CHAPTER THREE
Trent
“There's nothing like having your own ride in the skies,” I said, dropping into one of the many plush leathers seat on the charter plane. It was one of several private planes from our private fleet.
In high school, we were the scrawny weird kids that liked the type of heavy metal music that everyone hated. After years of being teased and turned down for dates, things had really turned around for the better. We owned an airline.
Life really works out sometimes.
Considering how much money we had in the bank, buying the airline seemed like the right thing to do. At least that’s how Helena, our manager, put it to us. Constant travel was part of the gig, and to tour properly, we had to bring all of our equipment. Booking flights was a hassle, and then everything still seemed to go wrong. They always lost something. Mason had to buy new drumsticks the last three times we traveled on a public flight.
It was tiresome, especially since the group flew first class to avoid such inconveniences. There was no amount of booze and warm nuts to make me okay with them losing my shit—and Mason got even angrier than I did.
After a lot of discussion with Helena, Alpha Prime bought Elite Air. It was one of those airlines that has always been used by rich guys who wanted to throw around their money. Years ago, the three of us would have scoffed at owning a plane, let alone several.
But now, it’s a necessary. Lost luggage is a pain when there are shows to be played. Groupies that ask us for signatures get tiresome. So yeah, we took the ultimate plunge, and now we have our own plane. This is rock star level shit.
There’s nothing wrong with throwing around a little cash if you’ve got it.
Sometimes, it was easy to forget that we had so much money because it’s incredibly far from our humble beginnings. Once upon a time, Mason, Nick, and I were just three punk kids with nothing but dreams and barely a hundred dollars between us.
I chuckled to myself, but the guys read my mind like they always did.
“Yeah, crazy isn't it?” Mason said with a low laugh. “We don’t fly first. We fly private.”
“Plus, it’s not just this baby,” Nick said wryly. “We own six of these toys.”
“Touché,” Mason grunted. He was spread out on what amounted to a damn sofa on the plane, dressed in a white T-shirt and shredded jeans. “What’s next? The world? How do we buy that?”
Nick gave his usual subdued smile. “I don't want to own anything except life, dude.”
Because Nick can be a stick in the mud sometimes, a responsible adult who puts a damper on things. And frankly, we need that sometimes. Me and Mason are still kids, goofing off and having fun. Nick’s the one who actually moves us forwards.
So yeah, my man wasn’t happy with the purchase at first, but it was starting to grow on him. Maybe he wouldn’t admit it, but he loved flying in style just like the rest of us.
In fact, it was fucking amazing, thinking back to all the jocks that shoved us around back in high school. Those were the tumultuous years. The “cool kids” tortured the three of us just because they could.
Now, while they coached peewee football in northern Maine, we were traveling the world. Girls screamed our names while tiny boys screamed theirs.
I could just imagine, “Coach Curt! Coach Curt! I peed my pants!”
It felt good to know that hard work had finally paid off. Hundreds of guitar and singing lessons, the money we invested in Mason’s drum-kit—there was a rhyme and reason to all this.
“You do own your life—and an airline,” I noted. Luxury was awesome. Maybe it wasn’t what we grew up with, but sometimes change is good.
“True.” Nick looked around, his smirk growing. “Fuckin’ amazing, right?”
“Hell yeah,” Mason growled. “I told you assholes it’d be like this someday. And now you believe me.”
Because Mason was the dreamer. Even when we were playing in our shitty middle school garage band, Mason always had his sights set on something bigger.
Turns out he was right.
I sat back in my chair, lounging. It was just after eleven in the morning. As far as we were concerned, it was too early to fly anywhere.
Because yeah, we got smashed after the Detroit show. After meeting our new personal assistant, the three of us needed some relaxation. Sure, pouncing on the little girl right then was an option, but it was too soon. After all, Alpha Prime was hardly a group of gentlemen, but we were a group of professionals. Scaring off young women was not something that any of us aspired to do.
“One more city done,” Mason said. “Chicago next, and about a million more to go.”
He was right. Touring was always long. In reality, there were only forty-seven cities on the itinerary, but they all blended into one another. Each time we visited a new place, time started to drag.
At the beginning of this whole thing, the three of us had been psyched to get on the road and play sold-out stadiums and amphitheaters. At least I was. Plus, it had been two years since we last toured in the United States. But as the weeks went on, something changed. The intense scheduling was starting to wear me down, and although I usually knew what my bros were thinking, I didn’t this time.
Well, at least not about the tour.
But I knew what they were thinking about on a personal level.
Because we all wanted our new assistant, Katy.
Speaking of the temptress, it sounded like she was nearby. The plump angel was the only other person that we were waiting for, and the sound of squeaking sneakers told me that it had to be her. What was up with the sneakers, anyways? And the khakis and polo shirts? I’ve never understood women who downplayed their assets, but there are always firsts.
We turned upon hearing the approaching footsteps.
“Miss Jugs herself,” Mason growled.
And seconds later, Katy came on board. Fortunately, she didn’t hear Mason’s predatory comment. Good, because I wouldn’t have blamed her if she quit.
And fuck, but the girl was beautiful.
She was still wearing that white polo shirt and those stupid khaki pants. They weren't sexy clothes at all, but on a girl like Katy, shit, they were mind-blowing. I didn’t even hear the squeaky shoes anymore because my focus was on her massive breasts.
Oh yeah. Fantasy-level double-Ds bounced just right. God damn, I couldn’t wait to get my mouth on those tits. She was sexy as fuck and even that plain outfit couldn't hide her thick lusciousness.
Her melons pressed up and out under the shirt, nipples tight as little hard candy kernels ready for me to suck. And her ass...fuck. I couldn't wait to get into that.
Mason looked at me, then we both exchanged glances with Nick who was practically salivating and rubbing his cock right in front of her.
Fuck.
We couldn't wait to get into that.
And the best part of this? We were all alone. One of the perks of owning our own airline was that we were riding alone with Katy to Chicago. Everybody else was on a second plane that had already left an hour before ours. They had to set shit up, while we sat back and enjoyed the ride.
This is the life.
And yet, our victim didn’t even realize.
The eighteen-year-old goddess came on board with a little clipboard, barely paying attention to where she was, looking down, all business. And at the last step to get into the plane, she tripped. Instantly, I jumped up to catch her before the brunette tumbled.
Hey, playing hero can be fun. It would only make her want me more.
“Oh!” She looked up at me with those big brown eyes and shit, but my cock jerked to instant attention, practically bouncing off the clipboard.
Her tits shoved into my chest. Their points scraped over my hard pecs in the most perfect way. If she had been any other girl, I would’ve thought she had done it on purpose, but that wasn’t the case. Our delightful little princess was too innocent.
“I'm sorry,” Katy mumbled, red-faced and hot.
She panted a little and started to pull away. I let her go but not before she slipped her eyes down to my crotch and caught sight of my hard-on.
A gasp ensued.
Oh yeah pretty baby.
It’s all for you.
The girl turned wide eyes to me, before jerking her eyes away, cheeks hot. The air in the cabin practically vibrated from nerves.
But I was fine. My buddies were fine. Mason and Nick stared at her like she was their first and last meal wrapped up into one.
“You like what you see?” Mason asked, his voice a low and growling tease.
“Oh my God.” I could hear the way her breath trembled in her throat, chest heaving a bit. “This plane is amazing!”
Oh yeah, pretty baby.
And just like before, it’s all for you.
Our beautiful girl stared at the luxurious interior. She was clearly impressed by the half a dozen seats all upholstered in premium white leather, the full kitchen, and the suite in the back.
Mason had been back there earlier and left the door a little open. From where Katy was, she could see the bed, the expensive rug, and the light that burned bright in the room, illuminating it like a treasure at the end of a long tunnel—or hallway, in this case.
“Wow,” she stammered awkwardly. “This is amazing.”
“You better believe it, Kitty-Kat,” Mason growled. “This is how you live from now on. Private planes. Good food. Fine champagne. It’s a helluva lifestyle.”
Interesting.
Normally, he didn't give nicknames to any of the girls that we wanted to fuck. He doesn’t even use names, period. It’s generally “girl,” “chickie,” “chickadee,” or something else along those lines.
Yeah, pretty misogynistic.
But hey, my buddy’s bad with names.
So this was a turnaround. Not only did he remember our assistant, but Mason had created something special for her.
And Nick wasn’t about to be outdone.
“If you want to lie down, just go back and spread out,” Nick drawled. “Relax. Make yourself comfortable.”
He sounded all sincere and shit, as if any “spreading out” she was going to do wouldn't have us right there beside her—or on top of her, or inside her…
Fuck.
I had to stop thinking about what we were going to do to Kitty-Kat. She was the hottest chick we'd ever seen, hands down. The guys knew it, and so did my dick.
“For now, just chill here.” I gestured to one of the chairs. “Have a drink?”
The leather was white and soft, and it would have looked even better with her naked and spread out on top of it, legs wide and her pussy dripping wet for our hard shafts.
Aw shit.
I adjusted the thick meat in my jeans.
And slowly, Katy took a seat.
“Is there a stewardess?” she asked hesitantly, looking around. “A flight attendant of some sort?”
I chuckled at the same time as Mason and Nick.
“Isn’t that supposed to be you?” Nick asked with a jerk of his chin her way.
“Oh!” She blinked around the plush cabin at us like a bolt of electricity just ran through that lovely body of hers. “Ah, yes. Helena asked me to study seatbelt safety guides and emergency landing brochures.” The girl was breathless and obviously nervous—just the way we liked our women. “I thought it was in case I had to fill in, or if we had a water landing.”
Water landing. Our girl knew all the terminology already.
“No, honey. You're everything to us on this plane. Stewardess. Nut warmer. Whatever.” I grinned, making my smirk extra wicked.
“Oh okay,” she stammered. But then consternation crossed that pretty face and she jumped up, ready to give her speech. “First of all, please remain seated—”
We laughed and the roars filled the plane. Her cheeks flushed nice and red as she stared at all of us, confused. The poor girl didn’t realize that we were just playing around. None of us wanted to hear the stewardess song and dance. We just wanted her.
“Sit down, Kitty-Kat,” Mason rumbled. “They're just fucking with you.”
“Besides,” I said. “We've been on a fuck ton of flights. As much as I appreciate your eagerness to get started—” and damn if she didn't look ready to point to all the exits and offer us all the in-flight service, “—you don’t need to do any kind of speech.”
Unless the chick was going to present that gorgeous fat ass of hers for us to fuck. That was a presentation I’d welcome.
“Oh, okay,” she said again, blushing even more.
Damn. This one would look fantastic with my cum splashed across those rosy cheeks.
I wanted to watch it drip like milk into her pretty, glossy mouth. My dick twitched again, firming up more.
Katy sat down then, a bundle of nerves. Shit, she was so beautiful, round and bouncy with those pink cheeks. Our princess wasn’t sure just how much we were joking with her. I had stopped thinking about jokes, though.
Because the girl was too beautiful. She bent over, the khakis stretching across her ass like an invitation.
That’s an invitation I’d take in a heartbeat.
Because Mason was usually the one who went in for rimming. But Katy brought out the animal within. Her ass would taste incredible, musky and sweet as she backed that junk up onto my tongue. I licked my lips in anticipation.
Normally, licking a female’s back end was not my thing. That was Mason’s job.
But with Katy, I was up for anything.
My obsession was no secret. I found myself sizing the female up again. It had to be obvious. I knew Mason was staring at her plump butt too. If she let him, he would eat her ass like a pro. Alpha Prime’s drummer tended to nasty fuck whenever it was available, getting down like none other.
But with Katy, I was ready to jump in the gutter too.
She was too gorgeous.
Absolutely tempting.
Irresistible.
And yet the innocent girl sat there, clueless, eyes wide and blinking.
That’s the bad thing about the young ones. They really have no idea. The three of us would have to spell it out for her.
So I raised my eyebrow at Mason.
“Yo,” was my grunt.
“What?” he asked, a smug grin on his face, clearly thinking the same thing.
“You think Katy’s on it?”
I wiggled my tongue. He knew what that meant.
“Only one way to find out.”
“True.”
And when I looked up, the brunette staring at both of us, clearly confused by what was going on. Most women loved it when we acted out, but sweet Kitty-Kat just didn’t get it. She was naïve and innocent, a virgin in every respect.
“What are you talking about?” came her soft voice.
“Don't worry about it, Kitty-Kat,” Nick growled softly, eyes devouring the little girl.
Shit, he was going to fuck things up.
But who was I kidding?
Hunger ruled my stare as well. Plus, the bulge at my crotch was enormous now, the tip practically poking out from the waistband.
Who was doing the scaring now?
“Yeah, relax, Kitty-Kat. Ignore them,” Mason drawled casually like it was no big deal.
But the girl couldn’t relax. I could practically read the thoughts going through her mind.
Why are they checking me out?
I didn’t try to bring any attention to myself. Look at these khakis for God’s sake! They’re hideous!
Maybe I'm just imagining it.
The thoughts were as plain as day on her face and I loved it. So many girls who came our way were hiding shit.
Hidden agendas.
Get rich quick schemes.
A hunger for money.
A desire to be famous.
But Katy was different.
This girl was as transparent as new glass. Every thought and feeling was etched onto that soft, expressive face.
I'm gonna enjoying fucking her. The brunette will be delicious every which way. She’s gonna love it too.
It was picture perfect: seeing the pleasure take over that soft, supple form and rip through her entire body like a sound wave.
And after another nervous glance at us, Katy went back to the Helena-mandated clipboard. Nervously, she tucked a lock of her curly brown hair behind her ear. The blush on her cheeks and the way her eyes darted told a different story.
Yeah. Transparent like saran wrap.
In their seats, Mason and Nick grabbed their guitars and started to jam. It was the guys’ way of killing time as we cruised the friendly skies. Even on the plane, the two of them kept their instruments close.
Under the cover of the strumming guitars, Mason spoke.
“I want her ass,” he hissed. “Before anyone else.”
“You can have it. Her mouth is mine.” Nick thrummed his fingers over the strings and watched Katy discreetly. “I jerked off last night thinking about her sucking me off. She'd be real good at that. Look at those lips.”
I laughed. It wasn't like they were telling me something I didn't know. Her pussy was mine first. Just like always. We liked what we liked and the order hasn’t changed much in all the years we’ve been together.
I still wanted that ass, though. Eventually.
“That pussy has to be as tight as a drum,” Mason rasped. “Tight, tight, tight, oh so tight,” came the refrain.
My dick was already leaking at the thought of getting down. Plus, this hushed conversation wasn’t exactly making things easier.
I looked at the guys and tilted my head with a question.
Mason nodded, and then without hesitation, Nick did too.
Pretty soon, the pilot came over the speaker, interrupting our thoughts. But fine. Now that we’d taken off, it was time to get rockin’.
“This is your captain speaking. We have now reached cruising altitude, and I’ve turned off the fasten seatbelt sign. Please feel free to walk about the cabin,” came the droning voice.
And then he was gone.
I turned to our sweet little assistant. “Katy, can you get me some nuts please?”
Immediately, she nodded and jumped to her feet. A wriggling ass greeted me like a friendly puppy under those khakis. It was hard not to pet it when she came back with the tray of nuts.
“Kitty-Kat.” I rolled her name around on my tongue and grinned, hungry and obviously horny. “I want you to give it to me a special way. You’re our nut warmer, after all.”
She paused with the tray still held out in between her cute, chubby fingers.
“What do you mean, sir?” were her rushed words. “Do you want me to pop them in the oven really quick?”
Nick's laughter rumbled. “We want them warm. But the oven won’t be necessary, though. There are better ways, darlin’.”
The sultry queen stared from one of us to the other, tray held in both hands and trembling a little. Poor Kitty-Kat was nervous.
“What do you mean?” came her slow words.
Mason's eyes gleamed.
“We like playing a game called Go Fish during flights. It’s real fun. You’ll be needing the nuts.”
“Go Fish?” she asked, perplexed. “Like the kids’ card game?”
“This Go Fish has nothing to do with cards,” was my soothing rumble. “We’ll teach you the rules.”
My dick was already rock hard from thinking about the game. Girls before her had not been very good at it. Kitty-Kat would be different though. I just knew it. Hopefully, she could see my hard-on.
But evidently, the sweet brunette was still clueless.
“Sure. How do we play?” Katy asked, cheeks nice and pink. She bit her lip, but there was a spark in her eyes now. That look that told me she was intrigued.
Perfect.
Go Fish wasn’t exactly an innocent children’s game. And part of our little princess knew that.
Fuck! How did we get so lucky?
“It’s simple really,” I drawled, stretched my legs wide so my dick could stretch out. “But it does take some work. First, you take off all your clothes—”
“My clothes?” she gasped, wide-eyed.
I smirked. “Yes. Once they’re off, you bend over and press a nut into your pussy. Not too deep, just shallow.”
Total silence for a moment.
“You want me to warm the nuts in m-my vagina?” she gasped. “But that’s—”
“Let us finish,” Nick cut her off. “I think you’ll like this game.”
“After you push it in there, we get them out,” Mason grinned wickedly, white teeth predatory and sharp against his tanned skin.
The brunette was red as a tomato now. But cute red, not ugly red. And it only made my dick want her even more.
“You mean—” she started, only for Mason to interrupt.
“The three of us take turns trying to fish it out with our tongues.”
Total silence again, the girl staring at us with disbelief.
“It's a fun game,” Nick rumbled, smiling wildly. “You'll love it.”
Katy’s face by now was like a fire engine. But her tits heaved with excited breaths. Beautiful nipples stood up like little soldiers under that modest little shirt, ready to take our tongues and anything else we wanted to give them.
“This isn’t some sick joke to get me naked to make fun of me, is it?” she finally asked, crossing her arms.
I shook my head in disbelief.
Who would do such a thing?
“Far from it,” Mason replied. “You have the type of body we worship.”
“Really?” she asked, nervously. “I-I—”
“You’re gorgeous,” was my confirmation. “Now do you want to play or not? No one is saying that you have to if you don’t want to.”
But of course, the girl knew better than to say no.
“I want to!” she stammered, hesitantly, eyes flicking back and forth between us. “I want to.”
“Clothes off, then,” Nick ordered.
Biting her lip, the brunette set the nuts back on the tray table and hugged herself with both arms tight under her breasts.
I ran my tongue along my lower lip, watching the goddess before me. Kitty-Kat was enjoyed every second of it. Red cheeks and all, those hard nipples didn't lie. I was glad that we were able to coax her into it. She was obviously the shy type.
“I don’t know. This is so wrong,” the beautiful woman whispered, voice trembling. Maybe she meant to sound scandalized, but the tone only sounded horny. Princess Kitty-Kat’s pussy was ready for our tongues.
“How can it be wrong if you want it?” I asked rhetorically. “Everyone likes to feel a little pleasure now and again, don’t you think?”
She didn’t look convinced, and that was when I knew something was different about the female. Usually, women were ready to do anything for us. Katy was unlike anyone else that we ever shared, and not just because she was the sexiest.
Is she a virgin?
Holy fucking shit, it had to be true.
Mason looked at me with the same question in his eyes. I communicated using the silent language that we had developed over the years.
“Yup, I think so,” Nick said out loud. “Has to be.”
“Hmmm?” Katy stared at him, her eyes dreamy with lust. Plump fingers trembled at the buttons of her polo shirt. Any other girl would have been nude by now. Every action confirmed our thoughts.
“Nothing for you to worry about, Kitty-Kat,” I said. “We'll take care of everything.”
After all, that’s what you do with virgins, right?
Honestly, none of us had been with a first-timer before.
“Just take off your clothes,” Mason growled. He stood, towering in the small space. Motherfucker looked like he was ready to throw her over his shoulder and haul her back to the bedroom suite at the back of the plane. Such animalistic tendencies had earned him the name “Caveman Mase”.
“O-okay.” She started panting a little, watching him stalk closer to her. “Be warned—I h-have some st-stretch marks—”
“We love stretch marks,” Nick butted in.
Mason rolled his eyes. He was all about the chase, but hated being toyed with. Katy was not ready for Caveman Mase’s antics, though. As much as Mason wanted to skewer her with his dick, he needed to wait.
Kitty-Kat was innocent. Pushing her too hard would do no good.
“Go ahead, sweetheart,” I encouraged. “Take off your clothes now.”
With trembling fingers, she slowly unbuttoned her shirt. Mason was still staring like a maniac, refusing to let our princess relax. Katy shot him a worried glance before tossing the shirt to the plush floor of the airplane cabin.
God fucking damn.
Her tits were huge. They stood up in a lacy black bra, the nipples hard and firm. Her Double Ds were the size of my head and I groaned as my cock jerked hard.
Fuck. How is someone this hot still a virgin?
I was going to finish before we even started.
Blushing, Katy picked the shirt back up before folding it, neatly. Then she placed it on the chair and turned towards us, chest heaving, eyes wide.
Shit, this is hot.
My tingling balls and lengthening dick reminded her that it was about to happen. We were so close and yet so far still.
And slowly, Katy got into it. Wriggling slightly, Katy stepped out of her khakis. And slowly, like a dream sequence, her hot ass showed itself. Big and tasty. Round. Dimpled and gorgeous.
A ripple of heat moved through my hands and fingers before traveling down to my dick.
Mason was the ass man but that fatty of hers would turn any man on. If I gripped her bottom hard like I wanted to, there would be fingerprint-shaped bruises everywhere. Claiming it would be my pleasure. Mason would never let me take it first, though. The asshole would make me wait. Then, I could pump her like a piston.
Shit…
“Keep going, honey,” I rasped. “All the way off. We can't suck the nuts out of your pussy through your clothes.”
Another pause.
“You’re sure this isn’t some kind of joke?” she whispered, big boobies bouncing.
“We’re sure,” Mason answered with a laugh. “If I had it my way, we’d be doing way more to you than sucking your pussy.”
Nick chuckled and nodded.
Our blushing goddess looked like she wanted to ask more questions, but then bit her lip. Good girl. It’s time to play, not talk.
Sliding those tacky khakis down her sweet hips, the timid girl blushed once more. Obviously, our princess had never done such a thing before. Nick stepped close and grabbed the pants out of her hands before she could do the whole folding routine again.
“Th-thanks,” Katy whispered, watching as he tossed them on the floor.
“Now the underwear, Kitty-Kat,” I ordered, my voice low and growly. “Take them off so we can see your sweet pussy.”
“And your tits too, babe,” Nick said. He was dying to give her a pearl necklace. “Never forget about that amazing rack of yours. I've never seen one sexier. Can't wait to push between your gorgeous gazongas for a wild ride.”
He was stroking himself through his jeans, looking about ready to pop.
And with that, Katy unhooked her bra slowly. Nick growled, excited to ogle at what we had been waiting to see. His jaw damn near dropped to the floor once the lingerie dropped to the floor, followed by her panties. Hairless and plump, that sweet pussy was already dripping juices, the flesh slick and wet. Saliva flooded my mouth.
I can’t wait to taste it.
Across from me, Mason was getting stir crazy. My bro’s not the type to hold back. Nuts in pussy or not, Caveman Mase was ready to feast on that gorgeous, juicy cunt. He had that look on his face, ready to go hog-wild.
But that’s the thing. Pussy is always mine first.
Katy licked those sultry lips and picked up the white bowl of nuts, fingers trembling.
“Are...are you ready?” she stammered, eyes wide.
“I’ve been ready for a long time, Kitty-Kat,” Mason grunted, never tearing his gaze from that curvy form.
She nodded slightly, gaze flickering towards Caveman Mase.
Back off, man. Like I said, pussy belongs to me first.
And like he could sense my command, Mase shot me a dirty look before backing up a step. Good dog. We’ll all get our share, don’t you worry. Just give the filly some room first.
Because Alpha Prime has a strict “bros first” policy. We never fight over women.
And with that, the show began. Katy bent over her chair, moaning a bit already. Her ass was in the air, puffy and aroused pussy lips glistening wetly. Those beautiful, thick legs were opened wide in that “fuck me doggy-style” position that I loved.
Because not only was Katy ready, but she was ready for me. Looking over her shoulder, our girl took a deep breath and slowly rolled a nut—a big, fat almond—right into that juicy pussy.
Oh shit, oh shit.
I could see the tip of the almond still poking out between her labia, begging to be licked.
Perfect. Almonds are my favorite.
And unable to resist, I dove in.
Shit, her pussy was sweet. Because instead of acting like Godzilla, I teased the poor girl, licking around her hole first. My tongue didn’t even touch the nut, merely tasting her juices.
“Trent… Oh!” she squealed. “That feels amazing! Keep going, please!” was her cry, pussy flexing and drooling under my mouth.
But then her eyes went wide.
“Is this—is this okay? Am I doing it right?!” she gasped.
I grinned into her cunt.
“You’re perfect, Kitty-Kat,” was my harsh growl. “Nothing could be better sweet thing.”
Because her slick cream covered my lips now, that wetness flowing down my throat. Fuck, how did we get so lucky? A luscious female bent over nude, letting us fish nuts from her pussy? Fuck. This was the rock star life.
“Your pussy must be sweet as hell,” Mason growled. “You gonna fuck her with that tongue yet, Trent?”
With my face still buried in her sweet spot, I grunted.
“Do you love it, Kitty-Kat?” Nick rasped. “Have you ever had a mouth on your cunt like that?”
“I love it! I love it so much!” she panted, head down. “Oh!”
I mouthed her hole again, letting the sweet honey cover my face.
Mmmm.
But there was still the nut. And the other guys. So I sucked on the nut just for a moment, enjoying that salty flavor, before pushing it back in with my tongue. Aw fuck. Her pussy was so beautiful, pink and wet with the brown almond just peeking out.
From the corner of my eye, I saw Nick round the seat so that he faced Katy. Reaching down, he pinched her nipples hard.
The girl shrieked, eyes flying open, cheeks flushed hard.
“Oh,” she moaned, head lolling on her shoulders. “Please don’t stop!”
Of course Nick wasn’t going to stop. Those clever fingers kept moving, my bro’s massive dong growing as he played with her beautiful melons. The shithead was enjoying the hell out of the female. He had no intention of stopping anytime soon, even though Caveman Mase was impatiently waiting his turn.
“Lick me harder!” she begged me, whimpering and twisting her pussy back in my face. “I’m about to cum. Please! God, Trent! Let me cum!”
My dick was rock hard in my jeans. Groaning, I gripped myself and licked her sweet pussy again, sucking hard on her juicy clit. She shrieked my name again breathlessly.
Our sweet virgin whore.
But I knew what I wanted to find. Slowly, I sucked that almond out, crunching it with my teeth. Mmm, nuts coated in pussy juice. My favorite.
But then, it got real. Because with two hands, I held apart her pussy lips baring the pink in between before snaking my tongue up her sweet channel.
Oh yeah.
It happened.
My tongue bumped into a thin barrier in her pussy and confirmed that we were right. Her hymen. A man had never touched her—at least not in the way that we were going to.
And by now, Katy was going wild, bucking and moaning with ecstasy. Those thick thighs quaked as my tongue licked again and again, tasting the proof of her innocence.
“Oh my god,” she moaned, delirious now. “Oh oh oh!”
But we’re nasty motherfuckers, and this was only the beginning.
“Stick your tongue in deep,” I heard Mason say. “She's about to come all over your face.”
Hopefully, he was right. I wanted her sweet pussy to explode with its honey all over my me. Would it be the first time she came for a man? Thinking about the possibility, I attacked her opening, sucking her clit, skimming my tongue over the smooth and firm pink button.
Has a man done this to you before, baby? Or am I your first?
My whole world disappeared until it was just her sweet pulsing flesh and the hot sounds emanating from the other side of the seat. Two granite dicks pointed at the girl like batons. The other was between my legs.
God, why can’t I be inside her now?
Waiting was hell. There was nothing that I wanted more than to enter that beautiful slit, pummeling deep with my massive cock.
But Katy came first.
“Trent! Oh my God! Trent!” She jerked back against my face, shaking and trembling, on the verge of collapsing. “I'm coming! I’m coming so hard!”
The bodacious queen exploded then, pussy squeezing out more honey as she shook and trembled, gripping the seat with white-knuckled hands.
Cream spilled down her thighs in waves, dripping from that precious spot.
I salivated hard.
My dick wanted to feel the cum, but it wasn’t time yet. With juices drizzling like honey, I sank my five-inch tongue as deep into her snatch as her virgin barrier would let me.
Right there. So wet. Fucking delicious.
The girl shook and trembled, orgasming again and again with my tongue deep in her snatch.
Fuck. This was so perfect.
And once it was over, I slowly pulled out, licking my chops with satisfaction.
“Oh yeah. She’s a virgin, alright.”
Fuck...
With a growl, Mason shoved Nick off Katy’s tits, grabbed that curvy figure, and threw the poor girl over his shoulder like he'd wanted to do since we started the game. With my hard cock threatening to burst through my jeans, I followed them and saw that Nick had the same problem. But unlike me, he had no self-control. The asshole actually had his pants unbuttoned, even though we had no intentions of fucking her. The rock-hard dick that they once contained poked straight up from the button fly jeans, bobbing against his stomach with each step that he took.
In the back room, Mase dropped her on the bed and for a second, Katy just lay there, dazed.
“Where's my nut, sugar?” Nick asked with a smirk.
But Mason was done. He took a pistachio and shoved it in her soft palm. “Nice and shallow, baby. We don’t want that nut to get lost up in there now, do we?”
“No, that wouldn’t be good,” she whispered, coming to for a moment.
“Exactly. Shallow, then—just like before.”
And slowly, the girl obeyed. Spreading her thighs, she held her pussy open and then tantalizingly inserted the nut until it was just within her pussy.
Mason wasted no time in diving in headfirst. Moans echoed throughout the cabin. The pilot could probably hear our girl, but who cares? This is why it pays to fly private.
Katy moaned.
“Oh god,” she cried out, profile lifted to the ceiling. “Unnh oh!”
Mason kept his head buried as she moaned and panted, those big boobies quivering.
But this wasn’t just about nuts anymore. In fact, the pistachio had somehow already come out and lay discarded on the bed. Because Mase had back door on his mind.
And lifting his head up, he seized our gazes.
“Push her legs up,” Mason growled. “I want her ass too.”
Of course you do. You always want to eat ass, were my silent thoughts. Should’ve taken my turn first.
But Nick and I were happy to oblige. Grabbing an ankle each, we coaxed our girl backwards, so that her butt lifted up off the bedspread.
And shit, she was beautiful. That dark brown pucker appeared, musky and sensuous.
Mase was on it like a dog. He lapped the opening with his tongue experimentally, before slowly snaking it inside.
“Oh my god!” squealed Katy. “Oh my god, don’t lick me there!”
But Mason’s has always been into dark stars.
“Naw, pretty girl,” he grunted into her asshole. “Every part of you tastes good, you hear? Every single part.”
And with that, Katy began chanting our names like it was her new religion. “Mason, Nick, Trent! Oh oh oh! Please, stop! It feels too good, I can’t take it!”
Mason pulled away for a moment, forcing the brunette to back track.
“Don't stop,” she squealed this time. “Don’t stop.”
The billionaire chuckled and settled back to make a mile high meal of her virgin asshole. Because our beautiful eighteen-year-old was about to cum again, the anal stimulation too good. She couldn’t hold it in any longer, the dirtiness of the situation unbelievable.
Because how many times are you on a private plane, legs held apart by two asshole rock stars? With the third tonguing your back hole?
Yeah, thought so.
But Nick did me one better. Because suddenly, he leaned sideways and sucked her clit into his mouth. With both of my guys' on her—Mason tongue-deep in her ass and Nick on her clit— Kitty-Kat screamed and came.
That’s right, pretty baby. Let it all go.
Nick's had shifted by now so that his crotch was over her face. Motherfucker. And as that massive prick drizzled pre-cum all over Katy's face, she opened her mouth to catch as much semen as possible.
Yeah that’s right.
Our little whore is dirty.
And when the jism hit her tongue, she gulped eagerly, like it was the best candy ever.
Such a cock-slut already, and still a virgin.
Because I couldn’t wait.
Right now, we were focused on her.
Eating that pussy.
Eating that ass.
But once we got our dicks inside?
Fuckin’ game over.