Four Billionaires for St. Patrick's Day

by Sierra Sparks

  I paused and picked up a little friend that I call Mr. Buzzby. Mr. Buzzby got me through a lot of long, lonely nights and I put him right inside me, just where I wanted Jackson. I rubbed my clit while thrusting Mr. Buzzby in and out me, all the while imagining Jackson fucking me and fucking me. He would bend me over and fuck me from behind, grabbing a hold of my ass and thrusting like the brute athlete he was. Oh, God!

  I came and in the corner of my eye, I imagined Carey walking in on us. I stopped for a minute. Well, it was a fantasy, right? Jackson, now finished and satisfied, let Carey take over. Carey got undressed and I imagined a huge member. (I had heard the rumors and snuck a peek at his package through his pants.) In my fantasy, neither did it justice!

  Carey was more gentle, but still fun. I imagined taking his cock in my mouth. I suck and suck on it. It’s so big, it fills my mouth up. He loves every second of it and I slobber down the shaft and on his balls. Then he puts it into my same pussy hole that Jackson’s cock had just left. Oh, God, I’ve never been stretched so much. Never been fucked so deep. It’s like he hits my vagina bedrock. I scream as I cum. But out of the corner of my eye, I see Kyle.

  Again, I shook myself from my fantasy. I didn’t think I had ever masturbated this much in one setting, but it didn’t seem right not to give Kyle his due. Carey bowed out gracefully and Kyle was already taking his clothes off. His body was the most cut. He was young, full of energy. He fucked me like a jackhammer. In and out. My pussy was nice and warmed up and lubed up from him thanks to the other two guys. In my fantasy, no one had to use condoms, so I had Jackson’s cum mixed with Carey’s inside me while Kyle was fucking me, adding his cum to the mix as he pulled my hair and slapped my ass for being such a dirty whore. I came almost instantly.

  “Oh, God, yes!” I found myself saying in the fantasy.

  Then I noticed Jackson and Carey were still in the room. Still naked and still erect. In my fantasy, while Kyle’s inside of me again, they join in! Hey, why not? It’s just a fantasy right? They each take their turns and I satisfy them with my open, wanting holes.

  At first, Jackson slid underneath me and entered my sopping wet pussy. Then Kyle entered my asshole slowly from behind, packing me tight. Finally, I took Carey’s massive cock into my mouth. All around me they were slowly thrusting. I was getting penetrated from three angles. It was amazing!

  In the tub, I had Mr. Buzzby in my vagina and on my clit, but now I reached up and grabbed my dildo and slowly put that in my ass. Oh, God, yes! I was packed tighter than I knew possible now. Not as tight as I imagined with the boys, but tighter than I ever remembered being with my vibrator. Then with one hand, I rubbed my clit while sucking on my fingers.

  All the while, I was imagining three of the hottest athletes in the world inside me! Their hot, strong cocks penetrating my holes and making me cum over and over again. I was having multiple intense orgasms in the tub over and over again. My whole body was shaking and I came so hard, I thought I was going to cry.

  When it was over I was spent like I had never been spent before. I had had fantasies about men before, but never three men and never three at the same time. What was that? Had staying out of circulation so long made me weird? All I could do was sit in the tub and keep cumming and cumming until I though I couldn’t cum any more.

  Was this what it was like to be with three men? Is this something I wanted? Was I becoming a friggin’ sex addict? Some freak of nature? What had gotten into me? Apparently, three men had gotten into my head in real life, and into my pussy in my fantasies.

  I got out of the tub and dried off. Putting on a robe, I went into my bed room. There, on my phone, were texts from all three guys. It was flattering, having so much attention.

  Maybe I couldn’t— shouldn’t even try to handle this.

  But how could I resist? My pussy was still throbbing from playing with myself while thinking about all three of them. It seemed to demand I follow through and see what might happen.

  Chapter 5

  Kyle

  Making the first move usually isn’t my forte, but there was something about this chick. I don’t know. Maybe it was the thought of beating Carey and Jackson. They had already done so much in their careers. I was never going to top that. But getting the girl? Maybe I could get a win.

  I went for it with my text. Asked her out for lunch and she said, “Yes.” I couldn’t believe it. Not only was this hottie picking me over them, but she was actually excited to meet me for lunch. This was a good day.

  Of course, I couldn’t wear the shirt again. Not a good style for a lunch date anyway. I wanted it to seem more casual. I put on a new T-shirt and then wore an open collar shirt on top. Too much? Naw. It was all good.

  “Don’t over think it, bro!” I told myself.

  I had heard about this college place called Mad for Mex on the Penn campus. We met there. If the date didn’t go well, at least they had good wings, I heard.

  When I got to Mex she was standing outside. I called it right. She was more casual. She was wearing a sun dress and let me tell you— her body was bangin’! I mean, I checked her out the previous night at dinner, but she was in work clothes. The dress she was wearing really showed off her body.

  “Hey, Lexi,” I greeted her with a smile. “Damn, I didn’t think it was possible, but you look even better than you did last night, girl!”

  “Aw, thanks,” she said. “I like your shirt. You guys like those tight fitting shirts. And there’s no complaint from me about that.”

  She blushed, and I loved that she was flirting with me.

  “Hey, if you got muscles, what’s the point if you don’t show ‘em off, am I right?” I said, a little nervous. “C’mon, I called ahead for a table.”

  We went inside and the place was chill. It was a weekday— a Monday at that. Guess all the college kids were in class and that it didn’t make sense to go to a restaurant for lunch when you were a struggling college student anyway. We got a good table, ordered some drinks and some wings. Lexi wasn’t shy about ordering some real food. None of the salad nonsense. I liked that. We got some margaritas too. This place was known for their very tall margaritas.

  “Lexi, I’m really glad you came out to lunch with me,” I said, being honest. “A lot of the guys date these football groupies, but that’s not me. My mother raised me better than that.”

  “Yeah, I know what you mean about getting a lot of offers,” she said. “I mean, I’m sure you do. Not me necessarily.”

  “Naw, a pretty thing like you, bet you can’t walk down the street without someone asking for your number, right?” I suggested.

  Damn, my game is rusty. This girl made me nervous. I ordered a drink. I figured it would calm me down a little.

  “I actually haven’t had time for dates,” Lexi said, looking a little embarrassed. “I was taking care of my dad for so long. Still do at times, but he’s better now.”

  “I know what you mean,” I said. “Taking care of my mom when she drank was tough. I didn’t have time for a lot of dating myself.”

  “Yeah, right?” agreed Lexi. “You just get caught up in the day to day…”

  “You lose sight of the bigger picture. Next thing you know, it’s two years, three years later,” I said, recognizing what she went through.

  “But you gotta make the time for yourself or find some way to cope. How did you cope?”

  “I played ball mostly,” I admitted. “It’s a good stress reliever sometimes.”

  “I worked out constantly,” she said. “Had a set up in my dad’s basement. Weights, yoga mat, the whole thing.”

  “You do yoga?”

  “A little bit. It can really center you sometimes.”

  “I did some martial arts for awhile. There’s meditation in that, but now that I’m in the big leagues there’s even more stress.”

  “But you have the money to take care of your mom and siblings.”

  “Yeah, but it’s all just checking in once in a while,” I said, a lit
tle sad. “Different than being there. If something happens, I’d never forgive myself.”

  “You can’t blame yourself for something that didn’t even happen or may not ever happen, Kyle.”

  “I know. You’re right.”

  Right then I knew, she got it. And she got me. She was a comfort and I found myself falling for her right then and there. It was crazy. I never felt this way about anyone so fast!

  Mad for Mex had a large selection of wings and we ordered all of them. And Lexi wasn’t messing around. She ordered a lot of hot stuff, too.

  “Damn,” I thought. “Was there anything not to like about this girl?”

  We started chowing down right away. The waiter brought us blue cheese and celery sticks. Some of the wing orders came with Ranch, but my girl, she knew the score.

  “Excuse me,” she said to the waiter. “This is Ranch. Anyone that eats Ranch with their wings is a dirty Communist! Please bring more blue cheese.”

  The waiter laughed and I laughed. Everywhere this girl went she just lit up the room. We had a couple of drinks too. Mad for Mex made massive Margaritas.

  “Oh, man,” she said after the carnage was over. “I think I ate too many wings.”

  “No such thing,” I assured her digging into the last plate. “You want any of these?”

  She waved me off. Quite frankly, I was impressed by the pile of bones in front of her. I knew wide receivers that couldn’t eat that many wings in a sitting.

  “Can I ask you a personal question?” she asked.

  “Sure.”

  “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want and obviously this entire conversation is off the record, but what happened to you and the Dallas coach? Why’d you piss on his car and post it on YouTube?”

  I was surprised she knew about that stupid stunt I’d pulled that had gotten me into a lot of trouble. Then I realized she was a reporter and had done her homework. Duh.

  “Honestly?” I asked her, deciding to just fess up.

  “Yeah.”

  “I was drunk off my ass. It was the dumbest thing I’d ever done and I’m not proud of it. Growing up in the limelight sure does suck.”

  “I get that,” she said, shrugging. “But my question is, why him? Because the Sea-Eagles and the Cowboys are rivals?”

  “I got drafted by Dallas originally. I’m from the area and I wanted to play for Dallas, but at the last minute, he traded me. I would’ve been closer to my family and my mom.”

  “Aw. Tough.”

  “Yeah, but it worked out. I’m on a better team. With great teammates. Plus, if I’m being totally honest, I had to get away. Taking care of my poor mom was consuming me.”

  “I know what you mean. You just lose all sense of perspective. I did with my dad. He had to tell me to get out and get a life.”

  “My mom was saying the same thing,” I said sadly. “Sometimes I think it was my fault she couldn’t handle rehab that first time.”

  “Oh, no, you can’t blame yourself,” said Lexi, putting a hand on mine. Her touch was fucking electrifying. “You’re a good son. You got her into rehab and you risked your career to take care of her.”

  “Yeah, but she was worried about me. That worry drove her back to the bottle.”

  “Parents worry about their children, Kyle. There’s nothing you can do about that. You’ll worry about your kids some day.”

  “Yeah, I will. You’re right,” I smiled. “You’re always right, Lexi.”

  We goofed around a little, but I was in total agreement.

  “I want kids one day,” I said. “What about you? You think you’ll have kids?”

  “Yeah, I’d like to have kids, I think,” she said. “Can’t imagine it now though. I feel like I am still a kid, ya know? Even taking care my dad— I mean, that forced me to grow up, but— I’d like some wild times too, ya know?”

  “You keep following the team, you’ll see some wild shit,” I told her. “I guarantee it.”

  “Like the stories from last night?”

  “Yeah, when the team goes out to party it can get out of hand.”

  “Where do you guys go?”

  “Dance clubs, strip clubs sometimes.”

  “Ah, ha!” she said, pretending to have nailed me in a scandal.

  “I’m not a big strip club guy, honest. I swear!” I laughed. “That’s like, going to a buffet where you can’t eat the food.”

  “I know, right? My girlfriends dragged me to a male strip club for a bachelorette party? It was so dumb.”

  “Ah, ha!” I countered.

  “No, no. The guys who strip are good looking, but it’s just not my kind of thing,” she said, wrinkling her nose in disdain.

  “I feel the same way about the female strippers,” I agreed.

  “I just can’t even imagine dating a stripper. Does he come home all oily?” she laughed. “Like the shower drain would be choked with glitter!”

  “This one time, we were on the road and I was rooming with Shenk, a linebacker,” I said, starting to tell the story. “He brings this girl back and they’re both drunk. I’m pretty sure she was a stripper, but I wasn’t positive.”

  “Was she wearing tassels on her breasts?” laughed Lexi.

  “She was well endowed, let’s put it that way!” I said. “So I have a big day the next morning. I can’t miss or be late for a practice, so there’s no way I’m getting out of bed. I just pretend to be asleep.”

  “Oh, my God!”

  “Yeah, I had to! Coach would cut me if I missed a practice.”

  “And he just let you lie there?”

  “Oh, he tried to wake me up to get me out of there,” I explained. “He kind of drunk punched me a little and said to get out, but I just pretended to keep snoring.”

  Lexi laughed. She had a great laugh.

  “Now they start getting undressed,” I said. “I could hear clothes coming open and landing on the floor and her bra lands right across my face. As soon as that happens, I know she’s a stripper because they’re always bathed in body oil that smells like some kind of fruit so they smell good for the customers on a lap dance, after getting all sweaty dancing on stage.”

  “Oh, God, what did you do?”

  “Well, at first I just lied there, but they start having sex and it’s loud. Like way too loud for people in the next room, much less me who is supposed to be asleep!”

  Lexi snorted, she was laughing so hard.

  “So I pretend to roll over to get the bra off me and it works and falls to the floor,” I explained. “But now I’m facing his bed and I can see in the dark them moving up and down. They are in the middle of a serious 69.”

  She laughed and began to blush.

  “After a few minutes, finally they finish each other. She’s done moaning and he’s done moaning,” I explain. “She turns the light on and he lifts his head up and coughs. Glitter shoots out of his mouth and all over the room. And I’m like, holy crap, this girl’s pussy is full of glitter! She has to be a stripper.”

  “Oh, my God! I can’t breathe,” laughed Lexi.

  “She turns, sees that I’m awake and asks me if I want a ride,” I said, wrapping up the story. “I’m just like, lady, I got practice tomorrow. And that is just some fucked up shit. So I shut off the light and went back to sleep.”

  You know that feeling you get when you banter back and forth with someone and it just works? That’s what I was getting from Lexi. It was effortless. We were like best friends in two sentences.

  We spent the next half hour making jokes about strippers and dating other people with weird jobs. I wanted to stay longer, but I had to get to a players meeting. No way I could miss it being on probation with the coach for my prior incident in which I exhibited very bad decision making. I paid the check and walked her to her car.

  “Lexi, I gotta say, I just had the best time with you.”

  “Yeah, it was great,” she smiled. “I really enjoyed hanging out with you too, Kyle.

  “This m
ight sound weird, but I haven’t dated a lot.”

  “I know. Me neither. I’m actually— Well, nevermind.”

  “What?”

  “No, it’s kind of embarrassing.”

  “It’s okay, but if you don’t want to—"

  “I’m a virgin.”

  “Oh.”

  “Is that weird?”

  I honestly didn’t know how to respond to that. I guess I paused a little too long.

  “Sorry, I’m sorry,” she said, embarrassed.

  “No-no-no, it’s not weird. I just didn’t know what to say,” I admitted. “It’s not weird. It’s just…rare. I think it makes you special.”

  I had had to watch what I said because I was so fucking excited. My cock was getting so hard, thinking of being the first one to ever fuck her. I really wanted to see her again. But I didn’t want to look so fucking eager.

  “Oh, you’re so sweet.”

  She leaned in and I leaned in and we kissed. This kiss was better than a hundred touchdowns. It was like a shock. Like being tackled out of nowhere. We lost track of time. It felt like we were standing on the street for just hours kissing. It may have been a moment or a thousand years, I wouldn’t have known. Finally, we pulled back.

  “Wow,” she said.

  “Yeah, wow,” I said back.

  He phone rang. I could see on her phone screen it was Carey.

  “I’ll get it later,” she dismissed.

  “No, it’s okay. I need a second to calm down.”

  She glanced down. I was at full mast. I mean, I was rock hard. She tried not to laugh. I turned away and hid my junk behind her car. A few people walked by and I tried to think of baseball. I liked to think of things I didn’t like when trying to get rid of a boner. And I had never liked baseball. What a boring sport, compared to football. Definitely an excitement killer.

  “Hey Carey,” greeted Lexi. “Oh, you want to have dinner with me?”

  I gestured to her. If I was going to win her, I wanted to win her fair and square.

  “I’m not jealous, go ahead,” I told her.

  “But, why?”