He opened it to find Texas Bunny Long before him. She was alone except for a bottle of champagne she carried in her arms.
"Oh, Texas." He admitted her.
"I hope you don't mind, Phil. I have a career decision to make and I need somebody with an objective mind to talk to."
He felt immediate excitement. Her face had a serious, businesslike look, but her dress suggested other things. A tight-fitting black rayon outfit clung to her body. And the champagne in her arms hinted at perhaps some pleasure.
His lust rose at once. Whenever he saw Texas his cock thickened as he imagined fucking that loose flesh, soft and silky, off her bones. As they set the champagne in ice he caught a flash of her rounded, sexy ass and wondered if she still…
"I have offers to leave the act and go single as a singer with a band," she said. She went on to explain that she was a better singer than either Flair or Maddy and she felt she'd devoted enough time to the sister act.
She explained that the "Austin Sisters" took their name from the Texas city, but she was ready to go back to being Texas Bunny once more.
Phil had already made his decision. He seized her and hugged her, digging his hands into the yielding flesh of her remarkable rear. He kissed her and felt his prick thick and hard against their bellies.
"Why don't we… have some fun… relax… before we talk about careers," he breathed in her pink ear.
Her loins thrust against his, undulating, thrilling his stiff cock. The soft brown eyes were hungry. "A good idea," she whispered in her gentle voice. In seconds his tongue was halfway down her throat reveling in the sweet honey hotness and he kneaded those glorious buttocks as he jacked off between their bellies.
There was a knock on the door. They broke apart, gasping.
"Flair, maybe Maddy," she cried softly. "Don't want 'em to catch me here."
Before he could react, she'd grabbed her champagne bottle and dashed into his closet.
It was not Flair or Maddy at his door. It was George Panther with a champagne bottle in his arms and a sad look on his face.
"Phil, I've got to talk to you. Serious problems. I happened to have this bottle. Can we talk?"
Phil was about to cut him off, but George really looked sad, and didn't even notice the tent in Phil's pants, his sex blush nor the ice bucket for Bunny's champagne. Besides, Phil had all night. Nonchalantly he tossed George's bottle into the bucket, sprawled on his bed and said, "Okay, shoot."
George complained that he feared the Austin Sisters were going to break up after Jumbo. Maddy and Flair were mad at Texas Bunny. She never tried new things. They thought they could be better off as a duo.
Delighted to know that Texas heard all this from his closet, Phil pointed out that George might double his income as agent for Texas as a single and the two girls as a team. George gloomed that more likely they'd all drop him for new agents.
"They're gonna desert me!" cried George. "Here I've built 'em big and never even got any sex from them, except once a little bit. They hate me."
It was a night when Phil felt high and reckless. He suggested that maybe George just never found out what kind of sex the girls liked. What did George think of Texas Bunny?
"That one I'd like to diddle most of all!" cried George. "She has the sexiest ass that ever walked down Broadway."
"So why don't you suggest anal intercourse."
"Cornholing?" George's eyes got big. "She'd kill me! How could I suggest such a perverted thing to a classy girl like that?"
He went on rhapsodizing about Texas, her charms and her sexy rear. Delighted, Phil kept his eye on the closet where the door was ajar. Slowly, slowly it opened wider and wider as George talked. Finally Texas stepped out into the room, holding her bottle of champagne. Otherwise she was totally naked.
"Well, now," she said in her soft voice, "maybe you haven't asked the right questions, George, as Phil suggested."
George froze in horror. Phil laughed and said that maybe it was time for them to put the two champagne bottles together.
It was, thought Phil, going to be very tricky but also very rewarding. When he and George had stripped, Phil got on his back on the bed. At his direction, Bunny mounted his hips. He spread his legs really wide and offered his stiff jong to the girl. Tongue curling, eyes glowing the brown-eyed blonde slowly impaled herself on his blade, both of them gasping as he violated her wet, ready cunt.
"Now then, George," laughed Phil. "When we get going take hold of her hips, find her second hole and live a little!"
George was beside himself with excitement, his smaller cock as hard as Phil's.
"Holy Magruder, this is the banner night in my life!" he cried.
Phil recalled that he'd been sucked by Texas Bunny, that he'd buggered her luscious back hole but that he'd never plundered her pink little cunt. So why not let George have the back seat on this ride?
"Oh, Phil!" thrilled Bunny, oozing down on his shaft.
"Ah, God, a cunt like a kid's," he mooned, thrusting up to take her entire vagina. Because of the size of his prick and the tightness of her small cunt, the friction was delicious. Once again, he felt that extra pleasure of that flesh, a little loose on her bones. She was just as sexy as eight years ago. He pumped for glory.
"Ahhhh, heaven!" cried Bunny, matching his thrust with hers. They literally flew into a hot fuck.
"Hey, wait for me!" yipped George, trying to control the leaping loins as they flexed.
They laughed and stopped the action so George could come aboard. George found plenty of juices in Bunny's crotch to oil his blade. Then with trembling fingers he parted her rich buttocks and found her ass pucker a couple of inches above her cunt, well filled with Phil's cock, already gleaming with musky cunt oils. The three made some shifts until George had his prick placed at a good angle for Bunny's asshole. "Now," he muttered and shoved.
The mingled pain and pleasure made Bunny yowl and tighten her buttocks as the second prick violated her sphincter and eased inside of her intestine.
"Bless the Greek Gods, I don't think I can stand this!" she sang happily as her second hole filled. She had trained her asshole well enough so as to permit rear entry, but she'd never had a double filling like this. The exquisite pressure on her cunt was matched with even more fabulous pressure on her tender, slick gut membranes.
"Uh, uh, uh," she went as George inched his cock deep into her loin mass. The partition that separated her cunt channel from her rear was stretched gossamer thin between the invading blades. Phil fucked, George moved and Bunny screamed, "Don't move! I'll die! Oh!"
Yet as the men shifted and her sphincter sullenly retracted she began to feel incredible, hot flames consume her belly and her ass.
"Ah, oh, I'm so fucked!" she blatted happily. The two pricks had a seesaw lock on her parts now as both Phil and George began to move in and out to service her holes. She quivered, sang and moaned her ecstatic joy. The two men moaned in satisfaction as they felt the silken, hot and maddening friction and listened to her gasps and felt her little body jerks as if she feared being torn open.
"Oh, this is crazy, good, feels divine!" she cried. It was okay now. She could even move herself, though carefully, and take cock plunges from both men. "Hooooo," she sang in deep gut violation pleasure.
Vaguely she was aware of Phil reaming her mouth with his tongue, sucking off kisses and stroking and setting her nipples on fire as he fucked her. George licked and caressed her satiny back, murmuring. But mostly she felt unbelievable, deep fire from her navel to her knees as the two hungry male cocks devoured her holes. The sensation was so fabulous that she lost all control of herself and bucked and rocked at the will of the men, crazed to a purple glory of front and rear fuck-friction. It was too good to last long, yet a century of joy.