I learned to recognise the thorough and primitive duality of man - Robert Louis Stevenson: The Strange Case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde Picture the scene. Hotel suite–clean, well-appointed. Tasteful décor too–it’s beige, but you know, classy beige. Black hardwood furniture. Crisp white linen on the bed and tastefully patterned bedspreads, a complimentary shade… Alright, fuck this. Interior design’s not why we’re here. It’s a...

‘Follow me,’ Jed tells the bridesmaid’s gracefully buxom bestie, ‘and then follow my lead. Time to hit the dancefloor, hit the dancefloor.’ It’s a popular song reference (Sia’s Cheap Thrills featuring the inimitable Jamaican rap stylings of Sean Paul – show dem it girl, bada bang bang – in case you didn’t know) and Clara titters to hear it. Staying abreast of music trends is paying dividends that Jed has never expected. T...

The detritus of drug-taking is scattered all around, so Jed gathers it up, wraps it in toilet tissue and dumps it into the en suite bathroom’s waste bin. He runs his tongue around his teeth, crunches a complimentary breath mint so he can suck on the fragments and then rinses for good measure using the mouthwash he brought with him on the trip. That’ll do. Peering through the bedroom door’s peephole he spies the girls hudd...

The threeway tongue-fest extends and intensifies, each semi-stripped participant lavishing their saliva-thick attentions on the other two, hands stroking and caressing shoulders and faces. Jed has currently lost the thread of how they all got here. Moment has led to moment, cause bleeding into effect, all of it fuelled by his determination to make this happen. This. The thrashing of tongues and the flesh-grabbing and the...

‘Kiss,’ he tells them. Lily and Clara look at him. With Jed’s dick so manifestly ready, it’s not quite what they were expecting. ‘Kiss each other. Show some love.’ Each girl checks out her friend, in all her naked hotness. Then they come together with lips parted and tongues set to engage. They seal at the mouth like they’ve fully acknowledged their mutual crush and want to consummate it, each one’s hands palming the othe...

Lily’s thighs part almost involuntarily, like a mechanism pre-set to open and accept what’s incoming. Her eyes lock onto Jed, or rather that part of Jed homing in on her – the Exocet missile primed to take out her cunt. He fixes his sites on that flowering prettiness, pink and glistening between her legs, as he climbs onto the bed’s surface in pursuit of it. She’s backing off but stretching wider, reticent yet ready. Clar...

Freezeframe six. Been a while, hasn’t it? But like I said, once things got going, it would have been crass to interrupt these three. And in a spirit of full disclosure the action isn’t literally frozen at this point. No need. Jed is still laid out on the bed like a first aid mannequin, waiting for lust’s resuscitation. The girls meanwhile are tonguing traces of cum from each other’s lips once more, eyeing the man who’s ju...

Clara rolls onto palms and knees and crawls off to the top of the queen-size, proffering her tightly pumped beachball rear. The cocky little slut even peers over her shoulder as it to check whether Jed’s following. Jed retracts his length from Lily’s well-fucked throat, a web of saliva trailing after, before it splatters down onto her chin and upper chest. Then he manhandles the bleary, panting girl up and around, till sh...