CHAPTER TWELVE
Mason
Over the past couple days, Katie’s continued to play tour guide, showing us around Knox. We hit the zoo, some old historical cemetery on the outskirts of town and a tannery that boasted a hundred year old history. A tannery’s pretty off-putting, if you ask me. I’m not squeamish, not by a long shot, but why the fuck would you have this kind of business in town? It’s where they treat animal hides on their way to becoming leather. Better to have a federal prison instead. I’d prefer felons over vats of chemicals.
But hey, this is Knox. And we weren’t really trying to see the sights. We were trying to get to know our best girl better, both physically and emotionally, so whatever Katie wanted to see, we were game.
Thankfully, tonight there was no touring. The brunette was coming over for some food, so there wasn’t gonna be any pretend interest in this or that. A professional chef was available through the hotel, but you know what? We wanted it to be special. So yeah, Kane, Tyler and I are making the dinner ourselves. Don’t laugh. Alpha males can cook, it’s a hidden talent.
And as we diced and sautéed in preparation, it was clear the three of us were on the same page.
“Spending time with the brunette has been fucking amazing,” I growled while chopping cucumbers. “I mean it. I’ve never met anyone like this, and I’ve seen a lot.”
The guys grinned, their own kitchen implements a blur.
“Yeah, she’s gorgeous. That body always has my cock going,” rumbled Kane. “It’s a real problem.”
Tyler stirred something in the pot then.
“It’s more than that though,” he said thoughtfully. Holy shitballs! Tyler, Mr. Nasty, saying it’s more than a flash in the pan? But the alpha male nodded, continuing. “You guys know how many women we’ve been with in New York. And none of them compare to the one we have here. She’s amazing, hands down,” he said simply. “We’d be a fool to let her go.”
The mood in the kitchen turned reflective.
“That’s true,” I said slowly. “I mean the women we saw in New York were whores, let’s face it. And not in a good way. A bad way. The kind of woman who’s out for your money and nothing more.”
Because I’ve blown six figures on some of those ladies, they want jewels, dresses, nights out on town that cost an arm and a leg. By contrast, we hadn’t spent a penny on Katie. As backwards as this sounds, she’s been paying for admission tickets, using her city ID to get discounts at various historical sites. Shit, were we fools or what? The little girl was generous and giving, paying for us when we could have bought this place ten times over.
The silence grew heavy, our hands still busy.
“So what now?” growled Kane, paused while slicing carrots. “What do we do now?”
“I have no idea,” grunted Mason, scooping up some diced garlic and throwing it into a pan, a sizzle rising from the hot oil. “No fucking clue.”
But I put my brain cells on it. grabbing a beer, I lifted the bottle to my lips, taking a long, cool swallow. What would make our girl happy? What would shoot her to the moon, never to come down again? She hated her job as a copy editor at that women’s magazine, calling it “repetitive” and “dull.” We could help her form a non-profit instead to start living her dream.
Shit, even this realization made me shake my head. Because where other women wanted cash and jewels, Katie only wanted things for other people. How did we get so lucky?
Clearing my throat, I growled.
“Let’s give her what she wants,” came my low rasp. “She wants a non-profit. Let’s give it to her.”
“Right on,” rasped Kane.
“Absolutely,” said Tyler, and the three of us clinked beer bottles.
“Yeah, it’ll be perfect,” I mused, hands busy on the chopping board once again. “Our lawyers will take care of the paperwork, deal with all the red tape setting something like this up. Plus, there’s the money, I’ll put my banker on that. And taxes, shit, there’ll be taxes in a while. We gotta get that under control.”
But I’m not the only one with experience running an empire. Kane and Tyler jumped in as well.
“And she won’t have to fundraise,” growled Kane. “Let’s give her plenty of working capital to get a staff up and onboard immediately. No need to go begging for cash.”
“Plus, I saw a great piece of real estate on our way to the zoo the other day,” growled Tyler. “Would make a great location. Prime spot, strong financials, and all that.”
I nodded in agreement.
“Let’s make it happen, gentlemen. Let’s make this sweet girl happy because she deserves it.”
And like maniacs, the food practically began to prepare itself. Why were we acting like eager puppies, tumbling over one another to please our woman? Who knows?
But hey, everything in its own time. Preparation done, we parted ways, heading to separate bedrooms to get ready. Katie would be here soon enough, and it was important to look our best.
Fresh from my shower and still sporting damp hair, I did a walk-through of the living area to make sure the place was spic and span. Of course it was. This place is a five-star hotel, the cleaning service comes through every day. And just as my examination ended, the doorbell chimed musically. Kane and Tyler were still in their bedrooms so I let Katie in.
My breath stopped as the door opened.
Because the girl was gorgeous.
Absolutely captivating.
The brunette stood before me in a billowy, off-the-shoulder summer dress that was a perfect mixture of innocent and sexy. It was hard not to imagine removing that outfit and sliding between her creamy thighs right then and there. How ripe would she be? How willing?
But a melodic tune shook me from my sordid thoughts.
“Mmm, it smells wonderful in here,” she murmured teasingly. “What’s for dinner, Mason?”
I closed the door and followed the brunette, unable to stop staring as her rump swayed. She was such a beautiful woman, absolutely mouth-watering.
But right. Katie was looking at me knowingly, a smile playing at her lips. I snapped to attention.
“It’s Tyler’s specialty, coq au vin.”
Those beautiful lips quirked again.
“I’ve never had that before,” she murmured suggestively. “Sounds good.”
“Looks like you’ve been enjoying a lot of firsts with us, sweetheart,” came my low growl. “You’ll love it, I promise.”
The girl blushed then, and it was a gorgeous thing. Pinkness crept down her throat, slowly sweeping over the tops of her breasts, turning those creamy mounds rose.
“Mason,” she scolded playfully, a sparkle in those big brown eyes. “You always do this to me.”
But before I could steal a kiss, my bros made an appearance. Fuckers. Damn.
“Sweetheart, it’s good to see you,” rasped Tyler. He and Kane both came over, embracing that curvy form.
“Why don’t we all move into the dining room so we can have dinner?” ground out Kane. Escorting the female to a seat at the head of the table, we took chairs on either side.
“Honey, a drink?” asked Mason, pouring wine into goblets. “You good to go?”
The girl flushed a little, biting her lip.
“Yes please,” she murmured. “Just a little, thank you.”
Good girl. Our female is no drunk, she’s able to control what she imbibes. Meanwhile, Tyler poured wine into delicate glasses, the red fluid swirling graciously as Kane served the meal. Once the chicken slid before her, Katie leaned over and inhaled the aroma, shutting her eyes and savoring the scent.
“It smells divine,” she breathed before opening her eyes and smiling at us.
“Have as much as you want,” I rumbled. “Seconds, thirds, even fourths. Don’t hold back.”
Because it’s nice to see a woman enjoy her food and not be worried about what was in it or what it would do to her figure. It’s nice to see a woman eat, instead of picking at a piece of lettuce while downing wine like it’s water.
So we all dug in, and for a minute, only the sound of cutlery hitting china could be heard. But after a few moments, Kane broke the silence.
“So tell us more about you, honey,” he invited. “I know these fuckers real well,” he said, jerking his chin at us. “No need to hear them talk. We want to know about you.”
“Yeah, spill it,” I grinned at her, setting aside my knife and fork to give her my undivided attention. “Tell us all the nasty details, juicy parts that you’ve never shared.”
Katie giggled.
“I don’t think there are any ‘juicy parts,’ or at least not what you’re looking for,” she laughed. “But I’ll try. Let’s see, where to start? I’m an only child for one thing.” She paused, trying to figure out where to go next.
“I bet you were a cute kid,” was Kane’s remark. “Real cute.”
That comment made her blush while shaking her head.
“Hardly. More like I was awkward and unfortunate-looking. In school I was picked on and bullied all the time. But,” she said taking a deep breath. “All that’s over now. I hope, at least. I’m an adult, it’s in the past.”
Somehow, I wasn’t so sure. The girl’s pretty face still had some shadows, but I wasn’t going to push.
“If we’d been there, we’d have made sure no one ever made you feel bad, sweetheart,” I growled reassuringly.
“We would have been your knights in shining armor,” added Kane, half in jest, but half-serious too.
“Trust me,” rumbled Tyler. “My bros and I would have whipped all those fucking punks into shape.”
Katie smiled a little, taking a deep breath, boobs rising up and out.
“Thank you guys for saying that. I appreciate it. Because Elaine was actually the one who became my defender, my bodyguard. I know you think she’s crazy, but she’s stepped up more than once. That crazy blonde kept the kids from going to hard on me.”
Our expressions were probably priceless. Really, Bridezilla did all that? No way. It seemed impossible. Elaine was all about her, and no one else.
But the brunette nodded slowly, confirming the incredible.
“Yes, Elaine is a good person once you get to know her. I agree, the wedding wasn’t her best moment,” she said wryly. “Even I wanted to strangle her that day, but trust me. She has her moments, and she’s been a good friend for years.”
If Katie felt that way about her pal, then maybe, and it was a big maybe, we needed to give the girl a chance. Maybe Bobby wasn’t doomed after all to a life of screeching invective and ear-splitting complaints.
But Katie wanted to know about us too.
“What about you guys, what were you like growing up? I’m sure you weren’t just born billionaires, charismatic and commanding. Once upon a time, there were three little boys up to no good.”
A shout of laughter rose from the table.
“You’re right on the money, sweetheart. We were a bunch of fucking troublemakers growing up,” grunts Tyler. “This fucker,” he says, nodding at me, “practically went to juvie but dodged it at the last minute. And this fucker,” he says, nodding at Kane, “was cited for drunk driving, but got off scot free. Wonder how that happened,” he drawls.
The three of us shared a look. Clearly, the female police officer left happy as a clam, her lady parts sated once Kane worked his magic.
But then the mood turned serious.
“But we went to college and got straightened out. College does that to you, you know?”
“Oh really?” asked Katie curiously, small chin resting on her fist. “How did that happen? My college years were boring,” she admitted. “I didn’t do much but study,” she said with a blush.
Of course. Katie never would have looked at us back then, we were wild animals roving on campus, banging girls left and right. This sweetness wouldn’t have touched us with a ten-foot pole.
But the answer was easy.
“It’s simple,” I stated, shrugging my shoulders. “Our parents cut us off. We were living the high life on Mom and Dad’s dime, going buck wild because there were no consequences. Money solves a lot of problems, but after one too many fuck-ups, they cut the lifeline.”
Katie looked between us curiously.
“All three of you? At once?”
“All four of us,” corrected Tyler. “Bobby too. Although he didn’t deserve it, he was more along for the ride. The voice of reason so to speak, if he could get through to our ham brains. We weren’t too good at listening those days.”
Katie nodded, eyes wide.
“So what happened once you guys were cut off?” she asked quietly. “Did you start studying like crazy to get scholarships?”
A shout of laughter rang out again.
“Study? Hardly honey. Can you imagine us in the library?” I asked, gesturing to my buds. “Nothing could make us sit still back then. No sweetheart, we got jobs. We got jobs doing anything that would pay for food and shelter, not to mention books and tuition. I started working construction, and then going to school at night. Tyler was an intern at some Mom and Pop accounting shop. And Kane,” I said, smirking at my friend. “Worked in the cafeteria. That’s why the food today is so good. This asshole started cooking twenty years ago.”
Katie’s eyes were wide, but the neurons were firing now.
“So that’s how you began your careers, isn’t it?” she asked slowly, gaze flitting between our big forms. “That’s how you got started in property development, right Mason? By doing construction, working with your hands. And Tyler’s a CFO now, working at some international accountancy, while Kane owns a chain of restaurants, head of a major food conglomerate. That’s how you did it, isn’t it?” she asks, tilting her head.
We nod.
“Sure thing, sweetheart. We began at the bottom, working with our hands. People want to think that there were silver chariots taking us to the top, but naw, honey. It was grit, hard work, and a lot of sweat the whole way.”
Katie nodded then, eyes wide, that pink pucker slightly open.
“Knowing this,” she says slowly, voice trailing off. “Knowing this, I think ….”
A sudden pause.
“Knowing this, what?” I asked teasingly. “Does it make you want to do construction or food preparation?”
“No!” she smiles at my jest. “It just …” her voice trails off once more.
“Spit it out, sweetheart,” growls Kane. “What is it?”
She smiles once more tremulously.
“It’s just that,” she says in a whisper. “It’s just that knowing this makes me love you more.”
A pause for a moment as her sentence sinks in. Because shit, the words hit the spot. This female is ours. Her heart, body and soul belong to us. And we need her, hard, fast and now, branding that curvy form so that she never forgets.
Like predators, we pounce, stripping off Katie’s clothes right at the dining room table.
“Oh!” she squeals, eyes wide and shocked. But her body tells a different story. Those big boobies bounce, pink nipples hard and aroused. And her slit’s already dripping, a smear of fragrant pussy fluid on those creamy thighs.
“Aw fuck, honey,” I breathe, inhaling deeply of that female musk. “Aw fuck fuck fuck.”
She trembles like a doe.
“I’m always like this around you,” the female confesses in a whisper. “My pussy’s always soft and gushy, it needs you.”
And shit, but who are we to say no? Because Katie’s getting it tonight, the three-way deep drill. There’s no way to stop the assault, no way to say no. She’s ours, and the female submits entirely.
“Yes,” she cries out as we lower her to the carpeted floor. “Yes, yes.”
The girl on her hands and knees, big boobies dangling and swaying beneath her narrow torso.
“Say it,” I grunt. “Say it, loud and clear.”
The brunette’s eyes are squeezed shut, but they open then, wide and giving.
“Yes,” she pants once more. “Yes, I need you. All of you.”
And moving in unison, we do it then. We plug all three of her holes with our cocks. Tyler slithers beneath that female form, seizing her mouth in a kiss while squeezing those giant tits. Then he fucks his cock upwards into her cunt so she’s riding him, spreading those sweet folds.
“Ahhh!” the female cries out. “Oh oh!”
But the squeals are muffled because at the same time, Kane’s pushing his fuckpole between that pink pout. So all that comes out is a helpless, “Mmmph, mmmph!” as the girl’s stuffed twice.
And shit, but there’s my job as well. Lining up behind that big white butt, I tease her asshole for a bit with the tip of my glans. Damn, my dick’s so wet already, the pre-cum running in a river from my hole. But it’s necessary, damn necessary, given what I’m about to do.
“Stay still honey,” I growl. “Stay still while I push in.”
With two holes fucked already, Katie can do nothing but quiver as I pry her anus open with my cock. Oh yeah, it’s real tough this time, Tyler’s already in her vag, taking up some of the space. But I won’t give up, this girl is the answer to our dreams, and she can accommodate us all.
So grinding my hips a bit, I increase the pressure, and that anus opens with an audible pop, her sphincter giving way. Aw, shit yeah. My pole slides into her butt on one smooth stroke, balls quivering as they bounce off Tyler’s mansacks below.
“Shit, baby girl,” I grunt. “You’re such a butt slut. Took it in one stroke this time, like a real whore. You like that, sweetheart? You like fat cocks in all your holes?”
But how can the sweet girl reply? She’s stuffed full every which way and all that escapes is a plaintive whimper as her body trembles lusciously.
“Mmmph, mmmph!” comes the cry, torso shivering as her pussy and ass spasm on their own. “Mmmph!” she squeals, cheeks hollowing as she vacuums Kane’s dick into her mouth.
And we begin riding her in earnest. Tyler and I start up a syncopated rhythm down below. He goes in, I slide out, and then the other way around, so that there’s always dick in one of her holes. It’s dirty, I can feel his pole sliding against mine through Katie’s thin vaginal wall, the friction so fucking nasty.
Meanwhile, Kane’s fucking her mouth like a champ. I glance up for a moment and see his python edging its way down that sweet throat, the tip moving visibly downwards, choking the girl a bit.
“Ease up,” I gasp while humping her butt furiously. “She’s got too much goin’ on, it’s goin’ too fast.”
But Kane refuses, putting one big hand on the girl’s jaw.
“Open,” he croons like a man talking to a baby. “Open wide, concentrate on the fucking that’s going on below and your throat will relax on its own.”
His words do the trick because Katie’s pussy squirts hard then, wetness gushing over my balls. But at the same time, her mouth opens wider and Kane’s fuckpole creeps even deeper down that swan-like neck. I can literally see the tip of his dick moving downwards and it’s so disgusting yet amazing at once.
“Fuck yeah,” grunts Tyler beneath me. “Aw fuck fuck fuck.”
Because the experience is incredible. How many girls can really do this? How many females who were recently virgins can handle three monster cocks attached to three demanding, possessive men? Just Katie. And even though we’ve only been fucking this sweet body for a matter of minutes, my balls go high and tight, ready to shoot.
What the fuck? This never happens. Usually it’s the opposite. I can pound a girl for hours without spurting, it takes a lot to bring me to the edge.
But with Katie, everything’s different. The old rules? Out the window like they never existed. A previous way of life? All gone, total history. Because yeah, I’m about to blast like a fifteen year-old adolescent living a wet dream. And like a firehose gone crazy, it happens with no warning.
“Aw shit,” I grunt. “Aw shit, aw shit!”
Semen jets out then, flooding the sweet girl’s rectum with bubbly white. Again and again, my dick jerks, unloading a hot deposit that’s all for her. Simultaneously, Tyler’s hips go crazy, the pounding relentless.
“FUCK!” he roars. “Fuck fuck fuck!”
And I literally feel it through the brunette’s thin vaginal wall. His cock twitches and spasms in her puss before jetting hot streams of white up that sweet canal, painting those channels with his special brand of baby batter. The nastiness drives me to new heights, setting off another round of sprays, the girl fully drenched in male cum both ways.
“Mmmph!” Katie screams, pussy and ass milking us spasmodically. “Mmmph, mmph!”
But Kane isn’t gonna miss out on the fun either. Grabbing the brunette’s curls, he holds her head tight while those hips go crazy, pounding her mouth like a piston.
“Fuck,” comes a grunt. “Fuck fuck fuck!”
And with that Kane erupts as well, lash after lash of hot goodness spurting into the girl’s throat, a choking, sputtering sound accompanying the powerful blasts.
But Katie’s a champ. This sweet thing was made for taking three men and after an initial struggle, she swallows like a pro, gulping like a madwoman. At the same time, her pussy and ass give it up, shuddering around us, breasts swaying to and fro as that curvy female form finds its own ecstasy, soaring over the edge doing what it was made to do.
Pleasuring men.
Making us come.
Making us blast like cannons, milking our balls dry.
Because Katie’s perfect. Not many women can take three men simultaneously. A lot of ladies would buck and cry, saying, “No, no, I can’t!”
But not our brunette. From the very beginning, she’s been open-minded and willing, giving her virginity to us, letting us explore every soft curve and crevice of that precious body.
And as our relationship deepened, so has her understanding of men. Because willingly, wantonly, she shows herself to us now, offering up everything, body, mind and soul.
And we take, absolutely. We want this sweet filly, everything she has to give. But what happens next? We’ve got a plane to catch, business to run up north. Is she gonna be happy as our plaything? We’ll come back to Knox every now and then. But is that enough for the sweet girl?