Chapter 7
7
James
S he’s gorgeous, slutty, and altogether desirable. It’s been a week since Tanya entertained us with her cactus dance, and the seven days since have been an unbelievable fuckfest. After all, we weren’t letting her get away after that. After we climaxed that first time, we took her downstairs and began plundering her beautiful body non-stop.
But Tanya’s taken to it like a champ. She’s never too tired, or worn out, or too sore. Of course, we draw sitz baths for her privates, and urge her to eat and sleep non-stop, but she merely giggles and parts her legs for us again. Not only that, but she’s flexible too. As an advanced yoga practitioner, the pretty blonde is able to do some pretty fucked up shit in bed, and the three of us are the lucky beneficiaries.
But today, we’re going to do something normal for once. New York has street fairs in the summers, and we’re headed to St. Mark’s Place to enjoy the Pride Parade. There are tons of displays from local vendors, and of course, rainbow colored condoms are being handed out like candy on every street corner. Food stalls abound, with the smells of sizzling sausage and buttery popcorn filling the air.
I take Tanya’s hand in my own as we make our way to the crowd. She’s gorgeous in a tight top and cut-off shorts which show off her long legs and big bust. Her blonde hair is in a careless topknot, with wispy tendrils dangling over her ears.
“So honey,” I begin, squeezing her hand. “Tell me: what brought you to NYC?”
The pretty blonde giggles a bit.
“School at first, and then a job. The usual.”
Carl nods next to us.
“You went to NYU?”
“Yup,” she says. “I graduated with a degree in human psychology, and while I was in school, I interned with the Department of Health. They didn’t have a position after graduation, but fortunately HRA did, and so I started with them. It’s been a couple years now, and it’s good.”
I nod.
“What do you do for HRA?”
Tanya goes somber for a moment.
“I help folks access benefits. You know what HRA stands for right? Human Resources Administration. New York City has a lot of programs for those experiencing poverty, and I help people understand what’s out there, and how to get help.”
Chris lets out a low whistle.
“That’s wonderful, honey. You’re a real do-gooder because it can’t be easy. NYC is known for being a fucking maze when it comes to bureaucracy.”
The pretty blonde nods quickly, eyeing a hot dog stand with a red-and-white striped awning.
“Oh yeah, definitely, and accessing benefits is no exception. There are a billion hurdles to jump through, and a billion difference pieces of paperwork to fill out. Of course, a lot of it can be done on-line, but some folks don’t have access to computers, so we actually have a lab at my office for walk-in use.”
Carl nods thoughtfully.
“That does sound like a good idea,” he muses. “Did you guys get busier during the pandemic?”
Tanya pauses to think.
“Yeah, because we were concerned that undocumented New Yorkers were being left out of federal benefits programs. As a result, we worked with City Hall to push through a couple of our own programs to make sure everyone got the help they needed. Now, can I get one of those Polish sausages?” she giggles. “Two of them, actually. I’m real hungry because of the workouts you guys have been putting me through.”
I nod, already reaching for my wallet.
“Of course, honey. We’ll get five of them, but let’s not eat here okay? There’s no place to sit, and besides, I want to chat with you more about HRA. You know my law firm does some pro bono work, right? Maybe we can figure out some way for Stand and True to contribute to your efforts fighting poverty.”
Tanya breaks into a big smile then.
“That would be great,” she murmurs. “So many folks need representation, and I know there’s some way you guys could help. Stand and True, you said? That’s the name of your firm?”
I grin.
“Yep. Attorneys of law, at your service.”
“Do you do divorce law, by any chance?” she asks in an arch tone.
I frown as the vendor hands us a paper bag filled with Polish sausages.
“Oh and a pickle too!” Tanya interjects, pointing to a giant jar filled with greenish liquid and blobs bobbing around inside. “The biggest one!”
The vendor reaches for a set of tongs while I shake my head.
“We don’t do family law, I’m afraid. Why? Do you have a friend who needs a referral? I could ask around.”
The pretty blonde shakes her head slowly.
“No, it’s for me. I’m the one who’s divorced.”
Carl, Chris and I are surprised.
“You are?” Carl asks. “I had no idea.”
“I thought you were only twenty-five,” Chris adds.
“I am,” Tanya says in a soft voice, suddenly looking ashamed. “I’m divorced twice, actually, and each marriage only lasted a couple months, so yeah. My marital history isn’t great.”
I frown.
“Divorce is no one’s fault,” I say. “And it’s certainly not our place to judge. But what happened?”
Tanya’s narrow shoulders slump, the energy fizzing out of the pretty girl.
“Well, basically, I got married straight out of college to the first husband. He’s a nice person, but we grew apart. So we got divorced, and then I married an older dude, who was also very kind. He’s actually how I got the money for my apartment. He gave me a nice settlement as part of our divorce, but yeah, that’s the problem now. I guess he’s hit upon hard times, and he wants me to sign the apartment over to him.”
I snort.
“As an attorney, I’d advise you to not do that. There’s no way he can compel you to give away your apartment just because he’s hit upon ‘hard times.’ I mean, it could all be a lie. I wouldn’t put it past him seeing that New York real estate is expensive and hard to come by.”
Tanya nods.
“I know. It’s just … well, I feel bad because of the circumstances surrounding our divorce.”
We begin strolling back to our apartments, the noise of the street fair dying away so that it’s just the four of us.
“Why, what happened?” Chris asks in a reasonable voice. “Do you feel comfortable sharing?”
Our girl lets out a sigh, her shoulders slumping.
“Well, it’s that I was too much of a slut,” she confesses in a whisper, staring down at her feet as we walk. “Both of my husbands divorced me for that reason, actually.”
I’m taken aback.
“But did you do something wrong? Illegal, even?”
She shakes her head miserably, still staring at her feet.
“No. At least, I don’t think so. It’s just that I need it so much all the time. You guys have seen how insatiable I am, and it was too much for my two husbands. I overwhelmed them.”
“You mean, they don’t like the vegetables, not to mention the cactus, and the dildos?”
Tanya nods.
“They hated that stuff. They hated the moonlight rituals, the sunlight worship, and called it “fake” and “made-up.” They said I’d been seduced by the “wellness industry” and needed to “get my head screwed on straight.” Whatever that means,” she adds.
I shake my head.
“Damn. They sound like losers to me.”
Tanya shoots me a sad smile.
“They’re not losers. They just weren’t the right fit for me, and as a result, we had to get divorced. Now, here I am at twenty-five without exactly a stellar track record. Actually, I guess you could say I’ve failed on the personal front pretty spectacularly.”
Carl takes her other hand in his own big one as we near the apartment.
“It’s fine, baby. Lots of people get divorced multiple times these days. It’s no reflection on you if your exes were uptight, repressed, small-dick losers.”
Chris opens the door, ushering us into the cool entryway of the building.
“My place?” he asks. We nod and make our way up to the third floor before entering the chef’s colorful apartment. He’s got bronze pots and pans hanging neatly on the walls of his kitchen, as well as a massive collection of knives, and a huge Kitchen-Aid mixer on the counter.
“Do you use that?” I ask, nodding at the food processor.
“Not really,” he admits. “I’m usually so tired when I get back from the restaurant that I eat a PB&J on the couch.”
“Damn. I wouldn’t have guessed that a fancy chef eats sandwiches on his own, but okay.”
Chris shrugs, his expression rueful.
“Hey, at least it’s fast and I get the calories I need.”
I clap his shoulder.
“I get it, my man. I end up ordering from Mickey D’s sometimes because I need the Red Bull after a long day at work.”
Tanya giggles as she opens the food bags we’ve brought home.
“Both of you are ridiculous,” she murmurs. “Besides, you know that I cook and bake a lot, so you should come up and ask me for food if you’re hungry. But in the meantime, let’s have some fun, hmm? I think you know what I’m talking about.”
I pretend ignorance, although of course, I have my suspicions.
“What do you mean, sweetheart?”
She giggles and reaches into the bag before reappearing with a Polish sausage in one hand, and a giant pickle in the other.
“Oh, I think you know what I mean,” she coos while winking flirtatiously at us. “Surely, the shape of my food order gave it away! And the fact that I asked for multiple sausages,” she says.
Chris and Carl literally start growling, their eyes already aflame with heat.
“Why, what are you going to do with them?”
Tanya titters again as she slips out of her top and shorts, leaving her clad in just the tiniest panties and whisper-thin bra. Then, her lingerie joins the heap of discarded clothes on the floor as she settles onto the couch, spreading her legs. Oh shit. The beautiful woman’s already dripping between her legs, her folds wet and moist. Not only that, but her breasts are enormous and creamy, with hard pink tips that beg to be suckled. I make to kneel before her, but she shakes her head.
“Not yet, James,” she whispers. “Because I want to have my fun first.”
Then, the dirty girl hocks and lets saliva drip from between her lips. The long line of fluid drops all the way to her pussy before breaking, moistening her slit, and then slithers even further down until it’s coating her asshole. My cock jerks at the sight, a bit of pre-come spurting into my pants.
“Oh shit,” I groan. “Fuck.”
“You’ve been saying that a lot lately,” Tanya mewls, lifting her knees a bit so that we have a better view of her bottom. She reaches one hand down to gently lube up her backdoor, making sure that we have a clear view of that tight hole. “But first,” she purrs. “I need to take care of my needs.”
Then, she takes the giant Polish sausage in one hand before sliding it into her slick twat. “Oohhh!” Tanya cries, cramming her cunt full of hard meat. “Mmm!”
Once it’s in all the way, the blonde girl begins probing her back door with the head of the pickle. “You ready?” she moans, making eye contact with all of us. By now, Chris, Carl and I are fully erect, stroking our shafts as we watch her show with avid eyes.
“We’re ready,” Chris growls in reply, his brown eyes fixed to her asshole.
“We love how you enjoy food,” Carl adds in a hoarse voice, his hand like a metronome on his rod. “Shit baby. You’re talented. Anyone ever tell you that?”
Tanya giggles.
“I know, right?” Then, she lets out a throaty moan as the pickle begins to penetrate her back hole. At first, nothing happens, but then she increases the pressure and with an audible pop, her sphincter opens and the green monster slides up into her rectum. “Ooooh!” she squeals. “Ungh!”
“Ungh is right,” I rasp, advancing on the pretty blonde until I’ve got her chin in my hand. “Open.”
Like a good girl, the blonde immediately obeys, and I push my shaft between those swollen pink lips. Her blue eyes bulge a bit as she looks at me, her cheeks swollen like a chipmunk as the head of my dick worms down her throat. “Mphph!”
Meanwhile, Carl and Chris are determined to get their piece too. Chris takes the pickle in his hand, while Carl grabs the Polish sausage. Then, the two men begin fucking her holes with the food while I fuck her face with my shaft.
“Mmmm!” Tanya screams as she’s taken in all three orifices. “Mmmph!”
“You’re nasty,” I rasp while I cradle the back of her skull in my hands. “Your husbands were right to divorce you because now, you’re ours. Do you hear that, sweetheart? You belong to us.”
The curvy girl nods as best she can while deep-throating my dick, but the stimulation is too much. With all three of us trashing her holes, Tanya can’t hold on any longer and her eyes go wide as her big breasts shake. Then, she lets out a scream as her pussy and ass clench with ecstasy.
“Mmmm!” is her shriek. “Mmm! Mmm!”
The three of us can’t hold back either. I immediately begin ejaculating down her throat while Chris and Carl spray our beautiful girl’s body with reams of hot milk.
“Fuck!” Chris shouts.
“Shit!” Carl roars.
Meanwhile, our girl sucks my rod ravenously, swallowing my seed like a maniac as my buddies continue to pump her secret spots. Splatters of man milk decorate her curves like a Jackson Pollock panting, rendering Tanya even more beautiful than before. After all, she may be a nasty whore, but she’s our nasty whore, and we don’t like to share … or so we think.