Spencer and Morgan are already there. Spencer is straight-faced, which I expect. He pretty much always is. But Morgan looks happy for some reason. That calms me down a little bit. This can’t be so bad if he looks that pleased.
“What’s up?” I ask as I sit down across from them.
“Well.” Marshall clears his throat. “I want to start by saying we know this is weird. We fully expect you’re going to hate this idea, and if you do, it’s truly no problem at all. We will go about our lives as if we never suggested it, so you don’t need to worry about that at all.”
“Okay…” This is reminiscent of the day they told me they all liked me.
“Okay, so,” Morgan begins, “I know that in the past, we’ve made our feelings clear to you and you’ve said that you couldn’t choose between us.”
“Right,” I say. “And I still can’t.” I want to make that very clear. As much as I like all of them, I couldn’t possibly choose and the thought of hurting any one of them breaks my heart.
“But what if you didn’t have to?” Morgan asks.
My brow furrows. “I don’t understand.”
I can see Spencer and Marshall starting to look a little nervous, but not Morgan. He seems as sure of himself as ever.
“We all have feelings for you and I think you have feelings for each of us, so what if you just never had to choose?” Morgan repeats.
I’m positive that I must be misunderstanding him. He couldn’t really be suggesting what I think he’s suggesting.
“You mean… you want me to date all of you?” I ask.
“Yes!”
“But… but how could I do that?” I ask. “Wouldn’t that hurt your feelings? I mean, won’t you guys be jealous of each other?”
It’s my greatest fantasy. It’s where my thoughts go when I’m alone… me, with all of them, each of them fully okay with sharing me. But I constantly push that thought out of my head because it’s unreasonable. It isn’t how relationships work.
Even with Morgan suggesting it now, I’m positive that it would end badly. At some point, they’re going to get jealous. Someone is going to want to be my one and only, and it’ll implode the entire dynamic.
“We’ve discussed it.” Marshall speaks now. “And we don’t believe we’ll get jealous. We haven’t so far. We all really like you, and to us, it sounds like a good idea. We all get to have you, spend time with you, get close to you… and none of us has to lose out on you.”
I look to Spencer, who’s been very quiet. “You don’t think you’ll get jealous either?” I ask.
“No, I really don’t. Unless you decided you liked them two and had no interest in me. In that case, yeah, I’d be pretty upset. But if you cared about us all in the same way, there’s no problem.”
I’m shocked to hear this, especially from Spencer. He’s always come off as so alpha.
“I do care about all of you the same,” I’m sure to tell them. “I can’t even explain it. You’ve all been so amazing to me, but all in your own way. I can’t imagine giving up any one of you, which is why I’ve stayed away from all of you. And on paper, this is a dream situation. But could it really work? Could we actually do this? It seems so… unconventional.”
“And?” Morgan asks. “Do we really care about that, about convention? I don’t want to give up on something that’s going to make me happy because the rest of the world thinks it’s weird. All I care about is what you think and how you feel.”
I bite my lip, my stomach filling with butterflies. “I think… I think this would make me happy, too.”
I can’t believe the words that are coming out of my mouth. I’m stunned that I’m agreeing to this situation. It feels so far-fetched. It’s the kind of thing I thought was only possible in a dream. But here we all are, agreeing to the one thing I’ve wanted so badly since I started this job.
The feeling that comes over me is strange and foreign. I’m happy, but it goes so far beyond simple happiness. I feel joy, pure joy, and unadulterated bliss. After all the stress of the past two days, I hadn’t realized how unhappy I’d been.
This feels like the one thing that’s going to make me really, truly happy.
“All right, then,” Spencer says, breaking the silence. “How exactly do we want to do this?”
“Well, we should probably take things slow, right?” Marshall suggests. “This is all going to be new to us, something we need to navigate. We should probably do so carefully.”
“Right, yeah, and you should set the pace, Sarah,” Morgan suggests.
Go slow? Take things steady?
That is going to be in direct contradiction to the pace I want to set.
I’ve just got the happiest news I can think of… that the men I’m interested in want me back. I don’t want to take things slow. I want to go full rebellion and have them exactly the way I want. I want to say “screw it” to the ideas of my parents about a woman being chaste and virtuous.
I remember what Morgan told me. I’m an adult. I can make my own decisions. So that means I can fool around with whomever I damn well please.
So, if I get to decide, I’m deciding to go full throttle.
I stand up. “What if I don’t want to take it slow?”
“How do you mean?” Morgan asks in his adorable, usual naïve way.
“What if I want all of you right now?” I ask. “Could I do that? Could I have you?”
“Want us… sexually?” Spencer feels the need to clarify.
I don’t answer with words and, instead, peel my shirt off. It feels so good to just do what I want.
I walk over to Marshall, climbing onto his lap, facing him. His mouth has fallen open in surprise. Stroking the stubble on his jaw, I touch my lips to his, kissing him and waiting for him to respond, hoping against hope that he’ll let go too and respond positively.
He kisses me back, his tongue smooth and rough at the same time against mine. I grind against his crotch as he takes me in his arms. Then I feel a hand on the back of my head, fingers running through my hair, and I break our kiss to see Spencer standing there. Spencer leans in and kisses me as Marshall’s hands begin to move over my body, sending shivers through me.
I switch back and forth between the two, my tongue exploring both of their mouths, Marshall’s stubble and Spencer’s clean-shaven smoothness. I pray that Morgan joins in and, to my relief, a few seconds later he’s next to Morgan and we’re all kissing and touching.
But I want so much more than simply making out.
In a blur, we all get undressed. I feel my bra loosen and let it fall off the front of me, but I’ve got no idea who’s unhooked it. I don’t much care. I’m only happy that things are finally happening, and I’m so excited to finally get to live my greatest fantasy. I can feel myself getting wet as their hands cover me, touching and exploring.
Marshall is the last to get undressed I’m on top of him. But he quickly flips me over onto the large couch and once he has me where he wants me, he begins to take his clothes off too.
I wriggle out of my jeans and panties, and feel the cool air on my flesh as I lie naked in front of them. For a moment I can see confusion on Morgan and Spencer’s face. Marshall is in the best position to take me but I can see they’re trying to understand how this is going to work. I hope they’re not worried to cross any lines.
I know how it’s going to work. I’ve played this fantasy out in my head many times. And though I’ve never been so bold, in this moment, I don’t mind giving instruction.
“You,” I reach out for Morgan’s leg and pull him close to me. He stands to my right, kneeling a little on the couch so that his dusky, thick cock is right in my face. “I want to suck you.”
“And you,” I turn to Spencer, “you can titty-fuck me.”
I see shock on his face, but it gives way to a smile as he climbs on top of me.
When everyone is in the right position, I turn my attention to Morgan. I put a hand on his ass and yank him toward me, licking the h
ead of his cock before finally taking the length of it into my mouth. It’s big and hard, but the skin is so soft and smooth and vaguely salty. Morgan is groaning softly and I’ve got chills.
The only thing that makes the moment better is when Marshall starts to press his dick against my opening, running the head of his cock up and down before hilting himself into my soaking-wet pussy. Giving pleasure is damn nice but receiving it at the same time is a whole new level. He thumbs my clit as I shiver with delight at being filled for the first time.
I didn’t know what to expect when he took my virgin pussy. I wondered if it would hurt, but it doesn’t. It’s tight and full, but I guess I was so turned on and wet, he just slid right in.
He slowly moves out and into me and each time he completely buries himself inside I’m overwhelmed by how good it feels, the sensations that I never even knew existed. I have no idea how I’m ever going to masturbate again after this. It simply isn’t going to compare.
I’m moaning in pleasure against Morgan’s cock as Spencer takes both of my tits in his hands, massages them and thumbs both nipples as he pushes them together. As he rolls his fingers around my nipples the sensation overwhelms me. It’s almost too much to handle. I feel like I’m in a dream, like this level of pleasure could not possibly exist in real life. It’s better than my best fantasy, more than I could have ever hoped for.
I feel like time is speeding up. I’m so focused on the overwhelming pleasure and taking in Morgan’s cock that I don’t know how long it’s been. When I hear Spencer cry out as he shoots hot cum onto my chest, it comes as a complete surprise—a dream come true.
Morgan groans and his cock stiffens even more in my mouth. I reach up and take his balls in my hand, stroking their surface, and they tighten in anticipation. “I’m going to come,” he chokes out, and tries to pull himself out of my mouth.
But I don’t let him. I’m ready for it. I’m ready and willing to swallow every drop of his cum and as I do, Marshall pounds my pussy even faster than he was before. I know he’s got to be turned on by the sight of me. Seeing me shivering with pleasure, moaning and swallowing Morgan’s cum while covered in Spencer’s is more than he can take.
It’s all more than I can take too. When Morgan slides his cock out of my mouth I can’t help but moan. I have no control over myself—I know that the orgasm is coming. It’s building up, the pleasure intensifying, my heart racing.
When it rolls through me it is by far the strongest orgasm I’ve ever had. I close my eyes and experience it fully, Marshall’s cock sliding in and out of me at a frantic pace, my body trembling as I gasp for air. My pussy pulses, gripping Marshall’s cock even tighter.
Marshall begins to yell out too, the new sensation of my pussy pushing him over the edge and he shoots his load deep into me. I’m now covered in jizz and filled with it…
And I love the way that feels.
Every thought my parents had tried to plant in me about sexuality and promiscuity, every worry I have ever had about my first time, it all fades. Nothing about this feels wrong or sinful. I just feel… happy, really and truly happy.
And when I look at the boys to see them all grinning at me, I know that they’re happy too. And the best part? This may have been the first time we all had sex together, but it certainly won’t be the last.
Sarah
Despite being insanely busy today with all the new check-ins, I’m floating on air. I have this smile on my face that is plastered there. It feels permanent. I hope that it is.
So far, this has been a dream. I thought I might actually wake up this morning and realize it truly is a dream. But no. I woke up to thoughts of my time with the boys.
The most amazing time I’ve ever had in my life.
I never thought that when I lost my virginity, it was going to be to three men, but now I’m throwing out all preconceived notions of myself and how I should be. Before I used to tell myself I didn’t want to live my life by someone else’s parameters, and now I know I’m going by my own feelings.
I also thought that after I lost it, I might feel guilty. After so many years of my parents instilling in me that sex was bad, you’d think fucking three men in one night would have some nasty emotional ramifications, but it doesn’t. I’m happier than I’ve ever been. I’ve never felt so good. I never imagined I could feel so satisfied.
I’m so happy that, today, I don’t even really mind doing Eva’s work.
Well, okay, I do mind. But I’m not angry at her. With there being so many guests today, it would be really helpful if she could do her job, but I’m not fuming about it because I feel so at peace.
As I’m cleaning, I hear someone walking down the halls. I expect one of the boys to walk in and I’m thrilled at the idea of seeing them.
To my surprise, it’s Eva. If I’m honest, it’s the first time I’ve even seen her in a guest suite.
I’m relieved to see her because I’m totally swamped.
“Okay, awesome, you’re here. So I’ve done most of the room, but could you go into the bathroom and get started?” I ask her.
She doesn’t answer and doesn’t move toward the bathroom. She takes a seat in the large red armchair in the corner of the room.
“Um...what’s going on? What are you doing?” I ask.
“How did you do it?” she says, her voice cold.
I have no idea what she’s talking about, but I assume it has to do with the task at hand. “Well, with the bathrooms, I do the countertops first, and—”
“Not that!” she snaps. “How did you weasel your way into the house with the boys?”
I’m so blown away by her question that at first I have no idea how to even react.
“What? Are you serious right now?” I ask.
“Yeah, I wanna know. How did you get in good with the guys? Which one of them are you fucking?”
My face turns red. I can feel the heat on my cheeks. I was always prone to blushing.
Of course, I had sex with all of them. But she couldn’t know that. And it has nothing to do with why they allowed me to come stay with them.
“They’re letting me live with them because they’re kind and I’m in a difficult situation.” I try to keep my voice calm.
“I don’t fucking buy that for one second. They didn’t offer me a place in their house.”
No fucking shit they didn’t! Why would they?
I’m so furious with her that my normally passive demeanor leaves me. Ever since I started working here, I’ve been covering for this girl and not saying a word about the fact that she does practically nothing! I’m over here doing her job and she shows up not intending to help me, but just to berate me out of jealousy?
She can go straight to hell.
“Oh, I don’t know, perhaps it’s because they can’t stand you. You’re spoiled, entitled, and a hot-ass mess. They give you a place to stay and you repay that by never doing a lick of work? And you want to stay with them? You’re lucky to have a roof over your head at all!”
She stands up to me. “How dare you. I’ve known Marshall far longer than you have, you stupid bitch. I had a relationship with him.”
I have to laugh at this. “For fuck’s sake, Eva, you dated in high school! That isn’t exactly serious relationship material! You need to get a grip. Maybe if you start doing your job, the guys will like you better.”
“Or maybe they’ll like me better if I suck their dicks like you do,” she says bitingly.
“Nah, pretty sure they wouldn’t let you.”
It’s probably the meanest thing I’ve ever said to someone, but I truly don’t care. How dare she come at me this way. I will never help this woman out again. She has no right.
The comment sends her over the edge, and in that moment, I swear she’s going to slap me. I’m not sure what I’ll do if she does. I’ve never fought anyone before.
But thankfully, there’s a slam of a door downstairs. Usually this means one of the guys are coming back, so she backs off. I’n
sure she knows getting caught in a physical fight with me would definitely lead to her getting fired.
But it’s not the boys. It’s Hayley.
“Mom, I’m bored!” she whines as she walks in. “There’s nothing to do.”
Eva rolls her eyes at Hayley. Her annoyance at her own daughter stings me. Especially with what I’m going through with my own mom, I could never imagine treating my child this way.
“Well, help clean or something!” Eva spits. “Wash the mirrors, I don’t fucking know.”
Eva gets up and rushes out of the room, leaving Hayley with me. Her eyes are huge and her chin is trembling. My heart breaks for the girl.
“Hey, Hayley, that’s actually a good idea. You can help me with the corners,” I suggest, gesturing to the bedsheet.
I don’t really need help with the corners. If anything, having Hayley’s help is probably going to slow things down. But I can’t stand to see the girl heartbroken this way. She doesn’t deserve the way her mom treats her.
She picks up the corner of the sheet and I show her how to fold and tuck it. When we finish making the bed, I pat her shoulder.
“Wow, you’re a pro at this,” I say.
“Really?” she looks up at me, her eyes no longer so sad.
“Yep! This is an absolutely perfect bed!” I tell her.
It’s such a little thing, but the praise really seems to make her feel good. I guess she doesn’t get much attention or positive reinforcement.
“Is there anything else we can clean?” Hayley asks, scanning the room.
“We’re pretty much done here.” I look around the room. “I’m finished cleaning for the day. What about baking some scones for the new guests this morning? Do you want to maybe help with that?”
I steel myself, expecting her to reject the offer. That’s how Hayley’s been. One second she’s excited and sweet, and the next disgusted and snobby. I’m thrilled when she agrees, clapping her hands together.
“Yeah!”
“Okay, great! Let’s go do that.”
To my surprise, she ends up shadowing me the whole day. She’s pleasantly polite to every guest that comes in, especially the ones with children. It’s nice to see how much better her attitude is when she’s got some proper supervision and attention.
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