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A Fresh Start Weekenders

A Fresh Start Weekenders

by bier_faerie
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Preamble

This is the fifth instalment of my 'Fresh Start' series, following the adventures of my two main characters Chelsea Cartwright and Connor Patterson. In this episode Connor and Chelsea are off to spend the weekend with Connors ex-wife, the actress, Sophie Cruz and her soon to be husband, Sons of Mayhem star, Lance Penning.

Chapter 1

Connor Patterson woke up with a slight hangover. More like dehydration really. The woman lying next to him was still asleep, snoring ever so slightly. She had a pole dancer's body; tall and lithe, with surgically enhanced tits. He couldn't be sure if they'd fucked the previous night or whether they'd just crashed out together. He remembered having sex with several women though and she could easily have been one of them. It had been the first time in a long while that he'd done anything like this. He felt guilty that he'd slipped into his old ways so easily. But then again, he had enjoyed himself.

It had all started the previous morning. He and Lance had left Chelsea and Sophie in L.A. and set off on their motorbikes for a road trip. The plan being to meet up with the girls at a cabin in the mountains the following evening.

What Chelsea and Sophie hadn't known was that Lance had arranged a kind of hen night for Sophie while they were away. Also, that same evening, Lance's 'Sons of Mayhem' friends had arranged a stag night for him. Connor had known about the stag night, but he hadn't quite been prepared for what had gone down.

The 'Sons of Mayhem' film had been a big box office hit and had put Lance on the map as an actor. The producers had tried to give it some gritty authenticity by adding real outlaw bikers to the cast and, with the success of the film, some of them had gone on to achieve minor celebrity status, appearing in spin off films and TV shows, as well as making appearances at ComiCons and the like.

The club the bikers belonged to owned an old fifties style holiday camp in what was now pretty much a wilderness on the way to Nevada. It had once been beside a lake but that had dried up decades ago. The place had fallen into ruin, but with a few alterations and a lick of paint, it was somewhere the club could hold rallies and let off steam without offending anyone. As such, it made the ideal location for Lance's stag night.

Motorcycles, guns, alcohol and women were a heady cocktail and Lance had enjoyed himself to the full. Connor had tried to be a little more restrained. As Lance's 'Best Man' he was, in theory, responsible for getting Lance to the alter the following weekend. Although, if Lance had got into any trouble, Connor wasn't sure what he'd have been able to do about it. The bikers were pretty hardcore and however much he might have aspired to be one, Connor knew he wasn't.

Where all the women came from, Connor wasn't sure. A few were wives or girlfriends, used to the lifestyle, but he wasn't sure about the rest. Some girls were attracted to the 'bad boy' image and liked to party with bikers, but Connor guessed that more than a few had been 'incentivised' to be there, financially or otherwise.

Several of the girls had taken turns to be strapped to a bench and offered to all 'cummers'. They did about an hour each before being untied and replaced by another volunteer. Connor found them difficult to resist. He waited until their time was almost up then took his turn fucking them from behind. For Connor, the sensation of pushing your cock into a cum filled pussy could only be beaten by the rare treat of doing the same into a cum filled ass.

He took another look at the girl sleeping beside him but still couldn't remember her. Then he looked at his watch. It was 08.30. He needed fluid and decided to get up and go in search of some water. Perhaps take a couple of Advil too.

Leaving the one room holiday apartment, he wandered over to the main building, which the bikers had turned into a huge bar. It was a scene of carnage, with people still sleeping where they'd fallen the night before. Not everyone was comatose though. One girl was giving her man head as he lay back on a sofa with his eyes closed. She looked up at Connor momentarily and gave him a salacious smile then got back to the task at hand.

Connor took a couple of bottles of water out of the cooler and headed outside again. He took a long swig from one of the bottles, popped a couple of Advil then checked his phone, only to see that Chelsea had messaged him the previous night. He swore under his breath. What if it had been important?

"

I'm going to join your club tonight. Look out for my audition tape,

" she'd written.

Connor smiled. Chelsea wasn't afraid to try new things and this was one of the things he loved about her. It opened the door to so many possibilities in the future.

Eagerly, Connor used his phone to log into the website of the up-market swinging club run by Chase and Monica Morton. He saw that his profile had been updated to show Chelsea as his partner now. Then the site then alerted him to the fact that she'd shared two videos with him. Connor clicked on the one called "Audition" and skipped through it. It began with Chelsea confidently stating that she was making the video of her own volition then showed her having sex with two guys. Connor instantly recognised Chase Morton as one of them but it took a little longer for him to recognise Kyle Pearson, heir to the Pearson Oil fortune. Connor had fucked both of their wives in the past. Chase's wife, Monica was a dirty little whore in bed, but she only liked men. Taylor, Kyle's wife didn't have such qualms. She was a little more reserved at first, but a real beauty and a genuine treat once you got to know her.

Connor watched the two men fuck Chelsea, Kyle in her pussy and Chase in her ass until they both came inside her. He felt a sense of pride that she'd completed her audition in such style. Then he clicked on the link to other video.

This time it was just Chelsea on her own with another guy, but Connor couldn't tell who. The two of them were alone and the guy filmed Chelsea, POV style, as she first went down on him then let him fuck her. Connor could see that Chelsea was making the video for him to watch. But the way she was with guy showed that she was turned on. Chelsea told the guy to film himself penetrating her and Connor watched as a mystery cock slipped in and out of his fiancΓ©. The guy started slowly but built up momentum until he was fucking her hard and fast. Chelsea frigged her pussy at the same time and brought herself to what looked to be a mind-blowing orgasm.

Afterwards she looked into the camera, directly at him.

"I'm turning it off now," she told Connor, "So that Aaron can finish fucking me how he wants. I'll tell you all about it when I see you tomorrow."

Of course. The mystery cock had belonged to Aaron, Chase's son. He must have been about the same age as Chelsea. Connor felt a tinge of jealousy. He could see that Chelsea had been genuinely enjoying herself. But a tiny bit of jealousy was a good thing, it warded off complacency. Besides, Chelsea was almost ten years younger than Connor. She needed friends her own age.

It was almost nine o'clock now and so he decided to try and give Chelsea a call. He felt his heart rate quicken with anticipation as the phone rang.

"Hi there. I was hoping you'd call," Chelsea answered in her trademark cheeky tone.

"I wanted to check you and Sophie got home safely last night," he told her.

"That's sweet of you. We got back fine," Chelsea replied, then added. "I can't wait to see you this evening."

"Me too."

"Did you see my videos?" she asked hopefully.

"I did and I'm really proud of you."

"I'm glad. I had fun last night."

"You seemed to get on very well with Aaron."

"He was nice, I liked him."

"You know you should see him again," Connor offered. "If you want to that is."

"Are you sure?" she asked. "I mean, you wouldn't mind if I did?"

"Of course not. While you and Sophie are in L.A. I'm going to be alone in the apartment with Presley, so it seems only fair really."

"Thank you Connor. I'd like that," Chelsea responded. Connor could sense the relief in her voice.

"Our night was pretty wild too," Connor admitted then went on to explain what had happened.

"Well just make sure that you're safe to ride today," Chelsea cautioned.

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"I will," he told her, then added, "I love you."

"I love you more," she replied.

Connor smiled to himself as he ended the call then made his way back to the one room apartment. When he opened the door the girl was no longer in his bed. Instinctively, he glanced around to see if anything obvious was missing but, as he did, she walked out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel.

"Oh, hi sweetie, there you are," she said chirpily. "I wondered where you'd got to."

"I thought you might like some water," he replied handing her a bottle.

As the girl grasped the bottle she let her towel fall to the floor, and stood in front of him naked. Connor couldn't help checking out her pneumatic breasts as she undid the screwcap and took a long swig of water.

"Mmmm, I needed that," she said afterwards. "Thank you."

"You're welcome," Connor told her.

"Now is there anything I could do for you?" the girl asked pushing herself up against him. "Perhaps there's something your wife's not into?"

Although she wasn't quite his wife yet, Connor doubted there was anything the girl could do that Chelsea wouldn't have. Nevertheless, watching Chelsea's videos had left him horny.

"Sit on my face and suck me off?" he asked.

"Sure sweetie," she giggled

The girl stripped Connor of his clothes then guided him to the bed. Connor lay down and let her straddle his face then lower herself onto him. He grabbed hold of her hips with both hands, pulling her tight against him then pushed his tongue in between the folds of her labia. He felt a hand grip the base of his shaft and another cup his balls then the warmth of her mouth as she began to suck on his cock.

Connor let his hips rise and fall, gently fucking her face, while she did the same to him with her pussy. Then, with one hand he reached around her thigh and with his finger crooked began to rub her clitoris. With the other he quickly dipped a finger into her pussy then slipped the digit into her asshole. The girl responded by returning the favour. She let go of his balls, licked her finger then pushed it into his rectum. Within seconds she'd locked on to his prostate and begun to massage it while at the same time she gripped his cock hard and began to wank it.

The girl certainly knew what she was doing and Connor let her milk him like a cow. He didn't last long under such expert stimulation and when he gave her his load it felt like she'd drained him of everything.

Perhaps the girl thought that since he'd cum it would be the end of their session. But Connor intended to give as good as he got. He rolled her off him then pinned her, face up, to the bed. Straddling her like she'd straddled him, he lowered his ass onto her face then resumed his assault on her clitoris. Connor felt her tongue pressing against his anus as he worked the nub of her clit and soon the girl was squirming as her first orgasm hit her. As it did, Connor used his other hand to begin fisting her with all four fingers. He worked her relentlessly until juices flowed out of her like a fountain and she began to scream in ecstasy.

After a while she began to plead for mercy, but Connor didn't stop. She began to fight back, wriggling her body, trying to break free from the torment but he was too strong for her. The girl was left with no choice but to endure the remainder of her ordeal until eventually she became desensitised. Only then did Connor relent, climbing off her and getting up to retrieve the bottle of water. He took a swig himself then handed it to her.

"Holy fuck," she said after she'd gulped down some water.

"You ok?" Connor asked.

"I'll survive," she laughed. "Did you say you had a wife?"

"Sort of," Connor replied.

"That's a shame."

Chapter 2

"I'm so sore," Sophie exclaimed in a self-pitying tone. "I think I might have overdone it last night."

Chelsea and Sophie were sitting at the breakfast table in Sophie's Hollywood Hills' home. Chelsea was already showered and dressed, while Sophie was still in her night gown. She looked tired and her lips were a bit puffy, as if her mouth had received a lot of use the previous night.

"Just how many guys were there?" Chelsea asked.

"Fifteen, I think," Sophie replied. "Although, a couple of the ones who came too soon fisted me as well, which I don't think helped."

"Do you regret it?"

"Not in the slightest," Sophie said defiantly. "Who can say they've had fifteen guys fuck them?"

Chelsea certainly couldn't and she envied Sophie's spirit.

"It wasn't what you'd call a normal hen night," Chelsea chuckled. "But it was good of Lance to arrange it for you."

"That's why I love him."

"You make a nice couple," Chelsea told her friend.

"We do, don't we," Sophie replied positively.

"If you don't mind me asking though. Why didn't it work out with Connor?"

Sophie thought for a moment before answering. She looked as if she was trying to choose her words carefully.

"It's a difficult one," she began. "I think I was too independent for him. He needed somebody to look after, someone to be responsible for. And that wasn't me. It's odd really because now I look at Lance and that goofy grin of his and I feel the same way about him. I never wanted to look after Connor. But then Connor never needed looking after."

"I'm rubbish without someone looking out for me," Chelsea admitted. "First it was my parents, then Presley and now Connor."

"Well, that's good," Sophie reassured Chelsea. "Just don't get too clingy. If I've learned one thing, it's that men need their space sometimes."

"You mean like last night."

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"Yes. I hope Lance is ok. He can get a bit carried away."

"I spoke to Connor this morning. Lance is fine, although it sounds like he took full advantage of everything on offer," Chelsea laughed.

"I wonder if he's seen my video yet. Has Connor seen yours?"

"He might have," Chelsea responded coyly.

"And, did he like them?"

"He did. He even said I should see Aaron again, if I wanted."

"I knew he would."

The conversation was interrupted by a buzzer, indicating that someone was at the gate. Sophie looked at an app on her phone.

"That'll be the provisions for our trip, I did an online shop. Will you go out and tell the guy to load everything straight into Lance's pick-up. I'm not sure I can walk to the door without waddling like a duck," she laughed.

"Sure," Chelsea replied chuckling at Sophie's predicament.

Chapter 3

Connor and Lance sat in a small roadside diner waiting for their lunch to arrive. They'd swapped phones and were looking at the previous night's videos of each other's fiancΓ©s in action. When the waitress approached with their order they quickly hid the screens from view.

The two men had set off from the biker camp an hour and a half before. Connor had left the girl he'd fucked that morning two hundred dollars. It was all the cash he had on him. He felt a bit mean, but she'd seemed happy enough to accept it.

"She's definitely a keeper," Lance told Connor as he continued watching Chelsea's audition video after the waitress had gone.

"I think so," Connor laughed then added as he looked at the video on lance's phone, "And Sophie definitely looks like she had her hands full last night."

The two men chuckled then tucked into their meal.

"Listen man, I know it's a bit weird, what with you being Sophie's ex and all," Lance began. "But I'm grateful to you and Chelsea for looking out for her while I'm away."

"You're right, it is weird," Connor chuckled. "I guess I'd been meaning to ask if you were happy with it. Also, whether there were any lines you didn't want us to cross while you're gone?"

"There are no lines," Lance confirmed. "Besides we both know that Sophie does what she wants. I'd just rather that one of you was around to look out for her."

"We can do that," Connor confirmed.

"I'm gonna miss her while I'm away filming. Three months is a long time."

Connor had to agree that three months did seem like a long time to be apart. Especially after just getting married.

"I'm sure that Sophie can fly out when you're not filming. I mean, if she's going to be spending the next few months training there's no reason why she and Chelsea couldn't do that out in Greece for a week."

"You reckon?"

"I don't see why not."

"Cool."

"Anyway, I guess we should be making tracks," Connor suggested. "We've still got a way to go and the best bits of the ride are yet to come."

The two men finished their food, paid up and walked out to their bikes. The heat was becoming oppressive now but soon they'd be riding into the cooler air of the mountains.

Chapter 4

Chelsea and Sophie were the first to arrive the cabin, late on Friday afternoon. With a couple of breaks, the journey had taken the best part of five hours. But it hadn't seemed like it. The two girls had talked constantly, with topics of conversation ranging from clothes, to their fiancΓ©s, to past sexual encounters, to the training plan Chelsea was devising for Sophie to get her ready for the Avenging Angel movie.

The cabin was nestled in the foothills of the Sequoia National Park, down an unmade road a mile or so off one of the main routes through the park. It belonged to a producer friend of Lance's who used it as a place to get away from the bustle of L.A.

Calling it a cabin was probably a bit of an understatement. While it was traditionally built out of logs, the place had all modern conveniences. There was hot and cold running water, electricity from solar panels and a back-up generator, and propane for cooking and heating. To Chelsea's surprise there was even TV and wi-fi from a satellite connection. Downstairs, the kitchen, living room and dining space was all open plan while, upstairs, were two well-proportioned bedrooms.

The balcony had a view of the mountains to die for and after the girls had unloaded the pick-up they sat out on the deck with a glass of wine and waited for the boys to arrive. It was eight in the evening before the boys turned up however. There was a chill in the air by then and it had become too cold to comfortably sit outside. The rumble of the bikes in the distance gave the girls time to layer up before greeting their men outside the cabin. The boys got off their bikes looking very dusty but with big grins all over their faces.

"Sorry we're a bit late," Lance offered. "It's my fault. I was in charge of navigation."

"It was an awesome ride though the Redwoods though," Connor offered.

Although Connor was covered in dirt Chelsea couldn't help giving him a hug.

"I was getting worried about you," she whispered.

Connor gave her a squeeze and the kissed her.

"So how have you girls been?" Lance asked.

"Sore," Sophie replied, making everyone laugh.

It was quite late on Friday night before everyone got to eat. Wisely, Sophie had ordered with her shopping a meal prepared by a local restaurant that only required re-heating, which the girls did while the boys got cleaned up. Then they all sat at the dining table and tucked in. Afterwards they retired to the living room sofas with a glass of wine, and Chelsea curled up into Connor. The last couple of weeks had been a whirlwind for Chelsea and it was nice to just relax and chat with friends. After the exertions of the previous night however, it wasn't long before everyone started flagging. So, an early night was declared. After undressing Chelsea and Connor climbed into bed and immediately Chelsea gave Connor another hug.

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