Triple Major

by Lana Hartley

  “I can tell.” I bite my lip seductively as the warm feeling of lust spreads through my belly.

  A tingle begins in my pussy and spreads to my clit, where wetness forms, and I know I am on the brink of losing control with them…yet again.

  The pleasure of that memory hits me, gets absorbed into every pore of my body, and consumes me with a passion I cannot control. Like a magnet, I’m drawn into them, sucked into the black hole of desire and arousal. I’m addicted, and shit, am I ever in trouble.

  King is the boldest of the three of them. He leans in and begins to rub my bare inner thigh, which he can do thanks to the fact that I’m sitting down and wearing a short skirt.

  “What are you doing?” I whisper to him while grinning.

  “The very thing you need, sweetheart. Allow yourself to succumb to the pleasure of the moment.”

  “Okay,” I say meekly, because even I know I’m already well outside of the point of no return.

  Simon comes behind my back and begins planting soft kisses with gentle lips on the back of my neck.

  My skin prickles with goosebumps as he tenderly pecks along, his cool breath tingling my skin with electric volts of pleasure.

  There’s something so raw about this moment with them, especially because of how wrong it is—even as it feels just right.

  Chapter 9

  Dylan

  I never thought I’d see King and Simon in such a situation again. And yet here we are, circling Krista like hungry animals.

  King is rubbing her thigh. Simon is behind her, kissing her neck softly.

  And me? I’m watching.

  Like I said—we weren’t expecting this to happen again.

  Krista’s face is flushed with arousal; it’s irresistible.

  “Krista, you’re okay with this, right?” I murmur. Consent is everything, after all. And this isn’t just any girl in a bar, after all. This is a member of the grad school—someone we’ll have to see every day.

  If ever there was someone we wanted to feel at home, it’s Krista. She gives me a direct stare, her eyes heavy with desire.

  “I’ve wanted to do this every fucking day since that night in the bar. I’ve just…not wanted to admit it.”

  Well, that’s all any of us needed to hear. King pulls her to the floor, unbuttoning her short skirt as he does so. Simon and I stay standing, watching carefully.

  “What are you…doing?” Krista asks, eyes on the two of us.

  “I want you to touch yourself,” I declare authoritatively, not knowing where the order has come from but sticking to it nonetheless.

  King and Simon seem to agree, so I roll with it.

  Krista looks at me uncertainly.

  “You want me to…touch myself?”

  “Oh, yes. Hard. Look us in the eyes and fuck yourself as hard as you can. Only when you’re begging for it will we intervene.”

  King and Simon look at me in wonder, and I can practically hear their thought process.

  What the hell, man?

  She’ll never agree to that!

  You’ve just ruined it for us.

  But Krista nods her head a little shakily. King removes her skirt, then pulls away her stockings, leaving only her panties.

  When King makes to take them off, I motion for him to stop.

  “No,” I command, “she can do it herself.”

  And so we’re all standing there, looking at Krista on the floor as she tentatively brings a hand down to finger her clit through the silk.

  Oh my fucking god. It’s so hot.

  I feel my cock getting hard against my pants; I’m sure the same thing is happening to King and Simon.

  I unzip my pants, careful to maintain eye contact with Krista, which she doesn’t break.

  I start massaging my dick as it gets larger and larger, matching my breathing to Krista’s even as her breathing gets faster.

  “You want us to touch you,” I say. “You want us to fuck you so hard that you struggle to walk out of this room.”

  It’s not a question; it’s a fact.

  Krista bites her lip as I stroke my cock; out of the corner of my eye, I see King and Simon do the same.

  “I want…won’t you put it in my mouth, Dylan?” Krista asks, voice low and heavy with arousal.

  I kneel down beside her, tracing the tip of my cock against her lips.

  “You have to earn it, Krista. You have to touch yourself so hard you’re practically screaming.”

  Simon and King kneel down around Krista, too; all around her head are throbbing, aching dicks simply begging to be sucked. It’s simply a matter of which of us will give in first and thrust ourselves into her mouth.

  “You’re…cruel,” Krista barely manages to get out between desperate pants.

  I run a hand down her stomach to her panties; they’re fucking drenched. I rub a finger teasingly over the top of her clit, echoing the movement her own finger has just taken.

  Krista gasps, and I take the opportunity to sling a leg over her neck and stick my cock in her mouth.

  “I changed my mind,” I murmur. “You can suck me off right fucking now, you little slut. You have three of us to please, after all.”

  Krista’s eyes widen slightly as she struggles to adjust to my massive cock in her mouth, then gasps in surprise around me as King straddles her hips, thrusting against her panties without entering her pussy.

  “If you think you’re getting away with only pleasuring Dylan then you have another thing coming, sweetie,” King says.

  Simon grabs Krista’s right hand and places it over his crotch, rubbing it against his cock like a stag in heat.

  If Krista has a reply, it’s lost against my dick in her mouth; I rock back and forth, forcing her to take me in whether she likes it or not.

  “You want me in you, Krista?” King goads, watching Krista as she moans against my cock. Her hips twitch against his, physically begging for him to plunge the full length of him into her.

  To her right, Simon is guiding her hand up and down himself, sighing contentedly as she picks up the pace.

  I run a hand through Krista’s hair, pulling her head closer to the base of my cock.

  “You know you can do it, Krista,” I encourage her. “We’ll make it so worth your while if you help us all out.”

  Krista fires back with a look of determination, and I feel her lips tightening around my shaft; it feels fucking incredible as she uses the newfound pressure to suck on my cock all the harder.

  I see her eyes water as King uses his hand to push her panties aside, shoving two fingers up into her pussy as hard as he can.

  “If you want that to be my cock, you better fucking beg for it.”

  “Ugh,” Simon bites out; Krista’s grip on him has gotten tighter as King’s teasing has gotten harder for her to ignore.

  And here I am, continuing to fuck her mouth as if my life depends on it.

  I can’t say I’ve ever found the research facility as exciting as this before.

  Suddenly, Krista’s free hand reaches up and grabs my tie, pulling me down with it. I moan as she does so; it makes her mouth on my cock all the more irresistible.

  “I think it’s time to change positions soon,” Simon comments, breathing heavily from his position, but eyeing up my location over Krista’s neck enviously.

  “Wait for your fucking turn, Simon,” I gasp, just as Krista cries out around my cock.

  King has entered her, letting his sizeable dick do its damage in her pussy. It causes Krista’s delicious lips to tighten around my cock, and I groan in pleasure at the sensation.

  I give Simon a look that suggests ‘you won’t have to wait long’ before returning my attention to Krista.

  “Just like that, sweetheart, not much longer,” I let out between pants; this whole situation is possibly even hotter than the night we shared in the bar.

  Behind me, I can hear King struggling to remain coherent as he plunges into Krista again and again. Every time he enters her, Krist
a’s teeth dig into my cock ever so slightly—the little moments of pain only make the pleasure all the better for it.

  I look Krista in the eye.

  “I’m going to come in your mouth, and you’re going to swallow every last drop. And then you’re going to suck Simon off as if your life depends on it,” I command.

  If Krista could nod, I’m sure she would have. As it is, with the full twelve inches of my cock in her mouth, she’s incapable of anything but continuing to suck me off.

  I glance at Simon just before I come and smile maliciously. Just as Krista sends me over the edge, I pull out of her mouth and come all over her face, covering her skin in sticky, salty fluid that she has to lick from her face.

  Simon doesn’t seem to care; he pushes me away and shoves his cock into Krista’s mouth even as she struggles to clean off her face.

  “My turn,” he grins, as I sit on the side and recover.

  I know I’ll be up for it again before King comes inside Krista, and then I’ll take my opportunity to fuck her properly.

  Yes—this has definitely been the most interesting day in the research facility that I’ve experienced thus far, that’s for sure.

  Chapter 10

  Krista

  King’s cock pounds into me, his pace quickening, and Dylan’s cum trickles down my cheek, some of it coating my lips.

  I could get used to wearing this lipstick…regularly. I feel my pussy vibrate, and my body begins to tense when Simon plunges his cock into my mouth.

  I greedily suck him in, devouring the sweet taste of his pre-cum.

  He tastes delicious, just like Dylan.

  I grab Dylan’s cock, teasing its smooth head and shaft with my fingers, and massage his balls. His cock immediately stiffens, eagerly wanting more.

  I know, this is exactly what I shouldn’t be doing.

  A graduate student—on scholarship—shouldn’t be fucking her professors.

  And not just one faculty member, I’m fucking three.

  At the same time. Again.

  And I’m doing it, knowingly, not accidently, at a bar this time, it’s at—our—research facility. It’s crazy, and something I’d never do in a million years. Especially seeing as I was in a relationship, one that was never as fulfilling and gratifying as this is now.

  But at this moment, as I’m covered in Dylan’s cum, my pussy clenching around King’s cock and my mouth sucking Simon dry, I don’t give a damn.

  All I want is for them to make me come, again and again. I yearn for their touch, aching for them to explore every crevice of my body.

  It’s all I’ve been thinking about since that night. I should’ve been thinking about the million other things I came here to do, but I’ve been delightfully distracted by their wandering and mind-blowing touch. Being filled to the brim with them is almost too much, but coming to that edge, is what makes it so damn pleasurable.

  My tongue licks Simon’s hard shaft, tracing the prominent vein. I’m enjoying him like a fucking lollipop. A Simon-flavored lollipop.

  “Ah, Krista. That feels so fucking amazing,” Simon seethes out between clenched teeth. I look up to see his face strained and his eyes forcefully shut, almost like he’s in pain.

  I take his reaction in pride. He’s on the brink of an orgasm because of me and my work.

  Why yes, Professor, I’m a very diligent and a hardworking student.

  King’s relentless thrusts pulls me back to him, and with every hard plunge into me, he goes deeper. His cock probes my insides farther than anyone—or anything—has before.

  A loud moan spills out of me, releasing my mouth from Simon’s dick, and the tension in my body is electrified. But King pulls out of me abruptly, taking his cock in his hand and pumping it, shooting cum onto my stomach and chest.

  “You look so fucking gorgeous with my cum all over you,” King groans through his orgasm.

  I moan, loving the feeling of his warm liquid sprinkling my skin.

  Simon cuts me off and fucks my mouth harder, hitting the back of my throat.

  My teeth graze his sensitive skin lightly, and he groans. His cock bobs against my throat, and he steadies himself.

  “You thirsty, baby?” he grunts.

  “Ah, sweetheart, I’m going to fuck you senseless,” Dylan says between breaths. I continue to stroke him, my hold tightening around him, as my body reels from the loss of King’s cock.

  “She needs to come,” King orders, his mouth kissing my hip bones and his fingers playfully tickling my taint and wet pussy.

  My hips buck reflexively, needing a release. I close my eyes, wetness forming from the exertion of their cocks, hands, and my impending orgasm.

  “On her back,” Simon says, and without warning, King flips me over on my stomach, and I feel the tingling warmth of Simon’s cum spilling over my back.

  My mind’s turned upside down, and it takes minutes to realize that Dylan and King switched places. Dylan lifts my hips up, arching my back and positions my ass in the air.

  “Your pussy is dripping,” Dylan says, before diving into to it. He licks my slit, slipping his tongue in and out of my hole, and I cry out in pleasure.

  “Please!” I yell.

  “Sounds like a beg to me,” King says.

  Dylan’s tongue continues his torturous pace, and his fingers find my clit, circling and massaging the hard, overly sensitive nub.

  King’s hand lifts me up on all fours and plays with my sharp nipples.

  Every hand sends an overwhelming flood of sensations through me, ripping me apart.

  Then King pinches my nipples, Dylan sucks my pussy, and Simon fingers my ass, and I explode. My body tenses and then releases, shattering into a million jagged pieces. My mind goes blank, and my body goes numb.

  “Oh, we’re not done with you yet,” King says, filling my mouth with his twelve-inch cock. My lips invite him in, spreading around his thickness, and I revel in his taste. It’s an intoxicating mix of us—salty and sweet, musky and bitter.

  It’s pure ecstasy.

  And like the last time, they assume their positions to fill me—completely.

  Dylan slides underneath, catching my nipple in his mouth, and his hands caress my breasts. He grabs my hips and pulls me down on him, my pussy swallowing his cock fully.

  Simon, fingering my ass, releases and spits on hands, lubing himself. My body’s sated and relaxed from the earth-shattering orgasm, and I’m quickly aching for more. Simon thrusts into my ass, giving me exactly what I wanted, and I whimper from his fullness.

  King grabs onto my hair and pulls me forward, fucking my mouth relentlessly.

  I grind against Dylan and arch my back for Simon.

  I’m fucking insatiable.

  “Fuck,” King grunts, pulling harder at my hair. My tongue licks him in the rhythm they set, and our pace quickens.

  The sounds of grunts and moans echo throughout the room and fills the air, and the heat builds.

  My mind becomes a blur.

  A hand grabs my ass roughly while another slides up my back. A tongue licks my nipple, and someone bites my shoulder blade.

  Their cocks begin to pulsate, and I taste a drop of King’s pre-cum.

  “Fuck. You’re going to be filled with me,” King groans. He starts to fuck my mouth faster, my eyes watering as he does.

  “Ah!” Dylan cries out, hammering into me with more aggression.

  Simon bites me, again, and I scream out, loving the pain intermingling with the pleasure.

  “You like it rough?” he smiles against my chest. “I’m going to come so hard in your sweet ass.”

  They all simultaneously thrust deeper in me.

  King releases, and I swallow his warm liquid, taking every ounce of his cum like I’m an alcoholic needing my fix. Dylan’s cum spurts in my cunt as Simon pounds harder into my ass.

  I feel him almost there, throbbing inside me.

  The blasts of their orgasms ignite the spasms in me. My pussy clenches around Dylan, milkin
g him, and a muffled moan erupts from deep within me.

  When Simon comes, I orgasm with him, shuddering against him and rocking my hips up and down. Once they all pull out after, emptying their cum in me, I fall to my side, breathing heavily.

  “You’re definitely a fast learner,” Dylan says, smirking at me. He stays on his back, catching his breath.

  “Well, that is one thing I’m very good at,” I admit.

  I sigh and stretch my limbs, not wanting to move my sore body, even though I know I have to.

  The guys recover quickly and put their clothes back on, while I reluctantly search for and grab my skirt and shirt and lazily put them back on.

  I freeze, thinking I heard something, but then I realize it was one of the guys getting his laptop and setting it up so they can actually do work.

  I think…

  I brush off my brief moment of paranoia and focus on the moment—if this is working, then I’m more than happy to work every damn day, all day.

  Chapter 11

  Krista

  “Why aren’t you guys even remotely nervous?”

  I stare at the three of them in the research facility the next night. They’re all grinning with delirious adulation—yes—at me.

  “Worried? For what?” King chuckles and shrugs.

  “You know…” I trail off and swirl an invisible figure eight pattern on the desk with my index finger.

  “Not really,” Simon offers.

  “You guys aren’t at all worried what might happen if we get found out?”

  I raise my eyebrows and wonder why they aren’t understanding the gravity of the situation.

  “There’s no sense in having anxiety over something that hasn’t even happened,” Dylan tries to be reassuring in a softer tone.

  “I am nervous though,” I admit.

  “Are you saying you’re not having fun with us?”

  King grins with mischief and tries to run a hand up my leg but I playfully bat it away.

  “Stop,” I giggle. “I’m serious here.”

  “We can’t help it, you’re just too beautiful,” King replies.

  “Thank you, I appreciate all your compliments, really I do.”