Three Rockstars of Sin

“You feel that, baby?” Brody growled. “This dick is only for the best girl in the world.” He grunted and circled his hips to grind against the bare, pink length of her foot. “That’s you, Kitty-Kat. Only you.” He gripped her wriggling toes and pushed them into his meat. “Do you think you deserve it, baby? Do you think you handle us?”

My dick got hard as a rock watching Brody play with our Kate. He was all over her. I grabbed my dick and stroked it.

“Yes! I deserve it!” she whimpered. “Only me. Please, yes, now.”

Quickly getting frantic for our thick meat, she groped around between my legs until she grabbed a hold of my dick, small fingers circling my length tight.

Fuck yeah.

Her sweet and clumsy touch was all over the place. It still felt incredible. Even her fumbling fingers and sweet, inept ways, turned me on like nothing else.

“Kate.” The growl rolled up from deep in my chest. “You keep this up and you’ll get all of this dick in you.”

If anything, she tried harder to get my cock. Of course, our girl succeeded. The eighteen-year-old was determined. She grabbed my rigid pole and pulled it out of my jeans.

Fuck! Those hot little hands feel amazing…

Her thumb rubbed the dripping slit and her mouth opened in excitement. I watched in awe. That tongue of hers rolled over her plump, pink lips. She was ready to swallow me down. I could see it.

A hurricane of lust in the bed, she rolled her hips back into Gunner and pressed her little toes into Brody’s crotch.

“I want you,” our curvy queen panted as she worked my dick with her hand. “Please! Give me everything.”

“We wanna play you like a guitar, Kate baby,” Brody said, obviously ready to give her what she wanted. “You’re gonna howl for us.”

“Yes, yes!”

But I wasn’t ready to give in yet. “You think you can handle all this?”

Kate had already proven that she was open to the challenge of taking our dicks, open and ready with her hungry mouth and greedy pussy. Even that sweet asshole was ready. The guys and I were saving that for later, though. We loved how she pressed that thick backside into us every time we fucked her. That would be enough for a little while.

Gunner licked her butt’s puckered, pink star whenever he got the chance. Mr. Caveman was known for his ass-eating. It was the man’s specialty. After eating her pussy, the drummer used his long tongue to coat her most taboo place of all, and our girl loved it.

Poor Kate. We took her virginity and now we can’t take it back.

The girl didn’t realize that we had failed her as employers. Respectable men would never do this to their assistants. Unfortunately, the band would have to fire her for it to end because we’d never be able to get enough.

We were falling for the sweet female.

She could take the sexual aspects of our relationship, that was certain. But could she take a step further? That’s what was unclear. After all, emotional foursomes can get messy. Despite all of the girls that we shared, the band never had been psychologically entangled with a single girl.

But was Kate different? Was she here to stay? Or were we going to have to fire her once the shit hit the fan?

“Kate,” Gunner grunted.

His cock was already out and jeans shoved down his thighs. Kate’s eyes were wide. He spit on his fingers and grabbed one of her ass cheeks. The drumming god was staring at the pristine pink of her asshole, wanting to get inside of it as quickly as possible.

Such a beautiful girl.

Nonetheless, the truth was fast becoming clear. Despite her eagerness and sweet ways, Kate had to leave us. It was for her own good. She was too good for us. We would eat her up and leave nothing left, destroying an innocent in the process.

Oh shit. The prospect was awful. My heart beat like a maniacal drum. I wanted her desperately, but we had to let her go at some point in the future.

Thump, thump, thump.

But there’s no way to reason with emotion sometimes. They both had to have her—dick and brain. Once upon a time, I figured they were the same thing. Kate had taught me differently.

Turned on beyond reason, Kate panted and pushed back into Gunner. Mr. Caveman was rough with our girl, and that was exactly what she wanted. Behind her, he leaned down and spit on her asshole.

“Oh!” she squeaked and looked back at him over her shoulder. Then, she gasped when his wet finger rubbed around her sweet little back hole. The drummer slowly eased it inside, the brunette’s eyes going wide as she gasped, completely still beneath the penetration.

“Oooh,” was her breathy whimper, eyes falling shut for a moment, huge ass cheeks trembling slightly. “Oh god.”