by Mia Masters
I shook my head. I didn’t deserve such a great friend.
“Thanks, Monk,” I said. “You’re a good guy for saying that.”
“I’m not just saying it,” he insisted. “I’m doing it. Look, maybe you should talk to my spiritual advisor. Tom got me through a lot of hard times.”
“Your spiritual advisor is named Tom?” asked Christian.
“Yeah, so what?” asked Monk.
“I don’t know,” said Christian. “It’s just not the name I expected. I expected something foreign with the title of Guru or something ahead of it.”
“No, it’s just Tom,” assured Monk.
“I have to say, if it’s the choice of my career or Blythe,” I said. “I’d pick Blythe every time.”
We heard a gasp and turned around. Blythe was standing at the doorway.
“Oh, my God,” she said. “They’re going to destroy your careers and it’s all my fault. I was so stupid for planning that date!”
“No, baby,” I insisted. “Don’t talk that way. It was fun and your brothers were cool. It’s just the entertainment news vultures.”
“Yeah, this will blow over,” insisted Monk.
“But your careers will be over, too,” she cried. “I can’t live with myself if that happens. We have to break up. You have to publicly disavow me!”
“What? You’re talking crazy,” insisted Christian.
“It wouldn’t matter now anyway, Sweetie,” I said. “What’s done is done.”
“No, there’s still time,” she insisted. “I’ll take the blame. I’ll take the fall. I’ll say I seduced you or have a sex addiction problem or something. They already think I’m a total slut anyway. What’s the difference at this point?”
“Baby, you have to calm down,” said Monk, quietly. “This will all pass. You have to give it time.”
“I can’t,” she insisted. “I won’t stand by and watch them ruin you because of me!”
She took off running and we immediately set off after her.
“Blythe!” I called. “Don’t do this. We can talk about it.”
“No,” she insisted. “You have to leave me alone!”
She ran through a crowd of actors that had gathered for a massive audition. We started to lose her in the crowd.
“Anyone see her?” said Christian. “I can’t see her!”
“There!” said Monk, pointing.
We rushed over to the spot. Blythe seemed to be going into a soundstage, but when we turned her around, we saw that, in reality, it was another woman dressed like Blythe.
“Excuse me?” said the bewildered woman.
“Oh, sorry,” said Monk. “We thought you were someone we were looking for. Our apologies.”
We rushed back the way we came and checked the various alleyways that branched off from the area. Blythe was nowhere to be seen. I tried calling her, but she didn’t answer.
“What are we going to do?” asked Christian. “She’ll throw her own career away just to save us. I don’t want that.”
“I don’t know what to do,” said Monk grimly. “I guess we should go back to our trailers and not make this worse.”
I felt a knot in the pit of my stomach. I couldn’t bear to lose Blythe. Or any of the other guys, either, really. It was then that I knew for sure that I would do whatever it took to keep all of them in my life, forever.
Chapter Thirty-One
Blythe
I ran out of the trailer and through the crowd. I couldn’t let the guys talk me out of what I was doing. I ended up in a deserted cooking studio. I slid down on the floor and just started crying into my hands.
Where had I gone wrong?
I felt that what I was doing was right.
Wasn’t that enough?
I loved these men.
I felt it!
Why did everyone want to take that away from me?
Marilyn Monroe appeared to me again. This time she was wearing her iconic white dress.
“Hey, kiddo,” she smiled. “What’s wrong? Things not going so hot?”
“No!” I sobbed. “The entire date backfired. The guys are going to lose their careers and it’s all my fault.”
“Is it?” she asked. “Maybe it’s society’s fault for not accepting who you are. Who they are. They didn’t understand me when I was alive, but looking back, they all adore me. They’re all sorry I’m gone.”
“No, offense, but I don’t want to die,” I said.
“You don’t have to,” she said. “You weren’t sleeping with the President of the United States. But you do have to fight for your man. Or in your case, men. How is it? Being with three men?”
“It’s super hot,” I confessed. “I can’t go back to normal sex now.”
“Oooh, wow,” she commented.
“Maybe you’re right,” I said.
Then, suddenly, a voice interrupted my daydream.
“Hey, are you okay?” the voice asked.
An attractive woman put her hand on my arm, bringing me back to reality.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” I said.
“I’m Melissa,” she said. “Why are you crying?”
“My boyfriends are going to lose their careers over me,” I said. “I have three boyfriends.”
“Oh, right,” she realized. “You’re Blythe. Hey, you can’t give up on love just to save your career. Fame is fleeting.”
“But it’s to save their careers,” I insisted. “I don’t care about mine.”
“You should ask how they feel before you decide that,” she insisted.
“Melissa!” called a familiar voice.
“Is that Jim? Wait, you’re Jim’s Melisa?” I asked.
“Yeah,” she said, mildly sad.
“Melissa, I need you in the trailer. Now!”
“Give me a second, Jim!” she snapped.
“Do as you’re told, Melissa,” he shouted. “Or I swear to Christ, I will have the nanny take that brat on the weekends. You want that? Huh?”
“Don’t give up on love, Blythe. It’s rare to be happy in a relationship with one man, let alone three,” she said, before rushing off to join Jim.
Marilyn and Melissa were right. I needed to fight for my men and alongside my men. I headed back to the trailers. I ran into them before I had made it halfway across the lot.
“Oh, thank God,” said Monk in relief. “We were looking everywhere.”
“I know and I’m sorry,” I said. “I shouldn’t have run off like that. We’re a team and I’m not leaving you guys. I had a weak moment, but I’m back. Let’s figure this out. Together. What do you guys want to do?”
“We want to be with you,” said Christian.
“Yeah, we’re all in this,” said Zack.
“Until the end, baby,” said Monk.
“But what about your careers?” I asked.
“Don’t worry about it,” assured Monk. “We’ll get through this. Hollywood drama always blows over after a time. And if it comes down to it, we’ll leave Hollywood to be with you.”
“Awwww,” I said, touched. “But please don’t; I would feel terrible.”
We hugged. Then I kissed Monk, then Christian and then Zack. I immediately wanted to be with them. I wanted to seal our bond forever with amazing sex.
“Let’s go back to my trailer,” I said. “I want to give it one last amazing use before I have to move out.”
We headed in that direction.
“Wait a minute,” said Zack. “Don’t you guys have a last scene to shoot today?”
“We still have a few hours,” I said. “That’s plenty of time.”
Going back to my trailer, we locked the door behind us. We moved into the bedroom and locked that door, too. Immediately, I began kissing the guys.
I wished I could kiss all of them at once. They kissed me all over and our clothes started to fall away, as we slowly took each other’s clothes off.
Getting on my knees, I began stroking and sucking their cocks. The excitement fr
om the day was upon them. I ran my tongue along Christian’s shaft.
Unable to stand any more teasing, Zack propped me up on the bed and penetrated me. He started fucking me, while I sucked on Monk and Christian alternatively. His rigid cock stretched my walls and made them weep.
Soon, my pussy juices were flowing, making the sliding of his man rod in and out of me that much faster and efficient.
“Mmmm, that’s good,” I moaned. “Fuck my pussy. That’s your pussy, baby. That pussy belongs to you three.”
“Then I want inside the pussy too,” said Monk. “At the same time.”
“Both at once?” I asked, instantly getting a vision their two cocks rubbing up against each other inside me.
“Fuck yeah,” Monk said. “Double the pleasure.”
I wasn’t sure if he was talking about for him or for me, or for both of us. And it didn’t really matter. I was down for the idea no matter what.
Monk got on the bed and gestured to his erect penis. I rushed up and lowered myself down on him. I couldn’t imagine another cock in the same hole, but I wanted to try.
Zack straddled me and tried to push in.
Monk was forced to pull out and then they both pushed in.
Holy shit! It was magic!
I had never been stretched like that before. Two cocks in my pussy was just incredible!
The tightness allowed me to feel their heartbeats and by their moaning, I could tell it was as pleasurable for them as it was for me. I was squirting all over their dicks.
Christian now moved to straddle us.
“I want to be part of this,” he said.
Unable to push in on my pussy, he instead pushed into my ass. I was clenched up pretty tight, but I loosened myself as much as I could so he could get the tip of his dick in.
He pressed in a downward angle, shoving his cock into my tight little asshole. I gasped. It was incredible. Never had I been so full of cock in all my life. Their pulsating shafts were ravaging my holes and stretching them to new levels. I couldn’t stop cumming.
“Oh! Oh. Oh,” I squealed.
I was suddenly drenched in sweat. The effort of all the cumming and sensations was happening so fast that it was almost overwhelming.
Then, it happened. The boys came and it was like cum fireworks going off in my pussy and ass. I could feel my box being filled with all of their seed as it was pumped inside me.
My ass was also filled with nice, warm, sticky cum. It got me off again and again. This was the feeling I wanted and craved now. I couldn’t live without it and I knew I had been insane to try and walk away from it.
“This is so hot,” Monk grunted.
“This is worth whatever it costs,” Zack agreed.
“I love feeling you both inside my pussy,” I told them, “stretching me doubly wide open. And I love the rhythm of your cocks pushing in and out of me together while also…”
I was going to say “rubbing against each other,” but I stopped, afraid that saying it out loud might somehow ruin a good thing.
“…I love your cock in my ass hole at the same time, Christian,” I said, finishing my sentence that way instead.
“Fuck yeah,” Christian said. “I love to pound your little ass hole while the other two are pounding your pussy.”
The guys withdrew and the feeling of my muscles retracting was almost as stimulating as when they were being stretched. I just lay on the bed with my mouth open, trying to process the sensations.
I was still quivering inside. It was all so intense and sexual. The guys seemed exhausted, too. This was our bonding process. It was intimate, close and real.
“Man, that was intense,” said Zack. “I didn’t think it could be like that.”
“Yeah, if you had asked me just a few weeks ago if I was into this,” said Monk, “I would’ve said you were crazy. But now…”
“You okay, Blythe?” asked Christian.
“Mmm, hmm,” I said, still processing. “It’s just… oh, God. That was great. Do you guys think you can go again?”
“Jesus, Blythe,” laughed Monk. “You’re a maniac!”
I saw Zack’s dick move. It had been getting less hard, but now suddenly started getting stiff again.
“I think someone’s up for another round,” I smiled, touching his cock. “I want to taste you guys again. I want you all to cum into my mouth.”
“Well, how could any of us say no to that
I lay across the bed, hanging my head upside down. One by one, the guys took turns fucking my mouth upside down, while I stroked the other two.
This was an amazing position for me to take and they further enhanced it by reaching across the bed to play with my pussy. I loved how their multiple fingers felt while they fingered my hole, squeezed my clit and traced the outsides of my folds.
After several minutes of this, they were all nice and hard again. I teased them with my tongue and opened my mouth to receive their gift. It was a gift that only they could make. It was part of them, and I wanted it to be a part of me.
“Mmm, that’s it,” I begged. “Cum into my mouth. Fill me up with your cum!”
“Fuck! This is so hot,” strained Christian.
Christian came and I took his load, holding it in my mouth and sucking until he had jerked every drop into me. Next, Zack spurted his warm cum down my throat and up against my tongue, because I was still upside down.
I held the loads. I wanted to fill my mouth and swallow them at once. Finally, Monk came.
“Oh. Oh, God!” he strained.
Monk’s seed exploded into my mouth and its warmth filled me with joy. My cheeks were full of the sticky goodness that was the combination of their cum. Pushing the last gob on my lips into my mouth, I closed it, savored it a moment and then swallowed it down.
“Oh, mmmm!” I laughed. “So good. Pleasing you guys— I just get off on it. Thank you so much for feeding me.”
Jim’s new assistant banged on the door.
“Blythe, you’re due on the set,” she said. “And if any of the guys are with you, they are, too. You’ve all got about ten minutes.”
“Okay, we’re coming!” I shouted back.
“I think we’re done cumming,” joked Zack. “At least for the moment. Whew! I need a nap.”
“No time,” I said. “We have to act. Let me hit the shower first.”
“Your brothers said not to let you do that,” joked Monk.
“First rule of my family,” I said. “Never listen to my brothers.”
I jumped into the shower and got washed off. The shower was too small for us to all wash in there at the same time, so the guys each had to go separately after me.
This was probably going to be our last day in the trailer. I was going to need to clear out tonight and I was thinking about cleaning out the fridge again. I was going to miss the craft services burritos.
Getting dried off, we dirtied just about every towel left inside the bathroom. I pitied the maid that would have to come in here and clean this place up. It was supposed to be for one person, not four. But I guess the guys’ trailers would be a lot easier to clean, so it would balance out.
Flipping through my rack of costumes, I found the clothes for today’s shoot. I marveled at how efficiently it was worked out. My clothes were not only wrapped in plastic, but they were labeled by the exact scene and day I would need to wear them.
It was the final shoot on the final day. It would require quite a bit of acting, but hopefully we wouldn’t be dragged back in here for reshoots. I was kind of anxious to get as far away from Jim as I could.
Monk started walking to his trailer in his towel.
“What the heck are you doing?” I asked.
“I don’t want to put on my street clothes just to walk to my trailer,” he said. “The reporters are gone, anyway.”
“That seems like a bad idea,” said Christian. “What if they have a drone?”
Monk sighed and came back to put on his clothes.
“Fine,” he said, resigned. “But I’m not putting on underwear.”
“I’m heading for makeup,” I announced. “See you guys on the set. Oh, and lock the trailer for me, please?”
I got into the makeup trailer, but no one was there yet. Then I heard someone come in. I was expecting Peter, but when I turned, I saw that it was Jim.
“Hey Blythe,” he greeted me.
I got up from my chair like a shot. I put the chair between me and him.
“What do you want, Jim?” I asked suspiciously.
“Nothing,” he said innocently. “Just wanted to make sure you’re okay for today.”
“I’m fine,” I said, a little smug. “How’s Melissa?”
He grimaced a little.
“Don’t go there,” he said, sounding annoyed.
“Jim, you can’t run a relationship like you run a movie,” I said. “It has to be give and take.”
“I can be that way,” he said, moving forward.
“Stay back,” I said. “It’s the last day of filming, Jim. I’m pretty sure you can still direct with a broken arm.”
“Well, that doesn’t seem very nice,” he said.
“It doesn’t seem very nice what you’re doing to Melissa,” I countered. “Maybe you ought to think about that.”
“I can ruin you, ya know,” he said.
“Yeah and I can run to the tabloids and talk about what I saw the other day,” I said. “And not to brag, but I do have three boyfriends. I can’t stop them all from coming at you once they find out how you tried to hurt me.”
He swallowed hard at that one.
“Touché,” he said. “Look, I just wanted to make sure we were still cool. I didn’t come in here for anything other than that.”
“We’re not, really,” I said. “But I have to tolerate you. So, let’s just mutually agree to tolerate each other. And maybe give a thought to what I said. Seriously.”
He nodded thoughtfully. Maybe I had reached him. He started backing out.
“Okay, well, see you on the set,” he said.
“Yeah,” I responded. “See you.”