by Mia Masters
My phone rang. It was Mallory.
“Hey, kiddo, you okay?” she asked. “Heard you got injured.”
“Jeez, it just happened,” I said.
“Yeah, but I saw the news clip,” she said. “They’re reporting it everywhere. The cursed production!”
“Oh, right,” I laughed.
“How’s it going with your guys? Did you bed them yet?” she asked.
“Working up to it,” I said. “I’m a little nervous about it.”
“Oh, you’re gonna love it,” she assured. “There’s nothing like multiple guys. You’ll see. I promise.”
“But what if we break up?” I worried.
“Listen, Sweetie, if a guy is willing to share you with another, then the chances are, he really loves you,” said Mallory. “Guys are naturally competitive. It takes a lot for them to put that aside to do a group thing.”
“Well, they did do a group oral thing on me,” I revealed.
“How was it?” she asked.
“Oh! Just mind blowing,” I said, remembering fondly. “I’ll go to my deathbed remembering it. That’s how good it was.”
“See what I’m saying? Just stay the course,” she suggested. “You’re doing fine. Everything’s going to work out for you. I can feel it.”
“I’m just a little worried about the… etiquette of the whole thing,” I said carefully. “Do I let them have sex with me all at once or do I swap out or…”
“It’s all good,” said Mallory. “But I would advise all at once at first. Get them to bond on it, ya know. Plus, you’ve already been with them separately, right?”
“Yeah,” I admitted. “They’re so good apart, ya know. What if it’s too much for me?”
“Trust me,” she said. “You’re going to love it. I had the same worry, back then. Oh! And when they get it on together, too, well, it’s so much better.”
“Jeez, Mallory,” I laughed. “You’re a little freak.”
“Oh, please,” she dismissed. “You’re going to have three cocks. I had two. You think you’re sore from those injuries!”
We laughed. Mallory was a good springboard for this. She made me feel less nervous about having sex with the guys all at once.
Plus, I had been wondering whether her two husbands got together with each other, too, or only with her, but I felt that was such a personal question that I felt nosy asking it. So, I was glad she had made things easy on me by coming out and revealing it to me.
Now that I’d talked to her about it again, I was ready to pursue this plan of action. Everything about it felt right to me and I honestly couldn’t wait.
I just wish I hadn’t gotten injured. It sounded like it was going to be something that required some athleticism. Hopefully by the time we reached this weekend, I would be more recovered.
Then there was a knock at the door.
I grabbed my robe and headed to answer it.
“Mallory, I’ll talk to your later,” I said.
“No worries,” she said, hanging up.
“Who is it?” I said through the door, putting on my robe.
“It’s Hex,” he said. “Jim wants to know how you’re doing. He wanted to stop by and check on you.”
“Tell him I’m sore and I do not want a visit,” I said. “Make this absolutely clear, Hex. Tell Jim I am not accepting visits from him and I’m definitely not doing any stunts for a while.”
“Will do,” said Hex obediently.
I still had to stay on my toes. The last thing I needed was Jim trying to manhandle me when I was injured.
And if the guys found out about something like that, it would be absolute chaos. The movie would probably shut down production. I didn’t know who the studio would fire first. We just had to get through the production.
Eventually, Jim would have to go into editing and the rest of us could all go home. Maybe we’d come back to loop our lines, but that would be it.
Most of us would be doing other work, while Jim and the editing team would be putting the movie together. They had probably already ready started. Then, with my career launched, I could stay as far away from Jim as possible.
Then again, what if the movie was a hit?
What if they wanted to do a sequel?
Jeez, they’d be sure to rehire Jim. He was a big name on this production. Although directing takes a lot out of people, so maybe he would be a producer.
No, this had to be the last time I worked with Jim. I would forever distance myself from him after this movie.
Even if it hurt my career, I wouldn’t come back. I’d be forced to tell the guys at that point what happened. Then they could distance themselves. And if push came to shove, we could put pressure on the studio and demand a new director.
They couldn’t replace the whole cast, right?
I went back into my bedroom, locked the door, and flopped over on to my back. I must’ve fallen asleep for a while, because when I woke up, the sun was shining at a different angle.
Walking into the kitchen, I checked the fridge. I was stocked for days. I figured I might as well eat.
Sitting back with another homemade chicken salad, I flipped through the channels. They were talking about other actresses on the entertainment news. Jennifer Lawrence, Meryl Streep, Marisa Tome—their careers were long and storied, but it was tough to stay in the mix as a woman.
Once your looks go, you’d better have your talent to fall back on.
That was what I should be doing for my career. Acting classes. If I kicked up my acting game, I could be like Streep. I could get some parts in some Oscar contenders. Then I could pick and choose my projects.
Or maybe I could direct.
I had directed stunts, but what about a whole movie?
Yeah, that would be a good investment, too. They were always looking for new directors. I could shoot some short films with the guys. Build up my reel. That would be something.
Not only could we get rid of Jim, I could replace him!
But then there was my new relationship with the guys. Was I putting the cart before the horse? Maybe I should work things out with them before I started heading off into two different career directions. It was going to be complicated, running a three-man relationship crew.
Don’t get me wrong, I was happy about it and I was up for the challenge. But it was obvious that in a relationship with one guy, there would be problems. With three guys, there could be three times as many problems.
Scheduling would be a major part of it, I think. I would have to make sure I gave them all some of my time.
At first, just like any relationship, people were nervous and insecure. After a few months, things would settle. We’d fall into a groove and get to know each other’s rhythms.
There would be times where the guys would want to be left alone. Hopefully, there would be some “me” time for me as well.
I grabbed a shower. The hot water felt good on my shoulder and back. I got ready and got dressed. Then I took a walk past the set.
They were shooting a scene with Christian and Zack. I kept far back. I didn’t want to distract them. I spotted Hansley talking on her cellphone. She nodded in my direction, then finished her call.
“Hey, kid,” she greeted me. “How’s the shoulder? You going to be back on set in a few days?”
“Yeah, I just need a little time to heal,” I said. “I hope it didn’t hold up production.”
“Nah, Jim said he was done with most of your scenes this week, anyway. With a little rescheduling, you’re good to go,” she said. “I’m just glad you didn’t really get hurt too badly.”
“I wanted to know,” I said. “Are you going to be advertising that I did my own stunts? Seems like it would have an appeal.”
“Well, you can certainly talk about it in the making of, but it’s probably not part of the marketing campaign,” she admitted. “We don’t want to undercut, the guys since they didn’t do their own stunts. It would make your manly co-stars look less manly.”
“Oh,” I said.
“Listen, I have a meeting. But I’m glad you’re on the mend,” she said. “Talk to you soon.”
Well, that was a big disappointment.
But at least I would still be able to film the rest of the movie without slowing down production.
And at least I had the relationship with my three hotties to continue pursuing.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Blythe
I had a pretty easy week on the movie. Jim ended up not calling me to the set once after my injury.
I spent part of the time in my trailer and part of the time back at the apartment. I brought Layla and Harlow to see my trailer, but they didn’t want to go to the set. We ended up going out to lunch off lot and I felt like I was completely tuned out to what was going on with the movie.
That was probably good for me. I had to get out of my head and just relax. It would allow me to start fresh on Monday.
Then on Friday, the guys suggested going up to Big Bear for the weekend. Christian rented a cabin and I was all in. Again, I was a glad to be free all week, because it gave me plenty of time to pack and get ready.
Big Bear was a two-hour ride from Los Angeles. We slept late and took our time. We were in no hurry. We stopped at places to eat and at whatever roadside attraction struck our fancy.
It was so nice to get out of Los Angeles and see nothing but trees and nature for a while. Sure, lots of Angelinos went out to Big Bear, but that was the nice part of it, too. We were just like everyone else.
Our cabin was by Big Bear Lake. It had a view of mountains, water and trees. Sailboats and jet skis flittered about on the water in the great distance. And, even though we could see people far below, our cabin was remote and isolated.
We had avoided paparazzi and other tourists. No one knew we were here. I took no chances and told only Layla and Harlow and even then, I didn’t tell them exactly where I would be. I only said that I would be going “up into the mountains” with the boys.
They told me they were jealous, and jokingly complained that it wasn’t fair that I had three guys and neither of them had any. I consoled them truthfully, saying that I never knew I’d have such good luck, and that great things would happen for them, too, eventually.
The cabin had six bedrooms, a huge kitchen and an even huger room with a fireplace. But the big feature was the back deck, which had a hot tub and looked out on the most amazing view of the lake and the mountains.
The four of us unloaded the car, putting our belongings in the bedrooms and emptying three coolers of food and drink into the fridge. We hoped it was enough. The nearest store was at least twenty minutes away.
After getting settled in and having a quick bite, we decided to do a hike before it got dark. We walked along the mountain trail, watching the animals, and drinking from a fresh mountain spring. Well, some of us did.
“Are you guys crazy? You can’t drink water like that,” insisted Zack.
“Why?” asked Monk. “This is a fresh mountain spring. Why wouldn’t you drink it?”
“Because it’s not filtered!” he said, mildly panicked. “I’m not drinking that!”
“Zack, take it easy,” said Christian. “It’s fine.”
“I wouldn’t drink it,” he said. “And I’m not freaking out, but for all you know, that’s the run-off from a cabin higher up the mountain!”
I made a mental note to myself to remember that Zack seemed to be a bit of a germophobe. You’d think a guy that lived in California all these years wouldn’t be so worried about something that that, but here we were.
Not only did Monk drink the water, but he also refilled two empty water bottles with the water. Halfway through the hike, Zack needed a water and Monk handed him one. He drank it before thinking.
“Wait a minute,” said Zack, mildly panicked. “Is this the one you refilled? Did you mix them up?”
At first, Monk teased him, but eventually, he owned up and revealed that he hadn’t done that. Zack looked incredibly relieved.
“Thanks,” he said. “When you get intestinal parasites from the water you drank, I will happily drive you to the hospital. And I won’t even say I told you so.”
Fortunately, there was no intestinal parasites, and no one got sick. Eventually, we circled back and returned to the cabin just as it was getting dark. The sunset on the lake was amazing.
The four of us made dinner together as we talked and laughed. I had never been so comfortable or relaxed. Things were really starting to come together, and I could see how we all could live together.
Holy crap!
I hadn’t even really thought of that. If we were going to continue this relationship, eventually we would move in together.
It couldn’t always be all these clandestine meetings; we’d have to share an apartment. Jeez, with four, it might as well be a house.
How would we hide our relationships from the paparazzi, then?
It would be impossible at that point.
After dinner, we had some wine to relax and that was when things went from good to great.
“Guys,” I said. “I want to really thank you for bringing me up here.”
I stood up and took off my top and threw it onto the floor. I stepped out of my hiking boots and left my knee-high socks on. Then I slipped out of my shorts.
Now I was just in my bra, panties, and socks, heading toward the bedroom. I went into the dark room and a few seconds later, my bra and panties were thrown into the hallway. I heard the guys scramble for my bedroom.
When they got inside, they found me spread eagle on the bed waiting for them. All three of them, including Christian, started stripping off their clothes.
Zack ran out of the room and came back a few seconds later. He had a box of condoms. He ripped them open and set them on the nightstand so that anyone could take one.
“Good call, bro,” said Monk. “That looks like a weekend supply. For all of us.”
There didn’t seem to be any awkwardness or tension between us now. We were all naked and aroused by our bodies.
I quickly took to sucking Monk’s dick, while stroking Christian and Zack. Then I would trade off, sucking one while stroking the others. It seemed very natural to me and it was a huge turn on.
I honestly couldn’t wait to feel the multiple cocks inside me. Just sucking them off got me wet and my pussy was so dripping wet.
Unable to stand any more oral stimulation, Christian grabbed a condom, slid it on his cock and started to fuck me in the pussy. I was still sucking on Monk, while Zack also moved to get a condom.
I could see where this was going.
Readjusting on the bed, I turned sideways so that Monk and Christian could still have access to my holes, but now Zack had access to my ass. He pushed in as Christian was already inside me. I moaned in pleasure.
“Oh, God!” I gasped. “I’m packed tight. So much cock! I love it. I love having all three of you inside me.”
I was cumming now. It was almost uncontrollable. Never had I been so sexually aroused and liberated at the same time. My holes were getting a great stretching and the boys seemed like they were having a great time as well.
“Hey, let’s switch it up,” suggested Monk.
Christian moved to my ass, Monk got a condom and moved to my pussy, Zack pulled off his condom and moved to my mouth.
It wasn’t as awkward as you might think. There was a hole for each of them. I didn’t say much; I was just trying to process all the sensations. I couldn’t describe in words how good it was!
Monk played with my clit, using the tip of his cock. Christian savaged my ass with his rock-hard dick. And Zack smiled as I slobbered up and down his shaft and all over his balls.
I put each one in my mouth and gave them a suck. The tightness, however, in my ass and pussy, were the highlight. Monk and Christian’s cocks were like pistons inside of me, grinding me to absolute joy. I couldn’t stop vibrating inside.
“Oh! I don’t thi
nk I can hold it,” said Christian.
He pushed in balls-deep and came. I could feel the condom filling up with his hot load and it further stimulated me. Zack came in my mouth a few seconds later and I eagerly gobbled up his cum.
Then Monk came. He too, pushed in as far as he could, packing me tight with his cock, as his cum filled up the thin rubber sheath around his dick. It was all so fantastic.
I could never go back to one man again. This was the way I had to have sex now. I had upped the ante and it was glorious.
The eroticism of it all, combined with the sheer physical pleasure of being with such handsome men— I couldn’t get enough. It was several minutes of cumming before I could actually speak again.
Laying in a heap across the bed, we were all just panting.
“Wow,” said Christian. “I have to say, that was really good. I didn’t expect it to be better this way, but it kind of was.”
“I know,” said Monk, surprised. “It was pretty hot. I mean, normally when I’m with someone, I see myself, but seeing you guys doing stuff— it adds this whole other dimension to it. Like I’m having sex but I’m watching sex at the same time? Is that weird to say?”
“I think I kind of know what you mean, and I don’t think it’s weird,” said Zack. “I don’t really watch myself at all, but it’s like having sex next to a live porno going on.”
“I just can’t believe how good that was for me,” I said, still out of breath. “Seriously, I think I am ruined for regular sex after that. I mean, that was a whole new level of pleasure I’ve never experienced. Had I known it was that good, I would’ve pursued something like this a long time ago. Wow.”
“Really? It was that mind blowing?” asked Christian.
“It changes everything for me,” I said. “I mean, it wouldn’t work if I didn’t love you guys, too. Of course it doesn’t hurt that you’re all very handsome, in shape men, but there’s something different to this four-way arrangement that just speaks to me. It feels right. It feels like what I should’ve been doing all along.”
It had been a long day and we were tired from the drive and from dinner and from sex. I think we all assumed that we were going to do it again, but when we fell asleep, no one objected.