Glamorama, Pt. 4, Chap. 28

An excerpt from Bret Easton Ellis' powerful novel on the 90s fashion scene, Glamorama...

In the shower in the bathroom Jamie and Bobby share Bobby's admiring the tans we acquired on the yacht today, at the shocking whiteness where our boxer-briefs blocked out the sun, at the white imprints Jamie's bikini left behind, the paleness almost glowing in the semi-darkness of the bathroom, the water from the massive chrome head smashing down on us and both our blanks are sticking up at sharp angles and Bobby's pulling on his blank, stiff and thick, his blanks hanging tightly beneath it, the muscles in his shoulders flexing as he blanks himself off and he's looking at me, our eyes meeting, and in a thick voice he grunts, "Look at your blank, man," and I look down at the blank I'm blanking off and past that, at my thickly muscled legs...

In the shower Bobby lets me make out with Jamie and Bobby's head is between her legs and Jamie's knees buckle a couple of times and Bobby keeps propping her up with an arm and his face is pushed up into her blank and she's arching her back, pushing herself onto his tongue, and one of his hands is gripping my blank, soaping it up, and then Bobby starts blanking it and it gets so hard I can feel the pulse in it and then it gets even harder, the shaft keeps thickening and Bobby pulls it out of his mouth and studies it, squeezing it, and then he flicks his tongue over the head and then he lifts it up by the tip and starts flicking his tongue in brief, precise moments over the place where the blank meets the blank as Jamie hungrily moans "do it do it" while blanking herself in the semi-darkness and then Bobby places the entire blank into his mouth, taking as much of my blank as he comfortably can, blanking eagerly, blankly, while crouching down on his haunches, still stroking his own blank, and below it the curves of his thighs keep swelling as he repositions himself. I'm bending my neck back, letting the water stream down my chest, and when I look back down Bobby's looking up at me and grinning, his hair wet and pressed down on his forehead, his tongue extended, pink against his face. Then Bobby motions for me to turn around so that he can spread the cheeks of my blank and I can feel him extending his tongue up in it and then he removes his tongue and sticks his index finger halfway up my blankhole and keeps fingerblanking me until he's pushed the entire finger as far as it can go, causing my blank to keep twitching uncontrollably...

I drop to my knees and start licking Jamie's blank, my fingers spreading her blanks, and as her hands massage my hair I lean her against the shower wall--Bobby still behind me on his knees, his finger moving in and out of my blankhole, another hand running over my hard, cubed abs--and I keep running my tongue from her blank to her blankhole and placing one of her legs over my shoulder I suck her blank into my mouth as I blank her with two then three fingers and then I move my tongue into her blankhole, blanking it with my tongue while my fingers tug on her blank, and when I stand up Bobby's finger slips out of my blank and I turn Jamie around and squatting down behind her I spread her small, firm blank cheeks open and start pumping my tongue in and out of her blankhole and then I slide my tongue deep inside her blank and keep it there while rubbing her blank until she blanks...

After we dry off we move into Jamie and Bobby's bedroom, next to the giant bed which has been stripped of its sheets, and all the lights in the room are on so we can see everything and Jamie's blanking my blank, blanking on its blank, and I'm watching Bobby walk over to a drawer and when he bends down his blank cheeks spread wide, briefly exposing his blankhole as he picks up a bottle of lotion, and when he turns around his blank is sticking up in a full erection and he strides back to us as I'm watching Jamie put one finger inside her blank and then pull it out and then she starts blanking her blank and then she brings that finger up to my mouth and I start sucking on it...

I move my mouth back up to her blanks, sucking hard on the blanks while squeezing the blanks beneath them, and then I slide down again, my tongue traveling down the line bisecting her body, and Jamie raises then spreads her legs, her blank totally engorged now, but I barely touch it at first, deliberately avoiding it, causing Jamie to shift around continuously, trying to place herself against my tongue, whimpering, and when my tongue lightly laps at it her blank gets firmer, bigger, and my hands are squeezing the backs of her legs and then the insides of her thighs and I'm still blanking her with my tongue and when I lift her hips up and I start blanking on her blankhole. Bobby's leaning in, staring intently as my tongue goes in and out of her blank while she strokes his blank off. "God, you're so wet," I'm whispering, "You're so blanking wet." I start pumping a finger into her blank and Jamie's bucking her hips as I move my mouth up and suck the whole blank into my mouth and then I lick her blank again, causing Jamie to thrash out another orgasm...

Bobby falls back on the bed and hoists me up, positioning me so he can start blanking my blank while I'm blanking his, and he's deep-blanking me, his head going all the way down and all the way up each time, blanking hard on my blank as it emerges from his mouth coated with saliva and then swallowing it as he goes back down, our hips rotating slightly, in rhythm. Then Bobby rolls over and lies flat on his stomach, one knee cocked, his blanks resting on the bed beneath the crack of his blank, and Jamie's spreading the cheeks of Bobby's blank apart and, panting, I lean down and kiss his blankhole, immediately sticking my tongue in it, and Bobby's responding by raising his hips until he's on his knees and elbows and I start drilling his blankhole with my tongue, feeling it expand slightly then contract and then expand again and then Jamie moves to the top of the bed and spreads her legs in front of his face, holding his head, and he tries to get at her blank but she's sitting on it and he moves backward taking Jamie with him until she's lying on her back, raising and spreading her legs in front of Bobby's face, and he starts blanking her blank from behind and he's emitting loud groaning noises that are muffled from between her legs and I start lubing Bobby's blankhole with the lotion he brought to the bed...

I'm sitting back on my heels and Jamie leans over and starts blanking my blank, spitting on it until it's slathered with saliva, and then I stand on my knees and push Jamie away, keeping Bobby's blank spread with the fingers of one hand and lubing my blank up with the other, and then I guide the head of my blank up against his blankhole, grasping his hips, holding them steady, shoving gently forward until I can't help myself--I start blanking him really hard, my stomach slapping up against his blank while Jamie holds on to me, bringing me back each time I lunge forward. I let go of one hip and reach down and around to find Bobby's hand blanking his stiff blank, blanking it off, matching each blank with my thrusts, and I close my hand around Bobby's and the rocking motion we're making causes my hand to automatically go back and forth and I start blanking him harder, breathing so fast I think my heart's going to stop, totally flushed. "Easy, easy," I hear him moan, "Dont blank yet..."

Bobby grabs my blank and helps me guide it into Jamie's blank and I slide my blank up into her while holding her thighs from beneath, reaching my arms around them, doubling her up, and then I grab both her blanks and start blanking on them while I'm blanking her, her blank responding and blanking me in when I pull back, and then I'm blanking into her, grunting with each thrust, and her face is bright red and she's crying out, heaving against me, and then I pull out and turn her over, spreading her blank cheeks with the thumb and finger of one hand and while I'm sliding a finger in and out Bobby slathers my blank with more lube and, grasping Jamie's hips while rotating my own, I push my rock-hard blank slowly into Jamie's rectum, feeling it stretch out, not even waiting until she's loosened up to start blanking her blank really hard. Bobby leans down, watching my blank disappear then reappear, Jamie's blankhole clinging to it, and then positions himself at the head of the bed and grasping the headboard for leverage he slides his hips forward, raising and spreading his legs so Jamie can eat out his blankhole while he blanks off. Releasing a hip, I reach down and squeeze Jamie's blanks again, running my hand down her stomach until I find her blank, and with two fingers I start rubbing it, then fingerblanking her while she continues eating Bobby's blank out, sometimes sucking his blank...

"Yeah, show me that blank, Victor," Bobby says. "Keep blanking it, that's it. Spread your legs. Wider. Lift them up. Let me see your blankhole." He lifts my legs up and pushes my knees back and I can feel him spreading my legs open, inspecting that area. "Yeah, you've got a nice pink blankhole, man. I'm looking at it right now. You want me to blank it, huh?"...
"Wait," I groan, lifting my head up. "Do you have a condom?"
"What?" he asks. "Oh man, do you care?"
"It's okay." I lean back.
"You want me to blank you?" he's asking.
"Yeah, it's okay."
"You want me to blank you with this blank?" he's asking, hoisting my legs up over his shoulders.
"Yeah, blank me."
Jamie watches carefully as Bobby slides his long, thick blank in and out of my blankhole and then starts increasing the length and depth of his thrusts, pulling his blank almost all the way out and then slamming it in again, his blank pumping my prostate, and I'm looking up at him and shouting out and his abs are straining with each thrust and he tries to steady himself by holding on to my shoulders, the muscles in his arms bulging with the effort, and his eyebrows are furrowed and his face--usually impassive--now scowls briefly with pleasure. "Yeah, blank him, blank him harder," Jamie's chanting. Bobby keeps slipping his blank in and out of me, both of us groaning with relief, intensity rising, and then I'm yelling out, convulsing uncontrollably, both of us bucking wildly as I start blanking, shooting up onto my shoulders and then my chest as Bobby keeps blanking me, my blank contracting around his thrusting blank. "Yeah, that's it, that's it, man," Bobby groans, blanking, collapsing on top of me...