Two Old Flames (MMF Menage Erotica) (2 page)

“Oh, no, I just came from that!” she said, shocked that those words came out of her mouth. Who on earth would ever COMPLAIN about more oral sex?

“Then let's get you in the mood,” he whispered. Stephen got up and came back with three glasses of wine. Brian took the lead as she sipped with Steve. He slipped one hand to her pussy, then with one finger he was touching her clit, rocketing her to yet another wave. She swatted his hand away. "No! It's too much." He licked his finger, then stood, staring deeply at her.

Brian's hand reached down to cup her cheek and went serious. "I need you. I never should have let you go."

“Make that a 'we,' Brian,” Stephen said, downing his wine. Dawn finished hers and smiled at them both.

You would think she was sated, but there was a sudden surge that hit her out of nowhere. She needed to impale herself on both of them, to have them fill her, to lose control.

To fill her. Everywhere.

Brian first. She pulled him to the couch in a sitting position, straddling his untouched cock. Aiming him carefully, she dipped over over his gloriously-thick shaft. He was thick and throbbing, and she groaned with fullness, already so slick from Steve's mouth.

"Give me all of it, both of you! This is exactly what I need," she cried out. Brian groaned, then put his hands on her shoulders, tipping her just right, her hips at a higher angle, her ass facing Steve as he reached for a tube of lube he must have gotten when he poured the wine.

Double entry! It had been too long, and she felt the climax rise in her already. Easy, girl. Not yet. What they were about to do was worth the wait.

The feeling was indescribable, an ending and a beginning, emotional and psychological, all at once. As if they were literally filling a hole inside her that was fused into every part of who she was.

When she pulled up, the friction was delightful, moving toward an orgasm more powerful than with anyone. Kneading her breasts, Brian was spasming her pussy, too. Sliding her ass up, she changed her weight distribution, then teased him by moving him out, tightened her pussy walls and shocking him with the force of her descent.

He grasped her hips and reduced her range of motion, nodding over her shoulder at Steve. A warm, wet mouth covered her rim suddenly, the feeling making her pussy clamp hard over Brian's shaft. What was this? No one had ever rimmed her before. Ah, God!

Steve's tongue played with her asshole, teasing and darting, making her tightening and loosen, pulsing and climaxing in her anus – if that were possible. Cold, wet lube hit her starfish, then fingers massaging the muscular bands moved in, an inch, then back, two inches, then back. Then a ton of lube, all as Brian rocked her gently, pushing on a spot that made her –

Explosive. Pain and pleasure all at once as Stephen entered her, his thick cock slow and tight in her virgin butthole. Her body sucked him in, sphincter muscle working overtime, the thin membrane between her pussy and her asshole a core of love and sex and hot and wet and –

"How did you -- What are you doing? It feels like warm butter," Brian cried out through gritted teeth. She was at a loss, her body all nerves and lust.

“Oh, Dawn, your ass is so tight. So beautiful, so fucking amazing!” Stephen shouted as he slid in, the pulled back a bit, working with Brian to find the right, rocking rhythm to make everyone happy. She had lost her mind, had turned into nothing more than an ass he grabbed and nerves and pussy and clit and fucking as two men penetrated her at once, her cervix smashed by Brian's tip, her sweet ass pounded by Stephen's enormous, wet shaft.

“I am so, so close, you guys!” she warned, the tornado of fucking too much, spinning and spinning until it lifted her off the couch, out of the room, way out into a galaxy where all she was was a super nova, her ass in the air, Stephen now slapping her butt cheeks, Brian biting one nipple and rocking her.

"Fuck me! Fill me! I need you both so bad!" And she screamed and screamed and rutted and jerked, a hot mess as sex juices went everywhere, squirting, knew he was coming into her, pumping his seed, knew her pussy was one hot volcano of their juices as Brian came.

“I'm creaming in you, Dawn, honey!” Brian screamed, the tendons in his neck as tight as guitar strings, his hips thrusting up into her, nailing her to Stephen's cock, his balls slapping against her ass, Brian's balls shoved up against her hole, all of it like a flash nirvana.

SMACK. “Your ass is so hot, oh, Dawn, oh!” Stephen cried out, spanking her so hard she knew he would leave marks, but not caring, the pain mixing with everything, her body a conduit for nothing but animal rutting and lust.

"Dawn! Oh, God, I am coming in you! Oh, Dawn, honey, oh..." Fading out, Stephen's voice ended, she saw fireworks as her entire body struggled to handle these multiple waves, her flesh determined to ride this wave of amazing brilliance.

Brian pulled out and tilted her body up so that Stephen could have full reign. He pounded and pounded, she slammed back, he kneaded her ass and took one hand to tweak her right nipple, the burst of domination mixing with the pain and the climax, causing her to her shout an animal sound until all that was left was a release, all slick and pussy walls and cock and her old crush, Stephen.

Meanwhile, Brian moved quickly, his mouth on her clit as she came and came, Stephen shoving into her, and now Brian's tongue parted the folds of her swollen pussy so gently she whimpered, the feeling tender in contrast to Steve's ass thrusting, her skin on fire as the climax just went on and on and on.

“Dawn, I am coming! I am filling your ass!” Stephen shouted, freezing as he jizzed into her, the sense of cum and Brian's mouth on her more compelling than any other, her entire body pausing with Stephen's, a frenzy of molecules and cum and quivers and climaxes that gradually subsided, his cock shuddering in her, Brian's insistent tongue shifting to a wider, lazier stroke that wrung every drop of sensuality out of her, until she was just a puddle of goo.

The peak was over, little quakes inside her bleeding every drop of orgasm from parts of her she didn't know she had, still full of Stephen as he rested on her, on top, their wetness and his muscled body all she felt now. Brian cradled her, too, the three of them a languid pool of ecstasy. Her brain was empty, her body surrendered, everything good, completed.

"I have never had this with anyone,” Stephen groaned into her back as Brian stroked her hair.

She sighed. Stephen slowly withdrew from her butthole, the removal almost painful as her anus spasmed from the withdrawal. The three cuddled on the couch.

Dawn replied, “Sure you did. Two years ago.”

Both men sat up and looked at her intently. “We aren't going to let you out of our lives this time,” Stephen said.

“Hey! You guys left me!”

Brian jokingly punched Steve on the shoulder. “Idiot.”

“You idiot!” Steve replied.

“You're both idiots!” Dawn declared, laughing. “Idiots who had better be ready for more in a few hours,” she purred. Maybe the day wasn't so bad after all.

The End

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Double Entry at the Office

Want more hot MMF menage? Experienced "Penthouse Forum" and "Hustler" writer Meghan Boehners turns her attention to Big Jim, Little Jim, and Alicia -- a threesome working on Father's Day at a trucking company where some loads are so big they need to be packed in nice and tight...

Alicia is looking for a new job and gets lucky -- very lucky -- when she's hired as an analyst with ex-college-football player Big Jim's trucking company.

Her double entry skills come in handy in this office, especially when Little Jim -- misnamed, of course -- finds her and Big Jim working late, with files -- and bodies -- spread out on the desk.

This menage a trois makes accounting hot, and Alicia has a chance at being Head Analyst -- a promotion you won't soon forget!

*Warning*: contains graphic sexual content for readers 18 and older. Topics include: male-male-female threesome, anal sex, oral sex and raunchy fun!

Here's a sample:

I knew the day I started working at the trucking company that I would end up fucking my boss.

What I never would have guessed was that I'd fuck his son at the office, too.

And both at the same time. On Father's Day.

Being hired as a Rate Analyst wasn't exactly my idea of a great career move, but the pay was decent, I got extra for working midnights, and where else can you learn the shipping code for "bull semen"? I mean -- seriously? People ship bull semen on a truck? Yep. Human semen, too. I'd hate to confuse those two and deal with the angry woman at the fertility clinic who discovered she'd just been metaphorically fucked by Ferdinand the Bull.

But anyway. Speaking of fucking bulls -- my boss was built like one. Jim was an ex-football player, but not the type who let himself go to seed five years out of high school, you know? He'd played in college until he got injured, and then lost his football scholarship. Got his CDL and drove long haul for a few years while finishing his degree. Then he was made a vice president in the trucking industry and built his own little empire, starting Full Freight Trucking, Inc. before he was 40.

The day I walked in for the interview, I knew I was done for.

And wanted him to do me. Junior, however, was a bonus. A nice, healthy, strapping ten inch bonus.

"So, Ms. Jaymes, I see you have database experience. Why would I want to hire you?" Jim Michaels took off his glasses and ran a muscled hand through his thick, brown hair. Blue eyes with mature laugh lines narrowed, his intelligence obvious. His interest was obvious, too, as he leaned back in his chair, arms behind his neck, khakis stretched across thick athlete's thighs and a crotch that bulged.

A small mirror behind his desk showed my reflection. At 21 I still looked good. Busting my ass for three years to finish college early hadn't done me any good in the skin department, but I'd just spent the last eight weeks picking up some nude modeling work on the beach in southern California. The sun-washed hair and light tan made me look younger than I am, and as my eyes flitted across that bulge I licked my lips, my voice coming out a little huskier than I'd planned. "Because I'm very good with figures. Like you," I replied, nodding.

He raised his eyebrows. I hadn't meant the double entendre, but now that it was out there and he reacted like that, I pushed it further. "I know how to handle a spread, I mean. I'm a great analyst," I explained, stressing the “anal” in the word.

"I'll bet you are." His eyes had darkened and his voice turned to gravel, tight and choked. Those thick hands smoothed along the desktop as if caressing my skin and I felt myself get wet instantly. I've always been stacked, but now my nipples tightened and I felt like my breasts were balloons, and Jim's gaze was helium.

He looked at the swell of my chest and nodded. "I'll bet you do. So what's the shipping code for bull semen?" Merry eyes twinkled.

"I wouldn't know," I said as casually as possible, running a finger along my bottom lip as he tracked it. "I'm more familiar with human semen."

He sighed. I knew that sigh. It's the sigh of a man desperately hoping that by letting the air out of his lungs he can let some of the blood out of his humongous erection, so he doesn't embarrass himself when he stands up.

But it never works.

Yet they always try.

I stood and leaned over his desk. My red, flushed breasts showed in the mirror. My cheeks matched my boobs. "It was a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Michaels. An absolute pleasure."

"Wait," he said, struggling to stand. He winced. Damn -- how big was that thing?

"I haven't given you any details about the job," he continued. "It's yours if you want it. $25,000 a year plus benefits."

"What kind of -- " my eyes shifted to his crotch, then back to his eyes, "-- benefits?"

"Fringe, honey. Fringe benefits." He stifled a smile and looked like George Clooney.

I widened my eyes, trying to look all innocent and shit. "Oh, I've never had fringe benefits before. That sounds like fun." 

He grinned and nodded. “So you accept?”

“Well,” I drawled, stretching the word out. Time to negotiate. “Twenty-five seems kind of low. You know – for someone with my anal—er, accounting skills. I'm particularly good at double entry, you know.” No stranger to finding ways to squeeze a man out of more money, I knew how this worked. He would try to dicker me down, and I'd appeal to his dick to raise me up.

A new respect flickered through his eyes. “You know more about business than I'd have imagined,” he said, nodding. The crisp shirt and khakis reminded me of my high school math teachers, all football coaches. I'd gone back and fucked most of them, and they'd all been amazing in bed. Most loved the cheerleader fantasy, too. I wondered if Big Jim liked a pom-pom handle up his ass like the middle school football coach had – while I wore pasties and saddle shoes and cheered for him.