Cheeky Threesome

Author’s Name: Spikey

Celebrity Names: The Cheeky Girls (Monica & Gabriella Irimia)

Story Codes: MFF, incest, anal, ws, les

Disclaimer: This story is purely a fantasy, and does not represent the celebrities involved. Do not try this at home, you WILL end up in jail. If you are under 18, stop reading NOW.

A CHEEKY THREESOME

Note: The story is set in 2002 – it doesn’t work otherwise =) It’s not like either of them have done much since… Please send any feedback or suggestions to spikey_stuff@hotmail.com


The playback mercifully came to an end, the
machine clicking off. I massaged my temples with the balls of my wrists, and could feel a headache coming on. They were terrible, there were no two ways about it. Monica and Gabriella Irimia were twins from Romania who had shot to national infamy on reality TV show Popstars : The Rivals when their dreadful self-penned Cheeky Song had stunned professional judges and the general public. Some bright spark had the idea of giving them a record deal in the hope the novelty would shift records, and being out of favour with the boss I was given the assignment of producing the thing. Two other producers had tried and declared the results unusable, and top brass had decreed this third attempt to be their last chance. If I said the material wasn’t up to scratch, their contract would be torn up and they’d sink back into obscurity.

The material wasn’t up to scratch. I didn’t want to have to tell the girls their dream was over, but that was what I was going to have to do. I pressed the talkback and asked them to step into the producers’ booth. Seconds later, the door opened. Both girls were dressed in high heels, denim hot-pants and matching yellow t-shirts, knotted to show off their navels. As usual, they were standing just a bit too close together, Gabriella’s hand resting right against Monica’s left thigh. Rumours had been circulating among the staff that they were very close sisters over the past torturous month of recording – an A&R girl had said they’d shared a toilet cubicle and emerged with smeared makeup, someone on reception had seen them cuddle up in the back of a taxi when leaving the studio, that sort of thing. You never really listened to that sort of talk, music studios were always full of stories. Shame that it there probably wasn’t any truth in it, really – the idea of the toned, beautiful twins fucking each other was a very hot one. I shook my head and dragged myself back to reality. Let’s get this over with.

“Girls… I’m sorry but…” That was the other slightly strange thing about them – both twins held eye contact very strongly, and they were both gazing right into my eyes now. It made you feel like you were under a spotlight. I started again. “It just seems to be that the material isn’t…”

Without breaking eye contact, Gabriella moved her hand across, sliding it smoothly inside Monica’s denim hit-pants. After fumbling in her sister’s crotch for a second, she withdrew the digit, coated in milky white fluid. Still staring into my eyes, she tilted her head back, opened her mouth and let Monica’s cunt cream drip from her finger onto her tongue. Monica turned around and locked the studio door.

Monica was the first one to actually speak. “We want to be pop stars. We are willing to do anything to make this happen. Anything. Just tell us what you want us to do.”

I was stunned. Were they saying what I thought they were saying? No, they weren’t being coy, Gabriella had just fingered Monica. They definitely meant this. I suppose I could sign off on the album, but it’d have to be worth it. With my name on this piece of shit my career in the industry would be over. So I’d have to really have some fun here. I glanced around the cubicle and saw my digital camcorder – I’d recently purchased it and had been mucking around with the thing to distract myself from the girls’ awful singing. I cleared my throat.

“Okay…” I said hoarsely. “But I want to film you.”

“You won’t show anyone?” Monica asked. I shook my head. “Okay. What you want us to do?” My prick strained against the fly of my jeans. The broken English was adding to it. I had so many obscene requests that my brain fused and I couldn’t think of anything. I’d need a minute to take it all in.

“Warm each other up.” I commanded.

Their faces lit up – I got the impression this really wasn’t much of a chore for them. As I focused the camera on them, they began caressing each others’ tits and dived into a passionate French kiss. After a moment of this tenderness, Monica dropped to her knees. Gabriella turned around, putting her back to her sister, and gave a lewd wink at the camera, then bent over. Monica slipped her sister’s shorts down, then her panties, a thin strand of lubrication briefly connecting the crotch of the garment to her glistening cunt. However, instead of eating out Gabriella’s pussy, Monica dove straight towards her sweaty arsehole, her tongue eliciting groans of pleasure from her twin. Bending over further and gripping her own ankles, Gabriella turned towards me again.

“She is licking my dirty hole! Come and look!”

I moved closer with the camera. It was a magnificent sight, as the crinkled ring of brownish flesh stretched and contracted against Monica’s fast-moving tongue, almost gripping it. Gabriella’s pussy was slick with juice, which was dribbling onto her sister’s chin, and then dripping into Monica’s cleavage. I zoomed in just as Gabriella’s legs began to shake, and the stream of girl-cum increased.

“I’m cumming!” She moaned. Monica removed her tongue with an audible sucking noise as her sister’s anus desperately tried to hold on to the intruder. Gabriella gently collapsed forwards onto all fours, smiling blissfully. Monica stood back up and began rummaging in the boxes at the back of the cubicle. I moved around to film Gabriella’s twitching arsehole and dripping cunt, and the slutty Romanian moved her legs apart to oblige me, looking back over her shoulder with a dirty smile. Monica reappeared next to me, brandishing a flute.

“This will do… Watch this!”

She knelt down behind her sister, and drove the silver instrument into Gabriella’s pussy in one swift movement. Monica’s head reared and she let out a shriek of pleasure. Six inches of the flute protruded from her opening, her cunt walls gripped it in place. Gabriella wriggled her hips, her sodden panties dropping to her ankles. She kicked them away into the corner of the booth, and got down on all fours facing away from Monica. Her head almost touching the floor, she looked back at her sister and scooted backwards so their legs were overlapping, and shoved herself backwards so the remainder of the flute rammed into her cunt. In unison, they began fucking each other with the makeshift double-dildo, pulling away from each other until there was only an inch of so in each pussy, and slamming back together so their perfect bums briefly touched. Both were moaning in pleasure, and each thrust saw the abused instrument become wetter and wetter. My cock felt fit to burst, but I wasn’t going to jerk off over this (after all, I was videoing this) when my spunk could be spent in better ways, but I thought I should contribute something. I picked a pen up off the desk, crouched over the pair of sluts and slid the thing into Monica’s arsehole. Almost instantly, Gabriella reached back, grasped the end of the pen and began driving it in and out in time with the pair’s hypnotic movements. She looked back over her shoulder.

“Please… My butt is empty, put something in it…” She begged.

Leaving the camera pointed at the pair, I desperately looked around the booth for something that would fit the bill. There was another pen, but it wasn’t often a woman begged you to stick an object in her arsehole, and I wanted to try something different. I glanced over to the box of old instruments that Monica had found in a forgotten corner of the cubicle. A recorder was visible, the same sort found in schools – perfect! I retrieved the brown plastic instrument, and moved back to the fucking pair. Their pussies were making filthy slurping sounds as they fucked the flute, and cum was dripping from the metal, making a damp patch on the carpet. The room stank of hot cunt. I placed the mouthpiece against Gabriella’s ring, and began to tease the hole open with the tip. Her brown-eye was very obliging, taking the thin mouthpiece easily, I steadily but firmly drove the instrument into her arse, her ring stretching to accept the bulbous head. Her groaning redoubled, and almost immediately Monica’s hand came back, grabbing the length of the instrument and twisting it around. I stepped back and continued filming the depraved pair. After a few minutes they removed the objects from each other’s arses, and rolled onto their sides without the flute slipping out, and began grinding against each other. The squelches were becoming louder by the second, and both girls’ thighs were plastered with cum. Gradually they slowed down, panting like dogs, and Monica finally pulled away far enough for the flute to slip out of her twat with a plop. She lay back on the floor with her legs bent, her cunt gaping open like a split melon and her pubes matted. Gabriella removed the flute with another lewd plop, and moved the juice-covered instrument to her mouth, absent-mindedly licking at their mixed pussy excretions like the thing was a lollipop.

“Okay,” Monica gasped, “Are we warmed up enough for you yet?”

I gave my answer in the form of action, setting the camera on the desk, then moving over to Gabriella. I lent down and tore her t-shirt down the middle, revealing her braless tits. I then stood back over her, dropped my jeans and boxers and shoved my rock-hard dick in her mouth. She didn’t miss a beat , her tongue swirling around my bell-end as I fucked her throat hard. I felt Monica move up behind me, and begin cradling my balls. My prick was banging against the back of Gabriela’s throat and it felt great. Combined with the sights I’d just witnessed, I wasn’t going to last long. After only a few minutes of their attention, I could feel my spunk welling up in my balls. I pulled my knob out of Gabriella’s mouth and pointed it down at her tits, thick slugs of cum splattering her firm, tanned globes. I stepped back, and Monica immediately pounced on her sibling, her talented tongue lapping my jizz from Gabriella’s breasts. Having seen what thoroughbred sluts the Cheeky Girls really were, I found a bit more confidence.

“Now, that’s just the start… I’m not finished with you two yet. Get me hard again.”

Monica smiled. “I like challenge!” She unbuttoned her hot pants, wriggled her lovely arse so they dropped to the floor, and stepped out of them. She kept her top on, which was helpful as otherwise I’d probably have trouble telling them apart. She took a polystyrene cup from the mixing desk, placed it on a chair and placed her legs either side of the seat. Making sure I was filming again, she strained for a second before a stream of yellow piss sprang from her trimmed cunt straight into the cup. Immediately I began to feel my cock grow, but the dirty slut hadn’t started yet. She cut off her flow with the cup half full, swung her legs back over, lifted the cup from the chair and began to casually sip her own warm urine. After drinking most of the contents, she kept the last mouthful without swallowing. Gabriella knelt down dutifully in front of her and opened her mouth, and Monica spat the mouthful of piss straight down her sister’s throat. What a dirty pair. She wasn’t done yet, however. She reached down for the discarded recorder, and without seeming bothered that it had been in her sister’s shitter crammed the thing mouthpiece-first into her steaming minge. Without prompting, Gabriella dropped to all fours in front of the chair and took the other end of the recorder in her mouth. With a sigh, Monica released her bladder once again. Some of the piss went straight down the recorder into Gabriella’s thirsty mouth, but the rest shot up through the fingering holds and played on her pretty face in eight tiny streams. My cock was rigid now, and leaving the camera pointing at the perverse spectacle I moved around and without hesitation slammed it into Gabriella’s dirtbox. Despite its’ ordeals her ring-piece gripped my cock just right – I could stroke in and out of her gorgeous arsehole with ease, but it was nice and snug around my pulsating dick. The girl didn’t miss a beat drinking her sister’s piss as I penetrated her. Monica finished peeing, and pulled the recorder from her opening. She moved her pussy closer to Gabriella, who then began licking every drop of piss from Monica in between grunting in response to my anal assault. Once she was sure she had every droplet of golden nectar, Gabriella turned her tongue to licking Monica’s stuiff clit. After a couple of minutes the pee on her face was joined by a few liberal squirts of pussy juice. Once she’d recovered from her orgasm, the dirty look was back on Monica’s face.

“Lie on your back, but keep in her butt.” She said. I was giving the orders here, but none of the girls’ ideas had been bad yet, so I complied, folding backwards and bringing Gabriella with me, squirming on my rod as she moved and the angle tightened. With her lying directly on top of me it was hard to thrust, but I kept moving my pelvis slightly to keep the momentum up. Gabriella parted her legs, reducing the tightness a little. Monica knelt down, sitting on my legs and began to finger Gabriella’s pussy. Soon she had four fingers in, and I could feel Gabriella’s juice working overtime, dripping down onto my thighs. Then I felt something against my prick – craning around to see, I could just about make out that Monica had her hand inside her sister’s cunt, and was actually caressing the head of my prick in her arse with only a membrane of skin between them. It was too much, and I felt my balls tighten again as I filled Gabriella’s rectum with cum while she squirmed in orgasm on top of me. After a few seconds lying there, she pushed herself off and collapsed on the floor next to me. Monica leant over and took my spent prick in her mouth, sucking her sister’s anal grease from it greedily. I was past being shocked by either of them. However, the pressure from Gabrella lying on me had made me desperate for a slash, and with no erection to hold it back I could feel my piss rising. What the Hell, I thought, she’s not going to mind. My limp prick was fully inside Monica’s mouth and she didn’t bat an eyelid as I emptied my bladder directly down her throat, just staring at me with those amazing eyes as she gulped down my hot golden stream. As I pissed in her sister’s mouth, Gabriella passed me my phone. I flipped open the keypad and dialled the label boss.

I only half-remembered the conversation. Monica’s determined sucking coaxed another hard-on out of my cock as I finished urinating, and she began giving my tender prick a slurping wet blowjob. Gabriella sat down on the mixing desk opposite me, her arse up against the glass window and her high-heeled ankles perched on the edge of the desk. She moved a finger down to her sloppy arse and drove the digit into her red ring, bringing it out covered in my spunk, then slipping it in her mouth. I assured my boss that the album had come out sounding fine, and I was sure it was going to be a big hit. It took all my effort to keep my voice level. Once the call was made, I felt Gabriella up the speed, and pulled my cock out, pointing it at her face. Three thick strands of cum hit her, one across the nose, one across her left cheek and one on her bottom lip. Suddenly, a pager went among the discarded garments. Cum still on her face, Gabriella scrabbled around on the floor.

“Shit, our car will be her five minutes, we must clean up…”

The pair just stood up, grabbed their skirts and headed to the door, Monica with my spunk running out of her bumhole and down her thigh, Gabriella with it on her face. Both were still glistening with drying piss and cunt cream, and Gabriella’s top was ripped down the middle. They turned as they unlocked the door and in perfect synch blew a kiss at me.

“We like working with you, when we make next album we call you!”

I had no complaints, though I doubted there would be a second album… I regained my composure after the girls had left, and dressed myself. I grabbed the camcorder, the flute, the recorder, the cup and both pairs of panties and hurried out of the booth before the cleaner began her evening rounds and had questions about the room reeking of cunt and piss.

So, you see, it’s all my fault – “The Cheeky Song”, “Hooray Hooray, it’s a Cheeky Holiday!”, “Have a Cheeky Christmas” – it’s all my fault they were released. But as I watch back the tape from the post-recording party and marvel once again at the twins’ antics, I think you can understand why I had to do it.

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