Cyndi & Ed & Kenny & Lorelei & Mitch

By Polly Liticat and Baron Froidorteils

Ed and his buddies have a plan to make a movie with two young hotties – but Lorelei has her own script for the action, and the guys get some surprises! It's an authorized reboot of the award-nominated erotica classic "Blame It On 'Ed'" – with the original story included as a special bonus!

• Language: English
• Publisher: MemeThreeFour
• Release date: Mar 7, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215808153

Polly Liticat

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *NEWS AND UPDATES* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *ALMOST EVERYTHING ON SALE SO CHEAP SMASHWORDS SUMMER/WINTER SALE RN OMG...If only I had a new release to hype...well actually I DO it's just exclusive for now to the Big River Store (and available free in you-know-what unlimited)OUT SOON? Booty Call of CthulhuHPL would hate it SO MUCH y'all. Maximum consentacle action. We had a cover done for this and ... now we're having ANOTHER cover done for this. It will happen. I promise!OUT RIGHT NOW IF NOT QUITE NEW! Cyndy & Ed & Kenny & Lorelei & MitchIn which I rip an early-aughts erotic classic apart and put back together how I like! Ed and his buddies have a plan to make a dirty movie with two young hotties – but Lorelei has a whole 'nother script for the action. Is there pegging? Oh yes, there is pegging. Also includes the original "Blame it on 'Ed'!"SURPRISE! I put all my Paranormal and Sci-Fi stories and novellas into a bundle, with a story by Penny Lumiere that I love, and Rex Schmutzig's entries in our Zeta Men series. (You know, it really should be Zeta People... ) There's nothing NEW in it but it delivers good, er BANG for the buck.STILL OUT "Spicy Telepath Tales – Beguiled by the Saurilian!" Cinna is (happily) "Beguiled by the Saurilian" in this short romantic sapphic erotica story. Visit the 36th century by way of the mid-20th for a dinosaur-esque chef serving a telepathic superheroine a seductive meal on a space station ... and then see what's for dessert.Polly Liticat is a sex-positive perv with a filthy imagination.You might want your smut to be apolitical, but Polly Liticat believes that because porn is always (at some level) about sexual power dynamics, porn is never free of politics. If that sounds like BS to you, you might not agree with Polly Liticat on a bunch of other stuff. You might not want to read their stories. (Or you might want to read their stories just to get mad. Up to you.)Polly writes kinky stories that center the pleasure of their characters, even when things get weird (they sometimes get weird). Almost of the characters in their stories are bisexual, pansexual and/or polysexual.

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Cyndy & Ed & Kenny & Lorelei & Mitch

By Polly Liticat

Copyright 2023 MemeThreeFour

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Cautions: This story features characters who identify as straight and/or bi/polysexual. Themes include group sex with elements of dominance and submission, including spanking and mild humiliation play. Also: pegging!

Everyone doing or thinking anything sexual in Polly Liticat's stories is 18 or older, and, also?  completely imaginary. Polly's stories sometimes feature people doing things that would be creepy/dangerous/illegal in real life, please don’t take any of this as license to be an actual dangerous law-breaking creep!

You might want your smut to be apolitical, but Polly Liticat believes that because porn is always (at some level) about sexual power dynamics, porn is never really apolitical. If that sounds like BS to you, you might not agree with Polly on a bunch of other stuff. You might not want to read their stories. (Or you might want to read their stories just for a rage boner. Up to you.)

If the ethnicity or any other physical attribute of a character is not described when they first show up in the story, you are encouraged to decide it's whatever you are personally into.

If you like this story – or even if you don't! – reviews wherever you purchased it are greatly appreciated.

Thanks for reading,

Polly

Contents

At the Mall

Up Front

Rolling

Girl-on-girl Warmup

Breaking in Cyndi

Breaking in Mitch

Mixed doubles

Sci-fi Cosplay

Blame it on Ed

Afterword

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Cyndi & Ed & Kenny & Lorelei & Mitch

by Polly Liticat

At the Mall

Sometime after the panny was finally dying down for real, I found myself at a mall food court on a Thursday night, looking for suitable prey. I'd missed out on several good years of slutting around, and was looking to make up for last time. I had a particular kinky itch I needed to scratch.

App hookups are fine, but the problem with that is that everybody knows what they're in for. I like to window shop, and I like to take people by surprise. Get them out of their comfort zone a little bit.

This particular mall was close to a community college, so a lot of the students who weren't quite old enough to drink hung out there.

I was old enough to drink, but I was dressed like I wasn't. I was was wearing the uniform of vulnerable young women into bands with heavily processed guitars and needy tenor singers with songs about stalking: a black tanktop with heartbreaker printed on it, a leather skirt, fishnets, ass-kicking books – not Doc Martens, tho, coz that company is problematic as fuck.

I was sitting by myself, people watching, radiating I-don't-go-here vibes that kept the students away, because they weren't what I was looking for.

In addition to the students, there were lots of older folks, too, in their forties, fifties. Mall workers just off their shift, filling their arteries with cholesterol before they headed out to the parking lot. Unhappy nurses and unsuccessful insurance salesmen grabbing lonely meals with the semblance of company around them instead of their glowing TVs. You know how it goes.

And some of the older folks were checking out the students. Furtive glances, mostly, clocking a tanned young leg, or shoulder muscles rippling as a basketball player type toyed with their fries.

I was drawing more than my fair share of those quick darted looks. From men, women, one or two people whose pronouns I wasn't sure of.

I want to explain something at this point, which is that the big I taboo is not a kink of mine. I do not now, nor have I ever wanted to get it on with Mom or Dad. Ew. Also I won't pretend to be underage – double ew.

But men and women my parents' age who lust after legal teens and early twenties? Fuck, yes. It doesn't turn me on to call them Mommy or Daddy, it turns me on that they need me to. It's even better when they need me to, but don't dare say it.

My kink is perverts.

It makes me feel like such a slut to fuck older men and women. I love it so much.

My wonderful girlfriend doesn't exactly share my kink, but her kink is having me stretch her comfort zone. Watching her get her tongue into some old chick's muff makes me 3% jealous and 97% horny as fuck. It seems to work out for us.

Anyway, there were definitely a few creepy adults there, that night. I've got a practiced eye. I'm good at spotting them, and then good at not seeming to notice while they check me out.

A couple of forty-ish loser dudes were seated at a table not too far away. One was wearing bib overalls and his buddy had a button down shirt and chinos. Bit of an odd couple vibe. Neither had a MAGA hat, thankfully. I may be a little sick, but I have limits. I mean, I don't hate myself. I thought Bibs was the younger of the two. A big guy, muscular, but with a nerdy energy that made him seem smaller. Buttondown was shorter, wiry, and had a hardness around his eyes that made him seem bigger.

If they double-teamed me, I bet Buttondown would want to call the shots, and I thought I just might let him.

I was studiously not looking at them, but when Bibs fucking pointed right at me, I saw it out of the corner of my eye, and it was struggle not to react.

Buttondown stood up and sauntered over to me.

I pretended not to see him until he cleared his throat. 'Scuse me.

I looked at him coldly. The fuck you want, old man?

My, uh, associate and I, – he nodded back toward Bibs. We're video producers. We were, uh, wondering if you'd like to do an adult video.

I admit I wasn't expecting that. I'd never done anything like that; I'd even been careful about racy selfies. It sounded wild, dangerous, thrilling. I thought it would be fun to string Buttondown along for a bit.

Yeah? What are you paying?

He didn't expect that, I could tell. He expected me to tell him to fuck off. But he recovered fast.

Twelve hundred, he said. For a four-hour shoot.

I smiled at him, just a little, as Bibs came up behind him.

Make it two grand, I told him. And I'll bring a girlfriend.

Is your girlfriend hot? Bibs asked.

I rolled my eyes at them. Please. Look at me. I did a little wiggle in the hard plastic seat. You think I'd be banging a chick who wasn't hot?

Two thousand, Buttondown said.

Cash, I clarified.

No problem.

Uh, Bibs mumbled. You are legal age, right?

No. I laughed nastily. And I'm a vice cop, and your pervert ass is busted. He started to sweat, like instantly, and I took pity on him. I'm 22.

We'll record proof-of-age information at the shoot, Buttondown said.

Yeah, whatever. You got a business card?

Buttondown tried to look surprised as he patted down his pockets, like, oh no, where ddi they go?

Bibs fished out his wallet and gave me a dog-eared card. You can reach us at this number.

I looked at it dubiously. E. Rawlings, Contractor. I glanced at them, my eyes tightening. I thought you guys were producers?

What that means, Buttondown said. is we contract out for a number of different entertainment studios. We have more market flexibility that way.

Did I buy that? Not for a second, but it was a cute line of bullshit. Yeah, I told E. 'Bibs' Rawlings. I'll call you, we can schedule something.

I wasn't going to call, of course.

Up Front

And then a couple days later, I did call.

I dunno what to tell you, it kinda got in my head. And I told Cyndi about it, and it kinda got in her head.

Cyndi liked me to boss her around a little, which I sure as fuck did not mind. Cyndi was not into dudes at all, except when I told her to do things with dudes, which always made her cum gangbusters. So after I told her about Bibs and Buttondown, we pretended there were a couple of dudes filming us, telling us both what to do. And we both got off really fucking hard.

And then Cyndi pointed out that if we did it for real we could get off watching each other get off on video, forever. She kind of dared me to call him, basically, so I did.

He picked up right away. Ed Rawlings. His phone voice was surprisingly crisp and businesslike.

Hello Mr. Rawlings. I tried to match his tone. It's Lorelei. We met Friday evening and discussed a video production opportunity?

Oh, uh –