Take Three

by Mia Masters

  It was such a small bed, only made for one person. I loved being this close to her gorgeous, curvy body. She pushed me down on the bed and kissed down my torso, reaching my dick. Then I grabbed her legs and guided her around so we could both 69 in comfort.

  Her pussy was above me and already glistening with moisture. I brought it down to me and started licking it. She moaned into my cock, as she lathered my shaft and balls with her tongue’s attention.

  I moved my head up and started licking her asshole, fucking it with my tongue. She gasped in surprise, all the while trying to keep her moans quiet enough so her roommate in the main room wouldn’t hear. I heard the volume of the TV go up, as her roommate no doubt tried to drown out our sounds.

  “Mmm, your cock’s so good,” she whispered. “I love what you’re doing to my asshole, by the way. It’s making me want to cum.”

  I plunged my tongue in again and she moaned into the mattress. Then I put my fingers in her pussy, finger-fucking her while eating out her ass. It was so hot and tight.

  She moaned loudly into the mattress until she squirted all over my face and down my neck. Gasping for air, she turned her head to the side.

  She was quivering from the orgasm. I loved watching her pussy lips shake and grab hold of my fingers while her juices ran out all over my hand.

  Next, she locked down on my shaft with her lips and sucked on me as long and as hard as she could. I could feel my orgasm building. It was like she was sucking it out of me.

  She teased my balls with her fingers, letting them dance over them gently as she deep throated my entire unit while suppressing her gag reflex. Then she pulled back and teased the top of my dick hole with her tongue.

  “Cum in my mouth, baby,” she encouraged. “I want that wet sticky load down my throat.”

  I obliged and exploded into her mouth. Although I didn’t make much noise, I couldn’t help but let out an exasperated sigh of relief. I just kept cumming and cumming and she gobbled up every drop. She swallowed and continued to lick my unit clean.

  “Holy shit, that was hot,” I panted quietly.

  Turning back around to the head of the bed, we spooned for a moment, but already I was getting aroused. We were close to each other on the bed and just her mere body heat caused me to get hard again.

  She played with it, kissed my chest and nibbled on my nipple. I reached to the floor to get my pants and wallet, where I removed a condom. I couldn’t wait any longer. I had to get inside her.

  Sliding on the condom, she positioned herself on the bed with her legs spread. As soon as I was covered, I teased her clit with my cock, then slowly poked in.

  Then I pulled out and teased her clit again. I did this several times, each time going a little deeper. Blythe moaned more and more.

  “Oh, God,” she whispered. “You’re making me crazy! Please. Fuck me! Fuck me deep.”

  I did as she asked. How could I not? And when I was balls deep inside her with her writhing in joy underneath me, I leaned in and whispered, “I want you to be happy. I want you to have everything that makes you happy.”

  She looked back at me in utter joy, the tears welling up in her eyes. With her face like that, I knew she loved me, and I knew I loved her. She squirted all over my cock and the slickness caused me to increase the speed of my thrusts.

  It was at that moment I knew that I could share her. If that’s what Blythe needed, then I could deal with it. Love was about compromise and this was mine. As long as everyone was open and honest, why wouldn’t it work?

  Balls deep in her, I grabbed her and flipped her on top of me. She wrapped her legs around me and bounced up and down.

  The headboard was now smashing against the wall quite loudly, but neither one of us cared. We were both getting off from the position on the bed, her tiny frame wrapped around my body.

  “Fuck,” I moaned. “Oooh!”

  I came. It was more intense then the first time. I felt the condom fill up with my load and she started squirting and vibrating inside. She seemed to lose control of her body for several seconds, as all she could do was try and process the many different sensations she was feeling.

  Falling back on the bed, I lay there, and she lay on top of me while I was inside her. It appeared she was going to fall asleep, but then she suddenly kissed me.

  “That was great,” she whispered. “God, I hope Layla didn’t hear all that.”

  “I’m sure it’s fine,” I dismissed.

  “I don’t want you to think this is some kind of whim,” she said. “I thought long and hard about this. I honestly— well, I think I’m falling for all three of you. And I wouldn’t put this on the other two if I didn’t thing the love was real. I just—that would be wrong. There’s something here for all of us, I think.”

  “I agree,” I said, stroking her hair.

  “Do you think we can make it work?” she asked. “Will people understand?”

  “Well, maybe not all people, at first,” I said. “I’m sure there will be some doubters, but in the end, good will prevail.”

  “Just like in the movies,” she said, with a slight chuckle.

  “Yeah, just like in the movies,” I agreed.

  She looked me in eye.

  “Do anything you want to me,” she announced. “My body is yours.”

  It was an invitation I decided to accept. I still had a raging hard on. Her genitals were just so hot, my cock was still hard.

  “Turn around,” I smiled.

  She got on all fours on the bed. I stood up and grabbed another condom. Then I started teasing her asshole with my cock.

  “Oh,” she cooed in surprised. “You are a naughty boy.”

  I pressed in a little more until finally my head went all the way in. She gasped but smiled. She was stroking her clit with her hand while I pressed into her ass.

  She started to make whining noises, but at the same time, I could tell she was trying to keep them quiet. Unable to lower the volume, she pressed her face in a pillow as I started to fuck her ass.

  The tightness was incredible. I could feel every inch of the inside of her walls. They gripped me like a sweet vice as my sore cock plunged deep inside her again and again.

  The tightness of her ass gripped my cock so hard that I had never felt such pleasure in my life.

  As I increased speed, she increased her squeals into the pillow. At this point, she didn’t dare raise her head up, lest the entire apartment complex hear her scream with joy. I was sweating.

  By now, I was on my third orgasm and working up to it was quite the effort in a short span of time. Sweat dripped off my hair and only Blythe’s perfect, alabaster back.

  Reaching forward, I began teasing her clit with my fingers and the squeals got louder and more intense. I was right on the verge of cumming, but I couldn’t just yet.

  I kept gasping, waiting for that moment, but it wasn’t coming. I kept pounding her ass and the feeling was just so amazing. In many ways, I didn’t want it to stop.

  Then, suddenly, I felt my climax building. It started deep in the recess of my loins. I could feel it moving up. My balls were tingling, and my cock was tingling too.

  It was so powerful a feeling that I could no longer maintain a cohesive sentence structure. I was just grunting with each thrust until finally I exploded, cumming into her tight asshole, while she squirted all over my hand.

  At that point, I had felt like I had just run a marathon to get that climax. I fell forward, but tried not to press down all my weight on Blythe. She removed herself from the pillow and we both found ourselves laying back. She was panting heavily and loudly, while vibrating, experiencing many post-orgasm orgasms.

  “OhmyGodohmyGodohmyGod,” she muttered. “I can’t stop cumming. I can’t.”

  We both just lied there, trying to regain our senses. That much sex in that short amount of time took a lot out of us. We were both just trying to regain our bearings while we processed all the sensations.

  The entire time, I was s
till inside her ass, but at some point, I slipped out. She rolled off of me, or tried too, but I had to help her, she was so limp.

  “Oooh!” she laughed, as I helped her turn over. “That was crazy. I think we just wrecked my bed. It was totally worth it, though.”

  “it sure was,” I agreed.

  It was definitely one of the most intense sexual experiences of my life.

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Blythe

  I got injured on the set the Monday I returned. Still doing my own stunts was a drawback and I wasn’t too sure about acting on Tuesday.

  I pushed Jim to give me a day off, but he really didn’t answer. I had an ice pack on my shoulder and a heating pad on my back from the fall. The studio physician, Dr. Mondale, checked me out.

  “I think you should be fine,” he said. “You’re just sore. Take it easy for a day.”

  “Yeah. Tell my director that,” I said.

  “Actually, that’s my job,” he said. “So, I will. I’ll also leave you some Advil, but if you’re still in pain or the pain gets worse over the next few days, go to the hospital and get a more thorough exam, okay?”

  “Thanks, Doc,” I said.

  “And you might want to consider not doing your own stunts,” he joked.

  “Yeah, I’ll keep that mind,” I said sarcastically.

  Although, the doctor did have a point. I had an acting career to think of now. It wouldn’t do for me to bang my face up or break a leg like Claire.

  I mean, the whole reason I got into stunt work was so that I could get into acting. Now that I was here, maybe it was time to give up the stunt crew. I wasn’t getting any younger.

  There was a knock at the door, and I heard it open. That worried me. The doctor hadn’t locked it and I hadn’t told him to. Normally, I would’ve gotten up to follow him, but now here I was, injured, alone in the trailer, and someone was coming in.

  Was it Jim, to finish what he started?

  “Hello?” called out Christian.

  I breathed a sigh of relief.

  “I’m back here,” I called.

  Christian, Zack and Monk came in. Zack was still in his wardrobe from the set. Monk was carrying a tray of snacks from craft services.

  “Hey, Crash,” greeted Christian. “How are you feeling?”

  “Fine. Sore, but fine,” I said.

  Monk offered the snacks. I took one.

  “Thanks,” I said.

  “What did the doc say?” asked Monk.

  “Said I should rest up a day and relax,” I said. “I don’t think I broke anything. I’m just a little bruised.”

  “I was freaking out when you fell,” said Zack. “Just before it happened, I was wondering why they didn’t put a harness or something on you.”

  “Yeah, well, it’s not like I didn’t hit the pad,” I recounted. “I just landed in the street on the second bounce. Sometimes you take a bad bounce. I’m a stunt girl. This happens all the time.”

  “But you’re a lead actress now,” reminded Christian. “You can’t keep doing this shit. You’re not Jackie Chan. You’re not even going to get that much credit for it. This isn’t an action movie.”

  “Well, there’s an awful lot of action and sex in it for a thriller,” I noted. “I thought there would be more intense scenes of us staring each other down or something.”

  My heating pad fell off. Christian sat on the bed, picked it up and started to replace it.

  “Wait,” I said. “Leave it off. It was getting too hot.”

  “How about this?” he said, gently rubbing my back.

  “That’s nice,” I said.

  Monk knelt at the foot of the bed and started feeding me snacks.

  “Mmm,” I smiled. “That’s nice.”

  Zack, not to be outdone, climbed up onto the bed where my feet were and started giving me a foot massage.

  “Ah, ha!” I laughed. “That’s nice. Maybe I should let you guys compete.”

  Monk frowned.

  “I’m kidding, I’m kidding,” I said. “The truth is… I think I love you.”

  “Who?” asked Christian.

  “All of you,” I said. “I love all three of you and I don’t care what people think. And maybe it can’t last, but I’d like to enjoy every minute with you guys.”

  The guys sort of looked at each other and then realized what they had to do. They took off my ice pack and slowly started undressing me. I tried to undress them, too, but they insisted that I just lay back and relax.

  One by one, they took turns pleasuring me. While Christian sucked on my tits, Monk licked my pussy, while Zack ate my ass. I loved how Monk’s lips sucked on my clit while Zack’s tongue was going in and out of my ass hole. And my nipples in Christian’s mouth felt amazing. Then they would switch.

  I lost count of the amount of orgasms I had. It felt so good to have their mouths all over my body.

  It was all about me and my pleasure. They wouldn’t let me do anything to them because of my injuries.

  For the next two hours, I just lay on the bed and came and came. I couldn’t believe how lucky I was to have three guys that would be so selfless.

  By the end of it, I was exhausted, and I fell asleep. The next morning, I awoke and I found all three of them in the bed around me. Christian awoke first, then Zack and then Monk.

  “This feels perfect,” I said. “I want to be with all you.”

  “Yeah, well, you have been,” said Zack.

  “No, I mean all three at the same time,” I said.

  “I’m not sure I can handle that yet,” said Christian.

  “It’s definitely something to think about,” said Monk.

  “I’m ready,” said Zack.

  “Seriously, dude?” said Christian, rolling his eyes.

  “What?” said Zack.

  “You’re just trying to score brownie points by showing off,” said Monk. “That seems pretty obvious.”

  “No, honestly, I don’t have a problem with it,” said Zack genuinely.

  “Guys, don’t fight,” I said. “I don’t want to rush you into anything. Just think about it.”

  “Well, at the very least,” said Monk. “I think we can all make you breakfast together.”

  The guys went into the kitchen. Monk seemed to be in charge, but the other two bristled under his orders. Eventually, they returned with some eggs and bacon on a tray.

  “Listen, we should head out,” said Monk. “Take it easy today.”

  “Yeah, no more stunts,” said Christian. “If Jim is looking for you, I promise to yell at him.”

  “He’s not going to call her out today,” said Zack. “He’d be nuts to insist she perform like this.”

  “Thanks, guys,” I said. “You make me feel special.”

  I gave each one of the guys a kiss, walked them to the door and showed them out. Then I closed and locked the trailer behind me and then went back to eat breakfast. I was already starting to feel sore again, so I grabbed an orange juice and took a couple of pain killers with breakfast.

  Turning on the TV while I ate, I flipped around the channels. As I browsed, I caught a glimpse of myself from the car insurance commercial and went back to that channel. It was actually a report on the movie. They were featuring a clip of me, while talking about how I was injured on set. They were drawing parallels between me and Claire.

  The reporter implied that the production may be “cursed” because there were “so many injuries.” That wasn’t really true, of course.

  In Hollywood, we were used to the entertainment reporters making up a bunch of nonsense just to get ratings and hits. A cursed production was one of the narratives. The idea was to create the illusion that a movie just had bad luck and was never going to be finished.

  It was complete bunk, of course. Sometimes the narrative was used to sell more tickets and sometimes it was used to justify the studio pulling the plug. I assumed it was the former and not the latter, since the reporter was relatively cheery about the repor
t.

  I just wished that had more current footage of me, rather than one using a clip from the commercial. Of course, that was what everyone knew me from, though, so I guess it made sense.

  I didn’t want to be known as the car insurance girl, though. I wanted to be known for something more substantial than trying to sell you a product in thirty seconds. It wasn’t that I was some kind of artsy-fartsy artist, I just wanted a hit movie.

  It would be great to be in a franchise, like the Marvel Movies or something. I could play a superhero. I would totally do my own stunts for that!

  Speaking of the movie, I was flipping through my script, noticing all the changes. It seemed like Jim was inserting scenes that made less and less sense. At first, it seemed as if we shot nothing but sex scenes, and now we were shooting action scene after action scene.

  I didn’t think half these scenes were going to make the cut. I mean, it wasn’t like he could make this thing more than two hours. We’d have to be shooting a much bigger movie for that.

  But that was what Hollywood had turned into these days. It wasn’t about a particular story, it was about hedging your bets with the audience to the point at which they wouldn’t hate the movie. Maybe they wouldn’t like it, but they also wouldn’t hate it.

  Plus, they needed all these extra options for the Asian market. Sometimes they’d cut in whole new characters for the Chinese audience, like they did with Iron Man. Can you imagine? An entire character added, plus extra product placement, for a movie to be screened in a different location.

  We hadn’t done anything that drastic, but at the rate Jim was shooting, I was sure there was enough footage for a second movie. Certainly, there was enough that an uncut version on the DVD would be huge.

  Personally, I’d never been a fan of super long movies. When they feel that long, it’s bad.

  I’d sat through short movies that felt like they were three hours long. It was very rare that I could sit through a movie that was over two hours long.

  Kenneth Branagh did a version of Hamlet like that and that was exception. Great performances, well-paced and amazing editing. And I couldn’t believe how late it was when I exited the theater.