“God damn,” he said breathlessly.
It was cold, so I used their coats to buffer myself against the metal of the air conditioning unit. Fortunately, my dress provided easy access. Clayton stood and Carl knelt down in the gravel to lick at my awaiting pussy. I took Clayton’s rod into my mouth and sucked and licked it. I wanted these two cocks. I needed these two cocks.
“Oh, yes! Yes!” I gasped. “Fuck me, please! Fuck me, boss!”
Carl stood, whipped out a condom and slipped it on in one quick motion. He started fucking my pussy, while Clayton grabbed my hair and started fucking my mouth. I loosened my throat as much as possible to accommodate his huge, throbbing manhood. I was erupting inside and gushing out of my pussy. Orgasm after tiny orgasm kept welling up inside me. I never wanted it to end!
Without a word, Clayton and Carl switched positions. Clayton put on a condom. I bent over the air conditioning unit, which was a little lower than waist high. It gave Clayton perfect access. He grabbed the back of my hair and started fucking me. Carl shoved his hot cock into my mouth and I greedily swallowed it.
“Yeah! Yeah!” I said, my mouth full of cock.
Clayton was grunting. He was a lot like his brother once the sex got going. Animalistic. Feral. Untamed! I pulled Carl’s cock out of my mouth.
“Now! Both of you. I want to feel both you inside my ass and pussy.”
By now, we were experts. Clayton got under me and I backed my ass right on his rock hard dick. Carl rushed right around to fill up my pussy.
“Yes!” I squealed. “Fill me up! Oh, God. Clayton. Carl. Fill me.”
The brothers changed their rhythm, one going in while the other going out. I could feel Carl’s big balls slapping against my pussy as he plunged in and out again and again. Clayton was lifting me up by the hips. Up and down on his magnificent cock. I could feel the cocks pulsating inside me. Their heartbeats aligned with mine. This was perfect. These were my loves and nothing would ever separate us. Carl was on the verge and I stopped him.
“No, don’t cum yet,” I insisted.
I pulled off of Clayton and got down on my knees.
“Cum on me, both of you,” I demanded. “Cum all over me!”
The boys whipped off their condoms and immediately began jerking off right in my face. I opened my mouth, ready to accept their seed. Clayton erupted first, gushing over my face and mouth. I licked up his delicious cum. Carl then finished in an explosion of white, almost filling my mouth. Both were moaning in pleasure.
I took both cocks into my mouth and licked up every drop. It was manna to me. Manna from the two men I loved. Carl offered me a handkerchief for the drops of semen on my face, but I waved it off, wiped it with my hand and then licked my fingers.
“I can handle you both,” I said, swallowing. “This is true love.”
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Three Billionaires for Valentine’s: An MFMM Menage
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Chapter 1 – Belinda
It was a great day for golf. Sunny, mild, low winds and cold beers. My friend, Franklin, always brought the beer. Carl had joined us as well.
I used to think I had a thing for Carl. He was young and sorta clueless, but every time he bent over to get a ball, I couldn’t help but admire his lean but chiseled physique. Now, though, he was kind of starting to wear on me. I was beginning to think he was too scrawny for my tastes. It must have just been my libido talking— I sure was horny these days.
I thought I could do better than Carl, though. I didn’t mean to brag, but I was one of those curvy girls who worked out every day for this ass. I’d been compared to Reese Witherspoon— okay, people usually said something along the lines of “a chubby Reese Witherspoon,” but it still counted— and my buddy Franklin would phrase it as “an evil Reese Witherspoon.”
I didn’t know about his “evil” comparison. I always thought the original Reese Witherspoon was pretty evil already. Ever see This Means War? It takes a lot to make Tom Hardy look bad in a movie. And as for peoples’ “chubby” comparison— well, no matter how hard I worked out or how well I watched what I eat, I still seemed to have eternal baby chub. But that’s what I’d been told made me look so young and cute, so, I’d learned to love it. If that made me egotistical, I guess you’d have to find me guilty of that charge.
Franklin wasn’t too shabby for a guy in his 50’s. I mean, he was bald with a soul patch, but he was attractive and fit for his age. His ex was an idiot for divorcing him. Franklin was a blast. He drove the golf cart at top speed with one hand and a beer in the other. How could you not admire that?
“All right, let’s start this back nine!” announced Franklin, skidding to a halt. “We should hurry this along. We could run out of beer!”
“Oh, the horror,” I added. “Hand me another brewski, will you Carl?”
“Sure,” he said obediently. “You guys sure drink a lot of beer when you golf.”
“You should try it,” I encouraged. “Loosen up. It’s a golf game.”
“Oh, no thanks,” Carl demurred. “I read that sun and alcohol don’t mix. Plus, I have to drive home later.”
Carl turned away and rifled through the cooler to find me a beer in the ice. Franklin took the moment to mock him behind his back. He pointed to Carl and then made a square with his fingers.
“Buddy, you gotta learn to live life,” said Franklin. “Live every day off like it’s your last.”
“Oh, I might have to head to the office,” Carl admitted. “I’m on call.”
“On call? What are you? A doctor?” said Franklin, sarcastically. “I promise you that whatever those underlings attempt to get you to do today is just shit work no one else wants to figure out how to do themselves.”
“He’s right,” I agreed. “Turn off your phone and pretend your battery died. This is wise advice from an old man.”
“Hey!” objected Franklin. “Don’t tee me off when I’m about to tee off.”
Franklin teed up a ball and then sliced the shit out of it trying to knock it down the fairway. Carl’s phone rang and he stupidly answered.
“Oh, great,” he said, sounding really excited for someone who was answering a work call from the golf course. “I’ll be there within the hour.”
Carl hung up.
“Welp, gotta go,” he announced, not even trying to look sad about it.
“You’re not even going to finish the game?” objected Franklin. “That’s wrong, Carl. Just wrong.”
“I’ll catch you guys next time,” said Carl grabbing his bag. “We have a new employee starting at the office today and that was my brother, saying she just got there. From her LinkedIn pic, she’s smoking hot. Gotta go see if reality matches up with the fantasy.”
I rolled my eyes. That was another thing I didn’t like about Carl: his cockiness.
“Let me drive you back to the clubhouse,” Franklin offered. “Maybe we could get a drink before you go.”
“No, you guys finish the game,” assured Carl. “No time for a drink. See ya.”
Carl hefted his clubs on his rippling shoulders and started walking back to the clubhouse. I used to imagine what it would be like to get manhandled by that clueless musclehead. But now I was over it. I watched him go any way, though. Franklin laughed at me.
“Jesus, why don’t you just wear a sign that says, ‘Please fuck me, Carl’?” joked Franklin. “Be a bit more subtle.”
“What is it with guys that young?” I lamented. “Were you that oblivious?”
“Probably, but he is kinda young for you, let’s be honest.”
I teed up a ball and smacked it down the fairway. I sliced it too, but not as bad as Franklin.
“I don’t know what I was thinking,” I adm
itted. “Carl’s not my type in lots of ways. Not the least of which is that I usually go for older guys.”
“How old?” asked Franklin. “I’m not that old.”
“You must be that drunk,” I kidded, hopping onto the golf cart.
Franklin started to drive us towards the balls. We had teased each other about getting together, but it didn’t seem serious until now. The two of us had great rapport. I was finding it hard to think of a reason why I wouldn’t try and date Franklin, quite frankly. Comparatively, Carl was kind of a moron in my eyes. I mean, I was sure he was right for someone— apparently, he hoped, his newest hire— but I’d decided that that someone wasn’t me. Franklin, on the other hand, had his act together and he was pretty attractive.
“Come on, seriously,” said Franklin on the cart. “It would be fun, you and me, going out. We could always stop if it got weird. Or if it didn’t get weird enough,” joked Franklin.
“Pff! I don’t know, Franklin,” I teased. “I’m not so sure you’d be able to keep up with me. Remember, I’ve seen your golf game.”
“My last girlfriend was younger than you,” reminded Franklin.
“That was your wife and you were high school sweethearts,” I reminded him.
“Still true. C’mon, let’s just have a drink. Alcohol will solve everything,” he promised, eyeing up his shot.
“Fine, but we take this slow. All I’m agreeing to is the drink,” I insisted.
Franklin hacked his ball out of the weeds and onto the green.
“See that?” said Franklin. “My luck’s already changing.”
We finished the back nine and went up to the clubhouse. Franklin’s buddies, Theo and Miles were there. Theo was in his 30’s, kind of a smooth operator, but a bit of a workaholic. He reminded me a bit of a white Jimmy Smits. Miles was in his 40’s, but shot out of a cannon. People said he should do stand up because he had an air of a class clown about him. The drinks in the club house were margaritas.
“Belinda, did you lose weight?” asked Theo with a smile. “Not that you would need to.”
“Well, she’d have to drop the two hundred pounds of shit sitting right next to me,” kidding Theo, referring to Franklin. “Or is it, two twenty?”
“Screw you, Theo,” growled Franklin. “I didn’t see you on the links today. Still trying to find your putter?”
Theo had thrown his putter into the lake a few weeks ago. The other guys never let him forget about it. You know how guys are. Always trash talking about this or that, even when they were friends.
Franklin was trying to press his luck with me, now that I opened the door to a possible romantic relationship. I guess Theo and Miles must’ve sensed what was going on. I got the distinct impression they upped their flirting game. Guys. So competitive, right? But, hey, who doesn’t love the attention, right?
Still, Franklin and I were at least six beers and two margaritas deep. Guess he forgot his friends were vying for my attention too, because he just suddenly made a move.
“Hey Belinda,” said Franklin. “Carl and Clayton’s office is throwing this Christmas party. You want to go with me?”
Normally, this wouldn’t be an issue, but he had added the words “with me” to that question. That meant as a couple, clearly. I wasn’t ready. I flinched.
“Only if Theo and Miles can come,” I bantered back.
Oh, God. I was drunk. Sorry, Franklin. Fortunately, he was drunk too, so while he gave me a confused look, he agreed.
Chapter 2 –Belinda
The day of the Christmas party, I was in a weird mood. I basically had a date with three guys. Sure, I’d gone out in groups before, but this didn’t feel that way. This felt like a date with four people. Was this weird? Would people know? They couldn’t know, right?
Franklin picked me up from my house with Theo and Miles in tow. I felt the eyes of the entire town on me as I rushed to get into his car. Is this happening or am I just being weird? It was the margaritas. If anything got too weird, I’d just blame it all on that.
Carl and Clayton’s Christmas party was a pretty great bash, but then the real announcement came when they both professed their love for the same woman! This real cute girl, Mandy, had only been working for the brothers for a short time. It turned out that she was the reason Carl had booked it off the green so quickly that day when Franklin and I were playing golf with him— and he was very glad he had. Apparently, I had heard, she was quite the hot commodity. No one in the office was sure which brother she was dating, but it turned out to be both.
They were totally serious.
I looked around. The world didn’t seem to end. Suddenly, my situation didn’t seem odd at all. I mean, if Mandy could be in love with two men, why couldn’t I go on a date with three, right? It could be fun. And if Carl, Clayton and Mandy could make it work at what was apparently a relationship, I certainly could make it work on a date.
We got our drink on, which made everything make more sense. I started to relax at the idea of having three dates. Franklin and Miles were joking, while Theo became an on-the-spot bartender mixing four amazing Appletinis.
“Hey Belinda,” asked Franklin, after the fourth or fifth drink. “We were thinking of heading back to my place to exchange Christmas presents.”
“You got me a Christmas present?” I said, touched. “That’s so sweet. I got something for you too.”
We finished up our drinks and decided to head back to Franklin’s house to exchange gifts.
***
Franklin’s house was a nice spread by a lake. It was quiet and quaint, with lots of windows which gave you great views of the surrounding woods and the ducks. Franklin was super filthy rich. But then again, so were all my dates. Lucky me, I couldn’t help but think.
Franklin had this enormous living room with a fireplace and tons of couches. You just flicked a switch and the fire came right on. Nearby was a Christmas tree, but I didn’t see any presents.
“Where’s my present?” I asked, flirtatiously.
“We had something a little different in mind,” admitted Franklin. “The guys and I talked it over and wanted to see which one of us you’d pick?”
“What if I don’t want to choose?” I proposed. “I find you all attractive.”
It was a bold move, but bold moves were in the air. After seeing Mandy get with Carl and Clayton, it didn’t seem so crazy. Theo, Miles and Franklin looked at each other. None of them wanted to back down.
“Doesn’t bother me,” assured Theo.
“I’m down,” said Miles.
“That’s what I like about you, Belinda,” smiled Franklin. “You go for it all. I guess you get three Christmas presents.”
Franklin poured us all a whiskey. It was good sipping whiskey and the perfect topper for what was about to happen. I was a little hesitant at first, but the warm sensation of the whiskey as it went down made me brave.
“It’s hot in here,” I suddenly said, standing up.
As I walked past the couch where my three men sat, I slowly unzipped the back of my dress. It was a tight little mini dress that showed off my body, but I was about to show off much more. I turned away, looked back at them and winked. Laughter rippled through the room. Seductively as I could, I slid down the top of my dress, teasing as I pushed it down past my shapely ass. My dress slipped slowly passed my thighs onto the floor. I stepped out of it, carefully bending over to pick up my dress before flinging it across the room in their direction.
The striptease continued as I unhooked my black lace bra, cupped my hands over my breasts and threw the bra onto Theo. I took my hands away and gave my rack a sexy little shake. My nipples were rock hard. I was turning myself on and getting bothered at the thought of what was to come.
Finally, I slipped out of my panties, playfully keeping my tight little snatch hidden. I flung them over to Franklin, who smelled them with gusto. I made my way toward the bedroom and beckoned for the boys to follow. They anxiously followed, captivated by my sexy perform
ance.
Franklin’s bedroom was sexy and exotic, setting the perfect mood for what was about to go down. He had a king sized bed, adorned with an Italian leather headboard and luxurious silk sheets.
I sat back on the bed, spreading my legs as a warm welcome to the three men who were hurriedly making their way into the room. I gestured for Theo to come to the right, Miles to come to the left and Franklin make his way up the middle. They obeyed and their obedience was a rush for me.
“Is this how you want it?” Franklin asked me.
I nodded, almost too afraid to speak. It was as saying the wrong thing would mean that they would stop, and I didn’t want to ruin the moment.
“We’ll do whatever makes you feel good,” he said. The tenderness mixed with desire in his voice was about to drive me wild. “Just tell us how we can please you.”
Theo and Miles knelt on each side of me and started caressing and kissing my breasts and neck. Franklin got on his knees in front of me and took a second to admire my perfectly groomed vagina. He then briefly went down on me, kissing my outer lips and silky smooth thighs. As if teasing me, he stopped almost as soon as he had started. The anticipation was driving me wild.
“Hell yeah,” Theo said, into my ear. “I love to touch you. You’re so curvy. So hot.”
Miles groaned in agreement. He and Theo knelt on each side of me, each caressing my breasts and gently kissing my neck. Desire was pooling in my core.
Franklin stood at the end of the bed watching as his two friends turned my body on in ways I had never experienced before. Then he got on his knees in front of me, taking a second to admire my perfectly groomed pussy before dropping soft kisses on my outer lips and down my silky, smooth thighs. Slowly, Franklin kissed his way back up to my clit, sucking and flicking my swollen bud until I was on the brink of losing all control.
My orgasm ripped through me in a way I have never felt before. The attention of three men at one time, all desiring me, pleasing me, left me breathless. I was sated. Spent. Yet, we had only just begun.
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