CHAPTER SEVEN
Nick
Katy’s the best thing that’s ever happened to the band. Because we’ve been pretty depressed the last couple months. Again, it was the endless screaming. The endless touring. Playing the same songs over and over again, just in a different city.
But with Katy, it’s different. She’s like a breath of fresh air, a rejuvenating wind. With our sweet girl, suddenly we’re three alphas refreshed and ready, the wind at our backs.
Shit.
It’s incredible.
Who knew one teen girl could do this for us?
But it’s real, alright.
I haven’t felt this good since Alpha Prime had its first hit.
And now that we were on the plane again, I couldn’t focus without my best girl at hand. Where was our beautiful brunette?
Trent had given me some lyrics to check out but the worlds melted into one another before my eyes like ants marching across the page.
“Can’t think?” Mase grunted, grinning at me.
That guy was always smiling. I liked that about him. But anyone who mistook his smiles for weakness was wrong to do so. Because Mason was quick to grin and make things fun at a party, but he was also the first to raise fists if shit was going down. Oh yeah, this guy is a beast beneath that friendly exterior.
“Yeah, where is she?” I asked, annoyed as hell. “I’m trying to go over these lyrics but every time a rhythm hits my brain, it all stops. Because of her.”
There was no need for us to even mention her name. We were thinking about the same girl, and it wasn’t one of the groupies in the front row.
“I know what you mean. I fucked up a few notes at the last show because I was thinking about her. She’s sexiest thing I've ever seen,” Mason admitted. “Wanna hand me those lyrics? I’ll see if I can think of a beat for you to work with. Maybe that’ll help.”
We still had to work, but Katy was making it difficult, if not impossible.
“Sure thing,” I replied, handing him the piece of paper with Trent’s musical poetry. “Good luck, though. It’s gonna be hard because every time I close my eyes, I see those massive tits. Fuck.”
Silence for a moment, as we thought.
“She’s definitely the hottest chick that ever sucked me off,” Trent said slowly. “Way hotter than our other assistants—better at the job too. She actually shows up with towels and water when she’s supposed to. Not that I care. She could do jack shit and I’d still want her around.”
By now, work was out of the question. We were too strung-out waiting for our best girl. Where was she?
After all, it was almost time for takeoff, so she should be here. But our little hottie had said she had some last minute work to wrap up for Helena? WTF? What could it be?
Because our Chicago show had been aces, as usual. It was a packed house—even more money in the bank for us. We never cared for Chicago before, but it was special now. It was the city where Katy let us touch that beautiful body. That girl was unlike any other. I was lucky to even have a chance with her. We all were.
Suddenly, Mason interrupted again.
“You think she's ready for us?” he growled harshly.
The man liked to talk, even when he already had the answers. Yeah, Caveman Mase was a verbose motherfucker.
“Hell yeah,” I replied. “The girl’s young and flexible. She might be a virgin, but her pussy’s gotta be elastic.”
Already my dick was waking up just at the thought of getting inside her hot snatch.
“Plus, you guys saw how she was in the shower,” Trent rasped. His cock was getting hard too. It rose up under his zipper like a cobra to a flute. “Sure, she was scared at first,” he continued. “But then she warmed up. That little pussy was ready for us then, and we’ll get it ready for us now. You’ll see.”
The three of us nodded in agreement.
“We can get her ready,” Caveman Mase said slowly. “She wants to fuck us. No doubt. I just hope she’s ready for how big we all are.”
Now the guy was having doubts? Please motherfucker.
“Naw, she’s ready,” grunted Trent. “I rubbed my cock all over her ass but she just kept moving her cunt onto it like she wanted me to fuck her right there.” He grabbed his own dick and gave it a nice, long squeeze before letting go. “That little filly was wet as fuck for us, dude. If we didn't stop when we did, she wouldn't be a virgin right now.”
“True,” I agreed.
Silence again.
“I don’t think we’ve had a girl as good as her before,” Mason said. “Actually, I know we haven’t had one as good as her in the past.”
He was right. Katy was a mass of contradictions, and it had us hooked. She wore a polo shirt and khakis, but with no bra underneath. She was innocent, and yet her pussy was slick and wet for us all the time.
How had this little virgin drawn us in?
We’re three hardened males who’ve been with hundreds of women. So what was it about Katy?
And we couldn’t stop talking about the sweet thing. Oh yeah, our personal assistant was our new favorite topic.
“Remember how shocked she was when she saw our cocks?” Trent chuckled hoarsely. “I mean, we’ve had total whores think the same thing, so I guess I can’t blame her. We’re all big.”
“Most porn stars don’t have dicks as big as ours,” I laughed. Because all three of us were hung like horses, wide, veiny, and long. “But I get the feeling that she’s gonna be able to take us. She’s new to this, but the girl wants it bad enough that her pussy will open up the way we need it to. I know it will,” was my confident comment.
“Three times though? She’s a virgin,” Mason reminded us. “You know we all want a taste of that pussy, but we don’t want to hurt her. Otherwise she’ll never want to get down again.”
“I have faith,” I smirked. “Trust me, she’s elastic.”
“So when?” pushed Mason. “Today? Are we gonna break her in today?”
“Yeah,” Trent rumbled, his voice deep resonant. “Absolutely today.”
“Mile high, right?” I looked at my two bros.
They both grinned in agreement. It was a done deal.
Because there was no time like the present. Our flight from Chicago to Los Angeles was about five hours, giving us plenty of time to induct Kitty-Kat into the Mile High Club. We would make sure that she enjoyed every single cum-soaked minute of it.
My balls were filled with cream, and I ached to unload it all on her face, in her pussy, or even in her butt. Mason was an ass man and he would try to get there first, but no worries. She could take two loads up there, I was sure.
A groan escaped my throat then.
Just then Katy came rushing on board.
“Sorry I'm late,” she stammered apologetically. “The hotel in L.A. had a few last minute questions I had to deal with on the way here. Everything is sorted out, though. They’ll have our rooms ready before we get there.”
I knew that she was saying something important, but it was tough to focus on what she was saying. The hard wood between my legs needed attention.
Because the girl was absolutely delectable.
Instead of her regular polo shirt and khaki pants, Katy had on a green and black dress that hugged those amazing curves. The neckline was high, but it still showed off her big tits. I could even make out the press of her nipples through the cloth. Instantly, my mouth started to water.
I knew which part of her I wanted to start with first.
“Nice dress, Katy,” came my voice, rough and needy. My intentions were obvious. I wanted to throw her down and fuck her brains out.
The others were staring at her too. Pricks stood at full attention and ready to perform for our Katy.
I cleared my throat and adjusted the girth of my dick that now snaked halfway down my thigh. “No problem, baby. Just settle in. Relax, hon, we’re about to go wheels up.”
Because the pilot had come on board, waving a hand in greeting. And then the plane door closed, the seatbelt sign coming on.
And smiling sweetly, Katy took a seat next to the window with her clipboard and her phone. Our sweet angel was tapping away at the screen, likely updating Helena before we were in the air.
Damn it, Helena. Leave her to us. She can talk to you about bottled water consumption later.
In all honesty, I had no idea how much work Helena had given Katy. Before, we’d never cared with other personal assistants. But if it stressed out the beautiful brunette, then it was a problem.
Our problem.
Because we wanted her happy and relaxed.
Smiling and carefree.
Katy’s experience with Alpha Prime mattered, for some reason or other.
Shit. Were we getting soft?
Yet it was true.
Shit.
“Katy baby, get us some drinks will you?” I drawled casually. “We’re thirsty.”
“Of course,” Katy jumped up, ready to serve. The dress hugged her ass when she leaned over to put down her clipboard and phone. Our sexy assistant bustled down the aisle, always eager to please.
It only turned me on more.
Because she was always ready to do exactly what we wanted. It was the biggest turn-on. Unlike a lot of the girls who've been in our bed, Katy was genuine. Pleasing us gave her pleasure. And the girl actually seemed to enjoy our company. Imagine that.
Not once did she ask for anything extra because we wanted to fuck her. We were completely helpless to our dicks when the chick was around, but she didn’t hold it against us. The brunette was unlike anyone that we’d ever had before.
The little tray on wheels rattled out of the kitchen, and there stood our best girl in her green and black dress, tits jiggling free, ass wiggling from side to side. Three bottles of bubbly in ice buckets sat on top of the cart along with a trio of champagne glasses.
Perfect.
Our dream girl.
“You want to use glasses or just drink straight from the bottle?” she asked, already aware that we liked to go big with everything, especially when it came to alcohol. Then she tapped her chin in thought. “It’s bubbly so it might go in your nose if you try out of the bottle. I’ll pour it,” were her determined words.
But the girl couldn’t pop the top, no matter how she tried. It was obvious that the eighteen-year-old had never opened a bottle of champagne before.
“Let me get that for you,” I said, taking the green glass from her. “Don’t want it exploding in your face.”
Katy stared in awe, eager to learn. Demonstrating, I opened the top with a loud pop! and held it firmly in my large hand. My blood pumped as I thought about what we were about to do with her next.
“You make it look so easy!”
“It takes some practice. Come on, we want you to drink with us.”
“But I’m not twenty-one,” she giggled. “Can’t you get in trouble?”
“We’re not worried about that,” Trent replied. “Who you gonna call?” he asked, miming Ghostbusters.
“Nobody,” she admitted shyly.
“Exactly, so drink with us,” was my demand. “You’ll like it. It’s good stuff.”
Katy blushed. “Well, let me get another glass.”
She turned on her heel to head back to the kitchen, but Mason gently grabbed her arm.
“No, honey. You won't drink it like that. We have something special planned.”
“Special? What do you mean?”
Because the girl knew us now, excitement lighting those big brown eyes. Aw yeah. Those nipples hardened, big tits heaving up and down.
“Kitty-Kat, it’s time,” I growled.
“Time for what?” she lisped sweetly, even though I think she knew.
“Time for training,” I answered on a growl. “You know what that means.”
Trent nodded.
“You know, stretching your holes,” he added smoothly, like this was totally normal. “Remember what we told you last night?”
He stretched out his long legs so she could see that hard length like a ruler down his thigh. A wet spot appeared on the faded denim where it pressed against his leaking shaft.
“I remember. What c—I mean—what do you want me to do?” she asked, ready to please but unsure what came next. “I’ll do anything.”
Fuck.
As always, our plump princess was so damn eager. Like I said, she’s perfect for us.
“We'd rather show you than tell you,” Mason and Trent growled in unison.
Mase stood up and stripped off his white T-shirt, throwing it on the ground. His jeans were quick to follow, cock bobbing out, jumping free from its prison to slap against his hard belly. There was already pre-cum drizzling down the thick and veiny shaft.
Needless to say, Katy couldn't take her eyes off it.
Then I stripped. Trent did too. She stared long and hard at each of us, leaking dicks out in the open, hard pecs and washboard abs rippling in the sunlight coming through the plane's windows.
“Pour three glasses, Kitty-Kat,” I growled.
With trembling hands, she did as she was told. Then, the chubby beauty put the glasses on the low table between two of the bench seats.
“Perfect.”
I started first, swaggering over to one of the fizzing glasses of champagne and, while she watched, I dipped my cock into the cold liquid. The bubbles fizzed and tickled along the fat mushroom head, teasing my slit. At first, it burned. Then, it felt amazing.
Not as amazing as her pussy is gonna feel.
“Now, I'm gonna let you drink,” I said, pointing a crooked a finger at her. “Come here.”
“Oh...”
Her eyes were big and wide, but she licked her lips, walked to me, and dropped to her knees like a slave.
“No, baby. I want you on that couch,” Mason ordered, pointing to a cushioned sofa.
Obediently, the brunette got to her feet and hurried to the seat, sinking into it.
“Now open wide for Nick.”
Our sexy girl opened her mouth, eyelids falling low as her gaze clouded with lust. I’d never forget that look. She knew what was coming, and wanted it. Her luscious ass slid back into the leather chair, legs opening a little bit.
Perfect.
She moaned when my dick, dripping with champagne and pre-cum, swiped across her lips. That soft mouth opened more and her eyes closed in desire as I pressed my dick against her damp tongue.
Fuck!
The champagne was bubbly and cold, a contrast to Katy's sweet mouth. She sucked me into that warm, wet cavern, and her tongue, ever curious, licked up my slit.
Plus, the slut was insatiable, horny as fuck. Our incredible assistant chased the sparkling drops with her tongue, mewling with desire at the flavor of my massive cock.
Panting, the little whore pulled back.
“Mmm, Daddy. That champagne is almost as good as your dick.”
What the fuck? Where did this Daddy shit come from? But it sounded good from her lips, I had to admit.
Such an innocent girl. Welcome to the dark side, baby.
“My turn.”
Growling, Trent shouldered in next to me with his cock dripping with champagne. It ran wet like a fucking fountain.
Not missing a beat, Katy let my dick fall out of her and swallowed his fuck-stick like a born champ.
“God damn,” Trent groaned, grabbing our girl’s hair and bucking into her mouth, his eyes rolling into the back of his head.
Yet the brunette managed to keep her hand on my cock, milking and stroking it while moaning around Trent’s manhood.
And when Nick came over with his champagne-covered meat, the ravenous woman dove into it with a gasp of pleasure, swallowing him whole.
Shit, she can’t get enough of us.
The noises that Katy made were nothing short of pornographic. Hot and wet, gulping loud and dirty as hell, swallowing all that stiff cock over and over again. She was our whorish little angel.
Fuck. This one can’t get enough of us.
Her legs fell open on the couch, the pretty green and black dress she’d worn riding up her luscious upper legs. The white couch hugged that gorgeous, full frame.
And our little girl was dirty for sure. Katy humped the seat as she sucked our cocks, the silky fabric sliding up all the way to her waist. Drool, champagne, and pre-cum dripped down her chin and down her chest to stain her dress.
But we didn’t give a shit about that.
Because the brunette wasn’t wearing any panties.
Holy fuck.
Heat shot up my spine. I grabbed the base of my cock hard to stop myself from popping off like a school kid. She was so sexy, so irresistible.
We’ll never find one like this again, I thought. A virgin made just for us, feeding our pleasure. Oh shit.
I dropped to my knees and inhaled the delicious smell of her cunt. She was ripe and ready for sure. And the sight was enough to make any guy come. Katy, with a cock in each hand, sucking one after the other, her eyes closed with bliss.
Oh yeah. She deserved to feel good.
And without any hesitation, I shoved her dress all the way up and latched my mouth onto her pussy, seizing her clit between my teeth.
“Nick!” the innocent girl screamed, looking down at me for a moment, hands working on the other two dicks like a machine. “Oh god, Nick!”
But our little girl wasn’t gonna get any quarter. Scowling up, I sucked her clit even harder. It grew rigid between my lips, those doe eyes rolling back into her head.
But my bros are needy. Mason grabbed her hair and pulled her mouth back onto his champagne-covered dick like the selfish bastard that he was. The visual was enough to make me almost blow my load.
Creamy fluid drizzled down her chin like icing on the most delicious cake in the world.
Our cake. Our girl.
And I couldn’t get enough. I bent back down and ate her pussy more, lapping at the steady stream of honey oozing from those soft folds. Never had ambrosia so delicious entered my mouth. She groaned loudly, stuffing both Trent and Mason’s cocks into her mouth then, cheeks stretched wide.
Holy shit. A double suck?
My balls throbbed with their load, ready to empty into her.
She’s so slutty. So beautiful. Unbelievably amazing.
With a moan of appreciation, I slid my tongue deep into her snatch then came back to suck her clit into my mouth vacuum-style. And suddenly, Katy came with a scream, gushing juices flooding my mouth. Her hips jerked against the couch, pumping like mad.
But did our girl let up? Naw. Like a champ, the brunette kept sucking those two dicks in tandem, sloppy and hot. I could see my boys were about to cum if she didn't stop—but that wasn't what we were after right now.
Because Katy was getting it good this time. I stood, towering over the tiny female. The guys knew what I was ready for, and they backed up as well, their cocks exiting her mouth in a series of pops.
“No!” Katy mewled, reaching out desperately for each fuck-stick. “I want more!”
The guys stayed out of reach.
“You'll get more, baby,” I growled into her pussy, tonguing her so she was nice and loose and ready. “You'll get more than you ever had in your life.”
The bodacious woman was too far gone in her pleasure to really listen. So I jerked my head at Mason and he quickly undressed her, exposing massive breasts and a full ass.
Because Katy was completely naked underneath that dress, clearly ready for what we had in store for her.
Our Katy. Our sweet little cock-slut.
We moved her around to kneel on the couch on all fours. I maneuvered myself behind Katy, grabbing my dick firmly in one hand, and testing the wetness of her pussy with the other. She was soaking.
Trent lay under her on the couch, sucking her tits and rubbing her sweet clit. She moaned and whipped her head back and forth, brown curls flying all over the place. Sweat poured down her back.
“Mason! Trent! Nick!”
With her ass in the air and Trent sucking her tits, our Kitty-Kat was already swallowed in rapture and close to coming. Aw fuck yeah.
“Oh God!” she cried out. “Oh oh oh!”
“We have more for you, Kitty-Kat,” I growled. “Much more.”
“We're going to fuck you, baby,” Mason rasped. “Just like you asked for yesterday—and you're going to love it.”
And at that moment, I grabbed her thick hips and shoved my dick hard into her womanhood.
She shrieked from the pain but Mason's mouth captured the sound just as Trent pinched her clit. I held myself still, giving her a chance to stretch and adjust. But she wasn’t having it.
“Nick!” our sex goddess panted my name and twisted her hips, trying to take me deeper. “Oh! Oh oh oh!”
“Give it to her, Nick!” Mason growled. “Don’t make her wait.”
Her pussy clenched around my shaft, and since she begged so nice, what was the point of holding back? It was time to give the girl everything. Like a fucking machine, I pounded into that tight, sweet twat.
Once, twice, three times—and again and again and again.
Shit!
Already, my balls tingled on the verge of an explosion.
Kitty-Kat moaned, her body jerking back and forth on the seat with the hammering of my rod inside her. Trent sucked her titties ravenously, his cock hard and thick, a fuck pole waiting for its turn. Nick kissed her through the hard ram, soothing the sweet girl.
“Shhh,” he rumbled against her lips. “It gets better, we promise.”
And pussy was so tight and wet that it didn’t take me long. Another couple of thrusts into that wet pink slit and I lost it.
“Fuck!” I roared, shooting deep, load after load of cream blasting into her slick channel. “Take me, baby. All of it!”
“I’m coming,” she cried. “I’m come— oh!”
Our girl wailed long and loud, squeezing me tight with her pussy walls.
But instead of riding her orgasm, I pulled back, letting Trent get his turn. My dick dripped still, sperm pooling on the plane’s carpet.
But did we care? Naw, that’s why flying private is so nice.
Because my bud was on it next.
“Gimme that pussy, Katy baby,” Trent growled from beneath her.
Groaning, I grabbed those thick hips and positioned her leaking pussy over our front man’s meat. Oh yeah, my sperm was still rolling from her folds when Trent did his thing.
“Oh!”
Because the girl was amazing. Katy opened her pussy around him, swallowing all ten veiny inches, and then settled on top like a born jockey.
“Oh! Oh!” came those squeals.
Already filled with my cum, her cunt squelched around Trent’s hard shaft. I loved that sound, it’s so fucking rancid.
Because Katy was unlike any girl we had ever had before, her tits flying as she bounced on top of Trent's cock. He grabbed her hips and pushed up inside, that handsome face straining. And Katie loved it.
“Fuck me! Fuck me!” she panted, legs spread wide. “Don’t stop!”
Katy looked so decadent and debauched, our gorgeous girl in every way. Pretty curls flew around her face, sticking to the sides with sweat.
“Drink this baby, drink this down with the taste of our dicks,” Mason encouraged.
And as she moaned, he poured champagne into her open mouth, kissed her, and worshiped those pretty pink lips. She lapped up the champagne while Trent slammed into her from below.
Slap, slap, slap.
And finally, my man roared. Trent came like a hurricane. Scratch that. He came like a level ten hurricane boiling up the Gulf Coast, jerking his hips with a mighty roar.
The initial spurt of semen only sent Katy over the edge.
“Oh” she cried, pussy spasming hard. “Oh yes! I’m coming again!”
“Ride my dick,” Trent gasped from below. “It’s all yours, sweetheart. Unnh!”
But there was still one more dick, and Trent knew the rules. So fuckshaft still blasting baby batter, he shifted her off his pole, the girl’s eyes going wide even as her pussy spasmed and clamped around air.
“Wha--?” was her gasp. “Why?”
But the answer came all too soon.
Because while Katy was poised in midair, Mason pushed his shaft into her. That’s right, the girl was still trying to sit down when suddenly she was speared, a mighty penis entering her hole
“Ahhhh!” she screamed wildly, eyes rolling back in her head. “Unnnh!”
And oh shit, it was good to watch. Because the girl leaned back, that slutty puss dripping two men’s semen. And Mase didn’t care at all. He continued to pummel, our jizz running down his ball sack.
“Fuck,” he roared. “Fuck fuck fuck.”
“Mason!” Katy cried out. “Unnh!”
God! She loves it so much.
“Take my dick,” he growled, tugging her hair. “You love this dick, tell me you love it!”
“I love it!” she panted breathlessly. “I love your dick in me. I love all your dicks! Oh!”
And just like that, my bro came too, pumping like a motherfucker. Katy screamed again, her pussy milking him wildly, boobs bobbling up and down like giant sacks of cream.
Shit, the sweet thing had just taken three massive fuckshafts into that dirty snatch. Three loads of cum were swirling in her fertile channel, the jism of three men.
And yet the brunette was unfazed.
“I want you so much!” she cried, face a mask of ecstasy. “More!”
And just like that, it was done.
Shit. Our girl was no longer a virgin for sure. She’d just serviced three massive alphas, draining our dicks of hot, goopy semen.
Shit.
I grabbed the brunette before she could collapse onto the floor. And with Katy held gently in my strong arms, I walked to the bedroom suite at the back of the plane and set her down tenderly, admiring that innocent beauty.
Of course innocence has its limits. Katy was oozing three men’s come at the moment, shuddering and flushed from pleasure.
I went to the bathroom to grab a cloth for her, but Katy jerked upright for a moment.
“Don't go, Nick,” she begged me. “Stay!”
“I'll just be right back, sweetheart,” was my soothing murmur.
In the bathroom, I grabbed a couple of cloths and wet them with warm water. She would need warmth and comfort after being worn out like that. I threw two of them at Mason and Trent, and then gently knelt between our girl's thighs. Soft whimpers of satisfaction and pleasure left her throat as the soft material dabbed between her legs. It was almost like she wanted more.
Does this chick have a stronger sex drive than we do?
“You guys are amazing,” she whispered, spreading her legs even further and baring the pink. “Really amazing.”
But I wasn’t biting. She needed rest.
And clean now, Trent lay down next to her, then Mason too.
Because Katy was grateful, but Mason, Trent, and I knew the truth. We were the lucky ones. Three fortunate men managed to stumble onto a once in a lifetime opportunity. How often does a personal assistant become someone really special? A girl who meets your every need, not to mention those of your brothers?
Katy was soft, sensual and sweet, all rolled up in one. Business and pleasure, screams and mewls together.
She’s the best thing that ever happened to us.
But were we the best thing for her? After all, we’re Alpha Prime. We use females and discard them without a second thought. It’s our way of life, and has been for decades.
Was Katy gonna be okay once we went our separate ways?
Or was this whole thing fucked from the start?