The girls lived in a gigantic toadstool. Their bedrooms were in the cap, along with the bathroom and kitchen. Most of the rest of the living area was outside, where the overhang sheltered it from the sun and rain. There was a wicker living-room set, a dining table, even a stereo and TV built into the stalk.
Hearts don't much care for privacy, it seems. There was a shower at the top of the stairs, pretty much right between the front door and the kitchen, with was just the curtain there to stop the spray from getting out. There was another one outside, with a bit of hedge the only thing blocking a perfectly clear view from the road.
I was sitting at the table outside with Retta in my lap, bouncing up and down and moaning into my neck. The sun was only halfway up but it was already a hot day. The toadstool was broiling inside. This was why Retta and I were fucking outside at the table, across from Trudy, instead of in her bedroom. This was also probably why giant fungus-houses never really caught on.
I came in Retta, and she came a few minutes later. "Delicious," she said, and kissed me. She liked the word "delicious". It was one of the few three-syllable words she knew. She slid off my lap and lay down on the loveseat to rest. "Pass me my coffee?"
"I'll get it," said Trudy. She got up and handed Retta her mug. She just had a little t-shirt on, very thin material and damp with sweat, so that her nipples showed through. The shorts she'd been wearing earlier were wadded up under the table. I was about to take a sip of coffee when she took it away. She sat down on my lap, took my cock, and eased it into her.
"Um, you mind?" I said. "What about foreplay? Asking?"
"I'm fine," said Trudy. "I was playing with myself while you two were at it."
This is the downside of living with four horny girls and having an erection that won't go away. Sometimes you're just a piece of rigid meat. A dildo with arms and legs and a tongue. Well, one may not choose one's place in life, but one can choose to make the most of it. I used my arms to pull off Trudy's shirt, and I put my tongue to work on the side of her neck and then her nipples. She started bucking her hips in this rolling motion, sliding up and down on me. I licked a thumb and put it on her clit. As she got close to coming I smacked her ass. She liked that.
Sorry, did I say something about a downside? I must have gone insane for a second there.
Trudy had her eyes closed, so I was the one who noticed the paperboy first. He was standing about ten feet away from us, our newspaper in one hand, his erect dick in the other.
"Oh, hi!" said Retta.
"Sorry this is late," said the paperboy. He didn't look at Retta - he stared at Trudy and me and stroked himself slowly. "The darnedest thing happened."
"What's that?" said Retta.
"A gnat flew right up into my dick. And I can't seem to get it out."
"That sounds bad," said Retta. She sat up. "Maybe I can help." He hurried over, tossing the newspaper on the table. She stroked his penis and frowned. "I don't know much about gnats."
"I bet you could suck it out," said the paperboy.
"Oh, of course." She started by running her tongue along his shaft and around his head. She always did that before she engulfed a cock in her mouth. The paperboy, however, was not ready for that sort of prolonged treatment. Before she even took him all the way in her mouth, he spurted jizz all over Retta's face. It dripped down her cheeks. She wiped a big gob out of her eye.
"Thanks," he said. "You got it out. It, um, flew away. Hey, you're in the society pages."
"Oh, great," said Retta. "What for?"
"Riding him at the beach." He pointed to me.
"Yeah, that was yesterday afternoon," said Retta. "Can you pass me a napkin?"
Retta was in the society pages pretty much every morning. As Jack of Hearts and heir to the Queen's throne, she was a local celebrity. And her behaviour could be scandalous. Half the time the headline was something like JACK OF HEARTS TAKES ON ALL COMERS AT LOCAL COLLEGE.
"Actually," said the paperboy, "they said this morning that they were hoping to print some pictures of celebs with come all over their faces."
"Really?" said Retta.
"Yep. It's going to be like a series. Hey, I could get a picture of you and maybe you'd be the first one."
Retta shrugged. "I guess it would help the paper out."
He pulled out his phone and snapped a picture of her covered in his goo. Then he zipped up his pants and went off with a wave.
Trudy came - holding herself close against me and breathing hard in my ear while I squeezed her ass. Instead of coming in her, when she climbed off me I went over to Retta. "Finish me up, honey?"
She started licking my dick the same way, running her tongue up and down my shaft and twirling it over my head. And she was so gorgeous with that come dripping down her face, and I had been working so hard to hold off from coming in Trudy, that I didn't last much longer than the paperboy did. I blew all over her, on her face and in her hair, and one lonely white gob dripped down onto her breast.
She grinned. "Oh my God, I'm really a mess now."
"Trudy," I said, "can you get-"
"Already on it." Trudy held up her phone.
Retta posed, smiling, pouting, looking sultry. Finally she said, "I think I should wash this off before it gels up any worse." She went over to the downstairs shower - which was just around the stalk from the front door - and started washing herself off.
My seat cushion was soaked with sweat from having fucked two different girls in it. I switched to another one and sipped my coffee. Trudy opened up the newspaper and paged through it.
There was banging and shouts from inside. Millie poked her head out the window. Her hair was full of suds. "Who the hell is taking a shower the same time as me?"
"Sorry," Retta called.
"Turn. It. Off. Bitch."
"I have to get all this come off me."
"Turn it off!"
"As soon as I'm done."
"Jesus fried fucking horsenuts! Retta, when you turn on the downstairs shower there's barely a trickle upstairs."
"Almost finished," said Retta.
Retta cleaned herself methodically for about ten minutes. When she was done she lay down on the walk, naked, and stretched out. "A cold shower feels really good on a day like today. I mean, it was hot when I started, but by the end it was ice-cold."
Then Millie stormed out, wrapped in a towel, her hair tangled. She was red with fury. "Do you know how miserable it is to rinse your hair in a tiny trickle of ice-cold water?"
Violet came out behind her. She was wearing a t-shirt with the sides cut out, and a tiny skirt. She combed her hair. "Poor baby," she said to Millie.
"Last time I let you shower first," Millie snarled. "You're supposed to be my bitch."
Violet stood in front of me and raised the hem of her skirt until I could see the bottoms of her pale untanned lips. "I'm going to go all day like this. I did all yesterday in a skirt with no panties, but this one is way shorter."
I gave her a thumbs-up. "So I guess by this afternoon you're going to need someone to bend you over the kitchen table and fuck you from behind?"
She smiled.
"You're a pervert, Violet."
"You really think so? Thanks." She kissed me on the cheek.
She sat down primly, unlike Millie, who sprawled in my old chair, cross-legged, her pussy peeking out from under her towel.
Trudy was studying the paper. "Listen to this. It says here that a Spadist has infiltrated the Hearts."
The girls' eyes widened, and Retta gasped.
"Who?" said Millie.
"They don't know," said Trudy. "They just say a reliable source has revealed that there's one among us, or possibly more. And that Hearts should be careful. 'Spadists are dangerous and may be willing to take extreme measures to prevent their nefarious plans from being discovered or foiled.'"
Retta covered her mouth. "So they could be anyone. This is horrible!"
"What are Spadists?" I asked.
Trudy rolled her eyes at my ignorance. "Sadist spies. They sneak into other suits and do awful things to them."
"It could even be one of us," said Retta.
Everybody looked at Violet. "Whoa whoa whoa," she said. "I'm not a Spadist."
"You did infiltrate our suit," said Trudy.
"And you're kind of sadistic," I said. "Those scratches you gave me took a week to go away."
Violet was pale and her hands were shaking. "Christ, guys! I was a prepper, not a Spadist. And I didn't infiltrate your suit either. I got kicked out of mine because of what Millie and Peter did to me." She jabbed her finger at me. "Also, my ass was sore for a week."
"Point taken."
Trudy ran upstairs. She came back down with her little strapless purse. From it she took out a derby cap and a magnifying glass. "Trudy Mulheimer, spadiatrist."
"Oh dear Lord," I muttered.
"Note that the article said there were one or more Spadists. So one of them could have infiltrated the suit earlier and then staged a 'defection' to bring in her confederate. Namely, you." She pointed the magnifying glass at Millie.
"Fuck off," said Millie. "I've been in this suit for years."
"Notice how I said the first Spadist 'joined earlier'? And you have a track record of cruel behaviour."
Millie rolled her eyes. "You're not still upset about that thing with the fish, are you? Because that was months ago."
"What thing with the fish?" I asked.
Millie snorted. "Okay, so Trudy's sleeping there on the couch, and-"
Trudy was beet-red. "We will never mention that again. But it is a perfect example of your twisted nefariosity."
"Which is not a real word," I said. "Anyway, about this fish-"
"Shut up, Peter," said Trudy.
"No, you shut up," said Millie. "You think I'm the Spadist? You're the one whose life story doesn't make any sense. How old do you claim to be?"
"You know I'm eighteen," said Trudy. "Same as you."
"And how many degrees do you claim to have?" asked Millie. "Exactly when did you earn those?"
"I was a child progeny!" said Trudy. "I was in college before you could tie your shoes by yourself."
I snickered. "Don't you have a dictionary in that purse?"
Fuming, Trudy pointed to me. "Though an even better candidate for a Spadist would be him. He appeared out of nowhere a few weeks ago."
"Whoa," I said. "I didn't even know what a Spadist was until just now."
"Which is exactly what a Spadist would say."
Millie eyed me, brow lowered. "We never ran out of hot water until you got here."
I coughed. "Because Violet moved in the same day, and your water heater's not big enough for five long showers in a row."
"Or because you sabotaged our hot water," said Trudy. "You're stealing it for your hot water torture devices."
"Trudy, you're insane," I said. "Besides, if anyone's a Spadist, it would be that genie."
