"She comin' or what?" Chef Hatchet asked Chris, impatiently. He glanced at his watch, then at the laptop he sat next to, which showed what appeared to be a streaming site. There was a window displaying a graphic styled in the same fashion as the "Total Drama Island'' title screen with text that read "Stream starting soon". Next to the graphic is a bar showing a constantly scrolling series of chat messages sent by multiple users at once. Below the chat window was a count that read "15,069 viewers''.
"It's already 20 past. It's a full house tonight and they gettin' antsy."
"Tell em to keep it in their pants. She probably got lost or somethin'. Kinda expected." Chris replied in his usual nonchalant fashion, leaning back so far, his chair precariously stood on one leg.
"Figures." Chef spoke as he typed on the laptop. "Girl still can't even get my name right."
Chris flashed a cheeky smile. "What? You mean your name isn't Chief Hamster?"
"Ah, screw you, man." Chef scoffed. "Th'Hell is this dumb bimbo at anyways? Is she even gonna show?"
"Don't get your apron in a knot bro, of course she is. Chill. I wouldn't promise the 'Return of a Lifetime' on my secret Twitter if I couldn't make good on that promise."
Chef slumped in his seat, pouting. He grumbled in fragments. "Maaan. We coulda… by now."
"Ya got it that bad huh, bud?"
"Hell yeah! Been awhile since we had some. What, you ain't hankerin' for it either?"
"Of course I am. But I also know good things come to those who wait."
"Man, this better be worth it…"
"Hey, don't worry." Chris patted his friend's boulder-like shoulder in assurance. "I mean, you've seen that bombin' rack on her, right? You're tellin' me you wouldn't kill for a piece-a that?"
"I've killed for less…" Chef muttered under his breath.
Both men were on the edges of their seats when the doorknob turned and the door slowly creaked open.
"Hello? Is this the right place?" Spoke the much anticipated guest of honor, the busty blonde beauty, known as Lindsay.
"Lindsayyyy! So glad you could make it!" Chris spread his arms wide as he wore his usual gameshow host smile.
"Chef, tell Chat she's here." Chris quickly turned back to Lindsay. "Hope you didn't have too much trouble finding this place."
"Oh you wouldn't believe it! I followed your directions exactly. Then at one point I couldn't tell if I made a right turn or a left turn, so I kept going right and right and I swore I kept seeing the same mossy rock over and over and-"
"Ahh, it's okay it's okay, Lin." Chris patted her shoulder, stopping her from going off the rails. "The important thing is you're here and we can get started. You brought what I asked?"
"Yup! Right here!" Lindsay lifted up a small pink, purse sprinkled with glitter.
"Awesome." Chris pointed towards another door in the room. "Bathroom's right over there. Robe's behind the door."
"Cool. I thought I'd never get a chance to use this."
Giggling with excitement, the busty blonde made her way to the bathroom before closing and locking the door behind her.
"What's she talkin' 'bout, Chris?" Chef asked, eyeing the bathroom.
"Something that coulda gotten the show canceled if I didn't step in and stop her. You said we had a full house tonight? How full we talkin'?"
Chef narrowed his eyes at the computer screen. "Bout 15,000 or so."
"Wow." Chris rubbed his five o' clock shadow. "Biggest audience we've had since the last Stream."
"Been a couple-a years. Poor bastards gotta be starvin for another girl."
"So have we."
"You know it."
"IIII'm readyyy!" The door swung wide open, Lindsay striking a model's pose with one hand on her hip and the other raised to the sky.
Chris spoke to Lindsay. "Glad you're ready, Lin. Why don'tcha stand in front of the bed right there?"
"Okay!"
She did as asked, walking over next to Chris, standing between the Queen size bed and an expensive looking camera on a tripod being flanked by a pair of high-powered studio light stands. Chef stood behind a desk with the laptop, typing away.
"Alright Chef, we're all set." Chris boldly pointed at the large man. "Start the countdown."
"Damn." Chef remarked as he looked at the computer. "Soon as the count went up, the Chat went wild. Lotsa emote spammin' and dudes postin' 'It's happening!' in spaces and all caps."
Lindsay's baby blue eyes lit up like stars. "Ooh it's a stream?"
"Yup. With about 15,000 viewers."
Lindsay tapped her chin quizzically. "Is that a lot?"
"Considering this stream is Subscribers Only, yeah, those are about record breaking numbers. They're really excited for the stream and mostly you."
Lindsay gasped with stars in her eyes like an excited schoolgirl before composing herself and mustering her best Superstar act.
"I can't let my fans down! Time to put on the best show of my life!"
"That's the spirit, Lin!" Chris cheered her on.
"Hey, you guys are on in 8. 7." Chef started counting down.
Chris and Lindsay went into their places. The man went into his usual stance that the common audience sees at the beginning of every Total Drama Island episode. Lindsay couldn't decide whether she wanted to stand up with Chris or sit on the bed. With a gentle push down on her shoulder, Chris gave her the direction she needed to take and she took it without question.
"3. 2. 1."
With that, the stream began and the view on the laptop screen showed Chris standing in the brightly lit white-walled room in front of a Queen sized red velvet bed with Lindsay sitting on it like a girl at a slumber party.
"Good evening and welcome to the long awaited return of Total Drama After Dark!" Chris triumphantly greeted the long distance audience who expressed their joy with emote spamming and all caps texts in place of actual applause and cheers.
"It's been a while since the last time hasn't it, my fellow freaks? Kept ya waitin', huh? Well, I've been getting your DMs and seeing your guys' comments on every anonymous message board, , and Discord since this season of Total Drama started and I hear you all loud and clear. I've brought here someone who you guys have been spamming all my inboxes for and, luckily for you guys, she's dyin' to meet ya! So here she is, the Lady of the Hour. Iiiiiit's Lindsay!"
"Hey guyyyyys? How are y'all doiiiing? I'm so glad to be here tonight!" Lindsay happily spoke as she waved to the camera.
"Okay, okay, whoa. Slow down with the donations, ya horndogs." Chef went wide-eyed at the computer screen as a barrage of pings blasted out of the computer speaker. He put on a pair of reading glasses before looking back at the monitor.
"Okay. Lotta donation messages just sayin', 'Take it off' or 'Lose the robes'." Chef said quietly out of earshot of Chris and Lindsay.
"Oh wow. We actually got a nice one from," Chef squinted till his eyes were thin slits. "Brader24. Asking how you're doing, Lindsay."
"Aww, I'm doing fiiiine, thanks for asking." The busty blonde beamed.
Chef read off a different donation message. "ReapsMcGrim asks how being on TDI feels."
"Oh, y'know." Lindsay waved casually. "Just Chris basically tryna come as close to killing us all without actually doing it. It was shocking the first few times but ended up feeling like just another Thursday after a while."
The chatting went on for ten minutes. Skipping through all the dirty requests, Chris, Chef, and Lindsay simply spoke with the audience, either answering questions about themselves and the show or just generally having some conversations like they were doing a live podcast. But of course, the seemingly normal everyday atmosphere didn't stick around for much longer. Because there was a hot blonde teen in robes sitting on a bed being featured in a streaming show called "Total Drama After Dark", the inevitable had to happen.
"Well, I think that's enough convo for one night, don'tcha think?"
"Mm-hmm." Chef nodded.
Chris turned to the guest of honor. "So Lin, whaddya say we get to the main event?"
"Okay!" Lindsay beamed excitedly as she got to her feet.
Lindsay undid the cloth tie around her waist in one fluid motion and in the next instant, the robe slipped off her shoulders, collapsing to the floor in a heap.
"Sweet Baby Jesus…" Chef whispered as he held a hand to his chest.
Lindsay had on a blue two-piece bikini that lent itself no imagination needed whatsoever. The flat pieces and strings were the bare minimum of thin without completely breaking apart. The top part of the ensemble fell short of covering even a quarter of her D-cup breasts and it was so thin and loose, her tits jiggled freely as if she weren't wearing anything at all. Same went for her bottoms. The outline of her crotch was visible through the thin nylon and the back part was lost between her smooth, plump ass cheeks.
Chris couldn't stifle his laugh when he saw Chef's face. His eyes looked like they would shoot right out of his skull and ricochet all over the room like bullets and his jaw and tongue were practically on his lap. Chris, on the other hand, remained composed, but his eyes still climbed up and down Lindsay's nearly bare form.
"Aight, I'll take it back. Definitely worth it." Chef said quietly.
"Well everyone, the moment you've all been waiting for!"
Lindsay spoke as she struck several stretchy poses to show off as much of her body as she could. She had one hand on her hips and the other raised diagonally to the ceiling. Then she had both hands behind her head while pushing her chest forward to show off that impressive bust of hers. Then she decided to go for the blatant route and straight up squeezed her tits then lifted them up before letting them drop and bounce vigorously.
"Oof, shit." Chef couldn't stop himself from rubbing his thighs, nearly touching the tip of his swollen member which was bound to his thigh by his khaki shorts.
Meanwhile, donations and dings blasted out of the computer speakers at machine gun fire rates. Chef stumbled trying to catch up with them.
"Uhh, I'm seein' hundreds and a few thousand dollar donations left and right. And pretty much all of 'em are sayin' 'turn around'."
Chris held a palm to his ear. "Ah, the roaring applause of the modern age." He turned to Lindsay. "Say, Lin. Why don'tcha give our very generous viewers a view of the other side?"
"Alrighty then!"
Lindsay ballerina twirled to show her back. Chef almost fell off his chair. She held her hips as she very slowly swayed her hips, her ample ass jiggling almost as much as her tits.
"Ooh, that's what I'm talkin' about." Chef pulled at his shirt collar while biting his lower lip. "A white girl with a black girl's ass. Mmm-mmm, 'Shawna girl's got some competition.
"Yo Chef, I heard a lot of donations there. What else are they saying?"
"What we're all thinkin,"Chef tried to keep his eyes on both Lindsay and the laptop.
"'Bend over'."
"Well, you heard the stream and Chef, Lindsay." Chris said.
"Sure. Always aimin' to please the crowd!"
Lindsay raised both arms straight up, stretching them and the rest of her body as much as she could before bringing her hands all the way down and touching the tip of her toes. This display of basic flexibility was met with more donations, excited messages, and emotes from the long distant audience.
"Damn girl… now you just askin' for it." Chef fidgeted in his seat struggling harder and harder to keep still his beating boner.
"Well? Whaddya guys think?" Lindsay asked innocently, with her face between her legs.
She yelped and nearly fell over when her question was answered with a hard smack to her rear. Her supple skin rippled like a splashed pond and a faint pink mark was left on her asscheek.
"Ooh Chris, you dirty old pervert!" Lindsay giggled as she rubbed her tingly behind. She raised herself up to prop herself on the bed while still staying bent over.
"Sorry, lil lady. Couldn't resist. Ya just got a smackable lil tush."
Lindsay bashfully held a hand to her mouth. "Heehee, thanks. All the boys think so, too."
There was one loud ding several seconds after the others stopped. Chef adjusted his reading glasses, before his eyebrows raised.
"Okay, we got a big one here, Chris. Aaaand it's a request for Lindsay. I mean yeah, so far almost all of em have been requests for Lindsay, but since this horny bastard just dropped the biggest load-a cash so far, I think I'll read this one."
"Alright Chef, shoot."
"Okay so." Chef cleared his throat. "This one's from 'YeheeaahBoiii'. He just dropped a whoppin' $10,000 and all he said was 'Give that meat a good ol' rub' in all caps. And now Chat's spammin' that one Ainsley Harriet emote. Y'know the one where he's pourin' oil into a pan."
"Mmm, I think I'm pickin up what Chat's puttin down." Chris said as he walked over to the nightstand by the other end of the bed. He pulled out the drawer and picked up a clear solid plastic bottle filled with some translucent fluid.
Lindsay saw the bottle in Chris's hand and held a curious expression before it shifted to one of sly joy.
"May I?" Chris asked Lindsay.
"If you mean pour that all over my butt, then yeah. You may."
And Chris did exactly that, twisting the cap off and pouring the oily substance all over Lindsay's smooth skin. A lot of it cascaded down her plump mounds like raindrops down a window. Chris slapped a palm over an ass cheek, then made laps on her supple flesh, spreading the fluid until her butt had a mirror shine to it. And to flaunt it even further, Lindsay shook her ass hard, her buns clapping and splashing drops of lube.
Chef shook his head in disbelief, ignoring the stream viewers going wild on the computer. "Man… How did ya get talked into this anyways?"
Lindsay happily elaborated. "Easy. Compared to havin' to do stuff like jumping off hundred foot cliffs, getting chased by bears, and overall escaping death every day, this is like getting to wear a Louis Vuitton coat after wearing Thrift Store hoodies for a week."
Chef shrugged. "Aight, fair enough."
"Besides, I promised her a cut of the donations after tonight's stream was over." Chris added. "So she could get all the Louis Vuittons she wants after this is all over."
"Oh yeah. That too."
"A win for all parties involved." Chris said. "Me, Chef and the stream viewers get a nice show, we have some fun, forget about Total Drama Island for a bit, all while making mondo moolah along the way."
"The question is, when do we actually get to have our fun?" Chef asked, as his hungry eyes devoured the sight of Lindsay's swaying hips and ass.
"Good question." Chris looked to Lindsay. "Lin, ya cool with sharin' the spotlight with me and Chef?"
"You mean I get to be like a… co-co-host?"
"Mmm, sorta? But more like, me and Chef get to… have fun on camera with you in the middle."
Lindsay looked confused. "Uh. Are we gonna play Monkey in the Middle on Stream? What are we gonna toss around? This bottle?"
Chris facepalmed. "What? No, I mean-"
"Aw to hell with it!" Chef yelled as he comically ripped all his clothes open at once, leaving him in nothing but his hard, colossal cock dangling between his knees. Then he jumped over the desk and onto the front of the bed in one fell swoop.
"Me and Chris wanna smash, ya dumb bimbo!"
"O-oh." Red-faced and wide-eyed, Lindsay met face to face with Chef's thick, veiny cock standing ten inches tall and ready to go.
"Uh Chris, yo-whoa!"
Next thing she knew, Lindsay encountered a similar sight when she turned around and was greeted by Chris's equally thick and lengthy shaft, dehydrated with the need of certain bodily fluids.
"Hold on, guys!" Lindsay's blue eyes ping-ponged between the two men flanking her on both sides. She sat back on the bed and crossed her arms. "I don't remember agreeing to do this kinda show!"
"Oh, right. I was kinda implying it when I told you about it in the first place." Chris responded.
"Well, I didn't know this was what you meant when you said 'we're gonna have some dirty, off-script, on-camera fun! I thought we were just doing, y'know, softcore lewd stuff and nothing more."
Chef crossed his arms, scowling at the sleazy host in frustration. "Dammit Chris,I thought you said she knew! Shit man, I don't wanna do somethin to the girl if she don't want it. It ain't right."
"Well… this is awkward." Chris scratched the back of his head uncomfortably. "So, I guess you wanna stop right here and go back to your cabin, huh?"
"Now hold up, I didn't say that." Lindsay chimed in.
"Waitwhat?" Chef and Chris said in unison.
The blonde continued. "I'm saying I wish you would-a told me sooner it was gonna be like this. I woulda brought way more than just this swimsuit."
"You...wha?" Chris remarked with a cocked eyebrow.
Lindsay nodded. "I mean, I was askin' ya earlier if ya wanted me to bring anything else. I got a few 'toys' back at the cabin and even sexier outfits I could've showed off. Heck they even show more than this bikini Chris told me to hold onto during the first challenge.
Chef and Chris were lost for words. They looked wide-eyed at each other before looking back at Lindsay.
"Buuutttt..." Both Chef and Chris stiffened when Lindsay wrapped her fingers tightly around their shafts at the same time. They throbbed beneath her firm, expert touch.
"Since I got none of that, how bout we just get to the actual main event, right here and now. Whaddya say?"
"I'm game." Chris looked at his co-host with a thrilled, genuine smile. "Chef?"
"Hell yeah. I've been dyin' to know how good she could take it."
"Oh, you'd be surprised. Now then." She lets go of Chris and grabs the bottle of oil before handing it to him. "Why don't ya make the rest of me shine?"
"Before I do that," Chris took the camera off its tripod before taking the open bottle and tilting its tip downwards.
"I'm sure our viewers would like some nice POV action for our 'fun'."
Lindsay shrugged. "Sounds good to me."
With the camera pointed at her, Chris drizzled oil all over her ample chest until her entire torso glimmered under the bright lights. He put the oil down and sat down next to her and her hand quickly found its way back to his cock. Both Chef and Chris, sitting on either side of her, feverishly played with her bountiful bust, causing her nipples beneath her thin top to stiffen under their ministrations. Chef took it upon himself to lean in and plant rapid kisses on her cheek before they climbed down her neck.
"Ooh, Chief Hamster… that tingles." Lindsay mewled in delight.
"Oh my God, it's Che- aw forget it, call me whatever ya want."
He continued, his lips landing on the smooth surface of her breast. He descended further down her mound until he puckered his lips around her solid nipple, which ached to escape her imprisoning bikini top. Knowing this, his large hand snaked around her body and undid the knot that held her top together.
Lindsay and her partners stared wide eyed and slack jawed as they watched her top fall instantly and her sizable breasts bounce free. She squeaked like a kitten when Chris and Chef didn't hesitate to take a nipple into their mouths, kissing and sucking with fervor. Lindsay struggled to focus on stroking them both, but possessed enough awareness to feel them throbbing in her grip.
After a while, the two men stood up. Chris offered his dick to Lindsay for her to suck while Chef stuck his between her well-oiled tits. All while Chris steadily held the camera so that it all went on in view of the stream.
Chris marveled at the blonde teen's oral dexterity, the way her practiced hand worked his shaft while her experienced tongue and lips worked smoothly in tandem on his head. She bobbed her head quickly back and forth, sloppily spreading saliva along the top half of his dick.
"Damn, you're good at this." Chris remarked breathily. "I always thought you were kinda dim, but you're def a genius where it counts."
Lindsay smiled through the cock thrusting into her mouth to show her gratitude for the compliment.
"So Chef, how're those tits?" Chris asked, watching with curiosity at his friend squeezing Lindsay's boobs around his cock and eagerly thrusting as if they were a pussy. His bulbous, mushroom-like prickhead popping in and out of her cleavage like an oily gopher.
"Ooh shit, it's like heaven on her chest, man." Chef said with a drunken smile on his face. "How dat mouth do, though?"
Chris nodded. "Same dude. Same."
The sleazy host, who had controlled the speed and depth of Lindsay's blowjob, slowly pulled her off his cock until her lips completely released him with a wet pop. The blonde looked up at Chris drunkenly, with soft little breaths of fatigue.
"I think I wanna give those tits a shot, too."
The three changed positions, utilizing the large bed to the fullest. With Chris lying on his back, he pointed the camera towards Lindsay, who laid on her stomach while she squeezed her tits around his cock and swirled her tongue around his cockhead. Meanwhile, Chef was on his knees hovering above Lindsay's ass. He licked his lips as his hands grabbed the two knots that held it together.
"Here." Chris said, handing Chef the camera. He had one hand behind his head as he relaxed to savor Lindsay's sloppy titjob.
"Might wanna use this while you're showin' the best part."
"Aw yeah, good idea."
Chef took the camera, making sure the Stream had a good view of Lindsay's rear. Carefully, the Co-host undid the knots one at a time, letting them fall limply around the girl's hips. He gradually peeled it off her ass, encountering slight resistance from her cheeks.
When he finally got it all off and Lindsay was completely bereft of clothing, Chef took a moment to gawk at her fully nude ass and he could just see in his mind's eye the stream chat begging him to spread those cheeks. Well, Chef wasn't a man to keep a horny audience and himself waiting. He slapped a wide open palm right on Lindsay's plump ass, letting it jiggle before he parted one cheek wide open.
As if Chef wasn't already aroused enough, he salivated at the sight of Lindsay's seemingly pristine holes. Her smooth, shaven pussy was nothing more than a razor thin line and her anus was all pucker and next to no gape.
Curiously, Chef stuck a finger in her pussy, forcing a muffled moan out of her. It caught him off guard how wet she had become and how easily it slipped all the way to the knuckle. With the same hand, Chef stuck another finger and the result was the same. A third joined in and Lindsay's snatch didn't feel any more snug than it was prior.
Keeping the camera steady, Chef removed his fingers to show the extent of Lindsay's arousal and spread his fingers to show how her juices tethered them together in thin, clear strings.
"Daamn, you ain't a virgin ain't ya, Lindsay?" Chef asked.
"Mmm-mmm." Lindsay shook her head. Her lips were still being speared by Chris's cock through her tits.
"Wow, Lin. How many dudes?"
"Mm-mm-mmm." Lindsay shrugged, choosing to maintain her dirty task instead of elaborating on her sex life.
"When's the last time ya got laid?" Chris asked.
"Mmmm…" Lindsay hummed, her blue eyes pointed up as if deep in thought.
"Mmm, mm-mm mm mmm mm-mmm mmm."
"Yeah okay. Gotcha." Chris said with a thumbs up.
"Whatever ya just said, me and Chris haven't gotten any in a while, either. Guess tonight's our lucky night."
Chef made a 'V' with his fingers and spread the blonde's lower lips wide open. Despite how tight she looked earlier, opening her up revealed more width and depth than anticipated.
"Shit. Can't wait any longer." Chef gripped the base of his long schlong, giving Lindsay's ass a few taps before lining himself up to impale her. He rubbed her folds with his head to signal his entry before reeling his hips back.
Lindsay's eyes shot wide open, and quickly she spat Chris's cock out.
"WAIT! STOP!"
Lindsay screamed at the top of her lungs, scaring the skin out of both Chris and Chef, causing the latter to drop the camera. It had to have even startled the stream viewers because the donation pings ceased completely and the scrolling chat ground to a halt. Chef and Chris remained frozen, worried eyes fixed on the girl as a dense silence filled the room.
"Sorry. Wanted to do Doggy." Lindsay said with a smile.
Lindsay pushed herself up to her hands and knees. With one hand she grabbed Chris's cock again while the other parted her ass cheek.
"Okay, go ahead!"
Chris and Chef exchanged confused looks before shrugging and carrying on.
With Linday's ass presented to him, Chef grabbed her waist with one hand while using the other to hold his dick steady. As soon as his broad tip felt her flooded entrance, he didn't think twice before letting more of himself fill her warm, soaking insides.
"Mmm!" Lin remarked, while Chris's cock remained down her throat.
Though she remained steadfast in her efforts to suck Chris off, her focus and stability wavered as Chef delved ever deeper. Even up until he managed to bury every inch.
"Ooh, shit." Chef hissed as the full heat and tightness of Lindsay's pliant pussy hit him. He took a moment to marvel at how she managed to take all of him much easier than most as well as savor the decadence of her walls coiling and molding to his shape and size.
"How's it feel, Chef?" Chris casually asked his friend.
"Damn, man. Y'gotta try this for yourself. I don't think anything I say could do it justice."
As Chef slowly pulled back, he felt Lindsay trying to suck him back in, but he managed to pull out until only his head remained.
"Mmmph!" Lindsay stumbled forward, unintentionally taking more of Chris into her mouth and nearly choking. She again spat him out before shooting an annoyed glare over her shoulder.
"At least warn a girl if you're gonna go that hard!"
"Sorry, Lin. Couldn't help myself. I'll take it easy next time."
Chef started at a slow pace, gradually quickening as time went on and he as well as Lindsay adjusted to one another. Lindsay met his thrusts halfway, pushing her ass back while keeping it in sync with her bobbing, sucking mouth which kept pace with Chris's pulling hand and thrusting hips. Like usual, Lindsay's head was empty, except she was fully aware at how deeply immersed she was taking cock at both ends. The sharp heat of Chef's cock banging her womb and the satisfying size and girth of Chris filling her throat flooded her mind with enough serotonin and adrenaline to keep her addicted and constantly matching the flow of fucking.
"Wow. Takin it like a real pro." Chris chuckled between subtle, shortened breaths. "I'm sure if every challenge in Total Drama was sex based, you'd win all of 'em, no contest."
Lindsay couldn't even respond. Her eyes had rolled to the back of her head, guttural moans struggling to escape her clogged mouth.
"Damn. I'm 'bout to bust." Chef said with strain in his voice.
"Same here bud." Chris replied. "Say, Lindsay? How bout we top off this round with a nice facial? Whaddya say?"
"Mm-hmm!" Lindsay happily nodded her head at the idea.
"Chef?"
"S-sounds good." The bigger man said, his breaths getting heavier as his thrusts went harder and faster. Chris was not any less intense.
When those telltale sensations assailed them all, Chef and Chris sprung to their feet. Lindsay was on her knees, eyes closed, palms flat, mouth wide open, and tongue hanging out. Chef and Chris's hands blurred on their cocks as they rushed to the finish.
Chef let out the first shot that splattered across Lindsay's face, followed by several more that landed on her nose, eyelids and cheek. Chris followed soon after, bombarding her lips, tongue, and tits.
"That's a nice look on ya, Lin." Chris marveled at his handiwork. "Hope ya got all that on camera, Chef."
"Every single second." Chef said with a satisfied smile on his face. "How ya feelin' girl?"
"Like a million bucks." She said with a bright, cum-stained smile. Then she proceeded to wipe the cum off her face and lick and suck them off her hands.
After some washing up and a half hour break, Chris and Lindsay were left alone while Chef was in another room having a snack. Chris was once again on his back while Lindsay was on top of him, stroking his still solid cock and rubbing the head along her moist lower lips before it pushed past them. Down and down she went, the show host's girth gradually splitting her open until she touched down to the base of his member. Her hair fell around her face as she froze momentarily.
"Ya good there, Lin?" Chris said, slightly worried.
"Y-yeah. I'm good." Lindsay answered shakily.
"Just… I'm still a bit sore from Chef."
"We can stop if ya w-"
"Heck no! I haven't got banged that good since last year's summer school!"
It startled Chris how Lindsay smashed her pelvis onto his hips, proceeding to buck and ride him hard like he was a mechanical bull. She thrusted, rolled and spun her hips like the young whore she seemed to pride herself in being. Meanwhile, Chris took advantage of the pair of large boobs dangling over his face, hands hungrily squeezing and kneading while his lips attacked her nipples. Lindsay arched her back, her moaning, shut-eyed face looking to the ceiling as she was consumed by the dual sensations of having her tits played with and her pussy filled to the brim once more.
"Whoa. Chef was not kidding." Chris remarked while biting his lip. "This pussy's definitely up there."
"Aww, thank you! It's been a while since I had two huge guys at once. You guys do this with every girl?"
Chris shook his head. "Nah. Just the ones we think would make good lays and give nice shows for the Streams."
"Wow. So is anyone else from this Season gonna get in on this?"
"Well…" Chris's hands shifted from Lindsay's tits to her ass as he thrusted into her harder, his cock constantly kissing her cervix.
"So far me and Chef were uh, thinking- ah shit, you're tight… Heather, LeShawna, uhhh, maybe Courtney and Gwen, too."
"Ooh, Heather definitely. She'd be fun." Lindsay agreed wholeheartedly.
"She uh. She might be a harder sell, I think. But if we could get her in on this, that would be awesome. She and you were tied for the most requests for the Stream."
"Hey y'all, I'm back."
Chris and Lindsay looked to the foot of the bed behind them. Chef was on his way towards them with that bottle of oil from earlier.
"Yo Chef, glad you could join us." Chris casually greeted, his hips still colliding against Lindsay.
"Well, I ain't gonna let ya have all the fun tonight. Say Lindsay, ya ever done anal?"
"Of course." She answered without missing a beat. "Why?"
"No reason."
Chef twisted the cap off the bottle and poured its contents all over Lindsay's ass, especially between her cheek. He then poured it all over his own cock, until it gleamed as brightly as her ass. Spreading her asscheeks, Chef docked his cockhead on her ass. He looked to Lindsay, finding any hint of hesitation on her face. But instead she looked over her shoulder expectantly.
"Well, you're all lubed up, right?" Lindsay pointed behind her. "Y'know what to do."
Chef chuckled. "Hell yeah."
Chef encountered far less resistance than he expected. Lindsay's ass took him just as easily as her pussy did and even managed to swallow Chef's cock in its entirety, too.
"Oh, fuck yeah!"
Lindsay screamed out like a madwoman as both men gave neither of her snug, scorching holes any quarter or mercy. Chris and Chef went at it like two mindless, voracious men with nothing to lose fucking what's left of the brains out of this blonde teen slut. Her experience and passion shined forth in the way she moved along with her two partners' synced sawing motions. She knew when to push back or let one of them dominate her and knew when to clench when one or both were as deep as they could.
Eventually, Lindsay couldn't keep up with their frantic pace and let the men rut her as hard and fast as they wished. She reveled in being treated like a living, breathing onahole, since it wasn't just for their satisfaction, but her own as well. And considering the show they were all a part of, this was a necessity.
Lindsay could feel it. The telltale throbbing of their dicks signaling their coital limits fast approaching. Their thrusts became more erratic and she could see it clear as day on Chris's face that he could blow any minute.
"Y'know. I'm on the pill, you guys." She offhandedly mentioned. The look on Chris and Chef''s faces were priceless, like she told them they just won billions in the lottery.
"Man, I was gonna do it even if you wasn't." Chef said.
"Huh." Chris plainly said. "Then I… guess ya don't mind if I-"
"Nope! Go ahead." Lindays smile shined brighter than the studio lights in the room.
And before she knew it, they both shot their second load of the night, somehow more plentiful and explosive than the last. Perhaps because it was the beguiling prospect of cumming inside a woman without any repercussions and being able to do so continuously or the stress that had built up over time from being in Total Drama Island. But either way, Linday's insides felt like water balloons quickly bloating to bursting, as Chris and Chef flooded her holes with their thick, warm cum. Lindsay had never taken drugs a day in her life, but she imagined the feeling of being filled by these two studs would be as close to them as she could get.
"Ohhh man, I needed that…" Lindsay's eyes fluttered, threatening to close completely as she laid atop Chris in a dream-like state.
When Chef pulled out, his seed came out of Lindsay's ass the same way it entered, shot out in big, bubbly globs. When Chris pulled out of Lindsay, his own essence came out in long, thick strands raining on the bed sheets.
"Ooh, damn. Feast your eyes on that." Chef said as he held the camera close to Lindsay's well-used holes.
Chef got up from the bed and walked over to the computer. When he checked the stream his normally narrowed eyes went cartoonishly wide and his hands clasped his head.
"Aw shit! We forgot to bring the Stream back! It's still got the "We'll be right back" screen."
"Welp." Chris casually replied as he took a swig out of a water bottle.
"But uh, good news is, all the viewers are still here. And we made like, $214,000 so far."
"Well, we could totally make more." Chris bared a wily, Hyena-like smile. "Whaddya say Lindsay? Ya up for a few more rounds?"
Lindsay, sitting and leaning against her arms and chest slightly heaving, looked at her still flooding pussy. She took a couple of fingers and scooped up a sizable amount of cum, which felt like oily, sticky frosting on her fingers. She dipped them right into her mouth and licked them clean.
"Well what're we waiting for? Let's get to it!"