Miley and Friends Ch. 09

She removed her mask to reveal her face blackened around her eyes. "I guess I did a good job of disguising my eyes."

"That you did, Miley. Who's your friend?"

"Damned if I know. Hey Spidey, let's go into the other bedroom and find out your real identity. Are you really Peter Parker, or are you an impostor?"

Miley led her companion off, but called over her shoulder "How about ordering us a little snack when you're done?"

Paris snuggled up to me and I caressed a breast. She sighed "Mmm. I miss that."

"Me too." I kissed a breast and teased a nipple with my tongue. When I eased a finger into her folds she arched her back. We kissed and I teased her clit out. I kissed a breast again and kissed my way down her body to the bare vulva. I kissed it like a mouth before sucking on her labia. Two fingers inserted into her caused her to begin to squirm. I sucked on her clit as I kneaded a breast.

Very slowly I played her body like an instrument, eliciting a variety of sounds from her. It was enjoyable to watch and hear her reactions to my touches. Her body was taut as a bowstring when I lowered my mouth once more to taste her delights. I worked two fingers into her, curling and thrusting. I sucked on her clit. I massaged a breast and tugged on a nipple.

She arched suddenly and let out an almost Miley-like scream, writhing under me, drenching my fingers and flooding my mouth. She crammed my face hard into her and ground against it. I felt strong contractions around my fingers and kept them in her until she became still, breathing hard.

She pulled me up to kiss and stroked my hair, eventually resting her head in the crook of my shoulder.

A scream from the other room reminded us that Miley was present and we laughed as we went to the computer and ordered room service.

In the bathroom she removed the heavy lipstick from her lips and I worked to remove the lipstick blots on my face and body. By the time we were finished and had donned hotel robes room service had arrived.

The four of us sat around, eating and drinking wine. Spider Man turned out to be a very handsome young man, apparently well endowed, to Miley's delight.

Miley looked at me and Paris. "I've got a real horse over here. Anyone for a game of swords? He's got size, but you've got experience. What do you say?"

I remembered what I felt like after the last time we played that game, and imagined what it would feel like to get battered by Miley's 'horse.' "I pass. I think I'd like to play the hand I've got right now."

"Spoil sport. Well, Spidey I guess that means we get to test your spider powers some more. I haven't even asked your real name. How thoughtless of me."

Spidey said "Hank."

"Hmph. More like Hunk of you ask me. How about I just call you Hunk?"

"That works for me. It feeds my ego."

"How about we retire to the bedroom and you can feed me something?"

Miley and Hank disappeared into the other room and closed the door. Paris fetched a spare blanket and spread it on the floor in front of the fireplace. I poured us more wine and we sat facing the fire in silence. When we had drained our glasses we set them aside and I kissed her. She fell back and pulled me with her. I caressed everything I could reach while she wrapped her arms around me. We rolled around a bit. I had never had sex in front of a fire before, and the flickering light and warmth heightened the mood.

I kissed a breast and stroked the outside of her folds. She reached under me and cradled my sac. Our kisses became more ardent, and roamed over each other's body. For a brief time I kissed her vulva while she took me in her mouth. We embraced and kissed again and I gently kneaded a breast and rubbed a nipple with my thumb. She began to moan with pleasure.

When she opened for me I slowly entered, relishing the feeling of being enveloped by her. Our thrusting began at a slow pace, but picked up and the thrusts became harder. She wrapped her arms and legs around me when she neared her climax. This time I came first, but her own contractions soon met mine. Her fingernails dug into my back as she arched. Even after I finished I kept moving and she had another, stronger, orgasm. Her pulses kept me hard, and she moaned against my chest. When she finished I stayed inside. She squeezed me with her vaginal muscles and then relaxed. I stroked her fine, silky hair and she kept her eyes closed.

I held her as I rolled us over, keeping me inside. She lay on my chest with her head on my shoulder and one hand resting on my chest.

A Miley scream from the other bedroom startled us, a long scream, but it was too pleasant in front of the fire to get up. We rolled on our sides and I made an effort to remain joined with her. We fell asleep as I savored the warmth of her around me.

Another Miley scream awakened us. I had slipped out during the night, but we held each other. The one bad thing about sex in front of a fireplace is that it takes place on the floor, and the floor is harder than a bed. My camping trips with Sal had at least had the effect of getting me a bit used to hard surfaces. I'm not sure how comfortable Paris was.

We didn't have to say anything. She stroked me into hardness and crawled up onto me to mount me. Once inside she stretched out on my body again and we felt the contact with each other. The Tantra-like experience had become second nature for us, as we each closed our eyes and concentrated on the feeling of our bodies joined together. At some point she began contractions and I responded with pulses. The feelings of euphoria stretched out over minutes.

The spell was broken by Miley. "Damn, they're at it again."

Hank said "At what?"

"Look at them. They're coming without moving. It just goes on and on."

"I can't imagine that would feel good. Give me an explosion any time."

"Yeah, fireworks. Thanks for the fireworks, Hunk. Let's get some breakfast."

The conversation cut short our Tantra session but we tried to come out of it slowly. We sat up before room service arrived.

As she walked past us Miley said "Damn, Paris. You did it again. Why do you keep ripping up his back? That's not from Tantra."

Paris ran her hand over my back. "Sorry, Doug."

"It's worth every bit of it."

Hank shook his head. "I've had that done several times. I'm not sure it's worth it. I want to keep my body intact."

Paris and I went to our room to get dressed. When we returned, room service had already arrived.

Hank didn't have any other clothes with him, so he donned his Spiderman costume to leave. That left the three of us.

Miley finished off the last of the waffle she had ordered and sat back with a sigh of contentment. "Nothing like a good breakfast to get you ready for the day ahead. It is the most important meal of the day, you know. Of course, even breakfast needs some dessert. How about you and me, Doug?"

Paris cut that idea off at the knees. "Fuck you, Miley. He's mine. You had yours already."

Miley put on with a whining voice "But that was early and he had to leave and now I'm left all alone to just watch you two have fun while I'm not having any fun come on and share I want some toooo."

I laughed out loud, and even Paris had to smile.

"Seriously, Paris. Tell you what. Let's wrestle for him. You and me, mano a mano. Or I guess it would be girlo a girlo."

"I'm not in the mood for that, Miley. I just slept on the floor all night."

"Oh boo hoo. Who's the one who had the idea to invite Doug to this shindig? Huh? Huh?"

"Okay, it was you."

"Damn right it was me. And now you're going to deprive me of a little fun?"

"I heard you last night and this morning. I think you had plenty of fun."

Miley pouted for a moment, and then brightened. "Let me think...how about this? We share!"

"Is this another of your games? Because if it is..."

"No, no, no. No games. Just a ménage et trois. How about if he eats you? Would that make you happy? I won't even fuck him. I just want to borrow a certain part of him for a short time."

"But you're not going to...?"

"I want to give him a b.j., okay? I want him down my throat."

I heaved a sigh of relief. My first thought was that she wanted another ass fucking. Not my favorite thing. I do like a nice, warm pussy. Or a mouth.

I became aware of the silence and looked up to see them both looking at me. "Sorry. My mind was wandering."

"Well, what do you think?" Paris asked.

"I wish I could devote all my time to you, yet I think Miley, as the one who brought us together in the first place, may have a point. What she is suggesting still lets me attend to your pleasure."

Paris drummed her fingers on the table. "Oh, all right. But I want you to eat me good."

"I will try to send you to the moon."

Miley clapped her hands. "Goody! Now we just need to get rid of these pesky clothes."

"I suppose it's too easy just to take them off."

"Of course! Let me think...ooh, ooh, I have it."

I said "We can hardly wait. I suppose it's another game."

"Yes, a new one! Marco Polo!"

"That's something you play in the swimming pool."

"Right. But there's a way it can work. We move all the furniture out toward the walls so we have a large cleared space. Then we all three get blindfolded. That will slow things down to simulate being in the water. One of us will be 'it'. Whenever 'it' touches another one of us that one has to take something off and then that person becomes 'it.' Fun, huh?"

I shook my head. "I'm not sure how this is going to work."

"We'll refine the rules as we go along. How about it?"

"What do we use for blindfolds?"

"How about panties? Clean ones, of course. Unless you'd prefer used ones, Doug. I think I have some that aren't thongs. Let's see if they work."

Between Miley and Paris they came up with three pairs of briefs. We tried pulling them over our heads and laughed at how ridiculous we looked. It reminded me of stories I had read about panty raids on college campuses in the fifties. Miley even put some clothes on to participate.

Sofa, chairs and tables were pushed out of the way to give us a somewhat decent space to work with. I volunteered to be 'it' first.

We pulled on our blindfolds and wandered around the room trying to avoid banging our shins on the furniture.

"Marco."

I heard two voices "Polo," and lunged in the direction of one of them. I missed but heard a bang and "Shit," nearby. I reached out and touched Miley, who had stopped to rub her shin.

"Okay, a fair hit. Here goes the shirt. Now I'm 'it.'"

I bumped into Paris several times trying to keep away from Miley. "Who's fucking idea was this anyway?"

"Yours."

"Gotcha!"

Paris said "All right, my shirt is coming off."

Miley's strategy seemed to be working the perimeter of the space while I zigged and zagged. It took Paris only two tries to get Miley.

"Here go the shorts. Oops. I shouldn't have gone commando. Now all I have left is my bra."

Miley quickly got Paris again, and her shorts came off. So far so good for me.

Paris seemed to race around helter skelter calling out. The strategy worked and she got me. "Here's my shirt. I wish I had worn an undershirt."

The girls were adept at avoiding me. Personally I think they were peeking. I finally got Paris. "Here, let me help you with that bra." I unclasped it and held her breasts in my hands.

"Maybe I like this game after all."

Paris only took about five seconds to get me and my shorts came off.

I barged about but they were always just out of reach. I finally got Miley on the elbow.

"You helped her, now help me out of this thing."

I gladly removed Miley's bra and cupped her breasts.

"I'm naked and you're not so I go again."

Miley tripped but managed to hit somebody's heel. "Okay. Now I get to help someone take something off. Who could it be? Ohh, here they are. Let's just pull these suckers down and see. Hmm, nice and smooth. Wet, too. Must be Paris. Let's feel up here to double check. Nice tits. Definitely Paris. Well, girl, we're both naked and he isn't, what do you say we remedy that?"

I felt hands on me. The panties came off my head and I saw neither of them had them on either. Miley pushed me into a chair and Paris grabbed my underwear and yanked it down. Miley reached out to touch me. "See, the game got us all naked and excited. Where should we go?"

"Let's use my room," Paris said.

After conferring with Paris Miley arranged me on the bed. Paris straddled me with her legs on either side of my head so her vulva was directly over me. All she had to do was lower her body slightly and I had complete access. I didn't wait for Miley to do anything. I spread Paris and began to lick and suck on her labia.

Miley spread my legs and propped on her elbows between my legs. She played with me and teased me with her tongue. She took me in partway and sucked. She took me in all the way. She pulled me out to wrap her tongue around the head. The girl has skills.

It occurred to me that I was one lucky guy. Here I was with my tongue buried in Paris Hilton and with Miley Cyrus taking me down her throat.

Paris ground against me as I continued to suck and lick. She moaned aloud and came with a gush. When she didn't move from me I continued until she had another. This time she clamped her knees together and her body shook.

As I enjoyed Paris' reaction I became aware of my own impending climax. Miley worked me over with her tongue and suddenly bent to take me all the way in. I shot down her throat and she easily swallowed it all, continuing to suck and massage me with her tongue until I was dry.

Paris fell over onto her side, breathing heavily. Miley continued to toy with me, musing out loud. "You know, Hunk was a stud, but he was just too big to go down my throat like that. He's the first guy I've ever choked on. He was so long that when we fucked I thought he was going to poke all the way through me and come out my mouth. I'm serious. He gave me an ass fuck, but he was so big it actually hurt. He could use his tongue, though. Man, could ever he use that thing. I think it was as long as mine."

She released me and rolled onto her back. I reached down to caress a breast and she sighed. "I like the way you touch me Doug."

Paris, recovered somewhat crawled down beside Miley. "You gave Doug a good one and he gave me a couple of good ones. I think you need one, too."

Paris kissed Miley and they caressed each other, non-sexually at first. Paris moved to bolder touching and probing and Miley pulled Paris close for passionate kissing, and I could see the interplay of their tongues. Miley drew her legs up and spread her knees. Paris Kissed Miley's breasts and licked her pussy. She began to suck on it, with special attention to the clit. Suddenly she rammed several fingers into Miley, all the way up to the palm. I watched her as she curled her fingers and worked them in and out rapidly, shifting her kisses back to breasts and mouth. Miley began to squirm and buck. I reached over and placed my hand on her mound to work on the clit hidden within the folds with my thumb. I pressed down and moved my hand around in circles, working in concert with Paris. Miley thrashed about wildly, threw her head back and let loose with one of her screams. Paris didn't let up, and Miley continued to thrash and buck until she screamed again, a long one that tapered off into a moan. This time she pulled Paris to her for a hard kiss. Paris slowed and eventually removed her fingers, softly caressing a breast until Miley heaved a great sigh of contentment.

"Damn, Paris. I love it when you do me like that. That was as good as anything Hunk gave me."

Paris smoothed Miley's now matted hair. "And you were right. Sharing Doug was great for me. How was the experience for you, Doug?"

"Everything anyone could ask for. I love pleasing you, Paris. And, Miley, you are exceptional at giving head. Plus, watching you two together is an erotic experience in itself. I hope I didn't mess it up by breaking in like that."

Miley touched my cheek. "It added to the pleasure. Thanks. Thank you both."

The two of them snuggled up to me, one on either side. I turned my head from one side to the other, observing the heaving breasts on either side of me. "There are men who would kill to be in the position I'm in right now. I find it hard to believe."

Miley sighed and said "I'm hungry."

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What's Doug to do now? Can he connect with Miley and Paris again? What about Renee and Mandy and Sal? In the next chapter he considers his options.