by Lana Hartley
I exchange a glance with King and Simon. I know they’re dying to know Krista’s answer on dating all three of us as much as I am.
I mean, it’s damn near killing me. I’ve never really been good at suspense, and I certainly don’t want to start now.
I decide to be the one to open the topic. Bravely, I ease in so as not to scare her away as if she’s a skittish little deer who’s frozen after seeing headlights.
“So, Krista,” I lean in and grin with valiant charm. “Have you, you know, given our little proposal any more thought?”
Krista clears her throat and glances at all three of us. “Are you asking me if I’ve come to a decision yet?” She licks her lips and stares at us.
“More or less,” I say with nonchalance, because remember, we’re not trying to scare her away here.
She leans back in her chair and grins wildly.
“What?” King says and eyes her hungrily as if he’s a lion and Krista represents the steak that the trainers are dangling in front of his face.
“I do have an answer,” Krista bites her lip and teases us. “I think we should talk about it over drinks…tonight.”
She waits for our reactions.
Internally, I see this as a positive sign. If the answer is no, then she’ll just tell us point blank. She won’t drag us out to drinks and then shoot us down—that just wouldn’t be fair.
“I’m ready for a drink now,” Simon admits.
I close my laptop. “What the hell are we waiting for, then?”
* * *
Thirty minutes later, we are at a table at the same bar where we first met Krista—an idea she proposed, and we jumped at the suggestion, thinking it was perfect and adorable, just like her.
To be honest, the way she’s flirting with us lets us know without words that we have our answer. Krista is going to agree to date all three of us at once, and this is wonderful news. Now, we can have her any time we want, and nobody will suspect anything out of the ordinary.
She wastes no time in getting us hot either, flirting with us and touching our legs subtly under the table.
She leans in close to me and places her hand on the ever rising bulge in my pants, giving me a gentle tug and a light squeeze through my pants.
She’s making me crazy, and I want to feast on her pussy right now. We’re becoming oblivious to the other bar patrons, and I don’t want us to derail on the first day.
“Let’s get out of here,” I blurt out, wanting to play it safe.
“Good idea.” Krista sighs with contentment, her perfect sexy lips parting in flirtatious passion.
“There’s a hotel not even a block away,” Simon offers.
“I’m ready when you guys are,” Krista looks at us, her smoky, dark eyes illuminating seduction and heat that I can’t escape, nor do I ever want to.
Simon
My pants are on the floor, and my cock is in Krista’s mouth before we can even close the door.
We’re in the Hotel Excelsior, the ritziest hotel in the area, and it’s replete with every five-star luxury that one can imagine.
Not that it matters, of course, because we’re doing the type of filthy shit that one typically sees in a pay-by-the-hour roach motel.
Still, there’s no point in letting folks see us with our bare asses in the air and our dicks flapping in the breeze. We might just scare the horses.
With our dignity intact and the door closed behind us, it’s time to get down to business.
Krista is slurping on my cock like it’s a dripping ice cream cone, and I’m amazed at how far she can get it down her throat. It all but disappears with each lick, suck, and slurp.
She twists it at the base with one hand, and I moan and yelp in a strange mix of pleasure and pain.
Dylan and King are just as naked as I am, and they’re alternating between sucking on Krista’s pussy and licking her asshole.
Suddenly, Dylan lifts Krista in the air, and her mouth releases from my cock with an audible pop. It’s pretty fucking impressive—she’s clearly on her A-game today.
We’re standing around the bed, looking at Krista—naked, covered in saliva and pre-cum, freshly waxed, and writhing on the bed in orgasmic ecstasy.
Her eyes are closed, and I can only imagine what’s going on in that filthy imagination of hers.
“Touch yourself,” King commands in a low, booming voice, and Krista licks her fingers and obliges.
I watch carefully as her soft, tight pink lips spread with each thrust of her fingers and the pink darkens into a ruddy color.
“Fuck me,” she begs, looking up at the three of us. “One of you, please, fuck me.”
She’s begging for release, but I’m getting too much pleasure out of watching her build herself up.
Dylan and King are stroking their cocks, patiently waiting their turn, so I sit on the bed and figure it’s time to play with my toy.
I remove her hand from her pussy and lick her fingertips, savoring her sweet yet slightly salty taste as I do so.
Dylan takes this opportunity to stuff his prodigious cock in Krista’s mouth, and she takes it just as expertly as she took mine.
I scoot between her legs and spread them as far as they can go, and while her mouth is put to work on Dylan’s cock—while somehow working his balls in the mix, too—her hands reach out to give an expert hand job to King, who can’t help but look down as she works her magic.
All the while, she’s moaning and writhing and never breaking her gaze off me.
“Simon,” she says breathlessly when Dylan pops his cock out of her mouth for a brief second. “Simon, please, fuck me.”
I smirk at her mischievously. “Not quite yet,” I tease. “I have something to handle first.”
Using her wetness, I take my finger and trace her pussy lips. Her legs begin to shake in unbridled desire, and it is then and only then that I put my mouth on her pussy, using my tongue to roll her clit around like a hard candy.
Her moans get louder, and she’s bucking her hips, desperate to come.
I’m feeling her start to release, so I stop my sucking and get to fucking.
It’s always the first thrust that gets them turned on—the most beautiful thing in the world.
I marvel at how wet she is. And as I thrust my cock deeper inside of her, I feel like at one point, I can tip her uterus, even though I know that isn’t even biologically possible.
I marvel at the knowledge that no matter how many times she takes the three of us—and who knows how many more—in her pussy, she always manages to keep it tight, fresh, wet, waxed, and clean for us.
“That’s a good girl,” I tell her reassuringly, “keep this pussy nice and tight for your professors if you want extra credit, Krista.”
She moans, and her pussy quivers, and I can feel myself getting ready to come.
I pull out quickly, push Dylan to the side, and squirt my cum in her mouth.
Dylan takes that opportunity to take his turn in Krista’s cunt, and I could feel her head bobbing on my cock as it moves with each of Dylan’s thrusts.
“You like that, Krista?” I ask her.
“Yes, Professor,” she says, her mouth full of my cum. Fuck that’s hot.
Dylan grunts and continues thrusting. “Umph! This pussy is so tight, Krista, damn!”
Krista smiles and suddenly visibly flexes her Kegel muscle, forcing Dylan to pull out and come on her tits.
It almost feels like he’ll never stop coming, but finally, when it feels like she’s about to swim in a six-foot pool made of cum, he stops, sighs, and throws his head back on the pillow on the other side of Krista.
King still hasn’t had his chance, and he’s not going to let this opportunity pass him by.
Krista looks at him expectantly and sits up. “Aren’t you going to fuck my pussy, King?”
King squats between her legs and looks directly at her with an almost mischievous look in his eye.
“Nope,” he says simply. “I want somethin
g else.”
We know this look in his eye, so we’re smart enough to get off the bed and out of the way as he flips her over.
Her gorgeous, sculpted ass is in the air right now, and King is slowly spreading her butt cheeks to expose the rosebud beneath.
Krista looks back over her shoulder, her hair sweaty and in her face, a smile crossing her lips.
“Oh yeah,” she says in a gravelly voice. “You know what I want.”
Krista
My pussy is sore, and this nice clean room in the Hotel Excalibur stinks of musky sex, but I want more.
Fucking Dylan is amazing—he knows how to roll his hips, so he hits my G-spot with every thrust.
And Simon?
Simon eats my pussy like a champ.
The way he rolls my clit around in his mouth like he’s an oyster and I’m the sand to make a pearl? Fabulous. The way he plays with my lips before licking and kissing them with tender care? Amazing. The way he delights in how I taste, going so far as to lick the cum off my fingers when I touch myself? He’s a god amongst men.
King, however, likes a different kind of fucking. He feels amazing in my pussy, and oh man does he make me quiver. But he prefers one thing, and he knows how to use it.
My ass.
After having my pussy plowed by Dylan and Simon, King moves to the end of the bed, grabs me by my hips, pulls me all the way down, and flips me over.
I must look over my shoulder to watch this in real time, because seriously? It’s really fucking hot.
I push my hair, now full of sweat, out of my face and look back at him with a pout. “Oh yeah,” I say, breathlessly. “You know what I want.”
He smiles the most devilish of smiles, then uses his right hand to split my butt cheeks open, exposing my rosebud to the cold hotel room air.
I think of the plight of the poor hotel room maid, who will undoubtedly wonder what’s gone on in this room once she comes in here and changes these 1600-thread count, pure white Egyptian cotton sheets.
We aren’t, after all, in a sleazy roach motel—this is the Excalibur, the crown jewel of all the five-star hotels in the area.
I sigh, shrug my shoulders, and figure she’s seen worse.
Besides, why should I not get fucked the way I want to just because the hotel maid has to see a set of dirty sheets? It’s not like she’s never seen a set before.
By this point, King is already flicking his tongue across my rosebud, and I’m moaning loudly, pulling on my nipples to tighten them as he continues to lick my asshole.
I reach for Simon and Dylan, who have somehow managed to get off the bed when King made his way towards me. I guess they knew what they were in for, and what was coming—literally—towards me.
It’s only when I moan Simon’s name that I realize it’s come out in a yelp, because King’s thick, long cock is firmly placed in my ass. On instinct, I clench down and groan, eager to feel every inch of him deep inside of me.
Dylan prefers moving his hips in a rolling motion when he’s fucking me, but King prefers to thrust, and he positions himself on one knee and spreads my butt cheeks further apart as he continues to plow me, getting deeper with each thrust.
“Oh god, yes!” I scream out, and this time, I’m positive that everyone on the floor has heard me—us—in our filthy ritual.
“Shhh!” Simon says, eager to draw as little attention to us as possible, lest a university official find out what I’m doing for my required extra-curricular activities.
“Don’t tell me to shush!” I say back, in between gasps and moans and yelps.
“Here,” he says, shoving his cock in my mouth. “This should keep you quiet.”
I mumble and moan, but begin sucking on his cock again, taking care to work every inch.
Dylan, meanwhile, has reached down between my legs to finger my pussy, so at this point, I’m completely plugged up and full.
I don’t think I’ve ever been so turned on in my life. Fucking these men is like a dream come true—why only have one man when each one fulfills a perfect fantasy?
I come all over Dylan’s fingers, which he pulls out of my pussy, and admiring its glistening quality, begins licking eagerly.
I give Simon’s heavy balls a tug, and he lets out a groan. With that, he squirts his cum all over my face, and I feel like I’m in a rain shower. I don’t think he’s ever going to stop as his cum runs down my face, past my throat, and onto my tits. Considering that it looks like a waterfall, it’s actually kind of pretty.
With Simon’s cum on my face, and my cum on Dylan’s hands, I look back at King, and with a final grunt, make one simple request.
“Come, goddamnit,” I say in a low growl. “For fuck’s sake, just come in my ass and make me feel every drop.”
He curls his upper lip, leans back, closes his eyes, and lets off load after load of cum in my ass. It starts running down my legs, and I can feel its warmth mixing in with my pussy cum that’s also started dripping down my inner thighs.
He pulls out.
We look at each other, then around the room, and laugh.
“Fuck, this is a mess,” Dylan says.
Simon looks around the room, and successfully finding his pants that I’d torn off before we could even close the door, fishes out two one hundred dollar bills from his side pocket. He sets them on one of the pure teak nightstands, then places an empty glass over them so they don’t blow away in the blasting air conditioning.
“For her trouble, you know,” he says nonchalantly. “Poor thing has a family to feed, probably.”
King looks at me. “Go take a shower,” he says. “You can’t go to class looking like that.”
I nod, then limp to the bathroom and turn on the rain shower.
I wait until the steam fills the bathroom and fogs up the mirror, then step under the scalding hot water and wash it all away.
I tilt my head back, close my eyes, and smile.
“Class dismissed,” I say to no one in particular.
Krista
I walk into the math and science lab the next morning, feeling a little sore between my leg.
Is having to waddle like a damn duck worth it today? Abso-fucking-lutely.
I know that my decision to date three guys at once is a little unconventional.
Did I say unconventional?
Oh, sorry about that. I mean bat shit crazy, of course.
I just can’t help myself. I mean, you only live once right? Why can’t I have my cake and eat it, too?
I walk into the faculty lounge, but I might as well be bouncing from the clouds. My merriment couldn’t be stunted, and I had to admit that receiving positive attention by not one but three guys was swelling my head a little.
Yes, the birds are singing, and the sky is blue. I’m happy and having the time of my life here in New York.
Oh shit!
I dodge a smashed grape on the floor before I slip on it and bust my ass. I retrieve the wannabe wine grape and toss it into a nearby sink.
Well, let me rephrase. Besides my being a klutz, I’m enjoying every moment. Besides, I’m not the best person at hiding my feelings—or suppressing them for that matter.
I believe that if you have a gut instinct about something, then you might as well follow it before you lose an opportunity.
You know, hindsight is twenty-twenty and shit.
Not to mention, the guys and I are together every day. I mean, it would just be awkward to say no to their proposal and denounce my attraction.
Grabbing my coffee, I check my watch, and my heart drops. I need to high-tail it out of here and to my first class before I’m late.
See, it’s not all sunshine and rainbows, but for the most part, I’m pretty fucking joyous and ready to conquer the world.
After my first couple of classes, I feel a hungry grumble in my stomach. Walking to the faculty room, I open up the communal fridge and peer in absentmindedly.
There are several other teachers and staff members having lunch
at the tables, and there is a soft hum of chatter extending through the room.
“Lunch delivery for Krista?”
I glance up from my space cadet state-of-mind.
“I’m Krista,” I say and point to myself. “I didn’t order lunch though.”
The delivery man hands me the bag of food. “Well somebody did.” He gives me a wink.
My cheeks flush, and I look down at the bag, trying to distract myself from all the eyes on me.
I feel like the spotlight is on me, and I’m the freak show paid attraction that everyone gets to enjoy.
“Looks like somebody has a secret admirer,” Bob Nelson, head of the archeology department, teases as his friends croon.
“Oh, please,” I say, waving a dismissive hand. I do my best to laugh off his assumptions.
If I do have a secret admirer, I want diamonds. Just kidding! Well, not really.
All jokes aside, I haven’t felt this good in the entire year I had been with Brandon. Thank goodness he’s out of the picture, even if he continues to annoy the hell out of me with his unwanted calls and texts.
I find an empty table at the back of the room and notice that there is a little note attached to it. I peel it off the side of the bag and open it carefully, wondering with perplexity what might be going on here.
Enjoy your lunch.
Hopefully it’s as savory as you are.
S.
I smile, and butterflies flutter in my stomach when I recognize the initial.
I glance around the room, trying to scope out Simon, but at first, I don’t see him. I’m a little disappointed until I hear someone clear their throat.
Looking to my left, I grin from ear to ear like a giddy cheerleader with a crush. Sure enough, Mr. Sly Devil himself is staring at me with a subtle smile. He flashes me a wink with his electric blue eyes.
I cast him a nod in gratitude and acknowledgement of his kind gesture. Then, I dig right in to the chicken salad sandwich.
I’ve never tasted anything so fucking delicious in my life.
***
Later that night, things go swimmingly in the research lab with the guys. We’re making leaps and bounds, and I honestly know I can’t make progress at this pace without them or their stellar help.
