Life In The Oasis Ch 02

Author's Note

This is the next chapter in the final series of the Elysium Trilogy. If you haven't yet, I suggest you read

Part 1

and

Part 2

, although you do not need to have read the previous two parts to be able to understand the story (or enjoy the sex!), so don't let the size of this series intimidate you. You are welcome to start here and go back if you choose to.

Be aware, this series includes a variety of adult situations, and I do my best to ensure that the tags are correct and comprehensive for each chapter. These stories will include things like male and female bisexuality, gay sex, lots of interracial sex, some incest, oodles of group sex, voyeurism and exhibitionism, all set in a near future universe where sex is far more open than in our world. You'll find a lot of the standard tropes turned on their head here, so don't be surprised to have your assumptions challenged!

If you are interested in something a bit different, head on over to the Lesbian Sex category, where my newest novella, Crossing the Line, was published recently as part of the 2025 On the Job Challenge. I hope you'll take a look at it as well, even if it's a bit different from my usual stories.

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Sunday Morning, May 30, 2032

The Elysium, Las Vegas

It was nearly two in the morning when I got back to the Elysium from the nightclub. Sol, Miles, Mikey, and I went our separate ways after we got back to the Hotel. Sol to his room, Miles and Mikey to theirs, and I paused briefly to admire the lesbian threesome statue of Nyla's entourage in the Penthouse lobby. There was a new plinth set up, and I wondered what Nyla was crafting to fill it.

I did my best to sneak into my apartments, but it was to no avail. Avery and Eva were waiting up for me.

"Tell us everything!" Eva said, bounding over to me as I shut the door gently. The apartments' lights were low, and they had been watching a movie on the TV. I could see the lights on in Mom and Sol's apartments across the way.

Avery was lounging on the couch, a glass of wine in her hand, looking at me cooly from across the room.

"Not much to tell. It was a bachelor party at a strip club. We saw naked people. Then Sol bought the club," I added, trying to be as matter-of-fact as I could.

"What?!" Avery said, sitting up straight on the couch. "Now you've

got

to tell us what happened!"

I laughed and went to the bar, pouring myself a nightcap of Buffalo Trace. Eva took my hand, and I escorted her over to the circular couch in the center of the room, facing the TV and the windows, and sat down, with Eva on my left, and Avery across from me.

I was a lucky guy. I had not one, but two smart, beautiful, and amazingly sexy girlfriends. We'd only been together as a trio for a few months now, but they had been some of the best months of my life.

I took a sip of my bourbon and proceeded to give them all the gory details about Sol's bachelor party. I left nothing out.

One of the bedrock rules of our relationship was no secrets. If we were going to make this thing work, and relationships between two people are already tough, let alone three, we had to trust each other. That trust had to be the bedrock on which we built our lives together. I was young, I knew that, but I wasn't stupid. Given the fact that our relationship was open -- all three of us could fuck anybody else we wanted to -- we had to be even more open with each other than we otherwise would have been.

I didn't have a problem with that. And I knew Avery didn't, either. Both of us were highly visual people, and watching others have sex was a huge turn-on. I wasn't sure how visual Eva was. So far, she'd not had any outside sexual partners outside of the big orgy we had with the Royal Family last April. But she certainly enjoyed her time with us, including watching Avery and me together, so if I had to guess, I say she had a bit of voyeur bug, too.

"Oh man," Avery said, and I could see her surreptitiously start to rub near her crotch. "That is so hot, Jack," she cooed. "I wish I could have been there to watch it. You know I love watching you with other men," she added.

"I wish I could have seen Sol with that Tiffany stripper!" Eva said, laughing. "It's been months, and I've heard all kinds of stories about Sol's cock, but I have yet to see it in person," she said, making a little pout with her mouth and then laughing it off.

"Babe, if you want to see Sol's cock, I'm pretty sure all you need to do is ask him," Avery said, smirking at Eva. "I'm sure he'd be willing to show it to you... and maybe more," she winked.

Eva sat wide-eyed for a second, and then laughed again, nervously. "Really?"

"Really," I told her. "And you've got a week to do it before he's officially my step-father and it gets a little weird."

She punched me in the arm. "When have family ties ever stopped you, Mr. Mom-Gave-Me-A-Blowie-And-It-Ended-Up-In-The-Papers?"

"Touché," I said, laughing. "That was Avery's fault, you know."

Avery rolled her eyes. "If you and your mother could have kept it in your pants, I wouldn't have had a story, now would I?"

"If my mother and I could have kept it in our pants, you and I probably would never have met," I retorted. "So... hey, I think this worked out for the best."

"True," Avery said, cocking her head. "The bigger question is, are you all tired from your games at the Emerald Club, or do you have any energy left for your girlfriends?" She bit her lip.

I felt Eva's hand rubbing my leg, and I turned to look at her. She was biting her lip, too.

"How can I say no to you two?" I said, feeling a stirring in my loins.

I stood up, and took Eva by the hand, leaving my bourbon glass on the coffee table. I reached out with my other hand and took Avery's, and I let them pull me towards the door to the bedroom.

And then we fucked.

What? We did.

Stop groaning! I can hear you!

Oh, right. You want the DETAILS. Fine. I guess I have to keep you guys interested somehow. I mean, I tend to think this story is pretty fucking fascinating even without the fucking, but I know the sex is what keeps you coming. And cumming, I hope.

Okay, where was I? Right. We were in the bedroom.

I was pretty tired after spending all night at the strip club, but if there is any natural Viagra in this world, it's seeing two amazingly hot women making out directly in front of you and knowing you're going to get to fuck each of them.

No sooner had I closed the bedroom door than I turned to find Eva and Avery locked in a naked embrace. Their clothes were pooled in two piles on the floor directly below them, and I stared openly as they kissed and fondled each other, as if I wasn't even there.

I watched briefly before they broke apart, each turning to me, and taking a step forward.

"Let's get you out of these clothes, Jack," Avery said. "As much as it would be fun fucking you in that suit, I'd rather see you naked," she purred.

Eva nodded along. She took care of my pants, while Avery took my jacket and shirt off. Once I had been stripped, they threw my clothes over onto the cuck chair beside the bed and took a step back, admiring the view.

I stood in front of them, naked as the day I was born. I'd grown considerably since then, however, and I was taller than each of the girls, although with Avery it was a close-run thing. She was very tall for a woman, and I was only about half a hand taller than she was. I towered over Eva, though, as I did most people.

I ran a hand through my dirty blonde hair, and I realized it was shaggier than I liked, and I made a mental note to visit the barber in the hotel this afternoon. I had most of Sunday to myself, as I knew the girls would want plenty of time to get ready for Mom's bachelorette party tonight. I figured I could make a day of it, taking care of all of my grooming, getting a good workout in and maybe some time down on the gun range in the subbasement.

I needed the workout, because my primary form of exercise since I graduated was sex, and while that was good for cardio, it wasn't good for my muscle tone. My broad chest, sculpted pecs and flat stomach were not going to stay that way if I didn't get my ass to the gym. I recalled with wistfulness the days of my six-pack abs, but they had started to fade as soon as I stopped working out daily after getting kicked off the baseball team last January. I made another mental note to fix that, if I could, once I got a routine set over at the Oasis.

Make no mistake -- I still looked good. Damn good, in my opinion. I mean, I'd fuck me. But the Jack Fisher that had won awards as a porn star was a different Jack Fisher than the girls were looking at right now. I hope that didn't bother them. I realized it was starting to bother me.

One thing hadn't changed though, and that was my cock. Besides my mouth and my brain, my cock was one the part of me that saw almost daily use, and I was still proud of it. I wasn't the biggest guy on the planet, nor was I as big as some of the porn stars and sex workers here in the Elysium, and I certainly wasn't as big as Sol Sinclair, but I was well above average, and I would humbly assert that I knew how to use it.

And I was going to use it on my girlfriends. Both of them. Right now.

Eva licked her lips, and Avery giggled at me, as the pair watched and waited to see what I was going to do. I took my cock in my right hand and began to tug on it, willing it to rise. This elicited another pair of giggles from the girls. I looked over their naked bodies, looked at them holding hands, and waiting on me, and it wasn't long before I could feel my shaft stiffening.

"Oh, Jack. Is that for us?" Eva said, biting the tip of her pinky finger, trying to look cute and innocent.

"You bet your ass it is," I said.

"Let's stick with betting our pussies for tonight," Avery teased. "It's going to be a long night for us, and I, for one, would like to be able to sit down at least some of it," she joked.

Eva laughed, and I cracked a smile.

The girls climbed up onto the bed, and I walked, cock in hand, over to them. The pair spread their legs, and Avery threw her left leg over Eva's right. I stood before them, and watched as they began to kiss again, and then Avery began to play with Eva's pussy. Eva returned the favor, and soon they were making out, arms and legs crossed over, getting themselves ready for me.

I appreciated the show, as it gave me a chance to get even harder, and I could feel the precum leaking from my cockhead onto my hand as I watched my two ladies rubbing each other's pussies.

"Hmm. Which one of you do I want to fuck first..." I said. "Decisions, decisions."

"Fuck Eva first," Avery said quickly.

"Yeah, fuck me first!" Eva said, agreeing with Avery.

Avery was always looking out for Eva, and invariably she would defer to Eva when it came to who got to go first. I asked her about it once, and she just laughed and told me that Eva had a few months of time to make up.

I wasn't complaining.

I climbed up on the bed, crawled in between Eva's legs and lined my cock up with the entrance to her sex. Avery rolled onto her side, allowing me full access to Eva's body, and cuddled up next to her, gently stroking her stomach, sliding her fingers up to Eva's breasts, and then tweaking her nipples.

Eva groaned. The groan turned into a moan as my cock head entered her pussy, and I slowly worked my shaft deep into her. Avery leaned in, kissing Eva's neck and nuzzling her ear, as my cock buried itself in Eva. I relished the feeling of warmth, the heat and wetness of her pussy engulfing my cock, and I paused for a moment to let the feeling sink in.

"Oh God, Jack, just fuck me!" Eva breathed, eyes staring up into mine. "I need your cock!"

Her wish was my command, and I slowly withdrew my entire length, almost removing the tip from her, but then slamming it home hard. She squealed, and I grunted, and I began to pump my cock into her at a steady pace.

"I will never get bored watching you fuck Jack, babe," Avery whispered into Eva's ear, just loudly enough that I could hear it over the sounds of our lovemaking.

Eva bit her lip and then turned and kissed Avery hard. Avery returned the kiss, grabbing a handful of one of Eva's boobs, and squeezing it. I kept up my pace, pumping my cock into her.

The two of them made out -- at least, they tried to. Have you ever tried to kiss someone while somebody else is fucking you? It's not that easy, let me tell you. If you're not careful, you'll get a busted lip or worse. I did my best not to jostle Eva too much, but I also wanted to make sure she was enjoying my cock inside her, and I knew she liked to be pounded.

We kept this up for a few minutes, with Avery kissing, groping and fondling Eva as we fucked. She reached down a few times and rubbed Eva's clit, eliciting squeals of pleasure from her girlfriend, which translated into Eva squeezing my cock with her vaginal muscles, which I also appreciated.

"Okay, babe, my turn," Avery said to her. Eva pouted a little, but knew she'd had a good amount of time with me, and Avery wanted her share. I withdrew my cock from Eva's pussy and waited as the girls swapped positions.

Eva decided not to cuddle with Avery, and instead straddled her face, turning her back to me so that Avery could lick her clit while we fucked. My cock, already wet from Eva, slid into Avery with no resistance at all. Avery moaned loudly, and I knew the only thing that was keeping her from releasing a torrent of dirty talk -- a habit she'd learned from my mother, of all people -- was the fact that her mouth was buried in Eva's cleft, her tongue snaking out to tickle Eva's clit.

I grabbed two handfuls of Avery's beautiful breasts, feeling her hard nipples under my palms, and I proceeded to fuck her like I'd not seen her in a week. I could hear her moaning into Eva's pussy as the sounds of sex filled the bedroom.

Eva began to shriek, and I could tell from the pitch and the volume that she was either close to an orgasm or in the throes of one. After a few shrieks, she launched herself off of Avery, ending up in the fetal position above Avery's head, hugging her knees to herself and giggling.

I leaned in and kissed Avery, my cock still pumping in and out of her. I could taste Eva's pussy on her lips, and it turned me on even more. Eva was still in a tight ball above us, watching as we continued to fuck.

I wasn't going to last very long, even though I'd already cum once earlier at the strip club. The girls were just too hot, and the sex with them was just too good. I could feel my orgasm beginning to rise in my balls, and I started fucking Avery faster.

"Cum for me, Jack," she said, her mouth free for dirty talk now that Eva had cum. "Dump your load right inside me! I need to feel you cumming. And then I want Eva to lick your jizz out of me," she added. "I want to see her face covered with your cream as it leaks out of my pussy!"

That was enough to put me over the edge, and I felt my cock pulse a half dozen times as I filled her pussy up with my seed. I kept pumping a few more times, feeling her muscles milking me before I pulled out and fell to the side of her, panting, completely spent.

Eva, on cue, got up and crawled across the bed, hopping between Avery's knees and burying her face in Avery's snatch. I looked down to see her tongue probing inside Avery's pussy, searching for the cream I'd left there, and soon finding it. I could see the telltale white on her tongue, and soon that tongue was coated in my cream. Instead of swallowing it, she kept it on the end of her tongue and then shifted position slightly and began licking and sucking on Avery's clit.

Avery grunted and reached down with both hands to hold onto Eva's head while Eva did her best to bring Avery to a mind-blowing orgasm. She knew exactly what Avery liked, and it didn't take long before I could feel Avery tensing up beside me, her breath coming raggedly, and her fingers clutching and unclutching Eva's hair.

"Oh my God, I'm cumming!" Avery shouted, and I could see her hands clenching tightly on Eva's head, as her legs began to tremble. This lasted a few seconds and then she was pushing Eva's head away, her clit too sensitive for any more attention, as she rode the wave of her orgasm.

Eva climbed up beside Avery on her other side, and soon the three of us were cuddled up together. I was totally spent, and I felt myself nodding off after a few minutes.

Avery finally forced all three of us up and out of the bed, and she went to the bathroom to clean herself up. Eva and I climbed under the covers, and Avery joined us shortly thereafter.

The three of us fell asleep in each other's arms, sated.

What a lovely start to another lazy Sunday

, I thought, as sleep crept up on me.

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Sunday Afternoon, May 30, 2032

Wiley Residence, West Las Vegas

"I don't like this," Elijah said for the third time. "Nobody is going to pay money for this, Curtis," he told him.

"Relax, Boog," Red Dog told his younger brother. "Trust me, we're gonna make bank."

It hadn't been twenty-four hours since Red Dog found out about his brother's cock. He couldn't stop thinking about it, to be honest. The fact that his younger brother, the boy he'd lived with for so long, could be packing that much meat was simply astonishing to him. It was like waking up one day and finding out that your grandmother was Cindy Crawford, and you'd never noticed it because hey -- it's granny.

"Why do you keep calling me that?" Elijah was nervous, a bit excited, but largely just annoyed. He was sitting in his bedroom with his shirt off, his pants around his ankles, in his boxer shorts. His brother sat across from him with a handheld stabilizer mount for his iPhone. The room was lit with a variety of random lamps they'd found around the house, the shades removed.

"Because you need a damn street name," Red Dog said impatiently. "You're eighteen years old! Nobody wants to be calling you Elijah all the damn time. So now you're Boog," he explained, as if he were talking to a child.

"But why Boog?"

"Boog? Boogie Nights? Dirk Diggler? You know... that movie about the white kid with the big dick?"

"Why can't you just call me Eli, if you want something shorter?" Elijah pleaded. He'd never heard of that movie.

Red Dog looked at his brother sadly and just shook his head. "You don't use your real name for shit like this, yo. Come on, man. You gotta think."

"Plenty of people use their real names these days, Curtis," Elijah retorted. "Nobody cares about porn anymore. It's respectable now."

"We ain't Reyn or Elysium Productions, man. We doin' this on the cheap to make some quick money. And since you don't want me showing your face or nothing, it don't make an ounce of sense for you to use your real name," Red Dog told him, looking at him like he was brain dead. "Let me handle this, ok? Stop thinking and start jerking," he ordered.

It had been Red Dog's idea. Set up one of those fan-based profiles on social media, throw up a bunch of videos of his brother and his absurdly large cock, and wait for the money to roll in. He knew there was a market for this -- the jerk-off cam sites got tons of hits, and there were plenty of people making bank off this kind of thing these days.

"Okay, I'm gonna start rolling. You whip that hog out and start jacking off, and I'll film it. Then we post the thing and wait for the simps to start simping," Red Dog said. "Okay, it's on now."