The Adventures of Boipussy Pt. 11 - Sex Stories

The Adventures of Boipussy Pt. 11

... OK?"

Ace wasn't sure if he was.

"We need to leave soon," she said. "Let's head downstairs. Breakfast is ready."

As soon as Ace stood up, the room spun on its axis. His head throbbed and his stomach rebelled. The thought of deep-fried food was kryptonite. He bolted to the bathroom and kneeled as his guts recoiled, giving praise, thanks and gratitude to the Louisiana sewage department.

After spitting into the bowl once or twice, Ace flushed and stood on uncertain legs. He wiped his mouth, slowly feeling strength return to his frame. He felt better immediately. He pumped himself up. "I declare, here and now, before assembled witnesses, that I am now ready for breakfast. Bring me eggs, bring me fried tomatoes, bring me hash browns, but do not bring me bacon for I, Ace, am a vegetarian." He glanced desperately at Candii. "No, but seriously, please get me something to eat, because I might die if you don't."

She escorted him downstairs to their breakfast buffet.

*

"You look a little rough this morning," Pete observed as Ace took a seat. "Did you destroy the minibar last night?" "I just puked," Ace confessed. "Candii took me to a jazz bar and I guess I had a few too many. Swallow was buying. What's a man to do?"

This was the rockstar lifestyle. Drinking until way late on the record company's dime, throwing up in the morning mere hours before the next show...

"You feeling OK?" asked Carlos.

"Yeah. Been ages since I had a night like last night, but I'm ...

... glad I threw up a second ago. Someone once told me many years ago 'better out than in', though the statement clearly doesn't apply when it comes to cock." He paused for a moment, smiling. "Trust me, I'll be fine after breakfast."

Candii approached their table. She pointed to the vacant seat next to Ace. "Anyone sitting here?" Ace pulled the seat back from the table for her. "So chivalrous." She kissed him on the cheek before turning her attention to the two boys from Ass To Mouth. "How's the tour going for you, Carlos?"

"This is the best time I've ever had in my life," he beamed. "Even the technical fuckup we suffered at the first show can't bring me down."

She turned to address Pete. "And I heard you had quite the time in the bate room the other night," she confided.

Pete was surprised. "What did you hear?"

"I heard it was a blowbang of epic proportions."

Pete blushed before Carlos interrupted. "Nobody sucks cock like Pete." He threw a proud arm around his boyfriend's shoulders.

Ace struggled with a mouthful of scrambled egg. "It's true. Pete could win wars with his mouth."

Candii imagined Pete on his knees while the two frontmen fucked his face. Her clitty tingled.

Pete tried to explain. "Let's just say that there's something about Hypnosissy's live set that makes me horny. Something about them really cranks my handle." He paused for a moment. "Like, when they're onstage, I suddenly feel empty, and I need to be filled with as much cock as I can get. ...