All The Best Men

“Yes!” was my belted-out cry. “Yes, yes, yes!”

And with that, my pussy and ass clamped wildly, squeezing on the hot shaft within. Mason came immediately, jerking once, then twice, before releasing a hot stream of spunk deep within.

“Fuuuck!” came his roar. “Fuck fuck fuck!”

But before he finished, the big man pulled out, letting Kane take his place.

And in one swift push, Kane was inside once more, coming like a fire hose.

“Milk it,” he gasped, pumping deep within my recesses, spraying my vaginal chamber with hot man seed. “Milk my cock sweetheart.”

I cried out again, the spasms in my cunt unstoppable, electrical jolts running all the way to my fingers and toes. The top of my head was gonna blow off, I was going to dissolve into a puddle right here, right now.

But there was one more billionaire, and Tyler wasn’t missing his turn, no way no how. Because after Kane let out a few great spurts, he withdrew, and suddenly Tyler was deep within, blasting me with baby batter.

“Unnh,” the billionaire grunted. “Unnh, unnh.”

Oh god, this was so dirty. I could literally feel Tyler’s penis as it pulsed, the veins on the side hot and throbbing as he jerked and sprayed within my inner chamber, pumping me full of virile sperm.

And it only caused me to go buck wild all over again.

“YES!” I screamed to the heavens, “Yes!”

And that’s how I lost my virginity. It’s wrong, I know. I took three cocks within the space of five minutes. I let three men sample my insides, breaching my tiny hole, pumping me full of sperm as they saw fit. And I should be regretful. I should be shocked, I should feel dirty and unwhole, like a handmaiden forced to wear a scarlet letter.

But instead, all I feel is good. Because Mason, Kane and Tyler care about me. After they finished unloading spunk deep inside, each of them kissed my pussy tenderly, licking deeply at the swollen folds.

“You okay honey?” murmured one, lapping at the oozing slit. Oh god, oh god, he was literally tasting the cum of three men mixed together, the sweet and salty of various DNA. But they weren’t turned off at all. Instead, all three of them knelt in back of me, worshipping the sweet hole that had serviced them all.

“I’m okay, I think,” was my trembling whisper. “I think I’m okay.”

“Just okay or great?” teased Kane from in back of me, his tongue playing with my clit once more. “Good or great?”

And I giggled breathlessly because suddenly, everything went alert all over again. Could it be? Was I really ready to play again, so soon?

But it was true. Because Mason licked my asshole then, pulling apart the great white cheeks to get at my brownie, his tongue going up my rectum this time.

“Ahhh!” came my scream. “Ah ah!”

“Thought so,” he growled knowingly from behind. “Thought you liked it.”

And that was the truth. I more than liked it, I loved it. I loved everything they did, everything they’d taught me. It was beyond my wildest dreams, yes. It was beyond reality, pushing me into fantasy-land, a crazy sequence of events that was beyond comprehension.

And yet I adored this fantasy. I loved what had happened to me, here in this luxurious hotel suite, nude and trembling with pleasure even now. I relished how the billionaires made me feel, like a precious jewel, something to be cared for yet enjoyed. And in my deepest heart, there was always the truth that I wanted more. I wanted to see where this could go, and what can possibly become of an illicit relationship … with three men.

CHAPTER NINE

Katie

Walking in the door of my apartment, things felt different. I felt different. The smile hadn’t left my face since leaving the hotel room. Mason, Kane and Tyler tried to entice me to stay the night, but I wanted the comfort and familiarity of my own apartment to process my thoughts and feelings about what just happened.

My mind kept running over each moment of our illicit encounter. The billionaires had sent me spiraling over the edge into oblivion for sure. Making me purr with pleasure. Making me hum with a new awareness. Somehow, I didn’t think I’d ever be able to get enough. They’d made me feel desirable and beautiful, like Miss America times ten.

Carelessly, I kicked off a heel and watched it sail across the room, landing with a thud on the throw rug in the living room. Then the other one followed, landing a couple inches away from its twin. My mood was playful as I danced around my apartment, turning on lights. Humming some indistinguishable melody, I entered my room, fingers making quick work of the buttons on my blouse. Memories flooded me of Tyler’s sure hands unfastening the shirt and my body shivered.