Disclaimer: This a work of fiction. It did not/will not happen in real life and should not be mistaken as such.
Chapter Twenty-Three: Starlight
Starring Taylor Swift, Selena Gomez, Cara Delevingne, Karlie Kloss, Blake Lively & Ryan Reynolds
Codes: Cons, MF, FFF, MFF, MMF, Anal, Rom, Pregnant, Oral
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2019
Fourth of July was a sacred holiday in the Swift household, as it was for any true red-blooded American. Not a year went by without honoring Independence Day. And what better way to celebrate then by having an all-out bash of epic proportions. This year was no different. Taylor had been planning this shindig for months and now the day, really the entire extended weekend, was finally here. On the drive up to her Rhode Island mansion, the couple discussed the various activities planned for the weekend.
"Things usually get pretty wild. I guess what I'm saying is it's a free pass kind of weekend." Taylor said, wind from the open windows whipping through her bright blonde locks, her blue eyes hidden behind large designer sunglasses. "Is that alright with you?"
"Sure Swift. Fine by me." Cole said. "You know I'm just happy to be spending the weekend with you. I don't really care what we do as long we're together."
Taylor rolled her eyes at the cheesy line, but couldn't help the smile that played upon her lips. Placing a delicate hand on his thigh, she squeezed it tightly. "I know. But I thought this would be a good time to blow off some steam. A bit of wet and wild fun if we relax the rules a little."
Cole laughed and said, "I love you Swift."
"I love you too. And to show you what kind of fun I mean, why don't we start right down?"
Her hand slid up his thigh, settling firmly on his crotch. Lightly rubbing over the pants, his member started to stiffen. Grinning, Cole revved the engine as she pulled his pants down, her head descending over his lap. It was going to be one hell of a weekend.
A couple of hours and one surprisingly sloppy blowjob later, they arrived. Taylor reapplied her smeared lips and went into full hostess mode, ensuring that everything would be perfect for her guest's arrival the following morning. By the time they went to bed, she was feeling a bit stressed out, so naturally Cole fucked her to three screaming orgasms. She slept like a rock after that.
Thursday
Guests began arriving that morning, in gleaming town cars fresh from the airport or sleek sports cars driven from their residences in NYC. Taylor's friends piled out of the vehicles, dragging boyfriends, girlfriends, husbands, wives or whoever was accompanying them this weekend with them. Cole was pretty sure he spotted at least half a dozen escorts among them, but he couldn't be sure. They were greeted at the door with a tray of red, white and blue jello shots. By noon everyone had arrived and already the drinks were flowing like water. Stylish and trendy outfits had been abandoned for tight, skimpy swimsuits, all either adorned with the stars and stripes or the appropriate colors of red, white or blue. Cole and Taylor were no exception. His swim trunks were so snug that any and every party goer could easily make out even the most minute detail of his genitalia. Taylor was in a body-hugging one-piece, her boobs threatening to pop out with the slightest of movements. The term "flossing" did not do justice to her backside. Barely wide enough to cover her ever-ravenous cameltoe, the red-white-and-blue fabric completely and utterly vanished between her set of pert jiggling buttcheeks.
Cole was catching some rays, watching the party goers take turn down an enormous inflatable slip-n-slide. He had felt the eyes of many of the guests, both male and female, upon him as the day progressed, but he was content to lay back and relax, watching Taylor as she took turns going down the slide with just about everybody. Several wardrobe malfunctions didn't seem to bother her, she just squashed her tits back into her bathing suit each and every time they popped out. Selena Gomez in particular had been eye-fucking him since her arrival. Now she lay on a recliner across the pool, her caramel colored skin glistening in the sun, clad in the tightest red bikini imaginable with crimson lips to match.
A soaked and sopping Taylor flopped down onto the empty lounge chair next to her. Immediately the two began whispering, giggling and stealing glances in Cole's direction. Watching the pair of them, he finished his margarita with a satisfactory slurp. A few minutes past and Selena got up, walking into the house. The perky bounce of her bronzed buttocks drew the eye of everyone poolside. Taylor walked over to him, her bits jiggling, and leaned over, kissing him deeply, tongue shamelessly probing deep into his mouth.
"Having fun so far?" She asked, releasing him.
"So far so good. You ok? Need anything?"
Looking up at the bright sun, she said, "I think I left my flag jacket in our room. Could you run and grab it for me? I'm gonna burn like a lobster out here."
"No problem. Be back in a minute."
Cole stood and stretched, his swim trunks threatening to split apart. Heading into the mansion, he hurried up the stairs to their bedroom. The closet light was on and it sounded like someone was poking around inside.