by Purple Hazel
They were so good, at one point, she almost wanted to invite them back to the Langham! Probably would have if it wasn’t for Shamiso living there with her!
But eventually they tired of this position and began whispering to each other about trying something new. Something even more daring. That's when one of them suggested trying out her lovely bottom.
“Let’s do her in the bum, eh mates?” one whispered, and Rudo gasped with anticipation. “Think she’ll like that?” he breathed, and the sound of his growling voice seemed to rally the others to agree. “Yeah, let’s flip ’er over and do her ass,” snarled another, “we ain’t done that yet.” Rudo wanted so badly to interrupt and caution them to be gentle, but frankly, she was so excited by their lewd suggestions, she at first made hardly a sound! “See boys,” muttered another in a deep, sinister voice, “Not protesting it one bit is she, heh heh. Is you...ya’ little slut? You likes it in the butt, don’t ya’ huh?” That's when Rudo finally spoke up.
“Well, first off, I ain’t no slut. And secondly, if you boys is wantin’ to fuck my asshole, there’s gonna be some ground rules. Fair?”
This only soured the mood momentarily. Looking out at them through slits in her hood, she saw three heads nodding politely. Two were grinning. The other was more than a little bit shocked and dismayed. What’s more, he very well should have been!
Le Chalet had strict rules for conduct on the premises. No meant hell no; and there was never any argument about it one way or the other. Do something that someone objected to? Bother someone repeatedly? Make unwanted advances? If the offended person were to protest to management, the poor fellow would face expulsion, lose his membership for life, and might even discover the London Police waiting for him when he stepped outside! That would only be the beginning of his problems, by the way. Sex offenders were treated quite harshly by the G.U. legal system.
“Right. Then I’m callin’ the shots from here on out. Got it?” she continued. “I want it face down, with me legs together. Lube me up good this time, too. Get it in. Ride me hard. One after the other. And you blokes ’d better come when I do...’cause that’s ’ow I like it. Game?” Again, three heads nodded. No argument there. She had their full cooperation from that point forward.
“Well alright then gentlemen,” she grinned, “Ew's goin’ first…?”
Chapter 10
Back in Thirty
“God, Meeso, I reckon that's the best damn blowjob I done ever had in ma’ whole life,” breathed Ozzie. “You been learnin’ a thing or two from your sister, or what?’
Shamiso had been working on his cock for about fifteen minutes, and was trying out something her promiscuous twin had taught her about stimulating her lover’s testicle sack with her fingers to keep him rock hard. Even in his battered condition, things were working quite well down there, but with what she was doing to him now—so creative and meticulous—he was truly loving it.
“Oh, so you like it then?” she asked in a husky voice. His cock was thick and round at the tip, so she’d had quite a time getting it past the back of her throat. She didn’t mind putting in the extra effort. It’d been months since they’d seen each other. Last time they’d “done it” had been onboard the ship. Now, things seemed all the more exciting.
“Glad to hear it, Love. Missed you so much. Couldn’t wait to get you naked again,” she added. “Didn’'t know where and when we’d get the chance to be together. Thank God for Rudo lettin’ us alone for a little while, huh?”
Ozzie nodded enthusiastically, his head now buzzing from the effects of the pill Neville had given him. And that reminded Ozzie how Rudo’s business manager deserved at least some of the credit as well.
“Yeah,” he mumbled, “Neville, too. I sure got my bell rung tonight, let me tell ya’. Had a rough go of it ’til he gave me that shit.” Shamiso chuckled mischievously. Neville sure knew his stuff when it came to caring for his performers when they needed a little assistance.
“Well then,” she said in a breathy whisper, “since you're feeling good now, how about we see what else we can do in this big chair, shall we?”
Ozzie was happy to oblige. “Baby, if you got somethin’ in mind, I say let’s get after it. They’ll be comin’ back in a little bit so…whatever it is you’re thinkin’—”
“Yeah, yeah. Back in thirty,” she interrupted dismissively. “They always claim that. But when they say half an hour, that’s only an educated guess. Whenever they go to them receptions, it’s never no fucking thirty minutes, I promise you.” She then stood up and removed her bathrobe. “We’ve got lots of time.” As she took it off, Ozzie could see she wasn’t wearing any panties. He could already smell her feminine odors filling the room. It was starting to smell like hot sex as she crawled up on top of him and straddled his throbbing erection.
On Santa Maria, they’d seen and heard tell of so many things. To be sure, growing up around horny young adults as a teenage couple, they witnessed sexual promiscuity the likes of which most people never experience in a lifetime. Yet they never indulged. What’s more, every last crewmember knew of their devotion to each other, and no one interfered. They were off-limits, always. And not just because Ozzie was already bigger than most of them by age seventeen. More than anything, it was due to the crew’s affection and appreciation for them. Everybody wanted to see them in love and remain that way—unspoiled, unaffected by the goings-on.
Back on Earth, therefore, nothing could ever deter their commitment to one another. Shamiso could never desire another man, nor could Ozzie even entertain the thought of having a fling on the side—even when it was shoved in his face during training camp. His teammates were—in at least a few cases—like free-spirited hedonists. And they certainly tried making their case as to why Ozzie should join in with their wild parties back at the team's hotel rooms. Even during the trip to London, and despite Ozzie's repeated refusals to participate, they still urged him to “stop by and try out one of the girls.”
Megaball groupies—young women who wanted to bed down a big strong athlete for the sole thrill of being able to brag about it to their friends later—were both numerous and quite appealing in many ways. But not to a man like Ozzie. He was the type who made promises and kept them. To his brother. To Space Programme. To his crew. To his captain. To his team. And above all, to his woman. Now he was about to enjoy the amazing delights of making love to her—as best he could, that is, given their circumstances.
“We doin’ it on this chair then, Meeso?” he asked excitedly, whispering even though the noise coming from next door should have been plenty to disguise their lovemaking. There was only one door to the celebrity lounge, and it was locked from the inside. Shamiso knew this. He did too. So when she mounted him, all she did in reply was giggle sexily. No one would be bothering them for as long as they needed to have a spectacular time with each other.
Impaling herself on his fiery hot member, Shamiso slid herself down carefully. Big guy, that Ozzie. Big hands. Big everything. She truly had her work cut out for her. Plus, she’d been with no one for months and months. This was going to take some effort! She squirmed and gasped and panted and groaned as she worked herself down to the base.
“Nnnnnngh, oh my gosh Oz. It’s been so fucking long, hasn’t it? I’m so tight,” she commented between gasps. Ozzie held her lovingly by the shoulders and smiled up at her patiently.
“Take yer time, Meeso,” he grunted happily. “I ain’t in no hurry. Just get that pussy o’ yours nice and loose b’fore you start ridin’ me. After yer sis gets back, I’m seein’ if I kin smuggle ya’ back to ma’ hotel room. Don’t get too sore ’cause when we get there, my roommate Samson says he’ll let us have the room for a couple hours. ’N let me tell ya’...I’ve had me nine long months down in that Texas heat to think up things I’d like to do to ya’.” To this, Shamiso responded, “What a coincidence. Me too.”
Once fully inserted, Shamiso began grinding around a bit, just to get comfortable on his thick shaft
. In this position, it felt like he was nearly past her rib cage! But she heeded his advice and took her time with it until she could finally relax and move up and down him easily. Her natural lubrication was certainly not lacking, but he was just so big…it seemed she’d forgotten how much they’d struggled that first time together to get him inside her. Back then...some seventeen Earth years ago...they’d had to use personal lubricant, pilfered from the ship’s infirmary. Luckily, now she knew a little more of what to expect. Sort of reminded her of a sisterly conversation she’d had with Rudo a while back...
* * * *
“So...how big we talkin’ here?” Rudo had asked, when she’d quizzed her about Ozzie. This had followed a particularly humorous exchange where Rudo had pressured her younger-looking twin to tell of her sex life with her long-time boyfriend on the Santa Maria. At first, Shamiso had no feasible way to describe it. She tried holding her hands apart to demonstrate the length. When she did, Rudo shot her right down.
“Oh bollocks. You tellin’ me a fish story or a fuck story, Babes?” she taunted her, “’Cause every gal exaggerates how big her lover’s dick is...unless it’s pathetically small, of course...then they use fingers.” This she demonstrated by using a thumb and index finger, sending her twin sibling into waves of wailing, coughing, choking laughter.
“Good God no, sis. Three times that at least.”
Rudo was intrigued. That’s when she commented sarcastically, “Jesus. This guy talkin’ marriage yet? ’Cause if he ain’t...you’d better get him to put a ring on it, ’fore he gets away.” She then went on to explain just what she was referring to.
“Here Babes, let me show you something,” she said. Then she’d opened a drawer in her nightstand. “This is what I’m going on about. See these?” Rudo showed her a few latex dildos—some of them lifelike and sculpted—many complete with veins, a circumcised head, and a widened base or handle. Another one was a sheer glass shaft with a knob on one end. It was curved slightly, tinted pink, and looked like it would shatter if dropped. She fingered through the drawer to pull out a rather large one.
“Here’s a little reality check. See this purple one? This one’s me favorite. I call him ‘the ogre’. Something like this...well, suffice it to say you’ll rarely ever see one this long and thick. Not on a human anyway.”
There was then a long silence. Shamiso smiled sheepishly and shrugged. When she had remained quiet for several seconds, Rudo’s eyes got wide with excitement as she began to suspect what Shamiso might be implying. Was Ozzie’s erect penis really that big?
“Wait,” Rudo then said, snickering. “You mean...oh dear...are you fucking with me? Seriously?” To this Shamiso shook her head, looking over at the big purple rubber dick. “Afraid not, sis. That’s...well, let me just say it’s not the same color as your ‘ogre’ there. That’s one glaring difference...”
* * * *
After a few minutes, Shamiso let out a pleasured sigh and heaved. “Oh yeah. That’s it right there. Oh God. It’s so good.” She began riding him and rocking back and forth faster and faster until she was panting and groaning. Didn’t take long before she began coming. When she did, she started gasping and hollering out like she was stepping into a bathtub full of steaming hot water.
As her body adjusted to the penetration, it felt better and better the deeper she plunged. And once she began coming, she just kept on going, grinding and driving until she brought herself over the edge a second time as well.
Nearly exhausted, but dying to climax once more, she slowed down to writhe and grind on Ozzie’s lap. This allowed him to thrust up into her at his own pace, and once he did, he felt himself also nearing orgasm. Careful to accommodate her lover and his desire for release, she held still and allowed his slow, gliding strokes. Wasn’t long before he neared the brink.
“Oh God Meeso, I think...I think...I’m gonna—” he called out, and as he did so, he began lifting her off of him to prevent ejaculating inside of her. Shamiso lifted herself up high enough to let him slide out of her, then watched as he erupted all over his belly. She then crawled off of him to kneel between his legs and swallow him down, lapping up his hot semen hungrily. When he was done coming, he then began pulling her up toward him once more—but she wouldn’t budge, just kept sucking and deep-throating his shaft until she’d gleaned every drop. Ozzie was impressed!
“Jesus, darlin’. You’re fantastic. Meeso I swear, I can’t believe how amazin’ that was. You gotta be kiddin’ me. Rudo teach you all that shit…’r are you makin’ this up as ya’ go along? ’Cause baby that was awesome!’
Shamiso coyly hummed “mmmm-hmmm” as she continued to glide her lips up and down his shaft. Seemed whatever the answer was, she was determined to keep going until he was hard again.
Ozzie laid his head back and groaned with delight as Shamiso removed her lips and began suckling and massaging his testicles. Took each into her mouth and ran her tongue around them. Lifted up his scrotum and licked up the base of his ball sack a few times to get him excited. Meanwhile, she stroked his shaft with one hand and held up his balls with the other to give his whole package a thorough polishing. By the time she returned to sucking his cock, he was almost fully erect again. Looked like she was planning on mounting him once more!
This time she wasn’t holding anything back as she straddled him and began rocking back and forth. In fact, when Neville and Rudo finally returned to the celebrity lounge, over an hour after they’d originally departed, they could easily hear the two still going at it through the closed and locked door. Rudo giggled when she tried the knob and tapped lightly, realizing that the two were still getting it on.
“Helloooooo...we’re baaaaack,” said Rudo, nose to the door crack and speaking playfully. “Shamiso...Ozzie? What are you two doing in there?”
She had no hope of getting their attention. Shamiso was now in the middle of her third crushing orgasm and crying out desperately. Through the door, both Neville and Rudo could make out the sounds of Ozzie grunting and snarling with delight as Shamiso rode his cock to ecstasy.
“Oi. How ’bout let’s give ’em a minute, princess?” commented Neville. He then threw an arm around her waist and gently guided her back to the reception. “Let’s head back. I could go for a trifle me-self. How about you? Custard ’n berries, maybe? A little sponge cake? I believe the dessert cart had some with raspberries. You like raspberries, don’t you?”
Rudo gave in immediately, realizing Neville was quite right in giving Ozzie and Shamiso some more time together. Given her own recent past, she didn’t have the heart to interrupt them now…
* * * *
Ozzie eventually did answer the door to the room—in his boxers—holding his pants and shirt in front of his crotch. Shamiso was in the bathroom. By then, Rudo and Neville had returned and had been standing outside for several minutes while he composed himself. A security guard had passed by at one point and offered to use his key to open it when he saw the pair continuously knocking. However, Neville had politely thanked him and sent him away.
“No,” he’d said to the young man, “thanks just the same. It’s one of ours, mate. Seems like one of the crew had a go with one of the guests, I’m afraid.”
Embarrassed, the security guard had gracefully excused himself for the intrusion and graciously exited. Once they were inside, Ozzie made his proposal to have Shamiso accompany him back to his hotel.
“Hey, let me ask you guys somethin’,” he began, still covering up his boxer shorts with his clothes. “I got a room we can have to ourselves for a while if y’all don’t mind lettin’ her have the night off. My roommate Samson says he’ll give us some privacy—if that’s alright. Whaddya say?”
Rudo was all for it of course. Neville wasn’t digging it.
“Now, now. Let’s be a little more realistic about things, shall we, Mr. Guerrero? Ozzie I mean. We can’t have Shamiso being seen in a hotel with a famous Megaballer after a bloody concert. The media will have fits over it if they ge
t ’hold of the information...and knowing those reptiles, they most definitely will.”
Nevertheless, Rudo felt it necessary to champion their cause. “Wait, Neville. These two need some more time together. They’re in love. We should help ’em, seriously. And I know just what we could do for ’em. Hear me out on this one, okay?”
Neville sighed and rolled his eyes. There were a million ways something like this could go terribly wrong and he knew better. That said, Rudo’s clever idea was quite feasible—she would demonstrate. And eventually...it began sounding rather appealing!
“Shamiso and I have our shit together when it comes to hotels, right?” she continued. Neville shrugged his shoulders with his eyebrows raised as if to say ‘yeah, so?’
“If she and Ozzie can find a way to slip in through the back, while we distract them folks in the lobby...think about it...they could make it back to his room without a soul recognizing ‘em in the hallways. And even if they did, what would it matter? You and I could be downstairs creating a scene that would make a cool story for all them online gossip magazines. Light ’em up for days.”
Rudo’s idea was simple: walk right into the team’s hotel lobby. Walk right down Wembley Park Boulevard too—making sure everyone saw them—just Neville and herself. Fans would still be meandering about after the show. She’d have a whole pack of them descending upon her within minutes. By the time they’d strolled into the hotel, she’d have them trailing her inside like she was the Pied Piper. Neville could assist as well, by promising them an autograph-signing when they got there.
