by Mia Masters
We awoke in the morning refreshed. After hopping in the shower, we got up and made breakfast.
I wasn’t much of a breakfast person normally, but once in a while, I liked to indulge in a massive one. We did it up. We made pancakes, scrambled eggs, bacon, toast and hash browns mixed with onions and peppers. After last night’s romp, we were all pretty hungry and gobbled it down.
Grabbing our bathing suits and putting them on, we headed down to the lake to get in a swim. The water was freezing, but after you got used to it, it was fun. Monk put lake water in his mouth and spit it out, much to Zack’s disgust.
Zack was careful not to get any water in his mouth. He was paranoid that one of us was going to get a parasite.
We headed back up to the cabin for lunch, grabbed a quick bite and got changed. Zack insisted on showering. He didn’t want any of the leftover “viruses” or “bacteria” on him. I too stopped and took a quick hot shower, but just to freshen up.
Lounging in the cabin, we sat around looking for something to do. Christian found a cabinet full of board games and we played a few rounds of Apples to Apples. It was a great game and perfect for four people.
While we were playing, Monk got the hot tub ready. It would be nice to take a soak.
“Guys, I’m really having a nice time,” I said. “This feels right. Ya know? It’s relaxed. How are you guys feeling about it?”
“You know, I was a little worried about all of us doing this altogether, but I am having a good time,” said Christian.
“Yeah, ya know, in the past, when I was with a girl by myself in a place like this,” said Monk. “There’d be all this pressure to do everything. Now it’s like I’m splitting the duty up with two other guys.”
“I’m doing some things!” I objected.
“You know what we mean,” said Zack. “The guy ends up doing everything.”
“Yeah, especially on a vacation,” agreed Christian.
I folded my arms and pouted.
“Now I feel like you’re ganging up on me,” I said, in a little girl voice. “And actually, I kind of like that. Let’s hit the hot tub!”
As the sun went down, we all decided a hot tub would be just the thing to cap off our night. The pretense of wearing a bathing suit wasn’t even a pretense. We just stripped naked and sat down in the bubbles.
There was touching and kissing, and it got very sexy, very quickly.
Monk reached down between my legs and fingerfucked me under the water until I had a nice, quick orgasm. All the while, Zack played with my tits and Christian made out with me.
Then Christian stood up and I started to suck his cock, while Zack and Monk grabbed condoms.
I felt Zack lifting my ass out of the water and I knew he was about to enter me. I kept sucking Christian’s cock. Then I felt Zack’s dick penetrate my pussy. The stretching of my hole was a welcoming experience. But where was Monk?
Opening my eyes, I saw him standing next to Christian. He hadn’t put his condom on yet, so I switched over, stroking Christian’s cock while sucking Monk’s.
I teased the hole with my tongue and made eye contact with him. It was a very powerful and erotic moment. I could taste a little of his precum.
Christian sat in the tub again with his condom on. Changing positions, I lowered my asshole on his rigid shaft. Then my anus expanded in a wonderful way and I found myself cumming.
“Zack, pack me tight,” I begged.
He did exactly that. Straddling the two of us, he entered my pussy from the front this time and I was packed full of cock. Monk’s monster rod filled my mouth and I teased his balls with my fingers.
I could hear the boys moaning in pleasure, as I did the same over the roar of the Jacuzzi. The mountain air filled our lungs and somewhere an eagle called.
Outdoor fucking was exhilarating like any other athletic activity outside. It felt invigorating and free!
“Oh! O,!” cried Monk.
Monk’s shouts echoed down the mountain a bit. I could feel his warm slick load shoot into my mouth and down my throat. I swallowed his seed eagerly and it nourished me.
It just seemed to keep coming and coming and I felt like I was sucking on a firehose of cum. Finally, with all the cum gone from his balls, Monk exhaled in relief and sat on the edge of the hot tub.
Meanwhile, Zack and Christian were ravaging my holes. Their motion in the hot tub was causing splashes everywhere and the entire deck became wet with the water. The walls of my pussy and ass were getting a great work out as I gripped their wonderful dicks inside me as much as I could.
“Oh, God,” I cried. “Oh, God! It feels so good inside me.”
I was cumming now. Zack and Christian followed soon after, their warm cum filling me full of life. It stimulated my already vibrating insides, drawing their climaxes out and getting them to, in turns, blast more seed inside me.
How I longed to be rid of the condoms and feel their stick loads against the inside of my holes.
“So good, so good,” I muttered.
“Fuck!” said Christian simply, finishing his climax.
After a minute or so, the guys pulled out. They were careful not to spill their condoms into the hot tub. They jumped out, ran off to the bathroom and disposed of them. Then they came back to soak in the tub.
After a fantastic orgasm, the warm water was even more relaxing. I imagined myself melting into a blob and becoming one with the water, I was so relaxed.
The rest of Big Bear was much like that. Some easy activities in the day and hot group sex at night. We did it again in the hot tub and then in the bed that night. We made meals together and had fun just sitting in the cabin and being around each other.
Even on the ride home, we all felt relaxed. There was a natural balance and dynamic to our relationship that was becoming more effortless the more time we spent with each other.
I couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like if we did what Mallory had mentioned and had the guys pleasure each other, too, instead of only all just pleasuring me. But I didn’t think I should bring it up just yet. Monk might be into it, but I wouldn’t want to scare the others off.
By the time I got back to my apartment, it was late on Sunday. We all had to get to bed and be up early for the Monday shoot. Layla and Harlow were still up, so I gave them the highlights of my weekend.
They both seemed pretty supportive and not at all judgmental about it. Harlow, however, was convinced that this was the kind of thing that only happened to “movie stars.”
I sensed a hint of jealousy from her, but it was only a hint. After all, we had already discussed it earlier, and gotten any hard feelings out of the way.
They knew it wasn’t like I planned to be the lead actress in the movie or to fall in love with three men. Sometimes you just fall into a good thing. And the trip to Big Bear – not to mention my developing relationship with my three lovers in general – was the best thing that had ever happened to me.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Blythe
Monday on the set was a big day. We were coming down to the wire in terms of shooting.
We shot one of the more dangerous stunts, which included a moment where I jumped out of a helicopter and onto a moving car. Since I was harnessed nine ways to Sunday, it was actually a lot safer than the stunt I got hurt doing.
Jim seemed pleased with how things were going. He didn’t seem interested in me sexually anymore, although I couldn’t be sure if he was just biding his time. His treatment of me now was totally above board and business like.
For that, I was relieved, but I was still a little nervous around him. I continued to avoid situations in which I might be alone with him, even for a few minutes.
After the long day of filming was over, I headed back to my trailer. I was secretly hoping the guys could come over for a little fun. Now that we had broken the ice, I wouldn’t mind a little group sex on the reg, if you know what I mean.
Unfortunately, though, when I got back to my tr
ailer, I found Hex standing there. He looked really upset. I knew something was wrong.
The shoot was over. What could he possibly want?
“Blythe, I am so sorry,” he said, sounding and looking very ashamed. “I had no idea— I didn’t realize what this woman was going to do. I just— I was going to do the right thing, but I still managed to mess up! I’m so sorry!”
“You’re babbling, Hex,” I said. “Come inside, let’s talk.”
We got inside the kitchen and sat down at the table. I offered him a bottle of water, but he waved me off.
“Now. What is it that you are going on about?” I asked.
“This. This is my fault,” he announced.
He handed me the Society Page of the L.A. Times. The front of the story had a picture of me, Zack, Christian and Monk together. Inside was a photo spread of the guys coming out of my trailer and us renting the SUV at the beginning of the weekend. There were shots of me kissing and holding hands with each of the guys.
“What?” I said in shock. “What happened?”
“I took the pictures,” he admitted. “I needed the money. B-b-but I changed my mind. I didn’t sell them. I couldn’t go through with it, but I had already contacted a reporter. I didn’t even tell her what pictures I had! She seduced me and must’ve gotten into my phone when I was asleep.”
I put my head in my hands. Well at least he hadn’t followed us up to the cabin. God forbid he had gotten a shot of us having sex in the hot tub on the back of the deck.
Shit, what a disaster!
What was this going to do the movie?
Not to mention our careers.
Christian, Zack and Monk suddenly burst inside the trailer. They looked furious.
“You! Come here, you little prick,” Christian yelled at Hex.
“I’ll break your fucking neck!” shouted Monk. “Fuck my usual Zen shit and non-violence vow. I’m mad as hell.”
“You asshole!” shouted Zack.
“Guys, guys, guys!” I said, getting in between them. “Go easy on him. He took the pictures, but he didn’t sell them. They were stolen.”
“Yeah, right,” scoffed Monk.
“Hex, you have to remove yourself from the production,” I suggestion. “We can’t trust you anymore.”
“That’s fair,” he said. “Just call my agency. You can get me fired.”
“I have to talk to the guys,” I said. “You’d better go.”
“I’m sorry,” he said.
Hex skulked out. The guys came into the trailer and we went over the article to see how bad it was. The author painted a more flattering picture of the guys than of me, the implication being that they were bi or maybe gay.
“I mean, it’s the L.A. Times, right? Not the National Enquirer. At least they’re giving us mostly fair treatment, right?” I said weakly.
Monk dumped three more papers and magazines on the table with the same photos. They had gotten around quickly. One of the tabloids had photoshopped the guys to look like aliens and speculated I was impregnated with an alien baby.
Most of the articles were just implying our hedonistic lifestyle was debauched and that maybe someone from the studio should talk to us.
Checking the websites, it had quickly gone viral. Some the pictures had memes made out of the news already.
There was a picture of me smiling with all three guys and the caption, “When you know you’re going to have three dicks inside you later.”
Nothing like having your sex life encapsulated into a meme. The Internet was like a crueler version of high school.
“What are we going to do?” I lamented. “They could shut down the movie for this.”
“Are you kidding?” laughed Zack. “They should give us a producer credit. Do you know how many people are talking about the movie now? And we haven’t even finished shooting it!”
“I have to agree with Zack,” said Christian. “The studio deals with this kind of thing all the time. They love it. Sometimes they even arrange it.”
“Sounds like there’s a story behind that,” I said suspiciously.
“Something my brother told me about a very well-known celebrity,” Christian said vaguely. “That celebrity had his wife picked out by the studio and everything. When it was time to divorce them, they staged a whole bunch of crazy events and fighting, all right ahead of launching two big movies. Trust me, the studios are not above that. This just saves them a lot of time and effort.”
“Well, I hate it,” I said. “My friends and family can see this!”
“That’s what happens when you’re a star, Blythe,” said Monk. “My advice is, just ignore it. A few days will go by, something will happen, and everyone will forget it. Just don’t go anywhere for the next few days.”
“Oh, yeah,” said Zack, as if remembering. “The liquor store incident.”
Monk sighed, as if not really wanting to tell the whole story.
“What?” I asked.
“See. She didn’t even know,” said Monk. “A few years ago, I was dating a pretty big-name actress. Older. Kind of a cougar.”
“Monk, you devil,” I teased.
“Anyhow, the paparazzi caught us at a liquor store buying some wine and kissing,” said Monk, embarrassed. “She was horribly mortified and we ended up breaking up. It was all supposed to be on the down-low; we had driven all the way to an apartment she had in Pasadena to hang out and avoid being seen. But after a few days, it all blew over. So, trust me, I’ve been through this before.”
“The thing we have to talk about is what we’re going to do about Hex,” said Christian. “I say we burn that little shit right now.”
“What are you saying?” I asked.
“We get him fired,” said Christian.
“Not just fired,” said Zack. “Totally blackballed. A guy like that cannot work on a movie set. The studio knows that. You can’t pass out normal photos. Hell, the studio would’ve been pissed if he just took a few pictures on his phone of the sets. And no wonder that reporter was sniffing around on set.”
“Hex seemed genuinely sorry,” I said. “I don’t mean to defend what he did. He did take the pictures, but he said he had changed his mind about selling them.”
“Yeah, right,” said Monk. “How can we be sure of that? Maybe he sold them. Maybe he planned to sell them, and they got stolen. I think he’s just covering his ass at this point. Fuck that guy.”
“You’re too forgiving, Blythe,” said Zack. “A guy like that was going to totally take advantage of his position of trust. I can’t respect him at all.”
Jesus. It’s a good thing they didn’t know about Jim. They’d probably run over to him and beat the shit out of him.
How would that look? A big Hollywood director beaten up by three of his male stars? The press would have a field day with that one, that’s for sure.
“Let’s just wait and think on it,” I advised. “It won’t hurt to wait at this point. The studio might just fire him, anyway.”
“I’m not protecting that guy,” insisted Christian. “He made his bed, he should have to lie in it. What if he got pictures of us having sex in the hot tub? Oh, my God! Imagine how quickly those would’ve gone around the Internet! Totally uncensored, too, by the way!”
“Well, sex tapes do help careers sometimes,” said Zack.
Monk and Christian frowned at him.
“What? They do!” said Zack. “You know they do. I mean, it’s usually a desperate ploy for people.”
“Wait, so you’re saying sex tapes are fake now?” I asked.
“Not fake, they’re staged,” said Monk. “If your careers faltering enough and you’re desperate enough. Why not? I mean, if you don’t care about having your naked body splashed everyone. For me, I would not like to see pictures of my dick all over.”
“You’ve got nothing to be ashamed of in that department,” I noted.
“Not the point,” he said. “It’s my body. Plus, I’m an actor. I’m a brand. That damages my b
rand.”
“Honestly, I don’t think it would,” I said. “Women would be swooning over you even more.”
“Yeah, I have to agree with Blythe, horsecock,” said Christian.
“Yeah, I agree with Christian,” said Zack.
“I don’t want my dick pics on the Internet!” snapped Monk.
“No one here would do that,” I assured him. “But Hex— I mean, he’s a kid. He messed up. I’m mad, but I don’t want to destroy his life.”
“Okay, I’ll hold off for a few days,” said Christian, reluctantly. “Let’s see how this shakes out.”
“Man, what is Jim going to do if Hex leaves?” said Zack. “The movie only has a few more days of shooting. At this point, he’ll probably keep him.”
“At this point, he doesn’t need him,” corrected Monk. “Again, fuck that guy. Let him go get a job pumping gas or something. He’s done in this town. You can’t betray people like that and expect to work.”
“Monk,” I objected.
“It wouldn’t matter even if you defended him,” assured Monk. “Who would hire a guy like that? He’s a liability. He’s finished. End of story.”
“I called the guy we rented the cabin from,” said Christian. “He’s a solid dude. Won’t say anything. Promised if a reporter called, he wouldn’t talk.”
“What good does that do?” asked Zack. “We didn’t see him the entire time we were there.”
“We don’t want them doing a follow up story,” said Christian. “If they can find the cabin, they can find evidence. They could find people we saw when we were running around up there.”
“We hardly saw anyone,” I said. “The only time we did was when we went to town. All we did was go to the store and walk around. We weren’t even there an hour,” I said. “Let’s not get paranoid.”
“I have to be paranoid,” said Christian. “You don’t know what my brother will do if he gets tied into this. My family will go absolutely bonkers. You think I want to be blamed for his failing career?”