One hot chick, three beef-cake guys, air-tight sex,
It was a Saturday and Sydney's hottest summer day in years.
I was thankful that Mandy, who had skipped our shared apartment two months ago without paying her proportion of the rent, the electricity and water bill, and the internet connection and sneakily emptied the grocery kitty fund on top of the fridge — hadn't, for some reason, taken the large free-standing reverse-cycle air conditioning unit.
I surmised the element was too big to put in her pissy little Kia.
Hey, I was a tad annoyed with her.
She dropped out of Uni for a guy, just like that. And here I was, newly moved in with her only four months ago, with all the frickin bills.
Still, I assumed items like the TV, the fridge, the washing machine and the lounge came with the apartment, you know, semi-furnished or again, Mandy hadn't cared, caught in the glare of love and didn't give a fuck about her white goods or would rudely turn up one day and demand them.
I'd deal with that when it happened. It was just too hot to think today.
When some mail kept arriving from some company and addressed to her, I initially piled them up inside the front door on the side table.
Then I couldn't give a stuff and started throwing them away. Even though they were arriving marked urgent and the last envelope had some default bullshit warning on the outside.
Maybe it was her bloody car they were after.
God, it was hot. I turned the air conditioner fan on maximum, and even in a small front room, it struggled to make a difference.
I thought a cool shower was the go, so I stripped off and got ready. I realised my body felt good and more relaxed as I caught a waft from the fan.
Mmm, this was the way to go, my birthday suit and the air-con.
It was even better as I lifted and separated my sweaty boobs and opened my legs where, even though I was nicely shaved; my lipettes lay tacked together.
I enjoyed myself nicely; the cool wafting air aroused my body, and I started playing with myself slowly.
You know the soft, slow, alone, sensual arousal, working the secret spots that give the assured response back to you so easily.
The knocking at the door was loud and intrusive.
I was naked, fondling my tits and fingering my girly zone in the lounge, in front of the fan.
I scrambled around, bother my clothes, all crumpled. I was somewhat annoyed. I wasn't expecting anyone.
Then I thought, if it's Mandy, the bitch isn't getting the air-conditioner today, no way.
I went to my bedroom and grabbed my bathrobe. Whoever it was, I would look vanity room busy and give them the short shift.
The banging lifted to intense. Closer to thumping.
I slid the security bolt back and released the deadlock.
My face was suddenly full of a piece of paper thrust directly at my nose with some swift, garbled, obviously rehearsed script sounding like a 'bailiff's court order,' 'default payments,' and 'repossession.'
Then the door frame was occupied, by three big guys.
No exaggeration; they were huge guys all over six feet.
Well, even at five-seven, I looked up without heels. As a slim brunette with free-flowing hair, I appreciated the excess muscle and six-packs on display.
Wow, was this more packing beefcake than I usually got to process, and it was decidedly close.
"Ms Mandy Hodge, we are now going to enter your premises and remove all the default items," said the middle dude with a cute man bun and a sculptured, well-cropped dark beard.
His eyes were piercing blue.
He wasn't looking at me; he was already scanning for items behind me.
Where I got the gumption to put my hand across the door and say, "Now hold it, I'm not Ms Hodge."
This might have worked, but my bathrobe, which wasn't tied securely in my rush, swished open with my outstretched arm.
The three guys got a zoom lens, a free fleeting glimpse of my shaved private region and my fulsome, even tanned tits.
Okay, I like nude beaches! Not the geriatric pervs who congregate on them.
"Oh shit," I crossed the ties back across the bathrobe securely at my waist.
I lifted the corner of the garment higher across my wayward titties with my slender well-manicured fingers.
Well, at least that stopped the middle guy's rant.
What is it about even the slightest unexpected peak of a woman's body that shuts males up?
I started again and realised I had a captive audience; all eyes were on me and over me.
I saw that the guy on the left was younger with brown eyes, and the guy on the right had serpent tats on both his exposed forearms.
Well, it was t-shirt weather.
"I'm Phoebe Ellison, and I'm currently renegotiating the lease with the owner," I started.
"Oh, all well and good, young lady," said the dude with the man bun, "but we are coming in. We are taking the goods hired in Ms Hodge's name away, now."
I stood my ground, blocking the door.
"No," I said," You can wait till I redress."
"No, you look fine to me…besides, I think you'll try to lock us out."
His big booted foot was strategically placed in the doorway.
He was right. I lacked options.
I tried a different tack, "Say, I renegotiate with the creditors on Monday? Give me a break. How the hell am I supposed to cope without the fridge, the washing machine and the friggin air conditioner in this muggy heat. Come on, guys!"
"A bit late for that," started their spokesman, when the quiet one, yeah, it's always the quiet one you have to be aware of, the younger guy with the brown eyes, whispered into their leader's ear.
The dude with the man bun nodded.
He turned and spoke to the burly guy with the tattoos, his hand covering his mouth.
This huge guy just rubbed his hand along his chin. Christ, he was big. He looked too pleased.
"Oh, you want till Monday, do you? What do you have as collateral, surety, payment, a guarantee," said the man bun dude.
Yeah, suddenly, I had all of it covered.
Without any money in the apartment, I realised I had to uncover myself.
Sexual collateral, I had it, surety, well, I could guarantee the three of them would be more than satisfied.
I had three holes to fill, and I'd never taken on two, let alone three guys at once.
You have to start somewhere with building the numbers in sex.
Well, repossession of trashy white goods wasn't on their mind, and staying cool in front of the air-conditioner wasn't on my mind as I opened my bathrobe, let it flop to the ground, and let three guys take possession of my body.
Okay, define me as white trailer trash!
The man bun dude said, "Pretty kitty."
The serpent-tattooed guy spouted, "Luscious lips, Luv."
Whilst the youngest fella smacked his lips.
It was a filthy free-for-all. A body ruckus. A fracas of invading hands and pressing bodies.
"Oh, sweet Jesus! Whoa, fuck, yeah! Yes, orggh! Yes! Mmm, mmm, mmm."
Well, it started sweet. They licked me everywhere like I was a sugar-glazed bun.
Okay, the 'whoa' and 'fuck' responses came as my boobs, butt, and pussy gathered probing touches.
We all melded and moulded back into the apartment. One dude slammed the door behind us using his big boots. It was cooler for a brief moment.
Then, their invading, manipulating fingers and mouths dominated my body as their clothes all came off. The room was flesh-infested and overheated.
The air-conditioner pumped useless under this level of body steaminess. I was sexually roasted as my pussy was accosted by the guy with snake tattoos. He squelched the juices in and out of my pussy.
I admit I screamed, "Yes, orggh."
The dude with the bun and trimmed beard buried his face and whiskers in my tits. He licked, nibbled, tickled and sucked.
But the surprise was that quiet young guy, who started fingering my arsehole, assuredly, certainly and rousingly. Really dirtily, the prick, with two fingers.
I concede that my "mmm's" went into overdrive at this sequence.
I was sweat-lathed and glazed. Wads of spit were splattered all over my aroused breasts as the dude massaged my melons exquisitely. Close to rough but awesome.
Yeah, I possessed three bad boys going from dirty to filthy at an express pace.
The young lad licked out my back crack.
Boy, could he lick?
His tongue treated my pucker like it dribbled ice cream on a hot day.
Spit and lick.
Slurp and slosh, all so warm and sweet around my rim and in my inner sensitive rawness.
He was a dirty, dirty boy down there.
I offered encouragement when my mouth wasn't occupied with another cock.
"Ooh yeah, muss my pucker, lick my crack, get your tongue deeper. Ooh yes, there, ooh, yes, oh ooh!"
The big hunk with the snake tattoos was also down on his knees, licking my pussy, which he had spread indecently wide, popping out my clitty, which was as hard as a shiny pink jelly bean.
The bastard then alternated between giving me the licking out of the century and finger friggin my sopping demanding pussy at breakneck speed.
This dude didn't need coaxing or guidance, but I told him he was ace!
"Hit my clit! Yes, suck my bead. Fuckin, lap me out. Ooh, yes, Oh My God!"
The latter was my response to his three-finger manic coochie incursion.
I 'came' hard. I did a rare small fem-ejaculation squirt as the cunning prick brought my G-spot into play.
Oh God, I felt good because, at the same time, my arse was a soggy, pappy, and slushy opening of maxed-out additional delight.
I didn't know my back door could feel as good as my primary pleasure entrance. The young guy's tongue reduced my arse to flesh capitulation under his amazing ministrations.
Yet concurrently, my tits weren't denied their dues. They were rubbed and kneaded like warm baker's dough.
My body was trashed, but I loved it.
I should have had enough already; it was one of the best orgasms of my young life, but the rakes had barely started.
Luckily, they put me on the couch because I would have collapsed on the floor. Well, maybe not so lucky. I had that moment of what I had gotten my body into.
There were three cocks suddenly, all looking for a slot.
A cute pecker loomed over my face from above and filled my mouth, nearly gagging me.
A thick schlong, so big and being worked in and out, near tonsil deep.
I held my nerve and got in a cock sucking rhythm with my mouth and lips. It was the guy with the tats. His hands tweaked my over-sensitive nipples.
Grunts, gurgles, gargles and glugs of spit were my response.
I know my eyes sparkled my enthusiasm. His dark orbs looked devilishly huge cock assured.
But it was my body being raised under my butt and a dick spearing straight into my surprised pussy that caught me in a delirium of pleasure.
My mouth was full of cock, and suddenly so was my cunt.
Pleasure shards were zapping through my body everywhere.
And then my over-aroused arse was being finger buggered, and I whimpered and moaned between a cock being jacked and jagged in and out of my mouth.
Muffled, plaintive delight, plus a tad of insecurity, "Oh, wow, oh, my, oh, my, yes, oh!"
The guys were all too powerful and intense for me.
Still, my inner girly muscles, front and rear, contracted and relaxed.
I was rag-dolled as I was lifted, and one guy was under me. The young dude took my arse, didn't ask, just took my arse in a thrusting way, burying his cock deep in my rear innards.
His anal rummage stole my breath away.
A wincing constriction mixed with unbelievable pleasure dominated me as he pecker power pummelled my arsehole.
A staccato of verbiage was my response, "Fuckin hell! Oh God! Oh fuck! Yes! Yes! Yes!"
The guy with the man bun was suddenly poised over my body and jackhammering his cock into my pussy. And the tat dude was cramming my mouth with cock, thrusting and withdrawing, enjoying his power and my filthy waffle.
I finally understood the Trinity from youthful Mass.
Yeah, three in one was possible, not just as a theological belief.
I was finally fully consummated as a woman. All my available holes were plugged at once—a sensational flesh banquet.
My arse contracted and blazed rawness simultaneously. My pussy was overindulged by pecker. My mouth enjoyed a gob-smacking treat.
Cock, cock, cock, yes, triple cock.
My air-tight moment.
Insane body intensity.
Feeling male weight pressing into me.
Adoring and delighting in pecker occupying me. The sensational squeeze and lock between real hard boy's bodies.
Pinned by cock forcefulness — over, under and above me.
With this much schlong in play, something had to give, and it was, in the end, all of us.
My gob hole flooded with a jizz stream, swirling in my mouth, delighting the big dude's cock as he wiped his pecker along my seeking tongue.
I suppose rather shrill and spattering cum, and swallowing the rest, I yelped, "Fuck, that was a load!"
Then I got lost in the powerful contractions searing through my butt as my arse was jerked into, in a sudden rapid series of jolts and then as the young man's cock was released — a goo stream seeped warmly out of my so happy balloon knot.
I mewled, "oohh, oohh, oohh."
What more can a nineteen-year-old lassie say to a sperm influx, a spunk infusion, a seed injection up her arse.
I barely had time to enjoy my raw yet soothing pulsations before I felt the throes of a womb-deep orgasm as the team leader — well-creamed— my pussy, and I had another soul-defining climax.
From my lungs burst an echoed peel, "Uuh, uuh, uuh!"
My body savoured complete possession of three guys' cum.
A sluice of congealing dribbling pearl drops swooned from my mouth.
My arse squeezed out a trail of clammy fluid.
But it was my pussy that copiously released naturally, in its still gaped state, globs of combined male and female body juices.
Even with my eyes glazed and my chest heaving, I gathered a tacky cum chain on my fingers that I made them share.
I dispensed cum like conducting a mass.
Viper man smacked his lips, "I wouldn't mind that spread on my pancakes!"
Bun-man curled out his tongue covered in sex jus, swallowed and said, "I'm a fan of your cunt's private herb and spice mix."
The younger lad proffered, after a mouth-swishing gulp, "Geez, Miss, that was a marinade made in your girly cauldron!"
I blushed.
We were all a frickin soaked, sweat-drenched mess following amazing rich, intense sex on a day too hot for a pissy air-conditioner.
Nothing for it but to chaperone and squeeze four in the shower. Which was either my mistake or, more likely, my taking possession of three guys and not letting them go.
Believe me; once you understand the Trinity of sex, there is no going back.
I had had three cocks, and I was having them again.
My excuse, keep the bailiff at bay! Keep that bloody air conditioner in this heat wave.
Nonsense.
I had a body triumvirate of three holes to re-appease.
I couldn't wait as we headed for the shower, already over-anticipating when this triad of bad boys would bang on my door again and bugger- bang the bejesus out of my Trinity of holes.