Three Rockstars of Sin

Kate is our heroin.

She had spread herself out like a mountain of the drugs that other men craved.

Her lush and thick body was nude, her titties juicy and enormous. As I looked her over, there was only a few words that my brain could piece together.

Nipples hard. Legs spread. Pussy wet.

She knew what she was doing to us. Yeah, we fucked a virgin, but our dicks must have turned her into the perfect Hard Fought woman.

Hot honey drizzled from her softly pulsing folds. She held a microphone in one hand and held it up to her mouth like she was about to sing. An open-mouthed Kate was a welcome sight. With the other hand, she played with herself, dipping her fingers in and out of her hot snatch. The strokes were lazy, her movements slow and hypnotic. Again and again, she fucked her wet hole with two fingers.

It was mesmerizing.

She looked up to make sure we were watching. The three of us were, of course.

A wicked smile curled her red lips. “Mic check. Mic check.” She licked her lips again and looked steadily at each of us. “One, two, three.”

She stopped fucking herself. Still smiling, our luscious queen held her pussy lips wide open. Then she lowered the head of the mic to her cunt and teased her opening with it. Back and forth. The mic nuzzled between her thick pussy lips. Finally, Kate wiggled her hips like she was trying to stuff it inside of her.

Fuck.

My knees went weak, dick steadily dripped in my pants.

I wanted to jump into her cunt mouth-first, slurping that sweet snatch and biting her clit. My balls drew up tight enough to hurt. I grabbed the base of my cock tight and stepped back.

No point in going off like a geyser when I haven’t even touched her yet. Easy, tiger.

Watching her try to take that mic up her hole made my fuck-stick turn to granite. It was more than ready to plunge into all that sweetness that Kate had saved just for us.

Like me and Gunner, Brody couldn’t stop staring at her. Moaning and watching us, our girl rolled a nipple between long, undecorated fingers. Finally, she pushed the head of the mic into her pussy, the lips stretched obscenely as they gripped the fat head. I couldn’t have shut my eyes even if a bomb went off.

It wasn’t just her pretty pussy. It was her smile. It was who Kate was as a person.

Innocent yet slutty. Bare-faced but beautiful.

Gunner and Brody turned their bright blue eyes my way. They both shook their heads—a sign that the two of them were thinking the same thing that I was.

We wanted to fuck her, but there was more to Kate than sex. That was the part that the three of us wanted to know more about.

“You look real good, Kitty-Kat,” Brody growled. His dick was a monster in his jeans. “Good enough for us Alphas to eat.”

“We’d love to devour you, baby,” Gunner rasped, eyes glued to her twat and the big mic it was trying to swallow.

“But not right now,” I told her.

Definitely later. That wet pussy will not go to waste.

Her lust-dark eyes landed on our gigantic bulges. She licked her lips and plunged the mic deeper inside. Her slit squelched wetly as the girl moaned. Juices squirted between the mic head and smeared all over her thick, juicy thighs.

Well, that’s my favorite microphone now.

On my left, Gunner growled and held onto his dick so hard that it looked like he was about to yank it off. Brody’s abs rippled and the muscles in his pecs and arms jumped. He looked ready to pounce on top of her and take what she was offering.

“Baby, you’re gonna make me cream my jeans,” the front-man growled.

All of us were hard as rocks and ready to plow her sweet pussy, mouth, and asshole. A shudder ran through me as I fought for control.

“Then why are you fighting it?” she mewled. Our princess wanted us so bad. It was all over her face, the evidence of her need gushing wet between her legs. “Come to me. I want you to. All of you.” She opened her legs wider and pushed the already wet and defiled mic even deeper, arching her back while mewling sensuously. “Now, now!” The mic plunged harder into her hole. She twisted her nipples, one after the other. “Please…”

The smell of pussy, salty and wet, was unavoidable.

My dick spurted in my jeans and the pre-cum stain on the denim grew darker and wider.

“Shit. We wanna go slow, baby. But you’re making it hard.” Brody didn’t even seem like he was trying to stop. With his laser blue gaze trained on her wide open pussy jammed full with the fake cock, the singer stroked his beast through his jeans.