A/N: mature content (gxbxg).

My name is Evan Lucus McGrath, I have a sex addiction, and I fucking love it.

Sex is my own personal ecstasy and, like a drug, I crave it daily.

Whenever I hit that high, then basked in that euphoric letdown, was when I felt happiest in my life. When I didn't have sex, my body experienced signs of withdrawal. With a short-tempered mood, tensed up muscles, and my skin crawled like I'd jumped into an ant pile, my horny ass made me an unpleasant guy to be around.

Since I was twelve and my cock swelled up with its first recognizable erection, like any teenage boy I was confused at how my body reacted out of my control. Prior to that, I actually hadn't paid much attention to my body's needs but all that changed when I was introduced to sex.

I lost my V-card early, to an amazingly patient girl when I was fifteen at a JV football party in San Diego. My body had never reached such a high, followed by a relief from the urges that stirred inside me, clouded my brain, and distracted me to the point my parents had me tested for ADHD. I barely understood my own body at the time but the experience changed my life.

My relief lasted as short as my first thrusts into a girl and, since then, I've lived my life one pussy at a time... or even better, two. College opened up a huge, wide net of sexual possibilities, enough multiple partners that my high needs were satiated, and I dove right in with no regrets. I discovered early in my first year the power of a well-groomed face and a sexy smirk, so I'd perfected both in my bathroom mirror by the time I turned nineteen.

Being a star wide receiver for the University of South California's high-caliber football team, in the best physical shape of my twenty-two years, and a damn attractive guy, I never worked for a girl's attention. Girls came to me, during parties, after games or during practices, fuck I grabbed attention even just walking between classes on campus. But if I saw an interest, whenever I dangled the muscles I trained hard for, curled my lips up suggestively, or worked over my charms, then panties hit the floor.

Or get tossed against the wall, out my window, don't fucking care as long as they're off.

The benefit of my good physical condition and high sex drive was that I had amazing stamina. I comfortably lasted longer than the average guy. The compliments my girls gave me combined with their begs for repeats was enough proof for my ego.

Unlike a few guys on the team - ahem Harrison - who cycled through one-night randoms, I wasn't patient enough for that. Sure, I dipped into new possibilities but randoms often wanted a one-time score checked off their bucket list. I delivered but for my own maximized guaranteed return with minimum risk, I rotated through my small group of regulars. Sure, I still got tested weekly because I was very health-conscious but my dick had needs that affected the rest of me if they weren't met. My girls knew this, along with the fact I couldn't have cared less about an actual relationship with him.

The problem with a high sex drive was my satisfaction was short-lived. College girls were beautiful and daring but I found they slotted themselves into predictable, go-to comfort positions. To maximize my pleasure, I rotated through my girls depending on what I was up for. If I wanted boring missionary-style, then I pinged Whitney, an environmental science program junior. If I wanted the best blow job from within my repeats, then Audrey from the volleyball team served me up right.

And if I wanted more, then Allie and Sam were my girls. By a stroke of luck, they found me at a party my third year. I was actually making out with another girl, whose name I'd long forgotten but I do remember my fingers stroked over her ass in a way that both Allie and Sam propositioned me for a threesome. As we started my fourth year, I probably still couldn't say much about those two as individuals because I always wanted them together and for one single reason.

Sexually, they weren't the most creative girls but fuck, two mouths on my cock? Heaven.

"Just like that..." I grunted out and wove my fingers through Allie's black curls.

Her crimson lipstick was smudged all over my cock and fuck, I loved her stamp of approval. Her mouth was obviously occupied by my tip hitting the back of her throat, so her only response was the corners of her lips curled up and she hummed. The vibrations rolled up my shaft and I tipped my head back under the pleasure that followed.

Not to be ignored, Sam's brown-haired head was tucked lower, while her lips worked over my balls. She licked, sucked, and stroked my sensitive sacs with her tongue like a fucking champ. Not afraid to get a little dirty, she alternated between each side and a back door travel. As Sam rimmed my hole, my cock stiffened me harder in Allie's hot, wet mouth.

Since none of us had done this before we'd met, we'd needed a bit of strategic planning before we'd gotten to this point, but months of my patience paid off. I laid flat on my back with a pillow stuffed under my hips for a better angle while the girls sort of sixty-nined, with their asses perpendicular to my shoulders. My arms spread-eagle and elbows bent, my fingers fucked their holes, pinched their clits, teased their folds, whatever they needed. Like an erotic symphony composer, I lived for how each girl reacted differently if I applied the same treatment. Sam moaned loudly and shamelessly while Allie squeaked like a...

Or wait, does Allie moan and Sam squeak? Let's find out.

My thumbs and forefingers pinched into the top of the girls soft folds, wet and sticky with their enjoyment tonight. They proved me wrong, as Allie moaned again around my shaft and Sam's tiny squeaks erupted from near my ass. Allie also soaked my fingers faster tonight so I made a mental note that her orgasm needed to be delayed.

She'll come harder anyways. Always does.

"Fucking dirty girls," I growled loudly as they sucked harder, which rolled waves of pleasure out of my pelvis like an earthquake's epicenter. I bucked my hips into Allie's mouth and she gulped, then gagged. "Take it deeper, Allie."

She reset her jaw with flared nostrils and a huff, then took me deeper. I understood, my nearly eight inch cock was a lot but, again, practice made perfect. This girl had come a long way from the one who nearly puked the first time I stuffed my cock halfway into her mouth and I'm sure her future husband silently thanked me for her mediocre deep throat skills.

"That's it...so fucking good, Sam," I groaned when Sam reached over and cupped Allie's breast, while her tongue licked hot, wet circles around my sensitive ridged hole.

Sam was the more curious one, obviously, and the main reason I meticulously groomed myself hairless down there, but she still resorted to only external teasing. My anus tugged like a reflex under her wet strokes, like it begged for more.

With my eyes on Sam, Allie's sucks around my cock got harder and the need to come rushed through me hard. I debated a positional shift, one that more benefitted the girls, but fuck they felt good tonight. USC was on a killer season again, just one loss to those fucking Huskies at UW, but I was on a personal best streak. A sneaky idea crept into my head and I removed my fingers from inside both girls, which earned me some adorable whimpers and hurt puppy eyes.

I clutched my hands around Allie's head, and tugged her closer until the tip of her nose hit against my pelvis. Her eyes watered, cheeks hallowed, and she gagged around my harder thrusts.

"Good girl, take it," I cooed softly and her lashes fluttered over her cheeks. Once she relaxed her jaw, I thrust in deeper, faster, and harder. One grunt at a time, with Sam as a patient spectator, I fucked Allie's mouth until a heated pressure surged my cum down her throat. Once my cock spurted out the streams, I pulled back and milked the rest onto her tongue.

"Hold it," I barked out, then withdrew gently. One of my hands released her head, grabbed the back of Sam's, and I pulled both girls closer together over my outstretched legs. "Kiss her, Allie."

The four wide eyes I got quickly flooded with lust. After one 'I'm waiting' look, Sam leaned in and pressed her lips against Allie's. Their tongues tangled and shared my release as they moaned and whimpered. Their hands added into the mix as both girls played with each other's nipples, hard as points from their delayed orgasms. My heart rate slowed to normal as I grinned at their mixed moans and squeaks, then sat up.

Both pulled back and looked at me, so I smirked and commanded, "Swallow."

They gulped simultaneously.

Fucking nasty girls... love it.

Since I was on the same level of nasty, probably higher, I grabbed Sam's head in my hands and tugged her close. My mouth smashed against hers, hard. The faint remnants of my release coated her lips and I fucking lived for it, then grabbed her waist and flung her up higher onto my bed. She landed with a squeak but her eyes darkened right when I pressed my lips against Allie's and gave her the same treatment. My taste was stronger in her mouth, but she giggled as I tossed her next to Sam.

Allie had gotten my cock, so I crawled forwards and lowered my face between Sam's legs first. She parted them open wide and I lapped at her soaking wet pussy. My relentless strokes continued even when she panted, writhed, and dug her short nails into my scalp. Not to be ignored, my left hand's fingers snaked up the bed and threaded into Allie's entrance. The little brat had already started without me, with her small hands pinched her breasts and eyes full of jealousy.

I pulled my head back momentarily and growled up at Allie, "Kiss her."

Two brown eyes blinked at me. "Where?"

"Wherever the fuck she wants it." I shifted my eyes to Sam, who pointed to one of her breasts.

With no hesitation, Allie repositioned herself so her puffy lips latched onto Sam's dusty brown nipple. Sam responded with her honey-toned hands cupped around Allie's pale-skinned breasts. At the beautiful sight, I wondered how often these two played without me.

I'll have to spank them later for that.

I lowered my chin back down to the bottom of Sam's entrance, flattened the base of my tongue inside, then curled upwards in 'come here' movements that worked every time. Sam's release surged out of her fast as her spine trembled. Her pale lips parted and a cry strangled her throat as my tongue worked over hard, stroke after stroke, until her release dribbled out her entrance and coated my lips, chin, and the divot in between.

"Eh-Eh-Evan, th-that's it," she panted out and flooded my mouth as my efforts continued. Her thighs trembled against my shoulders and heels bounced over my upper back, her telltale signs that she was done. "It's good... Aah-Allie's turn."

The quivering mess Allie's amazing body now resembled showed she was close, but renewed interest swelled inside me as I stroked over her folds with my index finger. I gently shoved Allie off Sam, then parted her legs and dove inside. Her fingers threaded through my hair, where they played softly with the short, blonde strands. While I would've preferred she yanked hard, a low groan vibrated my throat at the warm, wet tongue that circled around my back hole again, followed by a hand that massaged my balls from behind.

Sam's up.

My cock twitched with renewed interest. I knew, as soon as Allie came, I was nowhere done with these two.

After two more orgasms for each girl and one for me, both kissed me goodnight and begged me first for a sleepover, which I declined because none of us ever slept. Their lips pouted adorably if it wasn't for the post-sex attachment that always hung in their eyes as they prodded me for the next get-together. Like usual, I chuckled and said I'd contact them. Not even two steps out of the house, my phone's hit up with their dirty messages, which I left on read to prove my point.

"They never learn," I grumbled and tossed myself into bed. My sheets smelled like sweat, girly perfume remnants, and musky sex but I couldn't have cared less.

My head flopped back as I stared up at my ceiling. The monster between my legs finally slept, flaccid and content against my right thigh, but my mind was wide awake. Sure, I yanked off in the shower, like I did every morning, and came hard tonight, twice, and both girls were fun but... some component was missing.

Why isn't it enough?

Months with my dirtiest girls proved they were still fairly vanilla. As much as I appreciated their efforts, a sense of impatience squirmed inside me.

Both Allie and Sam also only responded under my orders. At first, their submissive compliance was a turn-on. I'd definitely dipped my cock into the world of BDSM for the play toys but fuck, I wasn't a dominant. Control freak in terms of what I wanted yes, but I was the last person who wanted to care for another's sexual needs, limits, and a huge fuck-no on the emotional stability support. Aftercare? Absolutely not, a swat on the ass out my door was all I offered in that area.

From the few times I'd played at a BDSM dungeon, people looked at my 6ft3, 200-pound, muscular frame and assumed I was a dom. While my dick was hard just at the sight of all the pain and pleasure toys, honestly, the idea that a switch girl tied me down and had her own wicked ways with me was hot as fuck. Such a girl was a wet dream I'd searched for in my one-nighter conquests but hadn't found yet.

I need to stop looking for myself in a girl.

Do I need more? Nah, I'm just being greedy. Most guys would kill for an on-call list of girls pleading for daily sex.

Still, a more adventurous, challenging girl would still be a fun switch.

I rolled onto my stomach with a groan. Heavy-lidded, my eyes closed as those stupid, selfish doubts evaporated from my mind.

The next morning, I washed both my sheets and my sweat-damp, smelly body. The hot water soothed all my aches except for the rock-hard erection that jutted up between my legs. I cupped my right hand around my freshly shaved balls and worked them over with a low groan. My cock was wide awake, red, angry for attention, and throbbed by the time I fisted the base with a grunt.

"Sorry not sorry, Jake." I grinned and pulled his girlfriend Harper out of my spank bank material.

That blonde-haired minx with the lightest blue fuck-me eyes also had the most fuckable body. Her erotic moans, cries, and screams were the worst of all her temptations, as they traveled down from Jake's room above mine like music to my horny ears and deposits for my morning five-knuckle shuffles. I wasn't sure how a selfish dick like Harrison scored her banging body, with those large, round breasts, curved in waist, tight ass and legs for miles, but fuck, I stroked off hard to the mental image that my cock fucked her insatiable pussy.

Mentally, I railed into Harper and bounced those large tits as her pussy clenched around my base. I filled her tight and deep as her loud, throaty voice moaned my name. In reality, my hand stroked hard, tug for tug, until my face flamed warm and morning frustrations surged forwards and shot hard out of me. I groaned loudly as the pent-up frustration finally released and my cum dripped down towards the drain.

Thanks again, Harper.

Once soaped up and rinsed off, I shut off the shower and stepped into my manscaping zone. I was very particular about my skin care and hair removal, beyond a usual shave and moisturizer. I couldn't have given less of a fuck if someone commented about my atypical male hygiene habits. They worked, with a proven track record.

Promiscuity aside, I was a lot more health conscious than -

"Manscape your ass later." A loud fist pounded on the bathroom door. "Gotta take a piss, don't make me do it in the hallway."

- that guy, for example.

"Morning Griff," I tossed back at the dry, sarcastic voice out of my roommate Chase Griffin, another fourth-year wide receiver whose room was across the hall.

"Don't fucking morning Griff me," he muttered into the door crack. "You had the double-twin sluts last night. That one squeaks more than your mattress, fucking haunts me in my sleep."

"Jealous?" I teased and flung the door open to the unimpressed look that usually hung in his brown eyes. His sandy-brown hair was stuck in randomly odd directions, like he'd just woken up and he stood shirtless with his arms crossed over his chest like the manchild he was.

"Hardly." He snorted. "Not of your... adventures and not Harrison's ghost problems either."

I wasn't sure what the fuck problem Jake had with Harper's hasty post-sex exits. They were a fucking dream to me. I'd practically shoved Allie and Sam onto the front lawn and they'd still squealed at me like needy pigs when I said no sleepover.

Harrison's insane if he's questioning such a good thing.

My feet padded on the worn gray carpet down to my bedroom, where I dressed in my Sunday workout clothes. By the time I entered the kitchen, my teammates Zach Campbell, a tight end, Jackson a running back, and Griff circled around Harrison like an intervention. Like usual, he whined about some Harper-related problem but when he mentioned tossed away sex toys, my ears perked up.

"Don't worry." I came up behind Jake and assured him with a grin, "I've got a better idea. Let's go."

Twenty minutes later, Zach, Griff, and I took Harrison to Adam and Eve, an adult store fifteen minutes from our rented house near USC's campus. As if I couldn't get even more sprung over Jake's sex angel, on the drive over, he confessed that he'd teased her and accidentally thrown away twenty of her twenty-eight dildos. My jaw practically hit the floor of Griff's car as my cock offered up one single thought.

I volunteer as replacement tribute.

Jake's unfamiliarity with a sex store started with how hunched up his shoulders got in the parking lot. Seeing my normally cool-headed quarterback a bit rattled out of his comfort zone rumbled a chuckle in my chest.

I flashed him a big grin and led him inside. "Trust me bro, I've got your dick."

Jake slapped his forehead with his palm and shook his head. "No... just no."

I wasn't sure why he had such a stick up his ass. The clean, organized place looked higher end with a wide variety of products. My heart rate quickened and my brain played a 'what-if' game that my cock appreciated the more I saw what the store offered. It was well-organized by different sections and my shoes didn't stick to the gray hardwood floors as I stepped over to a glass counter filled with ass plugs and nipple clamps. My eyes lit up at the possibilities because, fuck, they were all so sexy.

From the glass and metal quality displayed, I knew right away these weren't cheap models just going off the price tags. Money was never a problem with my loaded parents, who threw more money at my black AmEx than affection. My toy collection was small but personalized and I easily saw myself adding a few options.

If the right girl asked then I'd buy whatever the fuck she wanted.

"Adorable." I pointed to a glass plug with a fluffy, red bunny tail on the end. By Jake's pained expression, he was less than impressed.

Fuck, those really are cute. Wish I could get one. Or two.

I bet it'd wiggle with each ass smack... Fuck, now I'm getting hard.

My chest heaved with a sigh and the potential interest faded because none of my hookups were nowhere near ready... yet... hopefully.

A guy can dream.

Griff's sweet tooth drove him straight into the edible arrangements, while Zach's whipped ass went for some boring ass vanilla body candles that we all knew his girlfriend Sophia would only use as a literal candle. I moved my eyes up the display case, where they landed on some weird ass cock rings with three balls hung off the ring. I picked one up and my cock swelled when I realized the small metal balls vibrated for dual stimulation.

"It's the Triple Ball," a seductive female voice purred out in a shot right into my balls.

My mouth dried at the sight of a girl, dressed all in black and skin as pale as a white sheet of paper stood next to me. I wasn't normally into the half-emo girl, half-vampire look but fuck, she wore it well. Her hair was the blackest of black, probably dyed but her blunt bangs and twisted up hair worked in a cute, sexy combination.

A creamy-white, perfectly symmetrical pair of average-sized tits were pushed up by a tight, black corset and a shiny black leather skirt hugged her hips, hopefully also her ass. Her fishnet stockings begged me for a check that they were clipped to a garter belt. Her head came to my shoulder height but the more I looked down, the more I liked what I saw.

I have to know what's under that skirt, her legs are so fucking sexy.

Once I shifted my eyes back up to her face, her eyes grabbed and stole my attention. They were the deepest shade of blue I'd seen next to the Pacific Ocean, so blue I wondered if she wore tinted contacts. She wore a lot of makeup but fuck, she wore that well too.

It'd look even better smudged all over my pillowcase.

My heart thumped harder the longer I studied her pretty face. My cock fully approved of the opinion that it looked prettier if frosted with my cum dripping down those red lips, pale cheeks, and narrow chin. Embarrassingly, it swelled up to half-mast just with one initial look. Her dark red nails needed to be scratched into my back while I buried myself inside of...

Delilah.

My fingers fucking tingled when hers brushed over them and snagged the cock ring back. Just the sight of it handled comfortably by her hands, the idea her slender fingers threaded it on me, and we tested it out rose a groan up inside me. She hadn't even spoken a single word past the cock ring's product name yet but I was hooked like a fish after the juiciest bait.

When she spoke again, her voice was stiffly polite as a professional but laced with the undertones of a girl who knew her shit not from instructional videos but experience. Her words hit my ears and struck deep into me, "Cock ring with a tight shaft grip, vibrations from the bullet, and swinging steel balls you'll both feel... Sorry, but I'm not sure you boys could handle it."

It's like she's speaking my language. Fucking finally.

My gut clenched painfully tight and inwardly every cell in my body groaned. The doubtful look she shot me showed she wasn't initially impressed with me but I was hard set determined, and most likely stupidly, sure that I'd found my newest challenge.

Let the conquest begin.

And I couldn't fucking wait to get started.