The Boys Next Door: An MFM Menage Romance

by Miranda Silver

  “Fuck, you really are pure slut, Diana. You’re a bad, bad girl.” A firm smack on her ass drove the breath out of her.

  “Ian,” she moaned, instinctively pushing her hips back to accept him.

  “You don’t even know which one’s which,” the other girl breathed, pushing back sweaty red curls. Jesus, she was lying on the bed, watching the three of them with a big smile on her face, one hand slipping between her smooth thighs as Brendan pulled her closer to him. “That’s hot as fuck.”

  “No, I do know,” Diana protested, but a hand tugged her face back to the slick pussy in front of her.

  Right then, Ian drove forward, thrusting her lips into the girl’s soft warmth. Slim hands grabbed Diana’s hair. Smooth thighs closed around her head.

  Oh God — it was definitely Ian behind her now, inside her, around her, his thick cock opening her pussy more and more. And she was licking the girl’s soft folds all over like her mouth had a mind of its own, remembering how Ian had massaged her cunt with his burning tongue and copying his movements.

  Diana panted for breath as Ian fucked her with long deep strokes, handling her firmly by the hips while she tongued the girl’s eager opening and tried little circles over her excited clit, amazed at the way the hard bud slipped and slid under the weight of her tongue.

  More moans filled the air. God, she was tasting the dripping pussy of some gorgeous girl she didn’t even know — a girl who was squirming and whimpering with real need, hot juice coating her rosy lips. Diana shuddered with answering need, her cunt quivering around the hard rod inside her, and heard Ian’s quick intake of breath.

  “Whatever you’re doing to her, you hot little slut, you’re doing it right,” he breathed.

  A large hand slapped her ass again. And again. It stung when Ian spanked her, but in the very best way, heat blooming over her feverish cheeks. Each time his hand connected with the firm roundness, her pussy rippled around his cock, and it all felt better…and better…

  Soft moans met her ears from the side, blending with the louder moans from above. Oh…Brendan must be doing something with the other girl -- but when curiosity and lust pulled her gaze away from the slick folds under her tongue, the girl’s hands immediately pulled her back.

  Fingers found Diana’s clit, sending waves of sharp pleasure through her full cunt. Her soaked pussy contracted around Ian’s cock, and she whimpered into the girl’s creamy valley, now thrusting rhythmically into her face. As Ian’s fingers moved more swiftly on her own clit, rubbing her firmly, she licked the girl’s clit faster, sucking the hard nub into her mouth and gently working a fingertip into her clasping cunt.

  When the girl’s soft cunt contracted on Diana’s finger, her hips arched forward. Diana knew that motion. She was begging for more, and oh Jesus, Diana wanted to give her more. Tentatively, she eased a second finger into the girl’s spasming tightness, sucking on her clit again, amazed at the squeals of pleasure she was hearing and the soft squeezes around her fingers.

  The girl was coming. She’d made her come. This was so crazy, and oh God, Ian was fucking her thoroughly now, possessing her whole cunt with his cock on each stroke and rubbing her clit in a way that left her no choice but to finally melt around his thick hardness in a long shuddering orgasm. God — he just didn’t stop — pounding her through spasms of pleasure, over and over again, while she rested her cheek on the girl’s thigh and soft hands stroked her hair.

  And just like that, he pulled out of her.

  “Ian, no…” she moaned, but before she could protest more, hands rolled her onto her back, pushed her into the mattress, laced through her own fingers and pinned them above her head.

  Instinctively, she raised her hips, the breath forced out of her as Ian’s thick cock, slick with her cream, sank back into her quivering pussy in one long thrust. His mouth captured hers as he fucked her. His hard kisses were driving her crazy, sucking the other girl’s tangy juices off her lips

  “Ian,” she gasped. “Oh God—“

  “Fuck, you two are hot together,” a girl’s voice floated above her. “You’re really taking everything he has to give.”

  Oh no, she wasn’t. “Harder,” Diana breathed. Ian groaned, slamming his hips into her. “More.”

  As she arched to meet Ian’s driving thrusts, her head rolled back and to the side. Pleased hazel eyes met hers. Diana shuddered as Brendan’s gaze traveled over her heaving chest, her firm full breasts, her puckered nipples begging to be pinched, and her soft thighs clasping his brother’s waist. Two smooth female bodies snuggled on either side of Brendan, the brunette’s skin brushing Diana’s as she writhed under Ian’s muscled body and struggled to get her hands free so she could touch him. He wasn’t letting her move — she couldn’t take much more… A moan left her mouth when she saw Brendan’s large hand cup a pert breast, stroking a pouting brown nipple. God. Oh God, yes. It was all too hot to watch.

  “Can I?” A teasing voice, a throaty girl’s voice. Diana blinked. Red curls hung over Brendan’s crotch. Expectant green eyes met hers. Full lips waited over Brendan’s meaty erection. God, the girl was asking her permission to suck Brendan off, and he was just smiling at Diana and waiting for her answer. Ian’s cock jerked inside her cunt and his thrusts slowed a fraction, his eyes focusing.

  For a second, Diana couldn’t say anything. She could only whimper, trying to buck her hips against Ian’s unyielding body, because the air was saturated with sex and words were out of reach.

  “Oh yeaahhh.” It came out a long pleading groan. “Suck Brendan.” Ian’s hands tightened on hers, just as the girl’s full lips opened around Brendan’s engorged cock with a blissful expression.

  “Mmmm,” Brendan moaned delightedly, running his fingers through thick curls. His other hand explored the tanned curves nestled against him. “You do that so well, gorgeous.”

  Need rocked Diana’s body. She knew exactly how that silky smooth, heavy cock felt between her lips, twitching under her tongue. How Brendan’s creamy cum would taste when he flooded the girl’s mouth with warmth. Her pussy clenched Ian’s cock at the sight.

  Brendan’s bright hazel eyes were fogged with lust as the girl’s mouth moved over his cock, but when he caught Diana looking, he gave her a wink. She moaned softly, her whole body tightening.

  “Good, Di. You’re doing so well, sweetness,” Brendan murmured. “Take Ian deeper, let him fuck you. Just give in.”

  Oh God, there was no way she could take Ian any deeper now. He was fucking her fully, bumping her cervix with every stroke just like his brother had that first time in the treehouse, but stronger, faster, his body hard and demanding and soaked with sweat. She squeezed his hands tightly. Her arms ached from being pinned above her head. But with every thrust, he ground against her mound. Pleasure swirled through her pussy, edged with discomfort, and as she relaxed under Ian’s heavy body, whimpering into his mouth, the pain diffused into hot need, racing towards ecstasy.

  “Let me touch you,” she pleaded, squirming under his weight. She was going to go crazy if Ian didn’t free her hands right now. But he just shook his head. “Fuck you, Ian!” Her own furious yell shocked her. Ian’s eyes widened — with lust. She was barely aware of the soft sounds of pleasure right next to them. “Why are you doing this? What do you want?”

  “I want to see you let go.” Ian’s growl was a world away from the teasing voice she knew — soft, low and intense. “I want to see you lose your shit, Diana. I want to see how much you can take.”

  Oh my God, she didn’t recognize him, didn’t recognize herself, but everything was realer than real and she had to know, too. She had to know how much they could all take.

  “Do it for us, Di,” Brendan urged, next to her.

  She gripped Ian’s cock as hard as she could, flexing her pussy around him, his animal grunts blocking out everything else. His face contorted with need. He hadn’t been joking in the Jeep. This was beyond wild. Beyond anything she’d ever imagined.

  So
und suddenly rushed in: Brendan’s groans of enjoyment, familiar girlish moans and needy whimpers, and sudden sharp screams that startled Diana.

  It was her. Her voice. She was screaming. Oh Jesus, she was so loud, filling the room, her shrieks bouncing off the walls, beyond any embarrassment, and with every hard thrust, Ian forced more sound out of her.

  Her heels pressed Ian’s back, trying to pull him in further. Her head rolled to the side. Hot lips on her throat took her over the edge. As Ian sucked on her sensitive neck, his face swam in front of her.

  When Diana’s eyes focused, shivers running through her body at the sight of the brunette’s perfect heart-shaped ass rocking over Brendan’s face, Ian let go of her hands. All she could do was wrap her arms around him, take him in, her cunt contracting with need around his thick cock, while he groaned and thrusted and came deep in her quivering pussy.

  A broad body rolled off her. Diana lay sprawled on the rumpled bed, her cheek on Ian’s chest, resting against smooth skin and hair matted with sweat. Warm male fingers wrapped around hers — Brendan’s. She heard the whispers of the girls, saw the last flickers of the candles, before her heavy eyelids closed.

  Chapter Seven

  Diana blinked at the dim shapes of an unfamiliar room. Cool air kissed her bare curves. Deep, peaceful, regular breathing stirred her hair, and a soft pillow cradled her cheek.

  She knew the broad male chest pressed against her back, the solid arm circling her waist -- Brendan. His steady touch calmed her, easing the confusion of lying in a strange bed, naked with a buzzing head.

  A delicate snore behind Brendan made her giggle suddenly, and she quickly rolled over and buried her laugh in Brendan’s warm shoulder. He shifted, settling against her and pulling her close, smiling in his sleep. A hand dropped down to cup her ass.

  Over the slope of his broad back, Diana saw bare feminine curves and one last candle, still lit and near the end of its life.

  Last night? Last night. Oh, sweet merciful everything, last night.

  Had it really happened? It hadn’t. She was dreaming, right now, as her eyes moved over the very detailed poster about Scorpio hanging above the very naked girl fast asleep against Brendan’s back.

  She was definitely dreaming up the five bodies tangled up on one bed. The total stranger sheets pressing against her cheek, soft and purple, smelling like patchouli. The fact that a gorgeous girl, the type who’d always intimidated her, was snoring, not to mention that the bed hadn’t cracked.

  And everything she’d done — and liked it.

  She buried her face in Brendan’s shoulder again, breathing in his scent, aware of the other male body behind her and the heat coming off it. God, her hair had to be a sweaty mess, she didn’t even want to know the state of her makeup, her skin prickled with the warmth of both twins’ bodies, and her thighs were wet and juicy. She couldn’t help rubbing her hardening nipples against Brendan’s chest. He let out a soft sound of enjoyment.

  After she’d drifted off last night, after she’d completely lost control with the twins, and God — those girls — she’d half-woken a little later, pleasantly fuzzy, her head resting on Ian’s slow-breathing chest.

  Hands had smoothed her sweaty hair back from her face. A low voice had whispered in her ear: Brendan, asking if she was okay.

  She’d nodded and reached for him, pulling him down to her as sensations took over: powerful arms wrapping around her. Brendan’s muscular leg parting hers. His cock, gliding easily into her soaked and tingling pussy. His murmurs that he’d take it easy on her after Ian. Her thighs, sore, but instinctively hugging his waist, as she yielded to his soft kisses on her lips and his gentle strokes into her aching cunt.

  Brendan’s warm hands held her tightly against him, angling her ass to fuck her more deeply, until she felt Ian stir and she whispered in Brendan’s ear that she wanted to turn over. Then she gasped when hardness speared her swollen pussy from behind, moving in and out with coaxing strokes that made her wetter and wetter, while she beckoned Ian in front of her and opened her lips to his cock, hot and silky smooth and juicy and perfect. She wanted him to say something, anything, as she swirled her tongue over his swollen head and lapped up the pearl of liquid oozing out, but he just watched her, eyes half-closed, hands fisting in her hair.

  And oh yes, Brendan was exploring her full hanging breasts with one large palm, rubbing his thumb softly over her puckered nipples, arousing her beyond belief and urging her in his most reassuring voice to take Ian’s cock deeper and deeper into her mouth. God, her cunt was so full, her mouth was so full, she needed to moan and she couldn’t even manage it around Ian’s thick shaft, but no way would she stop, not when Ian was actually whimpering above her, raw sounds of arousal and need driving every lick and suck as she bathed his cock with her tongue.

  She was vaguely aware of the girls next to them, flashes of smooth shifting bodies and low nuzzling sounds. Soft skin brushed against hers, and two pairs of eyes eagerly watched her writhe between the twins.

  Diana couldn’t resist wriggling more, sucking Ian harder, thrusting toward Brendan faster, moaning louder as Ian pulled back. Jesus, this was so crazy, and it was so hot to hear the girls moaning too as they drank in the sight of the twins fucking her—

  But when Brendan’s roaming hand massaged its way down the curve of her belly and cupped her mound, one finger finding her clit, she couldn’t concentrate on anything but the slow waves of pleasure spreading from his sure touch and the hot cock sliding over her tongue.

  “That’s it, sweetness,” Brendan murmured. “Come for us, Di. Just like that.”

  Diana gasped with need and release around Ian’s cock, heard him grunt. As he pulled on her hair, her slick pussy rippled on Brendan’s thickness, spasming harder and harder. Ian was flexing his hips now, fucking her mouth, his body taut with the effort to control his movements.

  Fingers tightened on her full hips. She hadn’t needed to look over her shoulder to know that Brendan was coming deep in her quivering pussy, whispering that she was so sexy and he was so proud of her, while Ian filled her mouth with hot cream, his low hoarse groans meeting her ears.

  Ian. The buzzing in her head turned into sharpness. Diana rolled over in Brendan’s sleep-heavy arms and reached in front of her for Ian, just wanting to rub her face against his chest and breathe with him.

  Her eyes focused. And oh God, Ian’s eyes were closed, his lashes resting on his cheeks, his eyelids looking kissable, while he moved and groaned softly. A naked female body spooned him from behind. Red curls brushed his shoulder. A lithe arm snaked under his, exploring his muscled chest. He shifted and let out an mmmmm as the hand trailed down his hard abs.

  This wasn’t happening. It was. And it had been okay to see Brendan with another girl in the heat of the moment, even intensely sexy to watch, but one hundred per cent wrong for Ian.

  As Diana stared, the girl’s hand moved idly over Ian’s stomach, exactly where her own hand should be, ruffling the line of hair and stopping to tickle his belly button. Ian’s eyes opened, met Diana’s, and he grunted more loudly, unmistakeable arousal in his fogged-over gaze. His cock was rapidly hardening. Jesus, was he getting off on her watching?

  Suddenly everything halted, everyone was awake and staring at her, Ian was blinking, his eyes not quite focusing, because she’d actually roared “MINE!” and made a grab for him.

  Then aching rushed through her head, and she couldn’t swallow around the lump in her throat.

  “I need to go,” she whispered, embarrassment flooding her cheeks.

  Oh my God, where were her clothes? She sat up, looking around wildly. That was…her black bra hanging off a lamp shade? A bra. Someone’s bra. Forget about her underwear, Ian had reduced it to shreds last night, and dammit, those panties hadn’t been cheap.

  The brunette rolled over on the other side of Brendan and mumbled something about saving the drama for the morning. Jesus. Breasts. She was looking at another girl’s breasts. She’d done a
lot more than look last night. But it was still last night, wasn’t it?

  “Where the hell is a clock?” Diana grumbled. Suddenly, knowing the time was extremely important. “Can someone just tell me where to find a goddamn clock?”

  God, she sounded grumpy and bitchy beyond all get-out, she wasn’t making sense even to herself, and the whole time her body was screaming Ian and she couldn’t even look at him.

  How many times had the twins woken up in the bed of some random girl — apart or together? Had the twins been in this bed before? Had they planned the whole orgy?

  She’d been determined to handle herself, keep up with them both — Jesus, surpass them. But she’d sensed she was in over her head with the twins, and she was right.

  Brendan stirred behind her and put a hand on her back. “It’s okay, Di,” he murmured groggily.

  “No, I really need to go.”

  Ian was rubbing his eyes, trying to sit up, reaching for her, while the redhead looked from Diana to the twins, her face lit with curious interest like she was watching a show. Diana wanted to hand her some popcorn and tell her to pull up a chair.

  “Can everyone please just shut up and go back to sleep?” the brunette groused into the sheets. “I don’t do drama before coffee.”

  “Di,” More urgency in Brendan’s voice, and less sleep. “Di, you’re coming down. It hits some people hard. Don’t go anywhere.”

  But she was already grabbing her crumpled red dress from the floor, pulling it on every which way over her sweaty curves, slinging her high heels over her shoulder and stumbling barefoot out of the apartment though her whole body told her to stay in bed with the twins.

  What happened next was a merciful blur: Ian, running out of the building shirtless, zipping up his pants, his hair mussed in all directions, trying to make sure she was okay while she managed, brilliantly, to call him a slut; Brendan, jogging out a few minutes later, fully dressed and much more together than his brother, trying to calm her down too; her pathetic attempt to stalk away from both of them with what was left of her dignity and catch the next bus home, when in fact they’d stopped running for the night.