The Name of the King

I was afraid I was getting sick, and that was reflected on my first grades.

Nothing too important, I admit, for those were indeed just the first few months, yet still, for a student like me, who always prided herself for putting studies before anything else, and especially before those images that consumed me so madly and wildly!…

'A bit disappointing,' the teacher commented when returning my report with a low, shameful grade on top. 'You're better than that, Tara. You know that.'

'Sorry, professor Lord. It's just some personal issues.'

Yes. Some personal issues right between my legs.

I still wasn't seeing anybody. The date with Jessa and her friends also did little to yield me any 'treasure', though not because of lack of supply; it was me who was simply holding on to the right person, at the right time —which I knew was getting closer.

I could feel this person right there, in the turn of a corner, not knowing who they would be or when they would appear, but just knowing... just feeling, almost sniffing them!... so close!

In the meantime, I rammed my fingers deep into my pussy and masturbated with such an intensity as to take out all the strength from my legs!

'Oooohaahhh!'

I was loud, so I always needed the darkest, farthest places to relieve myself. My dorm room was rarely empty, and even when that was the case I couldn't get too comfortable, for I could be more intense that what the walls were capable of handling!

'Aaaaahhh...!'

I masturbated thinking about the impossible; the largest discovery I had made in my life until that moment!

For at least one good thing came out of that date with Jessa and her friends: it spiced up my fantasies to the point of insanity!

'Oooohhh...!'

The pulsating, bloated, warm and wet labia of my cunt knew no rest. I masturbated until my fingers hurt, forcing me to change hands and keep going on the cunt-cuddling of my life, one fiddling more aggressive than the other, but none of these sessions —good grief!— capable of even matching the intensity I longed for!

The intensity of my 'Johnny' and, above all, that of the discovery I had just made!

'Why 'King?' Why do they call him... King?'

Jessa didn't answer my question that day. Actually, if my questioning provoked any reaction on her, it was that of a sincere and scary fit of rage:

'Go away, newbie!'

'But I…'

'Leave me alone! You're going to figure out sooner or later, so don't disturb me any further, of all people in this school, with these idiot questions! Leave me be and go away, please, before I take back my invitation!'

And I did go away, though not a bit less curious or stirred by that visceral reaction. Oh, no, quite the opposite! My determination only doubled!

'Oooh...! Oooaaaahhghhh...!!'

Jessa was right: I shouldn't have known anything! It seems something of fate, therefore, that my discovery was made precisely on that date she arranged with and her friends.

The truth. The truth that should have stayed as far from my ears as possible!

'Aaaahhh...!!'

There are things that, literally, no woman should ever know.

'So, Logan!'

The boy at my side turned to me immediately, so ready he was to give me attention. I followed:

'People say you know everything around!' He faked a confident smile, without having any firmness of character nonetheless. 'Come on, teach me. Help a poor country girl understand how these complicated things from the city work, come on!'

And he complied —interesting, in the beginning, but quite repetitive as time went on. I checked out his body —quite a turn-on!—, and lamented how he acted as if he was way less handsome than he actually was.

Judging by his appearance and the way he dressed, he looked like a model straight out of Men's Health, but sadly he wasn't able to keep up this appeal thanks to the awkward and timid manner that he behaved, the insecure way in which he spoke and the skimpy simplicity of the words he chose.

To any question I made, after all, he replied with no sass, no jokes, no cocky teases, nothing. He was... oh, God, forgive me for being so blunt, but he was…

'Aaaaharrr!!!'

My pussy was too thirsty! Almost taking over my head, so much so that I tried to tame her fire, but those flames...!

'Aaauuuuhh...!!'

They're were like a California summer fire: they started out as something so small —a measly spark!— and soon became an all consuming **** that was impossible to control!

So, so: me and Logan were together, on this date Jessa arranged in Downtown North, and we struck some pleasant, albeit unexceptional conversation, until I eventually moved my pieces on the board and prepared to finally satiate my doubts!

To approach that subject without sounding weird required a lot of strategy, but fortunately, on that night, for that mission, I became a true wordsmith:

'The university has some kind of leader, by any chance? Some really important student I still didn't get to know?'

'Mmm, what d'you mean?' He asked me, staring at me with an expression filled with innocence!

'Something of a 'King', you know! Everyone keeps talking about this man, but I don't even know what this fuss is all about!'

I could tell, by the way he moved away and shrank into himself that I had struck a very intimate cord on his ego —not just his ego, apparently, but any man's!

'Can we agree on not to talk about these stuff?' And he approached me, pretending he didn't have any ulterior motives with me. 'We've got much more interesting things to about right here... right now…'

Oh, no, we didn't! He knew something and I was going to extract that from him!

I'm going to spare you all (and myself) of the details of our conversation —which, to be honest, even I can't recall too well, for nothing about that boy was particularly interesting or memorable.

Oh, Logan, sorry, but that's the truth!

'You kiss so well!'

'You're not bad either.' I replied, acting up as well as I knew on those situations, and quickly going back to sinking my lips on his, so pinkish and delicate —and thick too, just not nearly as mine—, and to forcing my tongue against his, which, though no doubt tasty, didn't respond to my suctions and thrusts with equal strength or even heat.

How could a man with such a nice bod be so lukewarm?! He was that kind of man who looked incapable of going full mast, as if he had forgotten his own natural wildness —or had never had one to begin with!

But, anyway, that's not why I was kissing him. No! I was preparing him, oh, yes, pre-heating him for the question that consumed my loins:

'Why do they call this guy 'King'?'

He immediately took his face away from me, breaking out our intimate embrace.

'You're not with me just to get to know this dude, are you?'

YEEEESS!!!

I mean, I couldn't answer that, of course, so I just stared at him angrily.

'Lo, you really think I'd do all of this just to know this stupid thing? I'm just curious, just that! It's something everyone talks about, after all, so I though it difficult to avoid!'

'But I'm not everyone, and no one here even mentioned this, so let's just avoid it. Period! Let's enjoy the moment, without these annoying side topics.'

So I used my nuclear option:

'Don't be so insecure!'

And he responded exactly as I knew he would:

'I'm not insecure!'

'So what's the deal?'

He looked to one side and quickly crossed his arms, breathing heavily before turning his face back to me and saying:

'Okay, then. So…'

Oh, how I wished he hadn't said anything!

'Aaaaaihhh!! Oooohhh...! Aaaahhh...!!'

Allison, Amber and Malaya. If those look like supermodel (or high-end escort) names, that's because they were.

Allison, Amber and Malaya! A while ago, they were known as, without a doubt, the most beautiful girls on campus —and in town, or maybe in the whole State or even the country, depending on who you ask!

Oh, bite me! Who am I still trying to fool? They weren't 'beautiful'; they were hot! Tall, thin, long legs, perfect measurements, irreproachable skins and beautiful lush hairs, two blondes and one super brunette, these three goddesses in human shape called so much attention that they gained from the student body some cutesy nicknames, like the 'Three Little Devils' or 'The Hard Cock Trifecta'.

Amongst the girls, of course, their nicknames were less courteous: 'The Skinny Bitches' or the 'Three Big Whores', among other less publishable variations.

However you wanted to call these three super goddesses —a Filipina, if I recall correctly, and two perfect American blondes—, they caused quite a stir during their brief stay on the university. Two of them went into modeling —one of them graduating into Victoria's Secret, for Pete's sake!— and the other, judging by what I was told, did graduate but never went to work on her field, preferring instead to hunt for billionaires all across the globe.

'And how were they?'

'Cute.' Logan replied. 'Just not as cute as you.'

I feigned to be flattered, also making sure he wouldn't waste any more of my time and told me, at once, what those girls had to do with my question, with my so insatiable curiosity!

Very well, he kept going: the three nubile bombshells registered in the university the same year and graduated almost at the same time —safe for Malaya, which I think was the one who went to VS.

As with all irresistibly hot women, one of two things could happen to them during this period: they could either hate each other mortally or become like nail to the finger, shadow to the bodies of one another.

Nail to the finger it was.

'They had a lot of fun taking other men down.'

'Oh, really? Did people tell you this too?'

'They didn't need to, for everybody knew. And... well, I too felt that sting.' And he looked me with the eyes of a hundred needy puppies at the doorstep of a home, by God! 'They were quite cruel.'

«Oh, my poor Logan!» I caressed his hair (beautiful! Soft and blond, so sweet!), overcome with pity.

Yes, the three college goddesses were also its three little devils: with their tridents, they struck the hearts of all men, recorded their failed flirtations, then posted everything on their Instagrams, sometimes not even trying to hide the poor guys' faces, and laughed maniacally of their useless attempts at wooing them.

In a way, I sympathized with them: they had slept 'with all the good men in town' and wanted more, but failed to find then, and in failing they became angrier and more frustrated, eventually venting out their anger on weaker man like my poor Logan.

'Until they eventually found what they wanted, you know, on the hands of the dude.'

I stopped and looked at him a little bit breathless.

'The 'King'.'

'Yes.' His face sunk deep into misery. 'The infamous man. The guy slept with all three of them!'

I recall how my head got all frozen and silly, staring at my colleague with the expression of someone who performs a very complex mathematical operation.

'You mean... he slept with them...?'

'All at once.' The way he looked at me communicated supreme envy and absolute defeat. 'He slept with the three girls at the same time.'

My chin didn't fall down immediately, but my eyebrows did go up, yes, in a skeptical expression:

'Oh, come on!'

But the mortal way he stared back at me left me... Not. A shadow. Of a doubt!

'It's true. He slept with the three of them all at once. On their second to last year on school, and then he never saw them again.'

'Never... never saw…'

'He slept, you know, with all of them at the same time…'

'So... those were four people.'

'Mmm, yeah. Four people. A foursome, you know.'

'Oh...!'

'Yeah. It was the talk of the town. Son of a bitch didn't even took the 'trouble' of sleeping with them some more times. Not one single other time!'

'Why? Did it fail, them' four together?'

His head turned to all sides, as if he tried, but failed to run away from the subject.

'No. It's not that.'

'So…'

'He didn't sleep with them because, well, he was soooo much more important than them and had sooo many other interesting things to do!' He arched back, rocking his head back and forth. 'He used the poor little ladies as if they were nothing. Pff! Some men don't value what they've got.'

But I barely listened to him, using up all my strength instead to keep my legs still and not to lick any of my lips.

'So... he was... mmm, disappointing?'

'No. Didn't I say it, already? He was good.'

'He was 'good.''

'Yes.'

I had not the slightest shame:

'How good was he?'

I didn't get to know it on that night, of course, for my Logan was already feeling so humiliated, but I did manage to get the rest a little while later, from one of the many girls I was slowly but surely befriending:

'He spent a whole night 'savoring' them.'

'A night?'

'I think a whole day.' She got nearer to me. 'He got into their dorm at around eight p.m. and got out the following midday. But they themselves, oh, they only got out of the room around nine or ten in the night.'

'Mmm…'

'You get it, right?'

'Mmm…'

And she drew closer still, with her honeyed lips, her Jasmine smell, to whisper on my ear:

'They fucked the whole night.'

'They…'

'The four of them. Together. Fucking like crazy the whole night. He started right about when he got in and, according to the girls, only stopped when they dropped ****!'

'Which was…'

'You're not getting it, are you? From eight p.m. to midday, which is the last time they recall to have been awake... he fucked them all this time.'

'That... oh, come on.'

'And he fucked them real good!' She shamelessly licked her own lips in front of me. 'I know that's truth, for I've been hearing the stories.'

'The three...!'

And she got so much closer to me that I felt she could easily kiss me:

'He made them all come at once.'

'...!'

'That's right. All three. At. The same. Time.'

'That's not possible. Like, physically not possible.'

'Not only it is possible, dear, but he did it twice that night!'

'No. They were lying.'

'There was no lie on their faces. They had that expression... you know!'

'Mmm…'

'That breathless expression we have when we are sooo, sooo well screwed!'

'Oooh...' My mind immediately rushed back to 'Johnny'.

'They kept those expressions the whole week. Actually, the whole month after he slew them.'

'But is that even feasible?'

'Huh? What do you mean?'

'The three... you know...' I spread my legs open and made a funny little gesture around the groin. 'At the same time.'

She gave me a wry smirk.

'Cock in the middle, fingers on the sides.'

'Oooh…'

'Yep. Many 'oooh's' that night!'

'And they…'

'They were des-troy-ed afterwards! They couldn't walk for two whole days!'

'But…'

'They couldn't even think properly the whole month after they met him. As soon as he was done with them, he simply left, and only returned to the university months later.'

'But what does this guy even do here, after all?'

'I don't know. And, quite frankly,' she smiled even more, 'I don't care.'

I couldn't... oh, God, I couldn't focus...!

«I need to see myself treated, for the love of sweet Jesus Christ!»

I had never been much into religion, but on those moments, with my fingers so well deep and crazy within my pussy, with its labia so swollen that it burned and it hurt and it... almost gushed!!..., on those insane moments I asked, oh, I asked heavens that all saints and angels lent me some strength and helped me keep my sanity intact!

The three horny devils all laid down on a bed: a Filipino goddess, two other full-blown American blond bombshells, all with their legs wide open and clits tingling beneath the imposing cock... that impossibly giant penis of a larger-still hunk of a man, the 'Man' with a f#cking capital 'M', the... the...!

The King!

'And a-after that he went... uh-mmm!' I swallowed a lot to moisten up my so incredibly dry and sore throat! 'After that he was, let's say, 'crowned King'?'

'Yes.'

'King of the College?'

'Not exactly, though... well, he in fact became that.' Logan crossed his arms with a giant pet-peeved expression. 'The actual title is 'King of the Thressome'.'

'Oh?' I stopped for a moment, counting on my head. 'You mean, 'King of the Foursome'?'

'Should be 'foursome', yes, but 'threesome' has a better ring to it.'

I imagined the three goddesses, curling down side by side, asses all up and pussies quivering, soon being doubly.... no: triply penetrated from behind by the effortless sex god!

'Ooooohhh...!!'

I couldn't stop coming... much like they themselves couldn't!

'Aaaaahhhh...!!'

In the middle of the forest, I fingered myself mercilessly, drenched on beautiful the images of the fire and the sweat that sprawled out of the three helpless little goddesses before the powerful cock that rammed inside them and made them blow out of ecstasy!

'Oooohh...!'

I couldn't' stop imagining the three bombshells, at first so high and mighty, all arrogant and shit, little by little losing their frame to that pure piece of raw masculinity.

I smiled and delighted myself in a kind of vindictive way by imagining the three unattainable models, always so high beyond the skies before the mere mortals, soon reduced to quivering, moaning lumps of meat on the floor, fucked beyond belief by that man who respected not angels nor demons, even less mere men and women; a pagan god who reveled only on his own delight, which he sought to increase regardless of how many kingdoms he had to conquer —or legs he had to spread!— along his path!

'Ooohh...! Aahhhh!!'

The final image, that which had been forever branded on my mind, was the three beauties laying down, yes, on the same bed, on the same position, but right at the end of the coitus, with their steely man fucking them without a trace of exhaustion, his ample and muscle-bound body covered by an shinny glaze of sweat, while they crumbled, melted into an uncontrollable mess of sweat and cum; three deities rolling her eyes and screaming his name —whatever it was—, begging the gods so that they stopped feeling so much pleasure —so intense it was nearly unbearable— and at the end, without their male showing any hint of fatigue, they received his most powerful of thrusts on their precious little pussies, which responded to their screams with equally tremendous, maddening, unbelievable bursts of female orgasm:

'Aaaah, God!!! Aaaahhh, God, God, Goood...!!!'

'Ooooh... aaaahhh!!'

'What a man...' The second one, in the middle, taking up his cock, could only murmur with her eyes partially shut, the face all beat down with fuck-drunkenness and just a sliver of her consciousness intact. 'Oooh, what a man! What a male, God, God, what a fucking Gooood...!!'

And they all came in sync, like I myself burst together with them, in the middle of the woods or in the silent darkness of my dorm room:

'Aaaaahhh!!'

Sometimes feeling myself too safe on my bed, believing that no one else listened to me, I screamed right there, on the pillowcases, while my love nectar ran down my legs and soaked the white sheets, which I then had to exchange with a frequency greater even than that of my own legs.

Many times I was heard. Gosh, even from the woods I could be heard, once in a while, by the students on the farthest dorms!

'Are you alright, dear?'

'No.' I answered in complete defeat, recalling how Jessa gave me the same response when I had asked her this same question. 'I'm far too thirsty!'

'You're thirsty because you want to, girl. There are many candidates…'

'I'm not interested in them.' I licked my lips and repeated to myself: 'I want him. I want the King!'

The King of the Threesome of four people! I wanted him now, at that very moment, I wouldn't accept any other body over mine if not his!

It was one of those moments when the pussy fire is so scorching it spreads to the rest of the body like the world's strongest fever, and I lifted my hand up to my forehead, leaned over a wall and reflected on with my own lack of self-control:

'I'm getting crazy.'

Hell, yeah. But only as crazy as all other women who heard about the King and harnessed the slightest shimmer of hope to one day meet him and be masterfully fucked by his might c...!

I needed some opening, some hint, some liberation from that insanity which consumed me from the waist to the heart, so I eventually came to Jessa with tears running down my cheeks and despair rippling from my breath, hoping that she'd have something —anything!— that'd help me get closer to that unattainable goal.

Only I didn't know that what she had, oh!, would be much more than I could have possibly dreamed of!