Take Three

by Mia Masters

  I stood there, shaking, unable to speak.

  “Forget dinner,” he whispered. “Let’s go back to the beach house.”

  “Y-yes,” I said obediently.

  We rushed back through the alleyway where we had come from. Making our way down the street, we arrived back at the beach house. He fumbled with the key for a moment and we both ran inside.

  He shut the door behind us, and I was on him immediately. We were kissing and touching, unable to control our passions any longer.

  “Do anything you want to me!” I gasped, giving myself totally over to him. “I’m yours. I will do anything.”

  He kissed me hard and pressed me up against the wall, while sliding his hand against my pussy. I could feel his large and hard shaft becoming more aroused against me.

  He backed me into the kitchen as we bounced our way down the hall. Then he placed me on the kitchen island as he unbuckled his pants, unable to wait any longer.

  I slid off my panties as he quickly slid on a condom. I spread my legs and put them on his shoulders as he immediately entered my soaking wet pussy.

  “Mmm,” I moaned, biting my lower lip. “Oh! Your cock feels so good. Give me it. I need it. I want it!”

  Monk fucked me like a man possessed. His engorged member stretched me, and it was all I could do not to flop back completely on the hard granite surface of the kitchen island.

  “Ah, ah, ah!” he said with each thrust. “God, I want you, Blythe. I’ve wanted you so much!”

  “Oh, fuck me!” I squealed. “Don’t stop. Keep fucking me.”

  I started cumming like I had never cum before. I could feel my juices gushing out of my privates, onto the countertop and down over the edge. Some kind of sexual floodgate had been opened, unlocked in my mind and body. My legs continued to be positioned up high into the air as he plunged into me again and again with wet slaps.

  “Oh! Oooooh,” I cried. “You’re making me cum. You’re making me cum so much!”

  I was quivering inside, and I honestly thought I might pass out from all the orgasms. Monk was ravaging my pussy like no other man had before him.

  Was it all the denial? Had the build led up to this? Was that why I kept cumming and cumming? If so, I would have to try this again.

  I was simply dumbstruck by the level of sexual skill Monk possessed. The walls of my pussy gripped his cock, while at the same time getting stretched in wonderfully new ways.

  “Oh, I’m going to cum!” Monk announced.

  “I want it!” I suddenly demanded. “I want your cum in my mouth!”

  He pulled out, ripped off the condom and I spun on the countertop to put my mouth to his cock. He exploded on my face. The white, sticky load splattered across my nose. The second spurt hit my mouth, the third hit my nose and then the fourth splattered into my hair.

  I was suddenly covered in his warm seed and I took his sensitive cock in my mouth. I sucked on the head.

  “Ooooh!” he shivered. “Oh, God.”

  It gave me great pleasure to hear him make that noise. I wanted nothing more than to please him in that moment, for he had given me so much pleasure.

  I sucked on his dick for a few minutes, until I was absolutely sure every drop of cum had been removed. Then I took my finger and pushed the globs on my nose into my mouth. Monk’s cum tasted m manly, like him.

  Monk staggered a bit and then flopped down into a nearby chair, panting. He watched me eat his cum. Some of it got on the counter and I licked it up with my tongue.

  “That was— that was fucking amazing,” he panted. “Although I have to admit, now I’m hungry for food.”

  “Mmm, I’ve already had my meal,” I said, licking more of his cum off my fingers. “Go get yourself some electrolytes so I can gobble up that cock again.”

  After a few minutes, we stripped off the rest of our clothes and ran up to his bed and did it again. A few minutes after that, we fucked again, this time in reverse cowgirl. By that time, Monk really did need some electrolytes and I was, admittedly, a little hungry for food.

  We ordered a pizza and put on bathrobes. The pizza guy came and we shared a pie.

  “Yum,” I said, as I bit into the pepperoni and cheese. “This is surprisingly good.”

  “Are you talking about the pizza or the sex?” Monk teased.

  “Both,” I told him, smiling.

  “So, you were surprised?” he asked, peering into my eyes. “You didn’t think I had it in me?”

  “Well, I knew you had this vow of chastity during filming,” I told him. “So I wasn’t expecting you to let it all out like that. Also, I had heard…”

  I trailed off, wanting to kick myself for opening my big mouth before realizing what I was going to say, and that I probably shouldn’t say it.

  “What?” he asked.

  “Nothing,” I hurried to say. “Never mind.”

  “Come on,” he urged me. “What?”

  I just looked at him, so I guess he decided to guess.

  “You heard I was into guys?” he asked.

  “Yeah,” I told him. “Which, of course, is fine. I just didn’t expect you to be so good at, um, being with women, even though I knew you were into me…”

  “I’m bi,” he said, shrugging as if it was no big deal. “I’m into guys and girls. But I’m particularly into you, you’re right.”

  “Hmmm,” I said, mulling it over.

  I couldn’t help but think about him with a guy. With Christian? With Zack?

  Maybe with both. And with me.

  What would it be like? I had to admit that the thought of watching him fuck a man turned me on. Maybe one of them could be fucking me at the same time.

  I told myself to calm down – I was really getting ahead of myself. Just because they all seemed interested in being with me and had agreed to share me didn’t mean they’d be into the situation long-term. And it definitely didn’t mean they’d be into getting it on with each other, too!

  Still, a girl could dream, couldn’t she?

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Monk

  What have I done? All this discipline, all my hard work— Have I thrown it all away?

  It took me years to reach this point. I worked on myself and my craft. I denied myself sex, food, drugs— everything.

  Now, in one night, is it all gone?

  Should I call Tom?

  I shouldn’t.

  Not in this state.

  Looking over at Blythe sleeping on the bed, I shook my head. She was so hot, but I had broken my rules to be with her.

  Am I going crazy?

  What’s wrong with me?

  Picking up my phone, I quietly walked out of the bedroom and closed the door. This was an existential crisis. I had to talk to my spiritual advisor. I just hoped to God or the Forces Above that he would answer.

  “Friend Monk? Hey, buddy,” greeted Tom. “What’s wrong?”

  “Thank God you answered,” I said, a little desperately. “Tom, I feel like I’m coming apart.”

  “Whoa, whoa, whoa, now. Calm down. Tell me everything,” he soothed.

  “I met this girl,” I began.

  “Isn’t that always the way?” he asked.

  “She’s more than just some girl. She’s my co-star in this movie we’re shooting,” I explained. “We had some hot scenes together and there was a mutual attraction. But you know me, normally I don’t engage in that kind of thing when I’m working. I take my typical vow of chastity, you know? But this time I broke it. This threatens everything I’ve worked for! What am I going to do, Tom? What am I going to do?”

  “Friend Monk, the first thing you’re going to do is to get yourself centered,” he suggested.

  “You mean meditate. Like right now?” I asked.

  “Yes, I’ll wait. You go ahead,” he said. “Once you’re centered, pick up the phone again.”

  I set down the phone, got into position and did my breathing. After a few minutes, I felt more calm and centered.

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p; “Okay,” I exhaled. “I’m centered again.”

  “Great!” said Tom cheerfully. “So, this girl you mentioned. Are you in love with her? Honestly.”

  “I think so, maybe,” I said. “I’ve only known her a few weeks, but I ached for her. And tonight, we finally had sex after dating and working together.”

  “Well, I could see where there might be some stress in dating a co-worker, especially in the environment of today’s Hollywood,” said Tom. “I assume she feels the same way about you?”

  “Yes, but there’s a complication,” I revealed.

  “What’s that?”

  “She’s also dating my other co-stars, Zack and Christian,” I said. “I think she’s into both of them as well. I’m not sure who will win.”

  “Win?” he said. “Now what’s winning look like?”

  “I don’t know,” I said. “She wants to date us all, but— I guess, I would just date her?”

  “But that’s not what she wants,” he said. “Is that what you want?”

  “I don’t know,” I said. “I want her, I know that. I just had sex with her. I broke my vow.”

  “Well, that was a vow to yourself and what was that really about? It was about your craft, right?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Well, has it adversely effected your acting ability in anyway?” he asked.

  “Well, no. Not yet,” I said.

  “In some ways, that could become a self-fulfilling prophecy if you’re not careful,” said Tom. “If you want to be with this girl, be with her. If she wants to be with other guys— Does that really bother you?”

  “Honestly? No, they’re my friends,” I said. “I guess if they were total strangers I’d be worried, but honestly— No, I think I’m fine with it.”

  “I know you’ve dated men before. Are you attracted to them?”

  “I… I mean, I guess? I didn’t really think about it like that, because they’re my friends. And I work with them. So I don’t want to mess up a good thing. But, sure, they’re attractive. They’re hot.”

  “Then what’s the problem?” he asked.

  “I don’t know, I’m just— I guess I’m just panicking because I have never felt this way about someone,” I admitted.

  “Intimacy is a scary thing, Friend Monk,” said Tom. “In some ways, you and I have had intimate conversations. Not sexual, but we drill down into things that scare us. And yet, here you are, calling me. You’re no longer scared of talking with me. I don’t know if you ever were. You’re scared of the things inside of you. What are those things, Friend Monk?”

  “I don’t know if I can really share her with my friends,” I said, finally saying something real.

  “That’s it, isn’t it? You’re trying to accommodate this young woman’s desires to have more than one guy and you don’t think you can do it,” summarized Tom. “You can, if you want to. You have to explore that avenue and see if you can walk down it. And maybe that path will lead you to something even better. Love with three people? An attraction to your friends you never knew you had?”

  “Well, I wouldn’t go that far,” I rushed to tell him. “The love with three people thing. I think these other two guys are straight as an arrow. I doubt they’d want to do anything with me.”

  “You’ll never know unless you try,” said Monk. “They’re clearly into her, so if she’s into that idea, they might be game. But you just have to be willing to follow wherever the path leads you. Are you ready to do that?”

  “For her?” I said thinking. “Yes, I think I am. I mean, I’m willing to try.”

  “Then start walking at whatever pace you feel comfortable,” said Tom. “For yourself, as well as for you. If it doesn’t work out, well then, you can always try a different path.”

  “It really does sound so simple when you break it down like that. I feel so stupid that I called you like this,” I laughed.

  “Not at all! This is what you pay me for! You bend my ear, I become a sounding board and hopefully you get some answers,” said Tom. “It isn’t just about being spiritual, it’s about being honest. But to be honest, you have to bare your soul in a way that can be scary. My job is to help you do that, so you don’t get hurt or hurt yourself in the process. Have I done that today, Friend Monk?”

  “Yes, you have, Friend Tom,” I smiled.

  “Good, good,” he said. “You gonna be able to go asleep again?”

  “Yeah,” I said exhaling. “Yeah, I am. Thanks again.”

  “Good night, Friend Monk.”

  I hung up.

  Okay, I’m going to try this.

  But how can I test myself?

  How can I create a situation where I can see if Christian, Zack and I can truly share Blythe?

  Hmmm.

  I know! I’ll have a barbecue here at the house. I’ll invite Zack and Christian. With all three of us here, someone’s bound to make a move on Blythe. I can see how I react to them and how they react to me.

  Either way, something’s bound to come to a head if we’re all together. I’ll text them now.

  I text Zack and Christian:

  “Hey guys. Barbecue tomorrow? My beach house? Say 2 pm?”

  “Sure,” Zack texted back.

  “Okay,” Christian’s message agreed.

  Okay, the trap is set. No, I shouldn’t call it a trap. The test is ready, is what I should be saying.

  We’ve all had sex with Blythe, now it’s just a matter of time before she picks one of us, right?

  I mean, dating us all is an unsustainable model. It’s not like she could have a relationship with all three of us, right?

  I mean, maybe, but that kind of stuff can get pretty intense.

  I went back into the bedroom. Blythe was still asleep. I had her to myself for now and I saw no reason not to take advantage of that fact. I started kissing her naked, curvy body. And she started to stir.

  “Mmm, that’s a great way to get woken up,” she yawned. “What time is it?”

  “About 1 am,” I whispered.

  I just kept kissing her body. I was worshipping it. Her body was the temple and I was but the humble worshipper of the goddess.

  I tasted her sweet nipples and tickled them with my tongue. I kissed down the center of her torso. She started to writhe under my hands, due to all my light touching and kissing.

  “Mmm, you’re driving me crazy,” she said. “I didn’t think I had more in me tonight but— Oh, God. Monk, take me again. I beg, you please. Fuck me please.”

  I put my fingers on her lips and she kissed them. Then she sucked my fingers one by one. It was erotic.

  I continued to kiss down her torso and reached her pussy. I kissed it once and then moved to her inner thighs. I gently kissed them and caressed them. She squirmed under my gentle touching.

  “Yes, Monk!” she gasped. “Please. Please. Please.”

  She was begging me breathlessly. I kept kissing around her clit. She was just on the verge of orgasm, but I just kept teasing her. She curled up her toes and was whining. She begged over and over again, until I think she forgot what she was begging for.

  Then, when it seemed I would not give her what she wanted at all, I plunged my tongue deep inside her pussy.

  “Ooooooooh,” she cried. “Oooooh. Oh, God!”

  I cupped my hands under her ass and spread her pussy open with my tongue. She started squirting her warm juices into my mouth and face. They ran down my chin and onto the sheets.

  “Eeeeeee! Eeeee!” she squealed in delight. “Oh, my God! Oh, my God!”

  I sucked directly on her clit and she writhed beneath me. I kept my mouth pressed upon it as she bucked and moved.

  Her orgasms caused her to vibrate and shake deep inside. The salty goodness of her love juices nourished me.

  “Please, please, please!” she begged me in that soft voice. “Put your dick inside my pussy. Put your dick in me, please. Please, I’m begging you! Fuck me, Monk. Fuck me. Stick your big, hard cock in me wherever you want!”<
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  I slid another condom on, having become extremely aroused during the oral sex. I presented my cock to her face and she sucked it with the condom on. She moved to take it off.

  “No,” I said. “I needed your saliva.”

  I then slid down and started probing her ass with the head of my cock.

  “Oh!” she said in surprise. “Oh! I’ve never done that. Oh, but take my anal virginity. Take it! Fuck my ass.”

  I started pushing in slowly and then the tip of my cock made it in, stretching her wide enough for the shaft. She was squealing in surprise and delight at the same time. I stretched her ass and then reached down and played with her clit with my fingers.

  Blythe appeared to be overwhelmed by the sensations. She was making all kinds of delight noises, but also noises that indicated she was surprised and unsure.

  “Oh! Oh! Oh!” she cried. “My ass— Oh! Fuck my ass. Fuck my little asshole!”

  She was practically in tears now, but they were tears of joy. Her ass gripped my cock. It was tight and wonderful inside her. I worked my way up to pressing in balls deep. She was gasping and yelping in surprise.

  “Oh, I’m gonna cum!” I warned her. “You want this cum? You want this cum in your ass?”

  “Yes! Yes, yes. Please!”

  I came inside the condom and I could feel it filling up. She was shaking inside. She came like a waterfall. She was squirting all over the sheets and on me.

  I could only imagine the sensation she was feeling. For myself, it was intense. She didn’t know, this was the first time I had anal sex as well. Something about Blythe made me want to explore.

  After a minute or two, I slowly pulled out and she appeared to feel a great relief as her muscles contracted. She seemed to cum all over again. We started kissing.

  “Thank you,” she whispered. “Thank you for that experience. It was so good. What you do to me— it’s amazing!”

  We lay there in each other’s arms, gently kissing one another. Once again, we felt spent and exhausted. We fell asleep in each other’s arms.

  When I awoke, I guess it was about two hours later. Blythe was in my crotch and she was licking my balls and cock.