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It was one night after a recent photoshoot. Nova found herself uncontrollably feverish, her eyes watery and breath shallow. “What’s wrong?” asked the others, but she had no answer for them. Instead, E.sha figured it out.
“God, you’re burning up…oh, what’s that smell?”
She sniffed poor Nova, from the nape of her neck, down the front of her cleavage, all the way to the boiling wet spot hidden between her legs. It was time for triage.
“You’re in heat, aren’t you, girl?”
Nova exhaled in exasperation. “Like a tropical monsoon meeting the cold Russian winter,” she said in libidinous distress.
E.sha, still on her knees, look Nova up and down. “It was that sexy conga line pose, wasn’t it?”
Nova nodded, shaking. E.sha smiled.
“Only one cure for that.”
She and Nizz slowly stripped Nova down to nothing, while the maknaes watched.
“Are you cooling off?” asked E.sha.
“No, the heat is getting worse…”
“Better douse those flames quick,” teased Nizz.
They started by necking her, then moved onto her tits, soft and curved and perky, with nipples erect like a fucking porn star. They bade Aria and Hannah take over while they moved on down to her pussy and ass, E.sha kissing the former while Nizz played with those sweet cheeks.
“They’re so big and beautiful!” exclaimed Nizz, pressing the side of her face against one cheek while slapping the other with the palm of her hand.
“Big fat booty butt!”
“Hey, I’m feeling kind of faint…” said Nova. E.sha wiped pussy juice off her mouth.
“Damn, I was just getting started. We’re going to have to move up the treatment schedule. Somebody break out the toys, stat!”
As she got to her feet, Nizz head-butted Nova’s bottom like she wanted to jam her entire skull up in there. Aria and Hannah pulled back from Nova’s hot tits, their lips still tightly sealed around her nipples until Nova began to cry out in pain, then they simultaneously let go, letting those titties snap back in an incredible jiggle, like a luscious shockwave piercing through the bulk of a collapsing star. I didn’t use to think astronomy could be sexy, either. Now Nova had to be carried into the dorm’s sex room, a spare bedroom female idols keep for therapeutic sex. Male idols don’t keep sex rooms, because they’re willing to do it just about anywhere. One arm lay on Hannah’s shoulder, the other around Aria’s, and Nizz carried poor lucky Nova by both of her legs, because E.sha was hurrying to set up the fucking machines.
“Can’t you four just grow girl dicks for a night and have at me?” asked Nova.
“Uh-oh,” said E.sha, “she’s getting delirious. Best to finish her off quickly, before she suffers any permanent damage.”
But that felt wrong to sweet Aria. “Why don’t we take turns pounding her with strap-ons? It’d be more efficient…”
E.sha shook her head. “That’s not good enough. It would only feed her addiction. Remember, women can come again and again and again. The only way to save her is to overload her with one huge orgasm.”
“But, then…shouldn’t we all put on strap-ons, at the same time? Fill all her holes with multiple penetrations?”
“You can be the mattress, if you want,” interrupted Hannah. “But you won’t get any nookie for your own. This has already gotten me way too horny, no way I’m gonna waste time we can give to a machine when Nova’s gonna be so out of her mind with lust. Don’t you want to get your pussy sucked?”
Aria looked down at Nova, now strapped in place on a bed. Her eyes were completely dilated; she kept licking the air above her face, desperate for a taste. Aria shrugged and took off her clothes, then joined Hannah in tit-sucking some more, while E.sha declared the mechanical devices ready and Nizz took the first turn opportunistically fucking Nova’s face.
“Oh, god, what is she doing to me!” cried out Nizz, with a big smile on her face. She came, all over Nova’s face, then slowed down to catch her breath.
Then she started building up a rhythm again.
“Hey! That’s not fair!” said Hannah. “We should all get a turn, before she can go again!”
E.sha pondered this, then agreed. “Nizz, you can use one of the spare dildoes until it’s your turn again.”
But Nizz didn’t respond, paralyzed by orgasmic overload. Hannah and Aria had to pull her off of Nova. E.sha couldn’t help because she was keeping all the toys from falling out of Nova.
“What? What the fuck is this heaven!?!” Hannah was swiftly losing her mind as well. Aria struggled to remove her when her time was up. Then she looked down the foot of the bed at E.sha, expectantly.
“Don’t you want your turn first, before the maknae?”
E.sha shook her head. “Nah, I’ll snuggle with her at the end, while the machines destroy me. You go on ahead now, girl.”
But Aria was so nervous. There was Nova’s face, makeup obliterated by squirting pussy juice, and even though it was something she’d wanted for a long, long time, still she was afraid of what it might mean, or some other irrational fear that has long plagued the human race.
“I want you, babe,” whispered Nova, through the hot mess soaking her face.
“Do me. Do me, now…”
And Aria held her breath, and gently rode Nova’s tired tongue, and when she at last cried out, it was like she was named for a song or a musical note or something.