The Autumn Diaries (16 page)

Then the cocks around her face started to go off one by one, spitting like cobras, soaking her lips, face, hair, neck, and tits. Monica lost count. Four cumshots. Six. Nine. One of the guys plundering her pussy came and she felt that drip out, then a new guy was in her ass as the first guy in her slit pushed up into her hard, making her almost bite the cock in her mouth. The guy pulled out and she rolled onto her side. It was like a feeding frenzy; maybe ten of the guys hadn’t finished yet and they all came up to her face, which was covered with white goo.
 

It was heaven. Cocks. Cocks!

Another guy stuck his dick in her pussy and within seconds, Monica felt her hole grab him and squeeze as she came and soaked him with her own cum, then the guy came and she felt it throb as her muscles grabbed it, and it was so nice, so nice, so…
 

Then three more of the cocks near her head exploded, shooting interlacing ropes across her field of vision, splashing her tits and running down into her belly button. A new guy stuck his dick into her and came almost immediately, this one pulling out and holding her pussy open so he could watch a line of splooge shoot from his cock head and into her gaping hole. She could feel it pooling there, and then the guy was gone and another guy, heedless of how sloppy the seconds (or eighteenths) were, shoved his head into her, then the whole shaft. The pool of jizz inside her squirted out, running down into the crack of her ass.
 

Monica came again. And again.
 

She yelled. She screamed. She thrashed.
 

Finally the fireworks settled. At first, Monica couldn’t open her eyes because there was too much cum, then a towel landed on her face and Vivian’s voice said, “Good game, kid. Now hit the showers.”
 

Monica wiped her face. When she opened her eyes, most of the guys were already dressed, heading away. She felt like Venkman in
Ghostbusters
after he gets slimed, rolling and writhing in sticky goo. But pleased. Very, very sluttily pleased.
 

When she was fully squeegeed, Monica got dressed. There would be no getting the cum out of her hair, so she just tried to work it in, like conditioner.
 

The customer service area slowly cleared. Checkers and customers, all watching moments before, returned to work without ceremony. All became quiet. Other than the gallon of white stuff on the floor, you’d never know anything had happened.
 

Monica gestured toward the pool of spooge. “Should we clean that? Someone could slip.” But she was only mouthing the words; in a haze, her earlier anxiety forgotten. For a total cum slut, there was nothing better than the therapy she’d just had for free.

“They have janitors,” Vivian said, climbing down, careful not to slip in the pools.
 

They left the store. Nobody paid them any attention, though there were plenty of red faces, and a lot of pants tented on men as they passed. When they reached Vivian’s car, she opened the trunk and realized something was missing.

“My marshmallows,” she said.
 

Monica saw the bigger problem. “Your groceries.” They’d left the store with nothing but a lot of DNA.
 

“I’ll go back,” Vivian said. They’d driven separately, so this was goodbye. “You’re going home?”
 

“Yes,” said Monica, fishing for her keys.
 

“To Tommy?”
 

“To Tommy.”
 

“The only cock you’ll ever suck, forever and ever.”
 

Monica smiled and got in the car, the cum in her hair sticking to the back of her headrest. She looked at Vivian before closing the door.
 

“It’s okay,” she said. “I’ve had my fill.”
 

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WOW, HOLY SHIT. MY WRIST is sore. My pussy is spent. Sam is unconscious. I’ve cum about ten times this morning.
 

Last night, my protege (hehe!) Jen sent me the story she’s been working on. It’s called “Christmas Party Pleasures.” Because I haven’t been paying attention, in the past few weeks, Jen has published a
bunch
of stories. I think this was her eleventh. And it’s HOT. I got halfway through it, rubbed one out, then grabbed Sam because I had to be fucked. Then I finished the story and the rest of this happened.
 

The story is a monster — over 10,000 words about an after-hours strip poker game that happens after the office Christmas party. It’s just one long scene, but the buildup is incredible. There are two female leads, Jessie and Taylor. Jessie is reluctant and kind of uptight. Taylor is a slut and reminds me of myself. The whole story is about the process of unwinding Jessie, who reluctantly removes item after item of clothing, sticking around despite her misgivings because she doesn’t trust Taylor, who’s kind of stoned and drunk, to fend for herself with these two jerky guys. And then, after the clothes are off, it devolves into all sorts of new and public experiences, including a bit of carpet-munching by the girls.
 

Jen is crazy talented. And she’s also shown another way that she’s different from me.
 

I’ve got some ideas brewing in my head, thinking maybe Jen and I could help each other out. I’m farther along and am a great writer; Jen is new and also a great writer. Yet we have totally different styles, and I think that the combination could be like a crazy mash-up. I bring intense action. She brings sensitivity and emotional tension.
 

The other thing that’s also bouncing around in my head is the fact that
Anticipation
, which I don’t think I’ll finish and release until February or March of next year, has struck me as an oddity from the beginning. It’s very domestic and sweet, and totally unlike my other stuff. Yet strangely, it’s similar in tone to Jen’s.
 

I’ll keep tabs on all of this, but for right now I’m still working on the Tucker Max story and laughing my ass off!

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LISTENING TO JOHNNY, SEAN, AND Dave’s podcast has, I think, totally changed my game. I’ve emailed Sean a few times, even after the Tucker thing, and it now looks like I’ll be on their show in the next month or so. Sean said he looked at my stuff and saw how familiar it all looked… because I’ve been learning from these guys and copying their styles. So I’m kind of a case study. It’ll be awesome to be on the show… as Lexi, of course, rather than Autumn. Have to maintain some degree of anonymity.
 

But in addition to the fact that I’ve already followed a lot of their publishing model and have seen amazing growth because of it, I want to do more. I’ve gotten a lot of traction with my short stories, but
Bitten
was such a hit and
50 Shades of Lexi Maxxwell
is doing well, so I really want to work on bigger and better stuff.
 

I’m finished with the first Tucker Max story… and I say “first” because I want to write another two. That was tons of fun. So I want to do more of that. I want to write more books. I want to write a serial. Hell, I was talking to Jen the other day and she said that
she’s
doing a serial, because she’s been copying the guys too, and copying me. Her stories have been clustered under the name
Filthy Dirty Normal
, with “Normal” being the name of the city where all of these outwardly “normal” characters are secretly all “filthy dirty” behind closed doors (get it?). A bit like what I’ll be doing next year with Naughty USA (I decided to add to Swallowing Secrets and Sex and Money with another couple of chapters, then put them all under the brand, “Naughty USA”) but hers is more of an allegory about honesty in sexual expression, I think, and the funny thing is that it echoes what I write… from the less slutty side. Anyway, she wants that to be a serial in 2013 too.
 

I really like Jen. I think we should work together in 2013 too, as part of this “bigger and better” plan.

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HAD A MERRY FUCKING CHRISTMAS. Sam and I got a
 
tree without many low branches so we could fuck under it. It was my idea. I wrapped myself like a present, totally naked with this big red bow across my tits and hips, and Sam came in and fucked me around the giant red bows. Then he did the same, but instead of being sexy, it was hilarious and a charming sort of stupid. He’d re-used one of the bows, which was kind of gross because he’d cum all over it the first time, and had tied it around his cock. But he’d mis-timed his surprise and fell asleep instead. By the time I found him his dick had gone all limp and the bow had fallen off. So I started rubbing him really slowly, getting him hard without waking him up, and then climbed up just as slowly. He woke up balls-deep inside me after several minutes of what was probably a very realistic wet dream, and when he woke up he looked all confused and came immediately.
 

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I FUCKED TUCKER MAX PART 2
is almost finished. This one is even more hilarious than the first. The scene with the old guy and the open window and the flying jizz had me LOL’ing even as I wrote it. Tucker reviewed part 1 and said that he liked it but that my instincts suck when it comes to how he and his friends interact and talk. So he re-wrote those parts, which is so awesome, I don’t even know what to say.
 

I’m totally psyched about the new year. Have a bunch of stuff plotted and planned. It’s really hard to keep track of how much I want to do in 2013, so I printed a calendar and tried to fill it all in, even though I know most of it will probably change.
 

One thing I put on the calendar is a series of projects with Jen. I’ve discovered that she’s plenty capable of being totally filthy, based on some trial writing we did. And she writes as fast as I do… maybe as fast as the guys we stalk on the podcast.
 

One of the things we’re going to do is a project that makes me cry with laughter every time I think about it:
Filthy Fairly Tales
. We’re going to take old classics, then make them fuckified and all squishy with cum. The outlines I’ve already started to write are FUCKING HILARIOUS. Here’s a paragraph from the outline I sent to Jen for “Snow White and the Seven Kinky Dwarves”:
 

When the prince reaches Snow White's glass coffin, he rips the lid from the top. Unlike most stupid fairy tales where something gay like love's true kiss brings bitches back to life, this is all about boners and jizz. The part of Snow White that makes her all sticky can smell the part of the prince that sends blood to his dick. She opens his eyes and they fuck. They return to the kingdom and have a big wedding. Because closure is needed on the evil queen part of the story, the king gives her to the dwarves as their personal slave. The dwarves think this is the best thing ever. Especially Rapey. 

The other project we may do later in the year is called
Slutty Detective
. That one also makes me LOL. How the hell is this my job?
 

I really like Jen. She’s older than I am — upper thirties, I think. Sam is about the same age and they’ve been married for over 10 years. They seem super “normal,” which counterpoints my awesome and proud sluttiness. Sam just ended a normal office job; they have a kid; she’s in the fucking PTA.
 

I think one of the reasons I like her so much is that she gives me a kind of role model for the rest of my life. I may be a crazy single slut forever, but I doubt it. I’m already monogamous with Sam (MY Sam) and I imagine that one day, maybe we’ll go mainstream. I used to kind of fear that… thinking that if, someday down the road, Sam and I got married and maybe even had kids (gasp!), that it’d be the end of the Autumn that we all know and love. Jen gives me hope. She was never the wild child I am, but she and her man have super hot sex and are always learning new things. They’ve tied each other up and she’s given him head in the car. Stuff like that. But on top of it, she’s slowly convincing me that monogamy doesn’t mean monotony. She’s got me thinking that there’s merit in a deeper connection, yada yada yada, blah blah blah.
 

I feel like I have to suck ten dicks to restore my title as queen of the cum sluts after writing that paragraph, but hey, I can be the cum slut at the PTA in fifteen or twenty years if I have to, right?

And I know I’ll only be sucking one cock next year anyway.
 

Speaking of which… ciao for now, diary. I’ve got to go find that dick and milk it dry.
 

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