by Ryan Ramsay
“That’s not fair!” Chad says, seeming hurt.
“You took her virginity, and that was the prize,” Mia says. “There’s no rule saying the others can’t have their way with her when you’re done.”
Damn, she’s a cold-hearted business woman. But I’m glad for that.
I watch as Amy takes me in now, sucking and probing me as if money is on the other end. And I suppose it is.
My knees elbow in, and I lean into her ears, ready to give her the time of her life.
“If you enjoyed how I ate your delicious pussy, imagine what it would feel like to fuck me,” I tell her, loud enough for the boys to hear.
She obliges me with a nod.
Chad makes room.
Matt slides from underneath her and lifts her up, high enough for me to grab her by her ass, allowing her to straddle her thighs across my pelvis. Matt had his fun. Now it’s my turn.
I push it in. She starts to moan. I place her lips on mine and purse them shut. I can taste cum, pre-cum, and a lot of her essence. And by that, I guess I’m not the only one turned on by the act.
Her cunt invites me. And I indulge her. Her clothes are all on the floor now, as are mine.
I kiss and caress her bare ass, parting the flesh and digging deeper into her.
Chad comes around and fondles one of her breasts. Matt joins in and grabs the other one. Now there are three of us pleasuring her at the same time, sharing her and enjoying how we all make her feel good.
I let go of her lips and focus on holding her, making her comfortable, making her scream my name.
The boys go to town on her neck and lips, kissing and making hickeys where they should be. I see them stroking their cocks as they watch me fucking her. I see her clench her jaws.
And what makes my balls tighten, most of all, are her nails. They start tender at first, cascading down my back.
“That’s it,” I tell her. “That’s how you claim me as your own.”
It’s those damn nails, I think.
Now, she digs and tears into my flesh, moaning into Chad’s mouth, scratching Matt’s nape, and clamping her pussy down on my flesh.
I want to see her insides squeal and vibrate. And in doing so, I feel her echo beneath me. Her pussy lets out a hollow sound, and soft drips of squirt trickle down my shaft in slow succession as her breasts jiggle.
I made her feel so good she squirted. Sure, the other guys had a hand in it- quite literally, as at one point Matt was rubbing her clit while my cock was inside her wet pussy hole, and Chad was playing with her nipples, rolling them back and forth in his fingers while Matt and I watched and enjoyed.
But I’m the one whose cock was in her when she came so much that she squirted. And that’s something I’ll never forget.
I feel close to cumming myself, but I hold back. I want this to last. I love having my cock in Amy’s warm and welcoming pussy.
I thrust it in her harder, faster, as she moans and screams my name.
I can’t believe my luck, to be fucking a girl this amazing. Yes, I paid a pretty prize to do it, but I know she’s enjoying this just as much as I am. And I just can’t get enough of her.
She smells like fresh outdoors, like the small town girl that she is. She looks like a curvy goddess.
Usually I don’t ever want to see a girl again after I’ve fucked her. But this time, I don’t ever want to have to walk away from Amy. I want to keep fucking her as much as I can.
But as I see the happy looks on my friends’ faces, I know that this might be a problem.
Because they’re obviously thinking the exact same thing.
Chapter 8
Amy
My body is hoisted above, with Chad, Matt and Richard holding me up and drawing out a part of me that I never knew existed. Dick’s cock plunges into me. It’s a little rough, but I love every second of it.
I feel Matt’s tongue down my throat. Chad takes his cock and places its tip across my thighs, close to my ass. I don’t know whose skin I’m digging my nails into. I don’t want to know.
Richard slaps harder and harder, and I clench and squeeze every drop of his cum inside me. My body aches. My soul screams.
And yet I still want more. I open my eyes and smack my tongue on my upper lip. Richard plops his cock out and holds me still.
“On the bed,” I barely whisper.
They all work together and make me comfortable. Chad rests between my thighs and looks me in the eye. Matt and Dick lie side by side and watch me, fondling and tickling my skin with gentle bites. I warn Chad with a glint in my eye that this is not going to be a soft fuck.
He blinks.
I take that as a sign of agreement.
He slides into me to the hilt, and then stops. I open my arms wide enough and shut my eyes. He grinds and pumps me slow, claiming every inch of my pussy. I love how he stuffs me full of his cock, cramming himself all the way inside me, stretching out my hole as far as it will go for his big dick.
My head bangs softly into the pillows behind me, and my body crawls with pleasure unbound while I caress the men beside me.
This is it. This is what Mia was talking about: the act of unselfish love, an act of kindness that transcends two beings. Chad continues to fuck me until he cums, shooting his load into my waiting and pussy and groaning my name as he does so.
Richard takes his place, his cock sliding into my wet pussy that Chad had just came in. I back into him while he holds on tight to my ass and slaps it a few times, saying, “Fuck yeah, you’re my dirty little girl, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” I tell him, as he spreads my ass cheeks apart, grabbing them in handfuls and spanking them. “You make me turn into your little slut.”
I can’t believe the words that are coming out of my mouth, and I don’t even care. These men make me lose control entirely.
I watch and wait, kiss and caress, forgetting who is in my arms, forgetting who is inside me as of now. All of them are one. All of them are one man, taking me whole and ripping me apart to their liking.
Richard slides his cock in and out of me, telling the other guys, “Look what I do to her pussy. It makes her so wet. Her little hole is just begging me to put my cock back in it, every time it comes out.”
“Whatever,” the other two say, knowing I’m just as aching, empty and dripping wet without their cocks inside me, too. “She likes all three of us fucking her at once.”
“Is that true?” Richard asks, spanking me harder, so hard that the guys wince at the red marks that appear on my ass and say, “Now, maybe not so hard…”
“Yes,” I call out, meaning yes, give it to me harder. But all I say is, “Yes, I love all three of you fucking me at once. I need you to keep giving me your big, hard cocks, all the time.”
“Sounds good to me,” Richard says, as he slaps my pussy, too, and grabs my clit and plays with it while he fucks me.
Suddenly I’m drowning in a sea of orgasmic waves, cumming over and over, while Richard’s cock pulses in my pussy and gets ready to come too.
As his cum shoots out into me, my pussy feels owned, a feeling I never dared fantasized about before. I wish I knew, but now is better.
Now, I know what true acceptance is.
True acceptance of what life can be.
I have shed my skin and let go of the lies I constantly told myself to stay alive.
I am a new person.
I am me.
Chapter 9
Matt
We stand under a waning and waxing moon just shy of a quiet sunset. The ladies, Amy and Mia, sit upon the grass-covered seats right in front of us.
Amy has changed and the new wardrobe looks great on her: grey fitted pants with a turquoise blouse and knee-high horse-riding boots. I can smell her hair from here: sun-kissed raspberry and almond pine.
I really wish this wasn’t over. But it is. I have the bracelet. I got my virgin. And still I want more with her.
“Thank you for playing the game, gentlemen. I am sure you had immense am
ounts of fun. Sadly, as always, the beginning must always find its end,” Mia says.
“You will now leave fuller, I hope, than you arrived here. Our winner Matt here goes home a winner, and so do all of you, because you all were able to partake. And Amy’s a winner, too. Plus, some of that extra that you forked out for your extra activities,” she adds with a wink, “go into my pocketbook, so I’m a winner too. You will note that Damien, one of our former players, was instructed to bring you to this place. I apologize for the clandestine act, but you were simply the best candidates for our Amy here.”
So, this place does take referrals.
That clears that part up.
Mia pauses.
“Any last words before we depart?”
Her eyes are trained on me.
“Will I see you again?” I ask Amy.
This isn’t like me. I’m usually avoiding questions like this from the other end. But now I feel powerless in her presence. She makes me feel as if I need her.
She meekly smiles, her lips brightening the end of my day.
She blinks shyly.
“I would love to see you again, Amy,” I tell her. “Please say yes.”
“That wouldn’t be fair, now would it?” echoes Dick. “We all got a chance at her; why don’t we all get to see her?”
“It doesn’t work that way. Fortunately for you,” adds Mia, “it is all up to Amy.”
She turns to her.
“What do you say, Amy?”
“Perhaps,” I interject, not wanting to know her answer, “we could all individually take her out on a date. A proper date, more than just sex and money. Then, and only then, can she make a proper choice.”
“That sounds great,” says Chad.
Amy seems a tad overwhelmed by the response: her brow forms a wrinkle just enough to hint at uncertainty.
“I would love to see you all some time. But I have to catch up with my sister first. Don’t worry,” she adds, at my unhidden disapproval, “I have Mia here to contact each of you when the time comes. All I can say for now,” she lingers at me, “is thank you.”
Mia snickers and nods, as if victorious of a small win. I quiet down and resign myself to the unknown, watching the sun set far longer than it should.
***
“Well someone’s in love, huh?” Chad teases on our way home.
“Smitten is more like it.”
Dick sits comfortably close to the driver’s hatch. I sit closer to the door.
The limo moves quickly towards the airport, as much as I wish we didn’t have to leave.
Chad reaches out and pours us all a drink. I grab mine and measure it for a moment, then tip it over in my mouth. We savor the silence and mourn the end of our fun game in peace.
I can’t believe how different the aura is when compared to our trip out here. All of us are subdued, likely thinking of the same exact thing. Person. Amy.
“I can’t help it. She’s everything I think I’ve missed in my life,” I say.
They turn to me, not in disdain or mockery, but in a wise manner of acknowledgment.
Dick swills his drink cheek to cheek.
“She’s something special, isn’t she?” he says.
The silence is enough of an answer. It has stopped raining, and the sunset finally lets up a dreary violet sky.
The truth lingers much longer than it should, taking up much more space in our minds than it should, and we all know it.
Chapter 10
Amy
The sweetly colored yellow awning pulls slightly lower than it should. Blooming daffodils and lilies, neatly growing together in still, clay pots with little etchings in them gently swoon in the evening breeze.
Below the flowers, angular Aztec lines lead up to my feet, under a strong oak table. The edgy folds swathe at my knees, where my pink chiffon dress ends.
I look down and smile at the playful strings that make the inner fibers of my thin scarf. Swallowing hard and rubbing my palms together, I smile ahead.
Christy sits to my right. To my left, Stephanie laughs and takes a drawn out sip of her wine.
“I never thought I would see you again,” she says, with a mild glance at me. “It’s nice.”
“You kinda left without notice.”
I lean in against the golden tablecloth and lift a red berry off the saucer as I say this. It melts under the pressure of my tongue. Juicy. I savor the flavor for a moment before adding:
“If we’re not careful, it may start to be considered a trend.”
Christy shoots me a sarcastic glare.
“I had to. Love called. I answered,” says Stephanie.
“Love,” I retort. My elbow itches. “Is it really?”
Christy coughs a little louder than she should and reaches for her water.
“I’m not trying to be a dick and all. And I am not at all being judgmental,” I add, recalling my recent escapades with Richard, Matt and Chad. “Just tell me. Tell us. Tell us how you got from an innocent church-girl to being, well, you.”
Stephanie considers me for a moment.
She clears her throat, soothes her palms together and starts to explain.
“When Mia came to me and whisked me out of my measly existence, I was bored. I just wanted to try it out, you know? I know how that comes off, but it’s true. I wanted to see where it would lead. Thank you,” she trails off to the waitress, who is offloading another bottle of wine on the table.
Christy smiles and requests some more cornbread for the table before resuming her full attention.
“It wasn’t just sex,” Stephanie continues. “Don’t let your mind fool you. That was an experience.”
“An experience,” repeats Christy. “Could you elaborate?”
“When I met my husbands, I thought it would be a simple game of Marco Polo on a random Easter Sunday. I wasn’t expectant of much, maybe a quick kiss here and a fast peck there,” she said.
She is staring wistfully at the sky, as if remember.
“Then I got to know each of them individually,” she finally continued. “There was William, the self-obsessed schemer that always knew what he wanted. Then there was Frank, the overly accomplished lover who gave more than he wanted to receive. And then there was Nathan, the fun one: always honest, always true. But when it all started out, they were solid, great fucks. Nothing more to them than their names and their money. I suppose I needed a while to figure the truth out.”
“What truth?” I ask, with the taste of cornbread and berries filling the back of my tongue.
Stephanie smiles and turns to Christy.
“That there is more to this than the money,” my sister solemnly says.
And Stephanie nods her agreement.
“From the first time you lose sight of the wealth and the fancy cars and the private planes. Well, maybe the thirtieth time,” Christy smirks, “you start seeing the men for who they really are— hungry, thirsty and wanting of love from someone to see them for a little bit more than their wallets and their brains. Someone like me. Someone like Stephanie. Someone… like you.”
It makes sense.
They sip on their wine and watch me. Watch me, like I’m a spectacle. I ignore this and look straight through the skyline. We’re sixteen floors up in the most respectable restaurant on the island and they don’t even want to watch the fading sunset.
“I know how hard it can be,” says Stephanie.
“Believe it or not, me too,” Christy agrees.
“But you need to really consider this. When was the last time you were in love?” asks Stephanie.
I almost choke.
Christy offers a smile.
I guess my awkward swig of water answers that question.
“Then go ahead. Let them take you on a date.”
Stephanie bites on her recently tabled shrimp and smiles at the waitress. She thanks her in mildly fluent Japanese. Christy rolls her chopsticks and twiddles them between her thumbs, ready to munch on her dumplings and rice.<
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I look at the plate before me. A salad will do. I’m not much for foreign food.
“It won’t be a good idea though if you start choosing which one is better than the other,” says Christy. “It’s impossible. Trust me. That can’t work.”
“Why not?” I ask offhandedly.
The salad is actually refreshing, like a bite out of freshly mown grass. Not that I’ve ever eaten freshly mown grass. I’m just saying that if I did, it would taste like this… never mind, it doesn’t matter. I am so weird sometimes. Especially when I’m trying to avoid finding out my own truth.
“Because it cannot happen, sis. And I know you know.”
“How?”
“That look in your eye when we mention you being taken out on a date by them. Also how your back straightens when you recall your time with them.”
Stephanie is quite cheeky today.
I don’t know whether to react or keep on eating.
This is an actual reaction, isn’t it?
“I think you’re both right. Matt, Richard and Chad each have different qualities that make me want to see them again.”
Such as green eyes.
A tender, talented tongue.
Rough hands.
Fat cocks.
My thighs tighten.
“I’ll consider the advice of women like you who are in committed relationships and act accordingly. Now can we please talk about happier things? Like how many times have you guys been to Japan? Or when was the last time you spoke to your family?”
Ouch. That last one is for Stephanie, as was the first one, since she’s the only person I’ve met who regularly travels to Japan— her sister married someone in the military and she goes and visits her in Okinawa.
Of course, I’m more concerned about the second question than the first one. I know I’m reaching here, but I have to know.
Getting married is no small thing. Families have to get involved one way or the other. And families should approve of a union. Otherwise, is this even a good idea?