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.
"Cole? Is that you?" Selena's voice echoed out. "Can you come here? I can't reach this thing. Taylor's too damn tall."
Perplexed, he walked over to the of the enormous walk-in closet. Pulling the door open, he froze. Selena was standing there, not an inch of clothing to be found anywhere on her, hips cocked to one side, both well-manicured hands placed on them.
"Hey there big guy." She whispered, her voice husky and seductive.
"S-S-Selena?" Cole stammered, doing his best to look anywhere but at the smoking hot buck-naked Latina popstar standing before him. He was failing spectacularly. His eyes roamed from her smooth, tanned legs to her perky hanging bosom, her dark areoles with pointed nipples to her beautiful rounded face adorned with a sly grin. "Why? Um. Why are you naked?"
Stepping closer, she grabbed his arm, dragging him inside and pulling the door shut. Before his brain could tell his body to do anything but send blood rushing straight to his penis, her wonderfully full and plump lips were pressed against his, her tongue making a beeline for his tonsils. When his wits finally caught up with him, he pushed her off.
"Selena? What the hell? What are you doing?"
"What does it look like? I'm finally getting this cock all to myself after so many years of hearing about it." Sinking to her knees as she spoke, her hands were already tugging at the waistband of his swimsuit.
"No." He said, plain and simple. "What about Taylor?"
"Aww, that's sweet. What about her? Didn't she send you up here on some dumb errand? Aren't you both on a free pass this weekend?" She actually looked a bit confused, hands still dug into his waistband.
It took Cole longer than usual to put words together. "...Well, yes. But."
"Nah-uh. I literally just talked to her about this. Shut up and let me enjoy. I think we'll both enjoy this."
Before Cole could utter another word, Selena pulled his trunks down. Swinging like a springboard, his cock nearly smacked her in the face as it wobbled to a rest inches away from her mouth. Wrapping her fingers around the base, she squeezed tightly. Pursing her painted lips, she beat the head of his prick against them with several quick slaps. Then, those same luscious lips engulfed the tip as she tucked the strands of sleek dark hair behind her ears. Gazing up at him with big, brown eyes she inched down the veiny shaft until her lips were pressed against the base, his balls resting firmly on her chin. Cole released his pent up breath with an exhale of exaltation. Releasing him without a cough or a splutter, she grinned, leaving behind a red lipstick ring at the very base.