The Biggest Licker: An MFM Reality Show Romance

by Alexis Angel

  But no - I can’t fold right now. I’ve made it this far, and I’m not giving up.

  Letting go of their cocks, I place my hands on the counter and slide down from it; walking past both men, I let a sigh escape my lips as I walk across the kitchen. I need to take a moment right now, or else I don’t know what I’ll do.

  “Where are you going?” Tristan asks me, but I just turn on my heels and grab one of the chairs close to the small side table. I sit down on it , facing both men, and then throw the devil’s smile at them.

  “I’m going nowhere,” I purr, running my hands up the side of my body and placing them over my breasts. I mash them together, my eyes never leaving his, and they start walking toward me, their eyes widening as that raging hunger takes over them again. “And neither are you. Take your shirts off,” I tell them, surprising myself with the commanding tone of my voice.

  They exchange a quick glance, and what do you know? They obey me - raising their hands slowly, they start unbuttoning their shirts, revealing their toned chest to me. I watch them do it in silence, and now I feel my lips going dry as their abs come into sight, perfect squares of muscles that look like a top-of-the-shelves washboard.

  “What now?” Madden asks me as he pushes the shirt down his arms, and I can tell that he’s dying to hear my next command.

  “Now...” I say, running the tip of my tongue over my lips. “Your belts, unbuckle them.”

  “Bossy. I like that,” Tristan chuckles as he takes his fingers to his belt and unbuckles it, my eyes following every motion of their hands. They pull their zippers down, and my heart skips a beat as their cotton boxer briefs come into sight, their hard cocks stretching the fabric thin.

  Taking their shoes off and kicking them to the side, they then push their pants down their legs and step out of them. Now standing only in their boxer briefs, I have to fight against the urge to crawl up to them and rip that last piece of clothing off their bodies.

  Ah, but why fight such a beautiful urge?

  “Come closer,” I whisper, and their feet carry them to me. They stop just a few steps away from me, but they’re close enough for me to raise my arms and reach for them with my open hands. I flatten them over their boxer briefs, exhaling sharply as I feel the warmness of their cocks, and then I curl my fingers over the edge of their underwear.

  Holding my breath now, I start pulling their boxer briefs down. Their cocks spring free in a heartbeat and, before I can stop myself, I’ve already slid down the chair. I kneel right in front of them and push their boxers down their legs, then taking a moment to look at them in all of their naked glory.

  More than just men, they look like a sculpture. They’re a living and breathing piece of art, there’s no doubt in my mind about it. Each muscle in their bodies seems to have been etched by the scalpel of a sculptor from the Renaissance, and their cocks are simply God’s gift to women.

  “Enjoying the sights?” Madden chuckles, and I raise my gaze to meet his.

  “Yes. Just like you,” I shoot back at him, fully knowing that he simply can’t stop himself from staring at my naked body, his eyes going from my face to my breasts and pussy, repeating that cycle over and over again.

  “Now, let’s see how far you’re willing to go when it comes to sharing,” I continue, raising my arms and placing one finger over the tip of their cocks. I move my fingers down the length of their shaft, my pressure soft and gentle, and then I bring them back up. I do that a few times, driving them completely mad, and only then do I curl the rest of my fingers around the thickness of their shafts.

  Flicking my wrists, I stroke them softly, allowing the rhythm of my hands to develop naturally. I keep my eyes trained on their cocks, but I can still hear their breathing growing more heavy and ragged. Leaning in toward Tristan’s cock, I part my lips and rest them over the head of his cock, licking his pre-cum with the tip of my tongue. I roll my lips down until I engulf his whole tip; then, instead of rolling my lips down, I pop his cock out of my mouth and turn my attention toward Madden.

  He rests his hands on my head as my lips touch him, and I do the same thing I did with Tristan, slowly taking the tip of his cock into my mouth. I keep on switching from one cock to the other and, while my mouth takes care of one, my hand takes care of the other.

  “Are you trying to make me go crazy?” Madden suddenly blurts out, yanking on my hair and forcing me to stop altogether. “I want that mouth,” he continues, desire making his words burn.

  “Then why don’t you take it?” I tease him with a soft purr, and he narrows his eyes slightly. I can almost see the gears turning inside his head as he realizes what I’ve just told him.

  “I can do that,” he says in a single breath and then, keeping my head in place, he grabs his cock with his free hand and presses its tip against my lips. Opening my lips, I allow him inside of me and he thrusts hard. His long inches slide over my tongue in a hurry, and he only stops when the tip of his cock is pressed tight against the back of my throat.

  I let a moan climb up my throat, and the sound of it travels over the length of his shaft. Tightening his hold on my hair, he starts rocking his hips, his cock sliding in and out of my mouth fast.

  Still grabbing Tristan’s cock with one hand, I stroke him with the same rhythm with which Madden is fucking my mouth. He closes his eyes and sighs heavily, the tension in his body making his muscles bulge; I let my eyes wander over to his abs, and my insides clench as I see his muscles stretching his skin thin. If I didn’t have my mouth full, I’d lick these sweet abs right now.

  “So… fucking… tight,” Madden groans as he keeps pistoning into my mouth, and I feel a slight spasm running over his shaft. He slows down shortly after, and I can tell that he’s trying not to cum yet.

  “Tired already?” I tease him as he slides his cock out of my mouth, and this time he doesn’t even reply. He just looks at me with an expression of unbridled desire, and I realize that he didn’t stop because he didn’t want to cum - he stopped because he was about to lose control.

  “After that tight mouth of yours,” he finally says, breathing hard, “I just can’t help but wonder how tight your pussy is.”

  “Then you’ll keep wondering,” I shoot back at him without even thinking, and then grab his cock with one hand. Turning my attention toward Tristan, I dive into him with my mouth open and impale my head on his huge member. I bob my head back and forth as fast as I can, savoring the way his thickness pushes my jaw to the very limit.

  I keep on sucking and stroking for a long time, my body being steered by instinct, and then a sudden thought pierces the stillness in my mind.

  Deciding to test their limits, I take Tristan’s cock out of my mouth and, gripping their members tightly, I pull them close to one another. They step forward hesitantly, but they don’t fight back - the glistening tips of their cocks are just one inch apart, and so I lean in and flick my tongue at them. I feel my lips brushing against both their cocks at the same time and, allowing a moment of insanity to take over me, I tug on their shafts hard and force them to press their cocks together.

  Giving them no time to react, I open my mouth as wide as I can and engulf their tips with my lips. I don’t know how I do it but, somehow, I manage to have both their cocks inside my mouth at the same time. They’re pulsing against each other, and against my tongue and the inside of my cheeks, and they’re filling me up so perfectly that I can’t even bob my head. I just remain still, the only thing moving in my body being my tongue. It laps against their cocks eagerly, running around them fast... and they seem to be enjoying it.

  I guess they really meant it when they said they wanted to share. I mean, I have both their cocks inside my mouth right now… It can’t get any better than this, can it?

  “I want you to cum,” I finally say, taking their cocks out of my mouth and breathing in deeply. Still with my fingers wrapped tightly around their shafts, I stroke them both at the same time, and let the wicked thought I just had turn into words as
I pleasure them. “I want your cum all over me…” I continue, a sudden urgency to be covered in their seed making my mind spin in circles.

  “That can be arranged,” Tristan says with a grin, his cock throbbing against my fingers as he hears me talk.

  “It sure can,” Madden agrees with a chuckle, and their replies somehow make my hands start working harder over their cocks. I flick my wrists so hard that pain shoots up my arm, but I just ignore it and keep on pushing my body, eager to drive them past the finish line.

  Lucky for me (and for my wrist), it doesn’t take long. The more their breathing grows heavy, the more their cocks seem to pulse against my fingers - and then the inevitable happens.

  I don’t even have the time to close my eyes.

  A long rope of cum shoots out of Tristan’s cock in a fraction of a second, flying up in a arch before finally landing on my face. I feel it splatter against my skin and I just open my mouth by instinct. I do it right on time: a second strand of cum shoots up from Madden’s cock and lands right on my tongue, his raw scent inundating me at once.

  “Oh God,” I moan, the cum covering my tongue sticking to the roof of my mouth. Even though I just called God, I think I’d be better off calling the Devil - what we’re doing here fits the sinful category pretty neatly after all.

  Letting go of their cocks, I take my hands to my breasts and squeeze them eagerly; while I do it, they keep on cumming, shooting up their load all over my face and chest. I flatten the palm of my hands over my tits and start smearing the cum coating my skin all over me, enjoying the way my fingers slide easily over the slippery curve of my breasts.

  As I let go of their cocks, they grab them and started stroking themselves, eager to finish the job. Each stroke of them sends thick ropes of cum flying toward me and, when their orgasms finally fade away, I’m dripping so much cum that, more than a woman, I must look like a wax figure right now.

  I look up at them, still rubbing my hands over my breasts and chest, and smile. They smile back at me, their eyes widening as they take in the scene, and I can only imagine how I must look to them right now. I mean, I can barely blink - my eyelids are sticking together from all the cum dripping down my forehead and into my eyes.

  I’m about to stand up when Madden stops me, placing one hand on my shoulder and forcing me to stay down on my knees.

  “Where do you think you’re going?” Tristan asks me and, before I even have the time to blink, both men are kneeling in front of me. As if they had agreed to it telepathically, each one of them grabs one of my tits and then lean down, opening their mouths and wrapping their lips around my cum-covered nipples.

  Throwing my head back and sighing, I lace their necks with my arms and just let them kiss my breasts, their tongues licking my nipples dry. When they’re finally done with my rosy tips, they let their tongues work their way up to my neck, and they scoop every strand of cum on the way.

  Tristan is the first to reach my lips - he moves his tongue up the contour of my jaw, and then just presses his mouth against mine. Still with my eyes closed, I let our tongues dance, the cum in both our mouths blending and dripping down our chins.

  “My turn,” Madden says and, as Tristan moves to the side, he takes his position and kisses me almost too feverishly. We do it for a while and then, feeling my whole mouth brimming with cum, I pull back from him and throw them both my most wicked grin.

  Without a word, I simply swallow.

  “You know what you’re doing to us, don’t you?” Tristan asks me, unblinking, and I just keep on smiling.

  “Oh, she knows,” Madden replies in my turn. “She knows exactly what she’s doing. She’s driving us fucking crazy, and loving every second of it.”

  Running my tongue between my lips and licking them dry, I finally manage to find the right words.

  “You’re big boys,” I tell them as, moving slowly, I go up to my feet and pick up my underwear from the floor. “I’m sure you’ll survive it.”

  Just between you and me, though, I don’t think I’m driving them crazy - no, I’m driving me crazy.

  And, sooner or later, I’m going to snap.

  30

  Maya

  Storming into my boss’s office, I give him a hard look.

  “What the fuck, Everett?”

  I know I’m playing a dangerous game, walking in here like this and questioning my boss. He could fire me for insubordination. And I really need this job. But I’m so over his bullshit that it’s almost hard to care.

  He just watches me, calm and indifferent. “What now, Maya?”

  “I think you know what. You totally engineered that fight between Tristan and Madden. Admit it. You set them up.”

  He shrugs and looks back at his computer, obviously not caring one little bit. “Yeah? So?”

  “Are you kidding me right now?” I burst out, so tired of him manipulating this show. Manipulating people’s feelings.

  “Are you kidding me?” he counters. “Get over it, Maya. It’s a goddamn reality show. People expect this shit. They want to see it. It’s my job to give them what they want. And I don’t have to explain myself to you.”

  I grind my teeth. He’s such an asshole.

  “What about what Megan wants?”

  He arches a brow, giving me a condescending look. “I’m hoping this little encounter will force Megan to make a fucking choice. The ratings are high, but the viewers are going to get impatient. They want her to choose already. They want to see some good stuff. If she doesn’t get on with it already she’s going to ruin the finale of the show.” His voice becomes steely. “I won’t allow that to happen. I’ve got too much invested in this show to let her fuck it up.”

  I stare at him, shocked, but not really, that he’d say all this. He doesn’t care at all that people are going to get hurt. That there are real feelings at stake here. He just keeps right on blathering about his precious viewers,not even bothering to look at me.

  “Reports show that Madden has a slight lead with the viewers. They want to see him win. So, let’s give them what they want.”

  I don’t move, furious at what he’s implying.

  After a long moment, he looks up at me as if he doesn’t understand why I’m still standing here. “Do I need to spell it out for you, Maya? Push Megan toward Madden. She listens to you. Let her believe he’s in love with her and that he’s the one she needs to choose.” Then, as if he doesn’t see the look of disgust on my face, he keeps right on, leaning back in his chair and resting his hands behind his head, propping his feet on the desk.

  “I’m can already see it.” He takes one hand and spreads it across the air in front of him as if he’s envisioning a marquee. “We’ll create a spinoff show about Megan and Madden, something about a wedding or some shit. Then we can put Tristan on his own show. The brooding, intense billionaire bachelor. Bring in a bunch of new women to win his heart after it was broken by Megan. The viewers will eat that shit up.”

  I scoff, shaking my head. “There’s no way I can force Megan to choose. It has to be her decision.” It’s all I can think to say. He doesn’t care at all. This really is all a game to him.

  Everett’s eyes harden and his takes his feet off the desk and stands, staring down at me with his beady eyes. “You’ll get the right results for this finale or you can find yourself a new job. Do you understand?”

  I stare at him for a long moment, letting his words sink in. Then I lift my chin in acknowledgment and spin on my heel, walking out the door without another word. We’ll see.

  31

  Megan

  “We have to stop meeting like this.”

  Maya grins at my little joke. She’s pulled me into the bathroom yet again, but then she gets serious. “Megan, what are you doing?”

  I can only assume she means what happened yesterday between me and Tristan and Madden. I feel like I should be embarrassed. I mean, that was all caught on camera. Me and two men. Them doing all kinds of wonderfully naughty things to me. B
ut I’m not. It just felt…right.

  I sigh. “What do you want me to say?”

  “How about what’s going on in your head right now?”

  I’m sure she’s just trying to look out for me. She’s become my friend after all this time in the house, and God knows I could use a friend right now with all the craziness.

  “Honestly?” I say, lifting a shoulder. “I really like what happened yesterday. It felt good. It felt right. I think I’m most comfortable with Tristan and Madden sharing me. I can’t explain it. It was just perfect. I can’t decide between them, I want them both, so it just makes sense. I really want to choose them both.”

  I stop and gauge Maya’s reaction. She just looks at me blankly. Obviously that won’t fly. And the finale is nearly here.

  Rolling my shoulders, which are so tense all of a sudden—I try to make her feel better. “Don’t worry. I’m going to go talk to both of them and see where we stand and then I’ll make my decision.”

  “Megan, I think you need to follow your heart.”

  I nod. Of course. My heart. That crazy thing that’s so conflicted that the mere idea of having to say goodbye to either Tristan or Madden has it squeezing in my chest. What does following my heart even mean? Because right now, all my heart wants is both of them.

  “I will.”

  “But,” she continues, her voice cryptic, her eyes a mystery, “remember that rules are made to be broken. Maybe it’s time for you to make your own rules.” She gives me a sympathetic smile, then leaves me alone.

  What the fuck does that even mean? I have no idea. Rules are made to be broken? Is she talking about the game? Is she talking about the fact that I want two men, when I should just be happy with one?

  But I can’t be happy with one. I know that. I care about both of them. That’s the only thing I’m certain of at this point. I can’t imagine giving either of them up. I want to choose both.