, I figured," he said. We took our shower together. We scrubbed our pits, our balls, our assholes, our feet, everything. When we were through, you'd never have known we had ever smelled anything but clean and fresh. Our dirty swaps and socks were potent and stank up the area where we tossed them. I collected it all and stuffed it into a plastic bag and shoved it in the closet. Room service had been in earlier and used some kind of flowery room spray, so the whole room smelled like it. I hated it, but Sam thought any girl would dig it. I ordered up a few bottles of champagne and some hors d'oeuvre trays for our little party, then set out my bong and a good supply of top-shelf weed while I waited for the refreshments to be delivered to our room. I also laid out a small plate of cocaine and some straws. I wanted everything to be nice and easy for Sam's first fuck, with a few appropriate fuels to give it all a boost. When Sam came downstairs to wait for our guest, I handed him a pill and told him to swallow it. I'd already taken mine. Gulping it down dry, Sam asked, "What is it?" "Molly," I replied. "Just a small dose." "Oh cool, dude!" Sam had never taken it before, but he knew about it. "Now, let's eat some 5150 bar," I said, handing Sam a quarter of the potent Korova pot cookie, before eating my own quarter. "Damn, dude, we're gonna be hella high," Sam laughed. I laughed, too. We both liked getting fucked-up before messing around, but this time we'd be a bit more so. Now we just had to wait for it all to kick in. Shortly before 8 p.m., I went downstairs to meet Vanya, the escort I had arranged all this with. How we met and made our arrangements is a story in and of itself. Briefly, I was introduced to her through a co-worker who recommended her when I told him a bit of what I was planning. Vanya was a part-time, independent escort, not represented by any agency or organization. She was pretty damned exclusive and only agreed to deal with me because my work buddy had put in a good word for me. Vanya was a distant relation of his, apparently. We conducted our business both online through her website and via phone calls. I told her that I wanted to get my virgin 18-year old brother laid for his birthday. Since it would come into play, I also told her that he and I had been sexual playmates for years. This intrigued her, and she told me that she liked clients with a little bit of kinkiness to them. I toyed with the idea of admitting to her I was Sam's father, but then decided against it. In any case, my `brothers' story sealed the deal. I gave her all the details of what I wanted to happen, and then we talked money. When she told me how much her fee would be, I almost swallowed my tongue. But I had earned quite a lot of money by then, and besides, I didn't care how much it cost, so long as Sam got an amazing First Fuck out of it. Once our negotiations were finalized and the financial part was resolved, all I had to do was wait for the big night. Vanya was to meet me in the lobby at 8 sharp, so I only had a few minutes to wait. I left Sam in our room, waiting in suspense. And I wanted the Molly and the 5150 bar to kick in before I brought her to him. Vanya was precisely on time. I recognized her right away. She scanned the lobby quickly but without drawing attention. I gave her a pre-arranged hand wave and she waved back. As she crossed the short distance to where I stood waiting, I could already tell she'd be smoking hot in bed. Sam was gonna love her. She smiled seductively as she reached me and held out her hand for me to shake. "You must be Sam," she purred. I shook her hand and lightly laughed at her mistake, then told her that I was his brother, the one she had negotiated the transaction with. She smiled and shook her head. "You look so young, much younger than your photo. It's hard to believe you're 27. Sam must look like a baby," she laughed. The was a slight accent to her voice. Russian, I thought, or some other Slavic nationality. "He really does. He looks more like 15 than 18. But it runs in our family. Our dad looks very young, too, and he's almost 50. All us guys have baby faces," I said, gazing at her luscious mouth. Dick-sucking lips, grade A. We went into one of the bars and had a drink while we finalized the details of our arrangement. I felt like I was in a spy movie -- everything seemed casual but covert, with a certain amount of speaking in code. After about 15 minutes we were done, then headed to the elevators to go upstairs. I was probably just as excited as Sam must have been at that moment. As we ascended to the sixth floor, I wondered if I had placed the video camera in the best position. I had hidden it near the bed to get a clear view. When I told Sam about the camera, he laughed and called me a Peeping Tom. But he was also excited by the idea of having a permanent visual record of his big night. I intended to film everything that happened. My agreement with Vanya stipulated that the encounter was not to be filmed or recorded in any way, but this was so important an event for me and Sam that I decided to risk it. I told Sam to try to remember where the camera was when the sex started, so as not to miss anything. Vanya and I made easy small talk as we rode the elevator. She really was stunning -- 24 years old, about 5'8", a voluptuous body, fairly long dark blond hair that cascaded around her shoulders, with large, lustrous green eyes. Her tits were full and perfectly proportioned to her body. She was wearing a tight summer dress that looked great on her. This was one sexy bitch. When I opened the door and ushered her in, Sam immediately stood and stared at us with wide eyes, clearly ill-at-ease and awkward. He looked adorable. But he also looked his real age, 15-years old. I was seeing him through Vanya's eyes, a sort of `first look' reaction. What I saw was a handsome kid -- a tousled mop of brown hair that curled loosely at the ends; brown eyes with incredibly long lashes; strong, dark brows; a spray of pale freckles across this nose and cheekbones; a mouth that easily turned into a smile, showing a tiny little chip in one of his front teeth, making him look even younger. Sam was now about 5'6", gangly and on the thin side, but his body was nicely defined, even at 15-years old. I thought he was beautiful. I imagined Vanya did, too. Smiling a shit-eating grin at him, I said, "Vanya, this is my little brother, Sam. Sam, this is Vanya. She's come to take your virginity." We all laughed politely. Sam approached Vanya, and extended his hand for her to shake. "How do you do, it's nice to meet you," he said. He sounded so young! Vanya laughed melodiously. "Why, you're just a little boy!" she exclaimed, somewhat taken aback by Sam's baby face. "You can't actually be 18! Are you, really?" She was looking Sam right in the face. "Yeah, I just turned 18 yesterday," he replied. "Wanna see my I.D.?" he added, pulling out his wallet. "No, no, I'll take your word for it. But, really..." Vanya said. I joined in, sensing that Vanya didn't believe for a second that Sam was 18 years old. "Like I mentioned downstairs, all the guys in our family look hella young. Like down in the bar just now, right?, I get carded every single time I buy alcohol. I've even had trouble getting into R-rated movies sometimes." Vanya just looked doubtfully at me, sizing me up, wondering if I was telling the truth about Sam. "I swear, Sam's 18. I know he doesn't look it. But wait'll you see what he's packing, then you'll know it's true." Vanya smiled, and turned to Sam. "Oh, yes? Is that right, Sammy? Show me what you've got, baby boy," she purred. She reached for Sam's waist and began to open his shorts. Sam blushed scarlet, but helped Vanya get his shorts opened. When he hauled out his half-hard dick, Vanya chuckled and said, "Oh, wow. You're a big boy, Sam. Big and hairy. Yes, that's a man's cock. OK, I believe it. You're 18." Sam stood there, his t-shirt hiked up and his shorts now bunched up below his balls, letting her view him. I noticed his cock was thickening and getting the heavy, bloated look I knew so well. Vanya was definitely turning him on. "OK, bro, you can put it away now," I chuckled, hoping to break the tension. Vanya giggled, and Sam blushed again as he pulled his shorts back up. Then we all sat down, Sam and Vanya on the sofa, me in the armchair across from them. We chatted for a while as Vanya asked us questions about ourselves. "J.J. tells me that you two have played with each other for a long time, is that right?" she asked Sam. Sam just smiled, looked at me, and then shrugged and nodded. "Do you fuck?" I answered first. "Nah, we just jerk-off together." Vanya turned to look at me. "Really? That's all? Just masturbating?" Sam spoke up now. "Yeah, but we're really good at it. J.J.'s real clever and he's taught me a lot. Everything, really. He's awesome." "Have you ever had sex with another boy, Sam?" she asked. "Nah, I'm not into guys! Gross." I pictured Sam with my fingers up his ass, the ecstatic look on his face. But I also knew he was telling the truth. Sam wasn't into guys. Just one guy -- me. My cock thickened in my pants and I had to shift my position in the chair. Vanya turned her face towards me. "Have you, J.J.?" I shrugged, and said, "Nah, not really. I used to let a buddy blow me when I was a kid, but that's about it." There was lots more, but now wasn't the time for it. Vanya smiled and then told Sam to sit closer to her. "I won't bite you, Sammy; not too hard." Sam scooted next to her and then looked at me. I could tell he was a little nervous. I could also see that the Molly hadn't hit him yet, but the 5150 bar was evident in the look of his eyes. "Let's have a drink, and then you two can go upstairs, OK?" I said. I got up and went to the little bar I had set up. "What can I get you, Vanya?" "Nothing to drink for me, thanks. But if I'm not mistaken, that's a dish of coke there, isn't it? I'll do a few lines, if you don't mind." "Be my guest," I said, passing her the plate and the straws. As I poured myself some whisky, I asked Sam what he wanted. As usual, he chose beer. Tossing him one, I moved back to my chair. Vanya snorted two lines and then leaned back against the cushions. She told Sam to put his arm around her, and he quickly did. His face lit up when his skin made contact with her bare shoulders. That was the moment that started it all. Vanya leaned into Sam and placed her hand casually on his thigh and rubbed it slowly. Sam looked down at her hand, then up at me. He was grinning like he was drunk. I laughed softly. "Would you like to kiss me, Sam?" she whispered to him. "Hell, yeah," Sam said. Vanya brought her mouth to his and they kissed long and deep. I felt a flare of something that I guess was jealousy. We had never kissed when we fucked around, though I had always wanted to try it with him. I had watched him make out with girls at lots of high school parties we went to, and I knew he was pretty good at it from the reactions he got from the young bitches. But this was different, because I knew where it was leading. My cock was ramrod hard in my pants and I started squeezing and groping it through the denim. Vanya broke their kiss and looked at me fondling my dick. "Take it out, J.J.," she said as she groped Sam's junk through his shorts. I unzipped my jeans and with a little difficulty pulled out my fully-hard cock, already slick and shiny with pre-cum. "Mmmm, nice. You're really excited, aren't you? Look at how wet you are," she said. "He always gushes out pre-cum," Sam volunteered, a note of pride in his voice. "And he cums like a fire hose," he added, snickering. "Runs in the family, bro, doesn't it?" I said. "Sam's a big shooter, too," I told Vanya. "Oh, good, I like men who can drench me with cum," she sighed. She turned back to Sam and kissed him again. Sam turned his body into hers and nearly climbed on top of her as they kissed. Vanya's hand clutched the back of his head, her fingers entwined in his hair. Instinctively, Sam's hand went for her tits, fondling and squeezing them while their mouths were glued together. I could hear Sam's breathing getting louder under Vanya's murmurs of pleasure. Separating themselves reluctantly, Sam straightened up, leaned back into the sofa, raised his hips, and then shucked his shorts off, revealing his engorged cock clearly outlined under his briefs. Dark spots dotted the front of his underwear, which Vanya touched and lightly tapped, coating her fingers in Sam's slippery pre-cum. "Hey, Vanya -- suck my dick, babe," I said to her. Sam's eyes registered surprise. I hadn't told him we'd be sharing Vanya. When she rose and kneeled before me, pulling my pants and underwear down my hairy legs, Sam sat forward to get a better view. Vanya grasped my cock in her fist and jacked me off a few times before opening her luscious lips and deep-throating my hairy prick. "Oh, hell yeah," Sam whispered. Seeing me get a blow job was a new experience for him. "That's so hot, dude," he added. His eyes were at half-mast now, the pot cookie working its magic on him. He also had the classic stoner smile. I was certainly feeling the effects now, too. Everything was feeling soft and warm and sexy. Sam kept shifting his gaze from Vanya sucking my dick, to my face. When our eyes met, he broke into a huge grin, raised his eyebrows, then nodded and softly laughed. I wanted him to really enjoy what he was seeing, so I stood up and then wagged my hard cock in Vanya's face before thwacking it heavily against her forehead and mouth. Vanya grabbed my dick and rubbed it through her hair, against her cheek, all over her face. Then she nosed under my hairy nuts and inhaled. "Your balls smell so masculine," she burbled from between my legs. Sam was crawling out of his skin. She backed off my dick, stood up and took me by the hand. "Let's all sit on the sofa," she said, leading me over to Sam, placing herself between us. Once we were seated, Sam took the initiative and pulled his briefs down to his ankles, then kicked them off. Now fully exposed and completely hard, Sam's hairy prick and roiling balls were an impressive sight. Vanya told him to spread his legs and lean back, then lowered her head over Sam's crotch. I couldn't take my eyes off her as she skillfully licked his shaft and swirled her tongue all around his cock head. Pre-cum coated her lips, making them shine like lip gloss. As Vanya bobbed her head up and down my son's dick, Sam and I locked eyes and smiled like two lechers. I reached up under her dress and rubbed her pussy through her panties. She gave a nice little squeal of pleasure. My fingers came away moist with her heat. I smelled my fingers and then offered them to Sam to smell. Eyes aflame, he sniffed my fingers and then licked them. I groaned loud and he forced Vanya off his dick and down onto my cock. Vanya worked her magic on my dick, sending spasms through my body. Again, Sam and I watched each other's faces, and it was as if we could feel what the other was experiencing. The Molly was kicking in. I could tell just from looking at him that Sam was beginning to feel the effects. When Vanya sat up from blowing me, she rose and asked Sam to unzip her dress. Sam stood and unzipped it, then helped her take it off. She was wearing tiny, lacy panties and her bra barely contained her tits. Sam unhooked her bra and tossed it onto the armchair across from us. Then he knelt as he hooked his fingers into the waistband of her panties and slid them down her legs. Stepping out of them, Vanya rubbed her pussy and spread herself open a bit. "You like my pussy, Sammy?" she asked him. "Mmm-hmm," Sam growled back. "You're so fucking hot, Vanya," he said. "Ooh, you make me so wet, baby," she giggled. "Kiss my pussy, Sammy, lick my cunt." That was too much for me. I knew if I watched Sam eat pussy, I'd lose it and cum on the spot. "Go upstairs and get comfortable," I told them. I just couldn't wait any longer for Sam's First Fuck. Vanya took Sam by the hand and led him to the stairs. She was naked; Sam had his socks and t-shirt on. I was still sitting on the sofa with my pants around my ankles, hard cock pulsing and dripping, my arms spread across the back of the cushions. Halfway up the stairs, Vanya said over her shoulder, "See you soon, J.J." Sam turned to look at me and silently mouthed "WOW!", goofy grin on his face, eyes shining with drugs and excitement, cock hammer-hard. I winked at him, our signal for reminding him to turn the camera on without letting Vanya know. He nodded and smiled at me before racing up the remaining stairs. I could hear everything they said and did, since it wasn't an actual enclosed room upstairs, but more of a balcony. A waist-high wall was all that separated it from downstairs. I heard them flop on the bed, then sounds of working mouths, wet and sloppy. Vanya was soon squealing and gasping and moaning. I knew that Sam was eating out his first pussy and was damned good at it, from the sounds I was hearing. I knew his face would be shiny with pussy juices, and he'd smell delicious. The noises alone were driving me crazy with the need to shoot my load, but the images that swirled through my over-heated brain got me up off the sofa. Pants still around my ankles, I shuffled over to where Vanya's panties lay, picked them up, and then went back to the sofa. I sat down and sniffed the undies until I found the right spot and could smell Vanya's cunt. Oh, sweet Jesus, it was heavenly! With only a couple dozen swift strokes, I could feel my nuts ready to explode. I held Vanya's panties directly in front of my cock and spewed great ropes of jizz all over the front of them. When I was done shooting, I cleaned off the mess on my hand and slimy dick on the back of the panties. I wanted Vanya to feel my cum on her ass and her cunt when she put them on again. My cock only half-deflated after shooting, and I could feel huge resources of hot jizz still waiting to erupt from my aching balls. The Molly and the Korova bar were keeping me amped and insatiable, just like I'd planned. Sam would be experiencing the same feeling, I was certain. They started fucking as I wiped up. Vanya's moans and breathing were rhythmic, like she was being pounded hard. Sam kept whimpering and muttering. "Oh, fucking Jesus...fucking Christ...oh, fuck, yeahhh," I heard him say. His voice was shaky and deep, and I imagined seeing his narrow hips thrust hard and fast into her cunt. He sounded like he was out of his mind. As fast as I could, I got out of my jeans, whipped off my t-shirt, kicked my shoes off, peeled the moist socks from my feet. Once I was naked, I went upstairs. At last seeing them fucking lustily, my brain went into high gear. Vanya was on her back, her legs spread wide with her feet swaying in the air. Sam was plunging in and out of her wet cunt, his hairy butt crack slightly spreading with every back-stroke, revealing his tight, hairy, virgin asshole to my hungry gaze. "Hell, yeah, fuck that pussy like a pro, dude," I said quietly, just loud enough for them to hear me. As if my voice was a catalyst, Sam increased the frenzy of his fucking and within seconds he bellowed like an animal and emptied his balls inside Vanya. I had guessed that Sam's first cum would be quick, since this was his first-time fucking pussy. But I knew he'd be ready to cum again within minutes. As would I. Sam collapsed on top of Vanya, slightly trembling from the power of his orgasm, and covered in sweat. Vanya lowered her legs and moved under him, her hands holding onto Sam's sweaty ass. Her movement prompted Sam to roll off her onto his back. Side-by-side on the big bed, they looked beautiful and fucked-up. All I could smell was sex-funk -- well-fucked pussy and fresh sperm, with a sweat scent under it all. I could have cum again just from inhaling, but I had more lascivious ideas. I sat down next to them on the bed, lightly stroking their moist bodies as they recovered from their first bout of fucking. My fingers slid easily into Vanya's cunt, and I moved them around inside her, coating my fingers in Sam's slimy sperm mixed with pussy fluids. It felt amazing and looked even better when I withdrew my fingers. I ran them under my nose, nearly swooning from the fragrant concoction. Vanya was staring at me. "Good?" she asked me. I nodded. "Amazing. How'd you like it, Sam?" Sam could only laugh deep and low in his throat. He was flying high from the Molly and the 5150 bar. Vanya said, "Oh, Sam was amazing. He fucked me so good. And so hard!" Sam smiled with pleasure to hear her review. "But you came so fast, baby. We'll go again in a few minutes, and I'll show you some tricks to make you last longer." I wanted to stop her and ask her what she expected from a 15-year old kid, but I couldn't do that and blow our story. Instead, I reached over and cupped Sam's hairy balls in my hand, massaging them the way he liked it, getting him hard again in seconds. He sat up, looking at me with glazed eyes. Once I knew he was clear-headed enough to see what I was doing, I leaned my head down over Vanya's pussy and lapped at her labia. Sam moaned and snickered while Vanya murmured sounds of pleasure. But I wanted more. I snaked my tongue inside her cunt and felt globs of cum coat it. Hungry for it, I scooped it out of her and showed them my cunt-and-cum-covered tongue. Sam flopped onto his back and laughed again. Vanya's eyes were glittering with horniness. "Fucking nasty bastard," Sam brayed, sounding even younger than his 15 years. "J.J. likes playing dirty," Vanya said in a teasing tone. "J.J. loves playing dirty," I agreed, leaning over to kiss her, my tongue still gummy with their fluids. She hummed as we frenched and I could tell she was as turned on by their combined flavors as I was. When I pulled back, Vanya leaned over and kissed Sam deep, letting him savor their taste from her tongue. Sam's cock gave a lurch, and pre-cum started beading on the tip of his prick until it spilled down the head and beaded on its edge. He liked the flavors, too, apparently. "You guys are turning me into a total perv, dude," Sam laughed, his face florid and his eyes glittering. Vanya said she was ready for another good fuck, and with her back to Sam, she straddled him, guiding his stiff cock inside her. She braced herself on her hands, leaning backwards so that I had a perfect view of Sam's cock sliding in and out of her perfect cunt. I cupped her bouncing tits in my hands, then brought my face close to her and nuzzled the sweaty cleft between them. Moving to her erect nipples, I took each one in my mouth and bit it gently, teasing her and turning her on even more. When I bit them hard, she gave a little shriek and moaned. Sam groaned out a loud "fuuuck!" when she screamed, so I did it some more. Anything to push Sam closer to berserk lust, the point where he'd do literally anything to get off hard. "Your dick looks so fuckin' good in that pussy, bro," I said, knowing it would make Sam crazy. Leaning down low, I positioned myself so that I could lick both cock and cunt while they fucked, moving my head up and down to keep contact with the point where cock met pussy. "I can fucking smell your balls, dude," I kept it up. "Hell yeah, Sam, you fuck like a man, bro. Ride that dick, bitch, bounce up and down on my boy's dick! Yeah...yeah, that's it...fuck yeah!" Sam's slimy cock popped out of her pussy for a second, and I grabbed it and gave it a few strong strokes before I kissed the swollen, purple head and then aimed it into her cunt again. Sam yowled like a cat in heat. When he was back into his fuck rhythm, I maneuvered myself into position for what I had wanted to do all night. Vanya saw what I intended and slowed down her movement. Sam couldn't see what was happening, but when I stared forcing my cock into her pussy already filled with his dick, he gasped and stopped thrusting. As I slid in with not too much difficulty, Vanya started huffing her breath and moaning low. Once I was in all the way and started pumping, Sam resumed his thrusting and we fucked her together. The feeling was indescribably lewd and depraved, the best thing in the world at that moment. The thought of my prick sliding against my kid's 15-year old cock inside a hot pussy I bought for his birthday was incredibly filthy and perverse, taboo and thrilling. The sounds coming from both of us were deranged and guttural, like a secret language that only he and I could speak. Vanya was almost forgotten, other than being the conduit that brought our cocks together in sex, a sacred vessel for us to fill with our mingled sperm, our entwined identities. I couldn't hold back my load any longer after Sam slurred out, "Your cock feels so fuckin' good against mine, bro," Vanya's screams and yelps nearly drowning him out. With a roar, I unleashed a major load inside her, mauling her breasts with my mouth, making her pussy nice and sloppy, like wallowing in a bog. Feeling Sam's hard dick slide against mine in all that muck was mind-blowing. "You're fucking in my cum, dude," I told him, panting like a pervert, a crazy quaver in my voice. "Shoot your cum all over my dick, bro, add your load to mine!" I barked at him. "Fill up that cunt, you little fucker!" I was deep in my lust, so deeply in fuck-love with him. With a few more frenzied thrusts, Sam roared an animal sound through gritted teeth and shot his load deep inside Vanya and all over and around my still-hard cock. The warmth of his cum enveloped and bathed my prick. As Sam's hips slowed down and he let out a satiated sigh, the softly wet, squishing sound of Vanya's pussy filled with our cocks and loads seemed suddenly funny to me. I started to laugh, and soon the others did, too. As we uncoupled our sweat-soaked bodies and Vanya moved off our dicks, a few large globs of fresh jizz dripped out of her cunt and landed on the bed sheets. I wanted to roll in it. I needed to keep Sam hydrated, so I suggested we take a break and have something to eat and drink and freshen our drugs of choice, before starting up again. We still had two hours left of our session. When we got downstairs, I realized that all I could smell was pussy. I knew it was from having my face buried in Vanya's cunt, and that the air was actually fresher and less humid downstairs. All of us naked and grimy-gluey with sex, Sam and Vanya sank onto the sofa while I handed them plates and told them to help themselves from the food trays. After we had eaten and drunk plenty of water, I poured us all a stiff whisky and smoked us out with my bong. The Molly was fully kicked-in by now, and Sam and I were still reeling from the 5150 bar. By the time we were ready for more playtime, I figured a line or three of coke would be fun for all of us. Sam hadn't done coke before, and I was curious as to how he'd like having sex on it. I figured a couple lines wouldn't hurt him, and besides, it was his birthday party. We made it into a game, with each of us getting to choose where we would snort our lines from. Vanya laid hers out just above Sam's pubes. He giggled while she snorted and said it kinda tickled. When it was our turns, I snorted mine off of Vanya's ass, and Sam lined his up on her tits. We all got much louder, and were back upstairs in seconds, ready for another bout of amazing drug-fueled sex. Vanya pushed Sam backwards onto the bed, surprising him with her aggressiveness. I clambered onto the bed next to him and got up on my hands and knees, pushing my ass out towards her. "Lick my ass," I growled at her. Sam looked startled for a second and then laughed low and dirty. Without missing a beat, Vanya's mouth was all over my ass. She rubbed her cheek against the hairy cheeks, and finally nosed her way to my hole. She started flicking her tongue over it, fast and gentle, as though giving my asshole butterfly kisses. Shivers were going up and down my spine. Sam was getting more and more worked-up, watching Vanya's beautiful face glued to my sweaty asshole. She jacked me off from behind as she mouthed my ass, but Sam batted her hand away and took over that duty. "You like eating his ass, huh?" he asked. Vanya just chuckled and nodded her ass-licking head. Almost whispering, Sam said, "Hell yeah. Dirty bitch..." I motioned for Sam to mirror my position so Vanya could tongue his asshole, too, alternating between us. Eyes shining with lewd excitement, Sam scrambled into position and Vanya went to town on his 15-year old shitter, making him squeal like a little pig. I envied her more than Sam knew. When we'd both had enough, we flopped over onto our backs, pulling Vanya fully onto the bed so she was placed between us. We took turns making out with her, grinding our bodies together, hands groping and caressing whatever they made contact with. I turned Vanya onto her side with her back to me and facing Sam, who had turned onto his side to face her. "Fuck me, Sammy," Vanya softly moaned into his face. I could feel Sam enter her, and once they began fucking I pressed in even closer, tighter, so the three of us were like one writhing thing rather than three individuals. Without saying a word, I aimed my stiff cock and slowly shoved it into her hot ass. The feeling was incredibly snug and warm. Vanya let out a few agonized shrieks, but let me have my way with her asshole. Once I was in, Sam and I pounded both her holes good and hard. The smells of pussy and ass-fucking filled my head as I bucked hard into Vanya's guts. Sam was thrusting with a frenzied, almost manic intensity, his face a mask of rutting determination. He looked so damned fine. When I was ready to cum, I pulled out of her ass fast, making her jump from the sudden evacuation. Rising quickly onto my knees, I aimed my cock towards them, still fucking like animals, and unleashed a load that rained over their heaving bodies. Warm, slippery semen soaked Vanya's side and Sam's chest and throat. As soon as he felt my cum slap against his skin, Sam roared out and shot his jizz deep inside her. Shaking the final drops of cum off my dick, I awkwardly climbed on top of them both and collapsed into a pile of sex-slimed flesh. Still amped but needing to take a breather, we soon separated and laid flat on the bed. "Eat her pussy now, bro, " I told Sam, and he slid his body down so his face was level with her cunt. Showing no hesitation, Sam lapped at her cum-slicked pussy and came back up with his face sticky and shiny wet. I could smell cunt and cum on his breath when he exhaled. "Now you lick her butthole, dude" Sam told me, snickering like a nasty little boy with a filthy mind. Maneuvering her so I could eat her ass, I shoved my tongue inside her and sucked out some of my load. It tasted so pungently seedy, rich and fertile. I was humming with lasciviousness. Sam stared at me, mindlessly chortling with drugged delight. Vanya broke the crazed mood by saying, "Now you have to do something for me." Simultaneously, I asked, "What?", as Sam said, "Anything!" "I want to see you two kiss," she continued. I couldn't believe what she said. I'd finally get to make-out with Sam without taking any responsibility for it. All we were doing was something that Vanya wanted us to do. How could we say `no' after all she'd done for and with us this night? Without a word or gesture of protest, Sam leaned into me, closed his eyes, and brought his beautiful mouth to mine. The second our lips touched, I lost all control and circumspection. My tongue worked its way into his mouth and wrestled with his tongue. I broke our kiss to bite him throat, his earlobes, his hair, then back for more ravening inside his mouth. Sam was a good kisser, really good. As the drugs fueled our hunger for each other, this moment was turning out to be my favorite, which made me inwardly laugh to myself. Something as innocent as making out had given both Sam and I raging boners, a situation that Vanya noticed right away. "You boys look so hot," she said. "You two should fuck." Neither Sam nor I answered, but I knew her words were echoing in Sam's head just like they were in mine. Yet neither of us made a move to do it. Instead, we continued kissing and masturbating each other. Vanya was enjoying the show. Drowsiness finally overtook Sam and I. Even though we still wanted more sex, our bodies needed sleep to recharge, and our brains needed to cool down. Sam was close to passing out, so I let him roll over and find oblivion. The clock showed that it was close to midnight. Our session with Vanya was over. She gathered up her clothing and retreated to the bathroom to clean up and get dressed. I went downstairs and poured myself another whisky, waiting for Vanya to descend. When she reappeared, she looked bleary-eyed and the worse for wear. I thanked her for making Sam's 18th birthday so memorable, handing her an additional thousand dollars as a tip. Folding me in her arms one last time, Vanya kissed me long and hard and then left. I have to admit that I was anxious for her to go. I wanted to be alone with Sam now, and when I'd finished my drink I went back upstairs to find that Sam was awake and sitting up in bed. We looked at each other and grinned. Sam reached out his hand to me, and I took it in mine. He pulled me onto the bed next to him and we sat pressed close to each other. "Dude..." was all he said, and then we started to laugh. It was a laugh of joy, of victory, of thanksgiving. "Dude, I fucking love you! This has been the best night of my life," he said. I flung my arm around his shoulders and pulled him even closer. "Mine, too," I told him. "And it's gonna get even better." And then we started.