Triple Attack

Under different circumstances, this would have been a nightmare for Arnold Allen—facing three taller, stronger, and more powerful girls. Three harpies who used to terrify him, now lunging right at him.

And that is how it would have been, under different circumstances...

But this time, things were very different; the girls weren't there to hurt or humiliate him. Each of them was driven by a carnal desire to possess him, no matter what it took.

“Come here, darling.”

Naturally, Iris was the first to grab him; her soft hands seized the nerd’s shirt to “force” him to stand. Astrid arrived moments later, tearing the shirt off him, and soon after, Britney crouched down to finish stripping off his bottoms.

In less than five seconds, the young man was naked and being showered with kisses by the trio—three pairs of hungry lips roaming every inch of his scrawny frame.

“Mmm... Oh, Arnold... I need you.”

“Ahhh... I want to devour you completely.”

“Ayyy... you’re our little guy... mmm.”

They moved so fast they became a whirlwind around the redhead; he had the heiress sucking his mouth, the athlete’s arms caressing his back, and the cheerleader licking his testicles.

Dizzy from the overwhelming attention, Arnold didn't realize they had reached the bed until he stumbled against it, collapsing heavily. That didn't stop the girls, who continued to explore his body; it was only a matter of time before their attention shifted to his “third leg.”

“Cock, cock... I want it... mmm”

“Oh... gotta taste this huge piece of meat”

“Come here, you damn monster... mm”

Looking down, Arnold beheld an extraordinary sight: the faces of Iris, Astrid, and Britney completely buried in his cock; their backsides swayed from side to side like tails, each head vied for a better position, multicolored locks of hair flew in every direction, and animalistic sounds escaped their mouths as they made with his member.

Part of him still couldn't believe what he was seeing—the very women who had made his life a living hell were now ravenously devouring his manhood like wild beasts.

Naturally, this group assault yielded results; waves of pleasure hit his brain faster than he could process them. His muscles went limp like a deflated balloon, and he collapsed back onto the bed, staring blankly into space.

“Ooooh... oh my... ohhhh... it feels... mmmh... it feels so good... ahhhhh”

He was in his own universe—a distant realm where reason and logic had no place, a universe ruled by unbridled lust, a universe he never wanted to leave.

Instead of lying in bed, he felt as though he were floating freely; sensations enveloped him, and a seductive voice urged him to let himself be guided toward his destiny. Obediently, he offered no resistance; he wanted to see where this whirlwind of emotions would take him.

As the nerd drifted further and further away, the trio continued their battle against the “enemy” before them. The mighty 24-inch titan stood tall, its head pointing toward the ceiling; surrounding the colossus, three devoted girls vied to see who could bring it down.

Up top, Iris tried to fit the tip into its mouth without much success, yet she refused to give up; Astrid focused her efforts on the task, wielding her tongue like an axe; and finally, Britney’s mouth kept sucking on the balls even as they continued to swell.

“Mmm... delicious... delicious...”

“Mmm... more, more...”

“Mmm... oh, it’s so good...”

To the women, their adversary possessed irresistible qualities; his tacky texture sent a tingle through them with every brush of , and he gave off a potent scent that induced a pleasant, heady dizziness the moment it filled their nostrils. Nothing they had ever tasted before could compare to the addictive flavor now captivating their taste buds.

Everything about him was on another level—a tool perfectly designed to awaken the primal instincts of the opposite sex. It was the kind of tool any man would dream of having, and Arnold Allen possessed it.

Intoxicated by lust, none of them would yield their position or slow their pace; this was the task of a lifetime, and nothing on the planet would make them change their minds. They yearned with every fiber of their being for the white reward that awaited their efforts—all they had to do was pick up the pace.

“AHHHH...OH, BY NEWTON!”

Arnold’s fingers dug into the bed as Iris finally managed to swallow a portion of the shaft; the suction she applied created a sound like a vacuum cleaner. Astrid did the same with the thick trunk, taking a deep, hungry bite. As for Britney, she chose to bury her face completely in that sea of the nerd’s flesh and body hair.

That wild combination shattered the last of the resistance in a young man who, in the past, had known only the company of his own hand. His mind conjured an image of a red loading bar rising rapidly: 70%, 80%, 90%... with every number, the color grew more intense, and the bar itself began to shudder.

“Oh... no... ahhh... I can’t... ahhhh... I can’t take it anymore... I... I... I...”

And when it hit 99.9%, it happened...

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh”

A tremor shook his legs; the girls noticed it and stepped back, expectant, waiting for the coveted prize. The shaking concentrated with intense force in his cock; his testicles swelled larger and larger until—pop.

Charge at 100%!

What emerged wasn't the meager dribble Arnold ed producing during his lonely nights; these were true eruptions of colossal power. A white stream hit the ceiling, leaving a sticky splotch, while the rest of the fluid spiraled down onto the bed.

“It’s mine, all mine.”

“Come to me.”

“Dinner time.”

Like thirsty pets, the girls opened their mouths to catch the white rain; their darting tongues were ready to receive their prize.

Britney’s agility helped her catch several strands; Astrid lunged forward with a small leap but narrowly missed, while Iris preferred to stay low and devour what fell.

In no time, the place turned into a bizarre scene of licking, kissing, and panting. The girls bounced around in a frenzy, even tasting each other’s bodies just to get more of the nerd’s seed.

Once they were sure they’d consumed it all, they went straight for the main source, which was still spurting semen in bubbling jets like a fountain. They didn't hesitate to swallow the sperm; in fact, with every taste, they let out moans of approval.

“Mmm... yeah... yeah.”

“Delicious... gulp... mmm.”

“Mmm... mgh... the best.”

Eyes rolling back, ecstatic smiles, and flushed cheeks—their expressions said it all. They acted as if they were eating the finest chocolate ever made, rather than semen.

It lasted nearly ten minutes—minutes during which Arnold’s titan of a cock didn't stop releasing semen to feed his new irers. Once the white fluid stopped flowing, the trio gazed at the monster with a mix of iration and respect, the kind usually reserved for a king.

Even after that explosive release, the nerd’s cock remained fully erect; it hadn't lost a shred of its rigidity or size. Arnold added this to the day's growing list of oddities; usually, his old tool would end up limp and useless after the first shot.

“Oh... holy shit, what a beast. Yeah, yeah... look at how much he let out, and it’s still rock hard,” Britney said, licking her fingers.

“Wow, I never thought I’d see something like this... this guy is truly well-endowed.” Astrid’s hand caressed the tip of the shaft.

“You’re right... hehehe... he’s magnificent.” Iris looked at the young man with dreamy eyes.

A moment later, the trio exchanged knowing glances; judging by their laughter, they had all hit upon the same idea at that very instant.

“Hehehe... alright girls, I think it’s time, right?” Britney said.

Raising his eyebrows, Arnold sat up a little.

“Uh... time for what?” he asked with his characteristic shyness, though deep down, he knew the answer.

“Hahahaha... oh Arnold... hahahaha... Isn't it obvious? It's time to fuck!”

Being with these three girls was definitely going to take on a whole new meaning for the young redhead.