Show & Sell: A Dark MFMM Romance

by Abby Angel

  Hooking my fingers on the fabric of his boxer briefs, I send them down his legs with his pants. Falling to my knees at the same time, I look up at Connor, the shadow of his cock tumbling over my face.

  "Will you remember my mouth?" I ask him as I curl my fingers around his shaft, slowly flicking my wrist and moving my hand back and forth over the length of his cock. As I stroke him, I lean into him at the same time, slowly parting my lips as I reach for the tip of his huge member.

  "I will never forget anything about you," he breathes out, laying his hands on my head and running his big fingers through my hair. Parting my lips, I reach for the tip of his cock with my tongue, and make it dance over it slowly, scooping up the salty beads of pre-cum glistening there.

  "If things had been different," he continues, but then falls into a deep silence as I roll my lips down his shaft. Moving slowly, but steadily, I devour his long inches, only stopping when I feel the tip of his cock throbbing against the back of my throat. I take one hand to his balls and, opening my fingers wide, I start massaging them as my lips move back over his shaft.

  Closing my eyes, I bob my head back and forth, building up a steady rhythm. I hear his breathing grow shallow, the pressure of his fingers on my head growing stronger, and that just urges me to go even faster. Ditching whatever rhythm I was building, I start bobbing my head as fast as I can, the erratic motion of my mouth making him lose all control.

  "Fuck, Clarise," he groans, yanking on my hair and forcing me stop. He takes a deep breath and then moves his hips, thrusting his cock into me and sending it deep into my mouth. I hold still as he starts fucking my mouth, pistoning it into me as if he were doing it to my pussy.

  We remain like that until I feel the first spasm of his cock over my tongue; he stops his thrusting motion, and he’s about to slide his cock out of my mouth when I make him stop. Following after him with my mouth, I curl my fingers around its root and force him to stand still.

  This time I don’t want to stop. No, I want to go all the way.

  "Fuck, what are you doing?" he asks me between ragged breaths, but he makes no effort to stop me. He lets me keep on sucking him, and that’s exactly what I do; I suck him as hard as I can, using both my lips and tongue to unleash hell on his cock. "Clarise, I’m going to cum!" he warns me but, instead of making me stop, that just spurs me on.

  A few more motions of my head and his cock starts spasming against my tongue, threatening to unleash a raging river of cum inside my mouth, which is exactly what I want.

  "Fuck!" Connor groans, and then his cock starts gushing his load into me. His creamy seed spills all over my tongue, filling my mouth to the brim, and then it starts dripping out of my mouth and down his shaft. Thick beads of semen fall down on the floor, splattering against it like heavy rain.

  Waiting for him to finish, I then roll my lips back and look up at him. Opening my mouth to show him the mess he unleashed upon my tongue, I then close it again and swallow, his saltiness burning its way down my throat. "That was good," I whisper, slowly forcing myself to go back up to my feet. "And it’s going to get better."

  With that, I brush my cum-coated lips against his, keeping one hand on his cock. Even though he just came, I keep moving my hand back and forth, stroking him and making sure he keeps hard and ready for me. What? You didn’t think that I’d be satisfied with just blowing him, did you? If this really is our last time together, you can rest assured that I won’t be satisfied until he has fucked the living daylights out of me.

  "Better sounds good," he whispers, kissing me deeply, his tongue dancing around mine. As he does it, he takes his hands to my back and starts pulling down the zipper on my dress, baring my back. When his hands move over my shoulder blades, he takes the opportunity to open the clasp of my bra as well; by the time my dress is bunched up around my waist, I can already feel the cups of my bra drooping down my breasts.

  Moving fast, he grabs the front of my bra and simply yanks it off of me, my nipples hardening even more as they become free. With his hands on my waist, Connor pushes me back until the back of my knees meet one of the pews, and he pushes me down.

  As I sit, he goes down to his knees fast, placing his hands on my knees and forcing me to spread my legs. Leaning in, he wraps his lips around my right nipple and starts sucking on it, his tongue running fast, vicious circles around my rosy tip. Going from one nipple to the other, it doesn’t take him long to allow his tongue to start a downward path to my navel. I sigh heavily as I feel his tongue going down my naked skin, and I raise my ass from the seat as he grabs my dress, pulling it down my legs and taking it off me.

  When I sit back down again, I’m only wearing my black lace thong and high heels; I almost think he’s going to take off my thong as well, but that’s not what he does. Keeping my legs spread wide, he pulls back from me and then dives in, opening his mouth and crushing it against the wet fabric of my thong. He sucks on it eagerly, doing it so hard that I feel my head spin. He does it for a long time, teasing me over my thong, and then just flicks my thong to the side. Instead of going straight to my pussy, though, he takes a more indirect course of action.

  Resting the tip of his tongue over one of my groins, he starts brushing his tongue around my pussy, never actually going for it. I squirm, trying to thrust upward and force his mouth into my pussy, but he moves fast and places one forearm over my waist, pinning me down on the seat.

  "Oh, please, Connor," I beg him, closing my eyes and moaning hard. He doesn’t seem to care for my pleas, as he continues to do the same, teasing me mercilessly. Only when I think that he’s going to keep doing it eternally does he change gears.

  Pulling back for just a second, he pulls my thong against my outer thigh and rips it off of me, tearing the fabric into shreds. There goes another one of my expensive thongs; I swear to God, ever since Connor moved into the guest house, I’ve been spending a lot of money on underwear.

  "I’m going to miss this," he says, and then he’s on me. Wrapping his lips around my clit, he presses down on it with his tongue. Then he brushes his lips down, taking them to my pussy lips; tilting his head sideways, he sucks both my folds into his mouth at the same time, flicking his tongue against them as he sucks.

  Running my fingers through his hair, I start swaying my hips, thrusting against his mouth as he devours me. This time he doesn’t stop me; instead, he places his hands under my ass cheeks and spurs me on, his fingers digging into the flesh of my ass.

  "Oh, you’re so good…" I moan, moving my body as I start to lose control. Eating me out like a man on a mission, he allows his fingers to roam closer to my asshole, and then he brushes one fingertip up and down the length of my crack.

  Finally pressing down on my hole, he starts sliding his index finger into my ass, sucking my pussy even harder as he does it. I feel my eyes rolling in their orbits, pleasure making my whole body tense up, and even my lungs seem to be working overtime to get the air in.

  Oh, I’m so close… But Connor still has one trick up his sleeve.

  Using his free hand, he places two fingers against my pussy; moving his mouth up to my clit, he then slides his fingers deep inside my pussy, curling them upward and driving them straight to my G-spot.

  I gasp, the muscles around my neck tensing up as I try to process what he’s doing to me. With one finger inside my ass, two inside my pussy, and his mouth wrapped around my clit… Jesus Christ, I don’t even know which sensation I should focus on! All I know is that it’s only a matter of time until I explode and, when I do it, I don’t know if I’ll be able to remain conscious. The incoming wave of pleasure feels like a tidal wave, and it’s sure as hell going to sweep me off my feet.

  "Oh, I’m gonna—oh, fuck!" I exhale sharply, yanking hard on his hair as an orgasm hits me at point blank. Even though my eyes are open, I stop seeing altogether for a few seconds, my brain devoting all of its processing power to decode all of the ecstasy running through me.

  "That’s right, babe … feels good,
doesn’t it?" he asks, pulling his fingers out of me and looking me in the eye.

  "It feels better than good…" I breathe out, my mind commanding me to get up. Going up to my feet, I bend over and place my arms on his shoulders. I push him down, forcing him to lie down on the ground, and then I place my feet on either side of his thighs. "Now let’s both enjoy it," I tell him with a grin, looking back at him over my shoulder. Lowering myself, I press my pussy against his face as I bend over, grabbing his cock and pointing it straight at my mouth.

  Without a moment’s hesitation, Connor goes back to licking and sucking, and I follow his lead. I open my mouth as wide as I can and take his whole cock into my mouth, only stopping when I have my lips firmly pressed against the skin at its root. Then, bobbing my head up and down, I try and match the rhythm with which he’s sucking on me. It’s harder done than said, though; I lose control with each passing second, another explosion of pleasure already looming on the horizon, and it’s almost impossible to keep my movements steady. Not that it matters, anyway. Sex isn’t about being steady.

  Rubbing my pussy against his face, I ride his mouth until I simply can’t do it a second longer. Popping his cock out of my mouth, I grit my teeth and hiss through them, my body tensing up as I feel the first punch of an orgasm.

  Sitting up on his face, I then let all that pleasure overtake me. I grab my breasts as I come, grinning to myself as I imagine my creamy fluids dripping down Connor’s chin. Ah, who knew that sitting on a man’s face could be this good? Maybe it’s because I’m doing it with a holy man in a holy place, but hell it feels amazing.

  "Now I want the main course," I order him as I roll to the side, sitting on the floor and opening my legs so that I’m offering him a nice view of my aching pussy.

  "You and my cock," he tells me, going up to his knees in a hurry, his chin glistening from my juices, just like I imagined. Grabbing his cock firmly, he then closes in on me and pushes me down on the floor, forcing me to lie there.

  Slapping his cock against my pussy, he then presses his body against mine, my breasts mashed against his chest. I lace his neck with one arm, pulling him into me, and open my mouth to kiss him.

  As soon as our lips connect, Connor doesn’t waste a second, he simply thrusts, doing it as hard as he can. His thickness pushes my inner walls back as it struggles to go all the way in, and I almost stop breathing as I feel the tip of his cock bumping against that hidden spot of pleasure inside of me.

  "I’m going to miss this cock," I tell him, pulling back from our kiss and looking into his eyes.

  "Then I better give you something to remember," he replies, softly thrusting and never taking his eyes off mine.

  "Give me something I can dream of," I whisper, keeping eye contact as I feel his cock sliding in and out of me." Give me something I can think of whenever I’m alone…"

  "I’ll give you more than that," he replies gently, kissing me with a kind of tenderness that makes my heart melt. Then, faithful to his words, he starts rocking his hips against mine at a growing tempo, his heavy balls slapping against my pussy each time he goes in.

  Before I know it, he’s ravaging me so hard that I can barely feel anything. It’s as if my brain has vanished from inside my skull. Even my nerve endings seem to have disappeared from my body… Of course, this only happens for a couple of seconds; the moment I regain my capacity to feel, the pleasure hits me so fiercely that I almost burst from the inside out. Throwing my head back, I bump it against the floor and let out one mighty scream. My voice is so violent and furious that I don’t even sound like a woman anymore; no, I must sound like a banshee, one straight out of those mythological stories.

  "Do you want more?" he teases me, slowing down again, but the glint in his eyes tells me that he already knows the answer to that question.

  "Of course," I purr. I haven’t even finished replying when he slides his cock out of me. Grabbing my hips, he forces me to turn around on the floor, and then he lies on top of me, his strong pectorals against my back. Driven by instinct, I jut my ass back at him and he reacts accordingly, placing his cock between my inner thighs and pressing its tip against my inner lips.

  The moment he has an angle, he doesn’t hesitate; he thrusts once more, pistoning into me in such a way that I can’t help but unleash another vicious scream. And, Jesus, he’s thrusting so hard that I can’t stop. Even though my throat feels raw and spent, screams and moans keep bubbling up to my lips, cascading out of my mouth in a vengeful fury.

  Slapping his thighs against my ass cheeks, his balls doing the same with my pussy, Connor starts ravaging me again. I press my forehead against the floor as he does it, enduring the sweet pain of his cock inside me. And when I say pain, what I really want to say is pleasure; it’s funny how these two tend to blend during sex, isn’t it?

  "Harder… I want it harder…" I beg of him, struggling to get the words out. My voice is now so spent that I can only manage a whisper, but it’s enough for him. With his hands on my ass, he thrusts so wildly that I have to place my hands on the floor to stop myself from moving forward. Gritting my teeth, I let my eyes roll in their orbits as I feel that sweet pressure building inside me: there’s a ball of electric fire growing and growing in the pit of my stomach, my lungs seem to be working to the extent of their power, and even my brain is overheating.

  "OH FUCK!" I shout, one of my hands darting out and going straight to his ass. Grabbing one of his ass cheeks, I force him to stand still, his cock buried deep inside my pussy as a seizure of pleasure takes over me. Every single muscle in my body seems to be twitching right now, and I’ve lost all control of my body. I’m like a puppet whose strings have been cut, and if you think that’s not a good comparison… Well, that’s just because you can’t see the state I’m in.

  "That was amazing," I sigh as he slides his cock out of me. Pushing my hands against the floor, I realize that I’m completely covered in sweat, so much that my body has been imprinted on the floor. Running one hand through my sweat-soaked hair, I turn to Connor and crawl toward him. Once more, I place my hands on his chest and push him down to the floor.

  Moving like a predatory feline, I climb on top of him and grab his cock. There’s nothing subtle or gentle about what I do next, but it’s not like it matters. I just raise my hips, angle my pussy, and then lower myself over his cock as hard as I can, impaling myself on his huge member. I do it so viciously that I wouldn’t be surprised if his cock simply broke me in half, a rift going from my pussy to my forehead. Thankfully, that doesn’t happen, and so I’m free to start riding him as hard as I possibly can.

  Swaying my hips back and forth, I then stop and jump up and down his cock. I keep going like that for what seems like an eternity, going from riding his cock to simply jumping up and down over it. I feel thick beads of sweat dripping down my head, and their saltiness stings my eyes.

  "You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met," Connor groans, stroking my face with the palm of his hand gently. I’m so surprised by the suddenness of his words that I slow down, my movements becoming kind and tender.

  Still, I don’t stop moving; I keep on doing it until my inner walls close in around his cock, that pressure inside me becoming almost unbearable. This time I don’t even moan or scream, I just bend over and collapse on top of Connor’s chest, lying my head over his pectorals as the hundredth orgasm of the day consumes me whole.

  "More... " I groan against his chest, pushing myself up to a sitting position.

  "Are you sure?" he laughs tenderly, running one hand through my hair. "You seem pretty wasted."

  "I’m never too wasted for this," I grin back at him, taking his cock out of my pussy. Instead of changing positions, though, I keep straddling him… I just reorient his cock to where I want it to be.

  Pursing my lips the moment I feel the tip of his thick cock against my asshole, I then start pushing myself down. As his inches slide inside of me, slowly, I take deep breaths to endure the pain that’s shooting up my
spine. As pleasurable as it is to have him inside my ass, it’s not an easy task; you can take that to the bank.

  Still, the moment I have his whole cock inside of my ass, it feels as if I’m on Cloud 9. Right now, I’m in Heaven. Moving my hips carefully, I allow his cock to slide in and out of my ass, and I do it until I feel that my insides have grown accustomed to his size. Then I up the ante, jumping up and down over his cock and allowing him to stretch me wide.

  "Fuck," he groans, his teeth gritted as he looks up at me. There’s an expression of pure bliss on his face, and that’s only normal; after all, if he enjoys my tight mouth and pussy, how could he not enjoy something even tighter?

  I keep on riding him toward sweet oblivion, my brain and heart racing at a thousand miles per hour. I feel as if I’m stretching my sanity to its limits, but I can’t stop myself. Even if it kills me, I need to come one more time.

  "As hard as you can… As hard as you can… As hard as you --" Connor shuts me up real quick, thrusting upward so fiercely that every single one of my nerve endings explodes. My eyes bulge in their sockets, and I think that my heart even stops for a couple of seconds. Right now, I’m not sure what’s happening with my body; my mind has checked out, and I feel like I’m having an out-of-body experience, seeing it all unfold in the third person.

  The most intense orgasm I've ever experienced takes over, a whirlwind of burning sensations climbing up my spine in a flash. Tumbling backwards, I allow his cock to pop out of me and I simply sprawl myself on the floor, my limbs flailing as I try to regain control of my body. Jesus, this is almost too much… I’m almost afraid of going insane. And no, I’m not being dramatic; just try cumming this many times, and this hard, and you’ll see what I’m talking about.

  I open my mouth to say something, but I can’t even do that. I’ve reached my limits, and I’m not even sure if I can stand up right now. But, of course, there’s still something I want to do, and where there’s a will, there’s a way.