Dan watched the scene in front of him with the closest thing to detachment he could manage.

It wasn’t easy. Ashley still had her skirt on, but the tight gray fabric was bunched up around her hips and her blouse was more than halfway to unbuttoned. Kayla wore her apron from work, which was inadequate to contain her substantial bust without assistance. It was the only thing she’d worn for the last hour or so, and her massive breasts kept escaping one side or the other.

Jennifer still had on the bottoms of her bikini, technically. The tiny strip of fabric vanished between the cheeks of her ass and only made a token effort at concealing the swollen, puffy lips of her pussy. Her nipples had been covered by the triangles of cloth attached to the matching top when he had arrived at his apartment twenty minutes earlier, but that was gone now—tossed into a corner of the patio, or perhaps even off the edge to the thin strip of grass below.

And, of course, Leigh was naked. As far as Dan could tell, the blonde never intended to wear clothing again, and he was literally the only person in the world thought that was at all unusual.

“But why, though?”

The question contained the first words that had been spoken in a few minutes. In the case of Leigh, Jennifer, and Song, that was because their mouths were occupied. Kayla and Ashley had been the last ones to speak before, and while their tones had been rather wildly different, their messages had been more or less the same. While the redheaded barista seemed to be taking this expedition as an extension of her work duties, and had guided Dan’s neighbor—whose hair was still artificially red with a metallic sheen—between her thighs with a gentle and upbeat customer-service enthusiasm.

It was a far cry from the way she’d dominated her lover in Bakes and Beans. Kayla seemed to naturally find herself reciprocating whatever attitude her partner took, so where she’d wound up physically dragging around a hyper-sexual submissive Leigh, she had taken a much more encouraging approach to Jen.

She still hadn’t brooked any resistance, but to Dan it felt more like Jennifer had been herded into eating the natural redhead’s pussy, while Leigh had at one point been held there by a tight grip on her short blonde hair.

Ashley had been far more direct and to the point. She had given Leigh her instructions, then held the blonde’s head under her skirt while her fellow property got to work. The curly-haired brunette’s expression had looked almost bored at the time, but soon after Leigh’s head disappeared, Ashley had wound up chewing on her bottom lip as her eyes rolled back in her head in pleasure.

Song’s lips released Dan’s cock with a loud pop, but her hand took over stroking the saliva-covered shaft without so much as a beat of downtime. When she spoke, while her voice was her own, her accent was not. She’d been born in the US, and retained just enough of her parents’ Korean accent for it to be noticeable from time to time.

The voice that emerged from her currently ruby-red lips now sounded middle-eastern to Dan, though he could not have been any more specific than that.

“Why not?” There was genuine confusion in her tone and on her face, although the latter effect was somewhat spoiled by the fact that she had drooled down her chin a little. The blowjob she’d been giving him was sloppy, enthusiastic, and wet. It seemed somewhat odd to watch the normally controlled woman gobble up his dick while she knelt on the carpet of his kitchen, but it wasn’t as though Dan could complain about the quality of the oral sex she’d been giving.

The older Asian woman had walked straight across the patio when she’d arrived. She’d ignored the the sapphic orgy that was already underway in favor of entering Dan’s apartment, where she had gently steered him into a chair, dropped to her knees, and unzipped his pants. Since he had been watching through the glass as Ashley and Jennifer were drawn into Kayla and Leigh’s ongoing sexual encounter at the time, he had already been rock hard, and by the time Dan realized what was going on, Song’s head had been sliding up and down his shaft as she coated it in her drool.

When it took Dan a few moments to come up with an answer to her return question, Song returned to what she’d been doing. The woman’s mouth was not especially large, but she displayed not even a suggestion of a gag reflex as she repeatedly filled it with his cock. Freed from stroking duty, her hand went back to tickling the underside of his balls—a surprisingly gentle experience, in contrast to the unrestrained way the older Asian woman fucked him with her mouth.

It made it extremely hard to think, but the idea of trying to get her to stop seemed actually unthinkable. Dan wasn’t sure if that was the result of The The Nootbook, or the fact that Song was fit, attractive, and wearing no more than her underwear as she gave him some of the best head he’d ever had.

By contrast, despite all of Leigh’s efforts to improve her technique, the women Dan owned were rank amateurs. Given that Ashley was willing, but not eager to suck his dick, in her case that wasn’t a surprise, but the busty blonde had spent no small amount of time on her knees in front of him. She would need to spend much more to achieve this level of expertise.

As Song demonstrated that a mouth and throat could be not only an acceptable substitute, but actually preferable to a pussy, Dan discovered himself wondering what he would need to do to get Leigh to develop the same level of skill. It would mean ordering a twenty-three year old blonde to spend a lot of her otherwise free time with her mouth on his cock, but just then he was having trouble figuring out why that would be a bad thing.

On the patio, Kayla loudly screamed out her orgasm. There were probably people across the highway who heard her, but no one nearby gave any sign they recognized the noise. From inside his apartment, Dan could just see the heads of some of the people walking by on the sidewalk, and not a one turned in their direction.

The barista’s tits had long since escaped and her apron was bunched up between them. Her fingers squeezed at her nipples hard to help draw out her orgasm, while Jennifer continued to work diligently between the younger woman’s soft thighs, not showing any sign of stopping.

It was only getting harder for Dan to concentrate. Song’s pace was not only relentless, it was carefully controlled—she seemed to be perfectly in tune with his body, with each time she swallowed his cock timed to push him closer to orgasm. While he could feel the approach of his climax, however, it was as though the raven-haired woman knew exactly how much time to spend moving to keep his momentum building, while pausing just long enough on each thrust to swallow and massage the head of his dick with her throat to draw things out. There was speed and purpose to her movements, but neither hurry nor haste.

Dan found himself in a purgatory of pleasure as he drew ever closer to an orgasm that never seemed quite within his reach. Still, Song refused to relent, and showed not the slightest sign of fatigue. She swallowed his cock to the root without flinching and paused there so that she could look up. He felt her throat ripple around the head of his dick as she met his gaze, and winked.

It was too much—he needed release. Without warning, Dan slid his fingers forward and tangled them in Song’s hair. He could still feel the damp in her raven locks—she had just stepped out of the shower just before he had gotten home—but the slightly slippery texture only meant he had to pull her hair a little harder to maintain his grip when he began to pull her off of his cock.

Song resisted at first. However, while Song was a fitness instructor and most of Dan’s exercise happened between the legs of one of the Ashleys, there was only so much leverage her body could exert. Further, she was unwilling to release either of her hands from their task of fondling his balls, so after a sharp tug of her hair, the bright lipstick she’d slathered on remained behind in a ring while her still bright red lips slipped free with a pop.

For a moment, a strand of saliva connected the very tip of Dan’s cock and Song’s lower lip, before breaking as she began to exclaim, “Fuckin’ finally, dude. I’ve been waiting for you to nut up and do something about my mou-“

Just as Song’s lips formed an ‘O’ as she spoke, her sentence cut off. It was replaced without interruption by a satisfied ‘mmm’-ing sound as Dan pulled her head forward once more. He shoved himself back in her mouth and started to fuck her face and throat by moving her head. Her lips caved in to create suction on each of his thrusts as she not only allowed herself to be moved and positioned by the younger man, but actively worked to help him to fuck her face.

As close to the edge as Dan had already been, Song didn’t have to put up with having her throat used as a fleshlight for very long. Less than thirty seconds later, her throat was rippling around the head of her cock as she swallowed enthusiastically.

Not so much as a drop of cum escaped her lips. The moment Dan’s final spurt found its home in her stomach, her eyes rolled back in her head as she collapsed to the floor.

“What the fuck!” Dan’s eyes shot open in surprise as he felt his cock slip from Song’s throat as the Korean woman fell in a shuddering heap. He frantically leaned forward and reached for her, only to halt at the emergence of the same spectral woman he had seen in the cafe. As he sat bolt upright in his chair, she pulled herself out of the other woman, hand over hand, as though climbing up a ladder.

“Relax, dude. She’s just cumming her brains out. And not like, literally, that would be gross. I just mean she’s having the best orgasm she’s ever had.” She paused briefly, then interrupted again before Dan could manage to part his lips. “Yes, better than the one she had when you fucked her the first day, although not by a lot. That was some good work.”

“That wasn’t what I was going to ask.”

“Oh.” She paused, as if in surprise, but then smiled, and announced, “I’m Faem.”

* * *

Dan watched through the window as the four-woman orgy on the patio proceeded. It was fascinating in more than one way to see how the two pairs differed in their approach, despite the fact that in general they had assumed the same positions. Two women were side to side on their backs at the top, while beneath them two women slid a tongue along the lips of her partner’s wet slit.

In Kayla and Jennifer’s case, their movements were achingly sensual and smooth. The younger redhead had guided his older neighbor’s face between her thighs with a caress, and in response she was receiving a rather sensual tongue bath along her swollen lower lips.

In the case of Dan’s editor, however, he wondered if Ashley was taking out some of her workplace frustration on her fellow coworker. While Leigh possessed no short supply of enthusiasm, there was a worryingly sadistic streak to the way Ashley smothered her junior’s face between her thighs.

Their behavior was the result of the pale spectral woman floating in the air worryingly close to Dan’s face. The fact that she was distractingly attractive and clad in nothing but lacy lingerie that gave only the faintest nod towards modesty did little to help his ability to form a coherent response to her sudden appearance, and nothing at all towards giving him a solid grip on reality.

He had started to question it as Leigh and Kayla had taken the slightest hint of an excuse and turned it into an exhibitionist dream of a sexual fantasy. Their behavior—while hard to complain about, given that he’d been perfectly happy to go along with things in the moment—was so far beyond reasonable that the sudden emergence of what looked like the ghost of a particularly daring underwear model floating in the air beside him seemed like a perfectly plausible explanation.

The fact that she had then slipped out of his sight as though folding herself sideways into a line had not particularly helped his mental state, but he had managed to usher the—still naked—blonde and redhead into his car to head towards his apartment anyway. He wasn’t sure if the fact that they weren’t stopped along the way was an act of incredible fortune, or the result of the same power obviously working itself upon his life.

Only when he’d gotten inside had he realized that he hadn’t even questioned taking Kayla with them out of the cafe. No one had tried to stop him when he’d simply shepherded a naked employee out of the building and pushed her into the back seat of his car. She certainly hadn’t raised a fuss about it, and even if he assumed the two of them were going to start dating, Dan was sure this wasn’t what she’d had in mind.

They’d started making out again in the back of the car before he’d hit the second stop light, and he had guided the two of them up the stairs, despite their best attempts to draw him back into their arms against the side of his car.

To have then wandered in to the sight of his editor and neighbor already naked and in one another’s arms on the patio would have been bad enough, were it not for the way the four women simply swapped partners when the others arrived, with barely a hitch in momentum. It looked almost choreographed, which had further stretched his suspension of disbelief. When his neighbor’s best friend—who hadn’t even been in town the last time Dan had heard—then walked out of her apartment in nothing more than her underwear, pulled out his dick, and started giving him head without so much as a word of greeting had been too much.

Dan had decided that he had gone crazy. It was the only explanation he could think of that made any sense. Things like that didn’t happen, and even if they did, they didn’t look like that. They were being unnecessarily showy about their motions—not just making love to each other, not just showing off as they were doing it, but actively appearing to get off on the thought of having someone watching them. Their movements weren’t even sex—they were pornography made manifest.

He was living in a porn parody. Or something. It was the only possible explanation.

When a bone-white floating woman appeared and, as her opening gambit, tried to neg him into one-upping her with the still shuddering Song, it barely even threw him off-balance.

“So you’ll be Rem, then. Or—wait, would that make me be Misa? Fuck, it’s been a long time since I’ve watched it. You could go with Fyuck for Ryuk, I guess, but maybe that would just be a bit crass?”

Song finally relaxed to the carpet. Her breathing was heavy, and saliva still clung to her lips, but her expression was more than happy, it was blissful.

Dan’s perspective suddenly filled as Faern shoved herself forward. Her face filled his vision as she asked in a tone that was more disbelieving than curious, “What the fuck are you talking about?”