One For The Team (Happy Holidays Shorts)

by Aria Daze

“You know, you assume a lot, Chrissy,” Thaxton chuckled. “Excuse me?” I balked. “You're excused, darling. But L is right. You assumed about dinner and you're assuming now,” Blessing sighed. “What did I assume? Were you or were you not being sexually suggestive over a split five seconds ago?” “Oh, no I was. You're right, you're great at reading subtext because I definitely meant I'd love to see that split up close on my dick,” Blessing chuckled. “But nobody mentioned you having to choose.”

Blood rushed south, pulling the air out of my lungs with it. I was certain I wasn’t hearing him right. Maybe I was having a stroke. Or maybe I got hit with a puck on the ice earlier and I was now in...

“The only choosing you're doing tonight is picking what position you wanna be fucked in, Mamas. We're down for whatever you wanna do,”

“You wanna share?” I gulped. “We already share a house, bills, and a profession,” Ox laughed. “We like each other enough to share a lover as wonderful as you.”

Blessing kissed me while Ox and Little Foot kneaded my tits and thighs. Their touches were all so different but they worked in perfect harmony. I wondered how their strokes would sync.

“Ox is heteroflexible. He doesn’t do penetration, but he does enjoy frotting and sucking. I’m a bi verse and Thaxton’s a pan top.

So you got plenty of options for tonight. Rubbers, Raw, on the hood of the Escalade. Whatever you want to do, we can do it.”

Well that was a thorough explanation. Clearly they had thoug...

“You're a saint,” Ox laughed. “That nigga would've been homeless fucking with me. Especially considering he wanted you to quit your job. What he thought you wanted to be a bum with him?”

“We're going to make up for lost time, Chrissy,” Blessing cooed while sitting me in his lap. “Starting with giving you everything you deserve.”

“Oh, sorry,” I giggled. “Is he yours?” “For the past three years,” Thaxton nodded. “Well, do you mind if I borrow him?” I teased with a seductive smirk. “We can share him, Mamas,” he chuckled while kissing my neck. “Gentlemen share with pretty women.”

Being fat never bothered me, but I knew there was a strong possibility I’d spend my days only being able to be lifted up in prayer.

You hear about squirters all the time but after so many mid orgasms you start to think that kind of release is the stuff of myths and legends. Never did I expect to be proved wrong on a kitchen counter of all places.

I didn't have any ass but that was ok because I also didn't have a gag reflex.

Three fine ass men with brick hard dicks stood directly in front of me, ready to do whatever I asked. I had basically won the lottery and hit the jackpot.

I used to tell Derek his dick was big all the time, but I was a fucking liar and this proved it. I was already so full I couldn't think, and I was supposed to take two of these? The universe was making an example out of my greedy ass.

“Ooh fuck, Chrissy,” Thaxton panted. “Why do you feel so good, Mamas?” “Perfect ass pussy,” Ox huffed. “This don’t make any sense.”

The Minnesota Hares had ruined me. How was I ever supposed to go back to normal after this?

Mufuckas did not lie when they said sexuality is not a choice. Because there was no way I should have been even remotely attracted to either of these dumbasses when women existed. But unfortunately, here I was.

“Ok, so we all like-like her. We’re grown. We can be in a polycule or something. It’s 2024, I see poly people all the time on them find-a-fuck apps,”

“A lot of poly couples follow the standard one trash-ass nigga to three mids and that's slightly more socially acceptable. But it’s three of us to one woman plus we’re all famous. Chrissy would be getting slaughtered in the media.”

Why God!? I wanted to fall to the floor in anguish. Chrissy could’ve been in a pair of thigh-high socks and a loose jersey looking like a pinup model but this considerate nigga ruined it. Me and Little Foot slowly turned to Ox with expressions of disgust and anger.

Blessing could bitch about whatever, but this shit between us felt right.

“This is an interesting combination,” Chrissy smiled while nibbling at her second slice. We were two episodes in when the pizza arrived. I got a classic cheese for the group, a meat lover's for Bless and L, with a chicken, jalapeno, bacon, and pineapple for myself. I knew the guys wouldn't fuck with it because they were sheep who thought pineapple on pizza was unholy, but Chrissy seemed to enjoy it.

“I discovered it while high out of my mind in undergrad,” I confessed. “That's how I discovered I liked boys,” Blessing mumbled. “I always knew,” Thaxton added. “90s Brendan Fraser in The Mummy had me sick.”

“That's gay,” I chuckled while folding a slice into my mouth. I was used to the playful shoves and the, “Shut up Ox!” that followed. But Chrissy caught me off guard by reminding me of my earlier activities. “Didn't you just cross...

My mouth dropped open. No she didn't call me out on my bullshit. Who did sh...

“Plus I did that to make you cum. It's not gay to prioritize a woman's orgasm,”

Chrissy's eyes traveled back and forth between what I was doing and Thaxton who was now making out with Blessing. Watching them suck each other's tongue while feeling up Chrissy made my dick harder than iron. It was the very definition of hedonistic and I wanted to get that shit memorialized in an oil painting. So maybe I was a little gay.

Yeah, Blessing had me fucked up. There was no way I was passing up the chance to make Chrissy mine. I didn't care who I had to share with. It being them just made the decision easier.

“I'm innocent,” she protested with a pout. “Yeah, I don't think so, Mamas,” Thaxton laughed. “You take dick like a pro.”

“Thaxton! Did you just call me a professional hoe?” she faux gasped. “Yes,” he nodded. “Nobody else could make three All-stars nut so hard they turn into putty. You're a real MVP.” “You're lucky I like shit like that,” she laughed. “We're lucky for a lot of reasons," Blessing moaned.

There were so many amazing things about Chrissy, but that pussy could make any non-believer a convert.

“Fuuuucccckkkkk,” he hissed while she rolled her hips against him. I'm guessing that's when reality hit that nigga because he just dropped his head in defeat and tightened his grip around her waist. He was holding on for dear life, his muscles tense with restraint.

“Yeah, we probably should've warned you,” Thaxton shrugged. I disagreed because his demise was fun to watch, but sure. “Warned him about what?” Chrissy sighed th...

She was so blissed out. What a perfect lil whore. Our perfect little whore.

The scene in front of me was sexy enough but then she just had to go and whimper. So in addition to stroking my own dick I now had a new task. I was going to make her moan even louder.

If my mouth wasn't full I would've asked her what time she wanted to go trade her car in tomorrow. Cause I was definitely putting my baby in a 2025 after this.

I was less sensitive now and I was about to run her little ass ragged. I was seeking revenge. How dare she waste this precious pussy on Derek's lame ass?

When I cracked my eyes my vision immediately focused on her pussy and ass being stretched open by the three of us. Chrissy looked so fucking good all full, and hot, and soaking wet.

She looked like she was ours. Those were dangerous thoughts to have at midnight.

Around three months ago I had this random nagging theory that Chrissy wasn’t always as proper and polished as she seemed and I was happy to know that I was correct. She was a Juilliard graduate, a lover of medium steak, a poetry collector, and also the freakiest woman I ever met. I think I was in love.