CHAPTER TEN
Nick
“Alpha Prime!”
“Mason!”
“Alpha Prime!”
“Nick!”
“Trent! Trent! Trent!”
The San Francisco crowd was hot tonight. They screamed, tossing lingerie and showing off fake-looking tits. Some of them even had butt implants. I wasn’t interested, though.
Katy was for me. Real. Luscious. Curvy and soft.
Her thick sweetness was the perfect fit for me. I couldn’t stop thinking about that beautiful female form.
At the front of the stage, Trent acted out the rock god shtick. He flexed his muscles and made sexy eyes at the chicks who’d eat him alive if they got half the chance. The guy was on top of the world.
“This song,” he shouted into the mic, gripping it with both hands, his white teeth flashing. Mason and I caught his eye. “This next song is for a special girl. Kitty-Kat, you put the purr in perfect.” The asshole grinned at his bad joke.
Half of the crowd was angry, hissing and booing at us. If the name was theirs, they would have been fine with it. The other half cooed “awwwww!” in unison.
Behind me, Mason roared with laughter, banging on his cymbals.
“Hell, yeah!” Trent encouraged him. “Gimme a drum fill, Mace!”
I closed my eyes as Mason fulfilled his request. The toms were far too loud. My head had been pounding since the opening band took stage.
After the fill, Mason hit the cymbal and exclaimed, “One, two, three, four!”
Douchebags.
The new song started, “Katy’s Ballad,” and damn if it wasn’t perfect for our sweet girl. Even though my head hurt, I had to give Trent credit for writing the tune.
It started off sweet and soft then growled to a wild, climax-inducing finish—just like our Katy.
The bass part of the song was hot like fire. My fingers throbbed as I raked them across the strings. It was the perfect riff for the song. Rivers of sweat ran down my rock hard chest and tight abs as I drowned out the crowd of women to focus on one girl in particular.
Katy. Kitty-Kat. Sweet and soft and so entrancing.
The chorus of her song growled out of my throat. It had been a long time since a song spoke to me the way “Katy’s Ballad” did. Inside my thin jeans, my balls were sweaty and felt heavy, full of hot jizz. Katy had sucked me off just before the show started but I still couldn’t help but get hard thinking about her.
She sucked or fucked all three of us. Overachieving Trent got both her mouth and her pussy, though.
“Can we make this a tradition?” Mason had asked earlier in the evening. “We’ll fuck Katy before and after every show. Fill up her hungry slit with our big dicks and make her scream our names just like the fans who waited for us to come—ha ha, get it?—onstage.”
I nodded in agreement, although it was a lame joke. So did Trent.
Her pussy made a good bed-time snack too. At that thought, my teeth flashed at the crowd and the women screamed.
If only I could hear her scream right now.
Plugging her pussy, her face, and that sweet ass made me feel like a god—on top of the whole world. Other feelings were gnawing at me. Scary feelings.
I wanted to know Katy—and not just sexually.
What does she like to eat? Does she even like Alpha Prime’s music? What did she think about before she goes to bed every night?
The girl was always down for whatever we wanted, but her kindness was even better. She actually cared about me and about the band.
If somebody asked her which one of us was her favorite I bet she would say some sweet and corny shit like “Mason and Trent and Nick, all three are tied.”
Our girl.
My bass guitar ripped through the song and I growled into the mic. “On your knees, baby. For me, baby! I want you, baby. Only you!”
The lyrics to the song were raw and desperate—just like what we all felt for our Kitty-Kat.
“Nick! I wanna have your baby!”
A crazed chick suddenly came out of nowhere.
Screaming like mad, she scrambled onto the stage. Her pussy was wide open and naked, no panties in sight under her tiny skirt. The unwelcome redhead was headed right for me.
Where the fuck was our security? What were we paying them for?
“Nick! I want you soooo bad!”
Running straight at me, she managed to lift up her shirt to flash her tits and yank up her skirt while booking it like a deranged rabbit. Rumpled clothes fell around the woman’s narrow waist. The rest of her was butt naked.
“We got you on an airplane, loving you like a hurricane!” Trent sang. “Yeah yeah yeah, you’re drivin' me insane!”
The crazy girl wasn’t having it though.
“I want you!” she screamed, the whites of her eyes showing. “Pick me, Nick! Pick me!”
Like she stands a chance. Not with Katy around.
Still singing, I jumped to get out of her way. Finally, a security guy flew out of the wings. He seized the female as she screeched and kicked in an attempt to get away.
Finally. How the hell did she even get up here anyway?
I already knew the answer to my own question because the security was hired muscle, but a lot of them liked to watch our concerts as well. Or they got carried away, watching the women lose their shit. Not a good combination—especially not when we packed every venue.
Girls everywhere. Endless unwanted panties and pussy.
From all the way behind me, Mason’s loud laugh rang out.
Fucking douchebag.
Unlike Trent and myself, Mason was never attacked by dick-hungry chicks. He was tucked safely behind his drum kit.
I scowled at the crowd of desperate females.
Do it again, ladies. Dare you.
The chorus to Katy’s song came back up. “On your knees, baby. For me, baby! I want you, baby. Only you!” I ignored the screaming faces and sang it like a love ballad, imbuing the words with genuine emotion.
Was Katy in the wings listening? Did she watch us strutting across the stage, thinking and singing about her?
If only that sweet female were in front of me now.
“Loving you like a hurricane!” Trent harmonized. “Loving, loving, loving.”
Instantly, the thought of our beautiful brunette had me hard as a rock. With every prowling step, the stage lights burned down on my naked chest and back as sweat ran down my hard muscles.
This show needs to end. Then we can fuck our Katy.
The three of us were killing it, despite my headache.
I couldn't stop thinking about our Kitty-Kat, though.
For a moment, it was like we weren’t on stage at all. Instead, Alpha Prime was back in our hotel room. Katy on her knees, her big brown eyes dark with emotion.
“Oh yes Mason!” she’d murmured, lips trembling. “Yes, yes, yes.”
But reality intruded then, my dream disappearing into thin air.
“Fuck me, Nick!” someone in the crowd screamed, bringing me back to reality. “Awwwoooo!”
On the main mic, Trent was doing his usual, but he was distracted too. Perhaps he couldn’t say it out loud while performing anything other than “Katy’s Ballad,” but the man could think, and his eyes didn’t lie. He was obsessed with our sweet girl.
Mason wasn't subtle at all. All night he'd been substituting Katy's name into the songs while bashing away at the drums. Most of our music was about anonymous girls, making it appeal to our main audience. But Mason was making everything about the eighteen-year-old princess in his head.
Good thinking, bud.
Finally, the concert ended. The fans screamed, begging us for an encore, per usual. It didn’t matter, though. We were done, and they would not be getting any kind of bonus.
With sweat pouring down my back and my shaft half-hard from anticipation of seeing Katy, I jogged with the guys off the stage and toward the dressing room.
The brunette would be there. She had to be.
“That girl better be waiting for us,” Trent growled. “We told her to.”
“She’s paid to wait. I can’t imagine she’ll go too far,” Mason said. He rattled his drumsticks against the block wall as we walked down the hallway. “If she does, she’ll come back.”
I nodded. “She’ll be there.”
Trent’s hunger was tangible, a throbbing beat in the air, making the environment vibrate. We stepped over lights and equipment, rushing in the direction the stadium assistant had showed us. As usual, a bunch of half-naked chicks rushed out towards the band, scurrying down the corridor like ants. The security guys did their jobs for once and kept them away.
“Can’t wait,” Trent growled, eyes intent. “Shit, it’s been so long.”
“Chill, man.” I bumped his shoulder and shoved him aside to get in front. “She's our assistant, not some random chick.”
“I don't mean it that way and you know it,” he growled back at me. “She’s special. That’s why I want her.”
I opened my mouth to argue, but was interrupted.
“Out of the way, fellas!” Mason shoved his way between us, stopping the spat before it even happened.
Like an Alpha Prime PR guru, he waved and pinched the asses of the screaming groupies waiting to ambush us. Girls cried after him. Even though he was pandering to the audience, he didn’t stop his pace until he got to the dressing room. Mason was a man on a mission. He only beat me and Trent to it by a couple of seconds, most likely in an effort to escape his duty as the band ass-grabber.
Elbowing and shoving at each other, the three of us busted into the dressing room.
Just like Trent wanted, Katy was already in there, spread out and waiting for us.
A growl rose from low in my chest and my pole went from half-hard to full club.
“Mason, Trent, Nick,” Katy whispered our names, one by one. Her pink tongue made a slow and dirty circle along her lips. “How was the show, gentlemen?”
“Who knows?” Trent rasped, eyes ravenous. “I’m more interested in The Katy Show.”
My cock was so hard it could crush rocks. It throbbed, hot and hungry, trying to fight its way out of my jeans and get to Katy’s sweet softness. A damp spot formed on my jeans, evidence of the desire.
Our sweet Katy lay spread out on the big round table in the center of the room.
This was the candy table. It was a place where rock bands before us lay out their cocaine and their heroin and other bullshit drugs. The table was meant for credit cards, hundred-dollar bills and other paraphernalia. We never engaged in such activities.
Katy 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 Alpha Prime 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 Katy 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, Katy 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 Katy had saved just for us.
Like me and Mason, Trent 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 Katy was as a person.
Innocent yet slutty. Bare-faced but beautiful.
Mason and Trent 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 Katy than sex. That was the part that the three of us wanted to know more about.
“You look real good, Kitty-Kat,” Trent growled. His dick was a monster in his jeans. “Good enough for us Alphas to eat.”
“We’d love to devour you, baby,” Mason 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, Mason growled and held onto his dick so hard that it looked like he was about to yank it off. Trent’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.” Trent 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.
“That’s the idea, guys.” She pushed the mic deeper into her pussy, moaning again. “Don’t you want me to get you hard?”
Her thick thighs pushed all the way open and her hips thrust up into the air while that soft, pink mouth panted for us. “I want you, Mason.” She moaned. It was obvious that our girl was hitting her sweet spot. The big table bounced under her writhing and groaning body. “I want you in me, Nick.” Then she called Trent’s name, whimpery and needy, like if she didn’t get our dicks right then, she would die.
Fuck in heaven, she’s going to roast me alive with this mic trick.
My dick hammered loud and fast right along with my pulse, roaring at me to get into her snatch.
Mason and Trent watched her like tigers about to bust through their leash. My two band-mates gripped their dicks hard, no longer stroking. Savage cerulean eyes spoke volumes. They were ready for action.
But the first move had to be mine.
“Come on, baby.” I kneeled over Katy and slowly pulled the lucky mic from her cunt with a wet sucking sound. Oh shit, it was covered in goo, tasty and wet. But this wasn’t the time, so I tossed it aside.
My cock nearly busted in my pants at the sucking wet sound her pussy made. It didn't want to let go of the mic. Turned on like gangbusters, I clenched my stomach muscles to stop myself from coming. That movement of rippling power caught her eye and she stared, her mouth open and wet.
“Please,” our princess mewled.
With a low grunt I gave in and did what I’d been wanting to do since walking in the room. My fingers dipped into her cunt—soft, wet, hot—then out. Groaning, I sucked the sweet honey from my fingertips.
She moaned and watched me with greedy eyes.
“We want you, baby.” My tongue licked between my fingers, sopping all that juice up from her sweet snatch. “But not just your pussy. We want all of you.”
“Yeah.” Mason stepped closer, finally in better control. “Nobody else can make us lose it like you. You’re our sweet queen.”
“We wanna know everything about our Kitty-Kat, not just how she feels on our cocks.” Trent kissed her cheek and Mason, bending down on the other side of her, bit her soft shoulder. “I want to know what your favorite food is, what you want to do in life, where you want to travel. I want to know everything. We all do.”
I ran my fingers through her hair. “You’re going to give us what we want, right?”
“Yes,” she said, smiling sweetly.
The lust began to simmer down inside of her. As much as I liked to see our girl on the edge, part of me felt guilty—almost like we had ruined the once-virgin. She wrapped her arms around Mason’s neck. He offered her a small kiss and a hug.
“Come on, Kitty-Kat,” the drummer said, caressing her cheek.
Smiling, she looked drugged but happy, nonetheless. We helped her climb off the table where other people had served up disposable and dangerous treats for other bands.
This candy table wasn’t the place for her. Katy was too special to share the same spot as deadly brown sugar. She was our drug, but she deserved better. So we led her to the back of the dressing room where a door led to a private chamber. And in the chamber was a giant bed big enough for all of us and Katy, covered in white satin sheets. There was plenty of room to roll around, which was exactly why we needed it. A mirror reflected from the ceiling just above the bed.
Old school kinky. I like it.
We kicked off our shoes, and gestured to the beautiful girl. Then, all four of us climbed onto the monster of all beds and got comfortable.
“Hmmm. This is incredible.” Katy lay on her back in the white robe, stroking the pristine sheets. “I didn't know they made beds this big.”
“It's just for you, baby.” Trent kissed the back of her neck and she giggled. “We’ll do anything to make you happy.”
It was a lie. She wouldn’t be happy when we fired her.
Our princess thought we were gods. I could see it in her eyes. She had given us too much power. But that was for later. Right now, it was about getting to know the sweet female.
“Comfy, Kitty-Kat?” Mason spooned her from the back, the dirty bastard, petting her ass with his dick.
I thought he was going to try more, but he let our princess settle into his arms. That was what our drummer was supposed to do. It was not time for sex.
Leaning back, I took her hand in mine. Her hands were so soft, just like the rest of her.
A true angel.
Trent sat near the foot of the bed with her legs in his lap, massaging her toes. She stared at him, eyes wide with astonishment.
“So tell us,” Mason rumbled from behind her. “What is Katy Baxter all about?”
She blushed. It was our fault.
Six or seven times a day, we made love to the woman. The girl moaned and screamed it, but it didn’t change anything. We didn’t really know her, and that was our fault. Because ever since this started, we'd been non-stop fucking. Our shafts knew every inch of Katy’s pussy, but Alpha Prime didn’t know her any better than Jane Doe. So this was a change.
“Um,” She bit her lip, looking so shy and sweet that I had to kiss her pretty mouth. Red-faced, our girl continued. “I um...want to write books. Nothing too special. Just books. I mean, I guess novels. M-maybe articles.”
“About us?” Trent asked, suddenly looking a bit perturbed. “You aren’t a reporter, are you?”
Katy was far from a reporter. Writer or not, she was no paparazzo.
“No, no. Like books about far away places. Fiction.”
“Places like where?” I asked her. “Other planets? Made-up countries?”
It wasn't that I thought all she wanted to do was be a personal assistant to famous people. Even so, this intellectual part of her was a nice surprise.
“I dunno,” she murmured, shrugging. “I haven't really been anyplace. Not like you guys. That’s why I like traveling with you. I get to see so many new cool spots that’d be out of my budget.”
“Shit,” Trent drew the word out and laughed. “We probably see more venues than any real places since we'd been on the road. We didn’t even see the Eiffel Tower when we toured Europe, and we were in France for a week,” he added dryly.
Mason jumped in. “Truth. When we were starting out, we wanted to see lots of places. Way the hell more than we ever saw in that beater VW van that used to take us around. Never did do it, though. Did a lot of traveling but not a lot of sightseeing.”
Trent laughed. “Yeah, fuck that VW.”
I silently agreed. The van never started when we wanted it to.
But Katy’s eyes brightened.
“A VW van? Really? I think those are so hysterical, like what hippies drive.
Mason chuckled dryly. “It was a piece of shit, but it got us around most of the time.”
“Good enough for a bunch of fifteen-year-olds,” Trent noted.
“Wait, you were driving at fifteen?” she gasped. “I didn’t realize you guys even knew each other back then! Isn’t that illegal? Or did you have an adult with you?”
The guys and I exchanged sharp, electric blue gazes. It was just like Katy to turn the conversation back to us. She had a knack for listening and making you feel comfortable. We were already halfway in love with her. Every day, she reminded us why.
I jerked my head at Trent. It was his story to start.
“I met these bozos when I was in foster care,” he said. “We grew up in the same town—Nick and I even had the same foster parents for a bit.”
“Oh my God! Really?” Katy's big brown eyes flooded with sympathy. “That must have been so hard.”
“It was no picnic,” I agreed. In foster care, we barely had anything to call ours, and when we did, the bigger kids made it their mission to beat the shit out of us and take it. The years of bruises and scars and nightmares made Alpha Prime stronger. Resilient.
The terror never stopped, though. Nightmares would always haunt me.
“But the good part of all that was us getting together,” Mason said. His mouth turned down at the corners, probably from remembering all the shit we went through. “He was only in the system for a little while, maybe a couple of months after his folks died.”
“My sister turned eighteen not long after I was put in the system.” Trent kneaded Katy’s foot like he needed the distraction from his own memories. “After a lot of struggle, she got me out and brought me to live with her. Because of my sister, I was able to get these guys out too. Mason had it the worst. His parents—well, I’ll let him talk about them if he ever wants to.”
Mason shook his head. Trent was not lying. Our drummer had had it far worse than the two of us.
“We found out that we were all good at music,” I continued. “Really good.”
Mason nodded and ran his fingers through Katy’s curly hair. “Trent's sister got us all instruments on her tiny salary. She saved our lives.”
“Yeah.” I turned to Trent and saw the love he had in his eyes for his sister, Helena. Our rescuer. It was the same love we all had for the woman. Alpha Prime couldn’t exist without her.
“She got us out of that hellhole together, and then she let us go.” Trent pursed his lips. It had been a while since we’d seen Helena in person. FaceTime didn’t count. From the look on his face, we were probably gonna make a trip up to New England to see her real soon.
Because Helena deserved a bouquet of flowers for finding Katy for us. Giving them to her in person sounded like the proper and gentlemanly thing to do, even if none of us were actual gentlemen.
Trent cleared his throat. “We toured in that shitty little VW for a while. Helena found it in the newspaper and booked all our gigs, making the arrangements.”
“We only had about thirty bucks between us.” Mason started to smile. “It was enough for gas to make it to the next gig, and maybe get some food. Maybe.”
“It was a struggle...” Trent started.
“But damn, it was fun,” I finished.
Those had been some of the best times for me. The nostalgia was making all of us feel old—geriatric even. Reminiscing was not something that we often did.
“Yeah, it was the shit, wasn’t it?” Mason’s blue eyes glimmered. “You could be on stage, nice and low, and see everybody. You saw the sweat on their faces and the excitement in their eyes. It wasn’t just a ton of crazed girls on drugs.”
The packed little dive clubs we played back then smelled like spilled beer, sweat, and funk. I missed it.
Trent tugged playfully at Katy’s toes and she smiled down at him, her cheeks going pink. “The fans were so close that we could touch 'em.”
“You touched the shit out of 'em, all right,” Mason laughed at Trent. “Even the ugly ones.”
“That was fun, seriously, man,” Trent replied, ignoring Mr. Caveman’s comment.
And it was. I missed the hell out of those days. “Now the fans are packed in these fucking stupid amphitheaters. It’s impossible to see anyone, all the silhouettes are dark and blend together. They’re all rapacious socialites looking for a rich boyfriend.”
“It's like a wall of shadows except when some skank jumps out of the crowd and tries to shove her pussy in our faces,” Mason agreed.
Katy made a noise of shock. “You guys would rather be broke?”
Mason threw back his head and laughed. “Yeah, Trent. You miss being broke?”
He laughed like a madman. Trent really got off on the money and power. He wasn't a diva, but he was damn close with his “only flavored water” bullshit during interviews.
“Maybe not being broke,” Trent growled. “But I miss the authenticity. We all do.”
Mason nodded.
“That's one of the things we love about you, sweetheart,” I told her and kissed the back of her hand. “You are absolutely real and open. You have no idea what that means to us.”
The color rushed into her cheeks and she bit her lush, pink lower lip. “I’m only that way with you guys.”
Our Katy's voice was so soft, so sweet as she continued. “I was the chubby girl in school. Everybody pretty much walked past me and I got used to keeping everything to myself. Well, if I was lucky, they’d walk past. Sometimes people stopped to make some nasty comment about me. Eventually, I just started to hide whatever I was thinking. My emotions, my thoughts, everything.”
Mason growled and pulled her closer. The drummer wanted to keep our girl safe. He was determined to protect her from that past, just like Trent and I wanted to.
“I had a boyfriend in high school but he...” Katy bit her lip again and blushed. “He only wanted something to stick his…thing into. That's what I think now. It didn't matter who, and when I didn't want him anymore, he was only upset because he never was able to make it to home base. In the end, I didn't care because he wasn't all that nice. He probably thought he could do better.” She shrugged like she was throwing off the past and losing the shadows. “But now it doesn’t matter because even if he can’t do better, I can.”
“There's nobody better than you, baby,” I told her and kissed the back of her hands.
“Nobody,” Mason agreed.
“Damn right.” Trent kissed the bottoms of her feet and looked up at her through the thick fall of his long, black hair. “You're the best there is, and if Alpha Prime tells you something, you know it’s the absolute truth.” He grinned, a flash of white teeth, and sucked her big toe into his mouth.
“Oh!” she gasped and jerked against Mason.
I swear her hand and arm laying on top of mine heated up about ten degrees.
Leaning close so she could see the want blazing in my eyes, I spread each of her fingers with my thumb and pushed between them like I planned to push between her thick thighs later. Wide brown eyes told me that she wanted more. I ran my tongue across her fingertips.
“Oh! Oh!”
Already, she was getting worked up. Her robe fell open. It was the way she was grinding back into the steady push of Mason's dick against her ass. I shivered at the view. By her feet, Trent finished up with her big toes and pushed her foot into his lap, pressing it hard against his massive rod.
“You feel that, baby?” Trent 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 Trent play with our Katy. 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.
“Katy.” 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 Mason and pressed her little toes into Trent’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, Katy baby,” Trent 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?”
Katy 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.
Mason 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 Katy. 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 Katy different? Was she here to stay? Or were we going to have to fire her once the shit hit the fan?
“Katy,” Mason grunted.
His cock was already out and jeans shoved down his thighs. Katy’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, Katy 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. Katy had taught me differently.
Turned on beyond reason, Katy panted and pushed back into Mason. 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.”
At the end of the bed, Trent stood up and shoved off his jeans. It was time. With nothing between him and the denim, his dick sprang out thick and long, drooling to get into Katy's wetness.
“No other girl can take us like you, Katy,” I growled. “Do you know why that is?”
“Because you were made for us,” Trent answered before she could.
We didn’t want anyone else.
Trent pushed her legs open. “Damn. You're so wet, baby. That sweet pussy of yours is dripping enough to take all our dicks at once.” He rubbed her clit with a calloused thumb and Katy jerked hard, mouth open and whimpering.
“Give it all to me,” she cried. “Fuck me. I want all of you in there at the same time. Use my body to make yourselves feel good.”
She opened herself up wide and Trent fell on her juicing hole. A starving man would have been less sloppy. He slurped and licked her snatch as Mason stroked her back hole with his fingers. Then, our animalistic drummer slid a finger in again.
Katy’s eyes squeezed shut, drying out in pleasure. “More! More, Mason! Yes, I want you in my ass!”
Mason would fulfill her request. Back door was his nirvana, especially with such a beauty.
“Ah, Christ, Katy...”
Yet he still took his time.
“More, Mason. Please,” she whimpered and shoved her bottom back at him, breathily. “Touch me back there. I want it.”
Oh shit.
I grabbed my dripping meat and swiped the wet head over her open and panting lips, teasing her with it. She moaned and chased my manhood, tongue poking out to get a taste of the fat mushroom head. I moved it every time her mouth got closer. It was a bit of a game to see how much she would beg.
“Nick! I want your cock! Give it to me! Stop teasing. Please!”
Who could resist a hot begging slut? Not me. Not when it was my baby girl.
Sweet Katy.
Growling with lust, I grabbed my dick and slowly pushed it into her mouth.
“Hmmmmm!” Katy mumbled, cheeks bulging. The bodacious girl was sucking and licking, obviously starving for it. Pre-cum and spit dripped from the sides of her mouth.
She panted around my meat and guided it deeper, eyes closing in ecstasy. The head bumped into the back of her throat again and again. My eyes rolled up in the back of my head.
“Fuck, Katy!”
My hand gripped her hair and I shoved deeper into her mouth.
It was pure pleasure.
Fuck. It just feels so damn good.
I wanted her throat. All of it. Still, I stopped myself. Even with everything we’d done, she wasn’t ready for a throat fucking yet.
Nevertheless, the eighteen-year-old didn’t seem to know that. It was almost like our princess was trying to prove me wrong. Moaning like a woman in paradise, she grabbed my cock and fed it deeper into her mouth.
So good. God in heaven.
Then she let go and latched onto my hips, her fingernails digging into my skin. If I didn’t know better, I would’ve thought none of this was new to her. Moaning loud and desperate, she grabbed me hard and throated my cock.
It felt good as hell, but she wasn’t ready.
“Katy?”
She gagged a little on my cock but kept going. Her throat closed up. The head of my fuck rod was in a state of pure bliss.
“Fuck!”
My dick swelled up twice as big, twice as hard.
“I'm gonna stroke in your throat. You just told me I could, right?” I panted, nearly out of my mind from her sweet mouth.
Katy’s neck was too full to properly respond.
My fingers tangled in her thick and curly hair, digging into her scalp.
“She loves it,” Trent noted, pulling away from her slit for a moment. “More than any other girl. She just juiced down here. Trust me, she wants it.”
He was right.
I let her have it, shoving into her throat, deep and hard, again and again, giving her a few seconds when she gagged.
“You with me, baby?”
My brain was in outer space.
She nodded, frantic. The girl wanted my cock.
Fuck. We can’t let her go. Not when the brunette’s this good.
My rod rammed into her hot mouth and her throat squeezed like a vise.
“You're gonna make me come, sweetheart,” I panted heavily. “Slower, slower.”
She groaned again, loving the power.
Her eyes watered. The lust in them was dark and overwhelming.
Katy adored me. She adored us. It was obvious in every breath she took to swallow me deeper, in every needy moan she let out.
“Take it, baby. Swallow it. Eat it.”
Trent eased up lapping at her pussy and got to his knees. “I'm gonna fuck her now. It’s been long enough.”
I nodded, unable to speak.
He shoved her thighs open wider and slowly helped the brunette slide over so that she was on top of Mason, lying face-up. Mason gripped her curvy form hard, moaning throatily as her bottom brushed his dick. I adjusted my movements along with them both, keeping my rock hard boner in her mouth.
No girl can do this. Only Katy.
My tight balls smacked her chin with each thrust of my hips, not stopping once. Our Katy moaned and wailed. The sexy sounds she made around my pole wound me tighter and tighter. Grunting and fucking furiously into her sweet face, I chased the climax gathering like a storm.
No other girl can drive me this wild. She was made for us.
Crouched between Katy’s wide, thick thighs, Trent nudged her soft folds with his dick before sliding in slowly, that pink meat disappearing in her tight wetness.
“Aw shit.” He let out a soft groan. At the same time, Mason grunted, lifting her hips so that even as Trent’s giant stick slid into the girl from above, Mason could point his shaft at her from below. And it happened then. That brown hole resisted at first, made smaller by the fact that there was massive cock in her pussy up above. But Katy is a winner, and she was made for this kind of play. Her brown hole winked, Mason’s face a mask of concentration, and then with an audible pop, it was done. Her sphincter popped and Katy was plugged full with three dicks, one in her bottom, one in her pussy, and the last one in her mouth.
“Ummph!” she moaned deliriously, every hole full. “Ohhh, mmmph!” The vibrations rumbled down the long shaft and settled into my balls. “Uh, uhh, uhhhh…” She grunted with each thrust of Trent's dick inside her twat and Mason's hard rod in her ass.
Oh shit, this was dirty.
The bed shook and banged into the wall as we dicked her down. The scent of sex billowed like a heavy curtain in the air. The pussy was the best smell, and I loved all of it. Her ass and the musky, male smell of three sets of massive men in bed.
“Take this cock, baby!” Trent grunted, slipping his fat wand in and out of her smooth and hairless snatch.
“Eat this dick, pretty baby.” The words puffed out of me like a steam from a freight train. Her mouth around my cock made me feel unstoppable. “Make it gush!”
Katy met my bright blue gaze and moaned. She loved being with us. Tears of pleasure leaked from the corners of her eyes and dripped down into her thick hair.
Here we are. Three dongs, one hungry and happy girl.
Finally, we had found the perfect woman.
Underneath Katy, Mason pushed into her butt like it was his goddamned job. “Yeah, baby. Your ass is so tight, so good!” He panted and dripped sweat into the sheets.
“You're ours, Katy!” Trent growled. He gripped her hips and banged her like a machine. “I'm deep in you! So deep. Nobody can take our cocks like you.” The bed thumped into the wall. “Aw shit.”
Thump! Thump! Thump!
The sounds of our fucking swelled in the room. Moans, grunts, and the sound Katy choking on my meat stick.
For the first time in my life, I was actually worried about a girl’s air passages.
My big hands cupped that beautiful face of hers. She stared deep into my eyes. I fucked her pretty mouth, just like I had dreamed of since the first second that I met her. She smiled around my dick.
Then her eyes rolled up in her head. She screamed and came with a shuddering cry.
“Ahhh!”
“Hell yeah!” Mason slammed up into her harder. “She's cumming! I feel that shit all around my dick.”
“Damn, Kitty-Kat.” Sweat dripped down Trent's face and chest, down his abs that had to be burning from sex. “Our sweet filly. Oh shit, you’re the most beautiful girl in the world.” And with that, the man roared and pumped her full of hot cream, spraying our girl with the good stuff.
Mason growled and let go the same time. We always liked to cum together. It was sort of a tradition, and I didn’t want to be left behind. Finally, my seed blazed down my spine and out of my manhood.
“Katy!”
In response, I yanked my spurting dick out of Katy’s mouth and gushed my hot cream all over her gasping, ecstatic face. She flicked out her little pink tongue and tried to catch the thick drops near her mouth.
Fuck. She’s killing me.
Four sets of lungs labored. Four satisfied and sweaty bodies collapsed into the sheets.
“Goddamn.” My body jolted from the aftershocks of one of the best orgasms ever. “Just god-fucking-damn!” Post-climax twitches ticked through my muscles. I was completely done for.
Katy lay exhausted and limp in the black sheets. Smiling, she rolled her head on the pillow to look at me.
“You guys are amazing,” she whispered. “This has been like a dream come true,” she murmured, eyes dazed.
I stared down at the brunette even as a tidal wave welled in my heart. Because she’s perfect. Katy wants us in every way, physical and emotional, all the while imbuing her action with sweet, sensitive emotion.
How often do you find someone like this who gives and gives and gives, never thinking to take in return? How often do you come upon an innocent who wants you for who you are, and now the wealth, fame, and hullaballoo surrounding celebrity?
Oh shit.
How the hell are we supposed to give this up?
It would be a lot harder than anticipated for sure.