Double Down_An MFM Menage Romance

by Sierra Sparks

  “I can’t do this. Too many problems.”

  “We can fix them. You won’t face them alone,” she insisted. “Come here.”

  She leaned in and kissed me. I had kissed a few girls in my day, but this was different. Faith had a way of kissing me that let me know she really loved me. It was like the whole world faded away and we were alone, just the two of us. Things got a little hot and heavy almost immediately. Faith looked around and took me between two of the buildings. It was the same alleyway that I forced her to hide in when Kyle walked by that time. She pinned me against the wall and started to kiss me and undo my pants.

  “Fuck me,” she demanded. “Fuck me right here in this alley. C’mon, hurry.”

  “You’re crazy,” I laughed. “I don’t even have any condoms.”

  “Then fuck me in the ass,” she said routinely. “Only do it and hurry up. Your brother took your place at the table back there and I’m not sure how long he will last.”

  Chapter 22

  Faith

  “I’m not sure how long I’m going to last doing that!” laughed Logan.

  I pinned him against the brick wall and kissed him again. Our hands roamed each other’s bodies and I could feel the bulge inside his pants getting bigger. Logan spun me around and pushed me against the wall. Feeling his strength against mine, I knew I would be helpless to fight against him if he meant to cause me any harm. It was that physical dominance that inflamed my nether regions.

  “Yeah,” I whispered. “Take me right here in this alley, Logan! Fuck me till I squeal!”

  Looking around, he slid down my panties and pulled up my dress. Unzipping his pants, he pulled out his now erect cock.

  “Let me lube it up for you,” I offered.

  I turned around and squatted to face his manly unit. I licked up and down the shaft and slobbered on top of the head.

  “There,” I said. “He’s ready.”

  I bent down on all fours. The smell of grass and dirt was in the air. That made it all real because the smells were of the outside. We might get caught and that it made it even sexier! All these elements combined was a huge turn on and I wanted to explore them more later, but for now I had to do for Logan what I did for his brother. I had to calm him down.

  I grunted, trying not to have an outburst as Logan knelt and pushed his saliva covered cock into my tight asshole. I gasped and ground my hands into the grass below me. Logan grunted quietly as he penetrated my ass. He was also trying not to make too much noise.

  Immediately, I could tell that he had only pushed in a few inches when he started to pull out. He slowly started to work back and forth and I could feel my ass stretching to its limits once again. While steadying myself on the ground with one hand, I used the other to rub my clit. The sensation caused an instant gusher, which rained down on the grass below me.

  “God,” I gasped, as Logan attempted to go deeper.

  I was muttering obscenities in a low voice, trying not to scream out in ecstasy. Logan was just grunting and moaning as he pushed and pulled his dick and railed my poor asshole. I was overcome and couldn’t keep touching my clit, I had to stop to steady myself as Logan’s thrusts started to push me harder and harder.

  Finally, he went balls deep and the feeling of his torso against my ass, combined with the deep penetration of his penis so far up my anus almost brought me to tears. I stifled another scream, but if I had screamed it, the scream would’ve been one of pure joy.

  Logan was now pounding my ass. Again and again he plunged his cock deep into my insides and I bent forward as far as I could to grant him total access, my breasts almost touching the ground. But the fucking became too much, and I couldn’t keep my balance.

  Sensing that I was about to fall over, Logan grabbed my waist and pulled me to my feet. He pushed me up against the side of the building and pushed deep into my ass again. I held onto the bricks with both hands.

  “Oh-God-oh-God-oh-God!” I breathed steadily as he banged me, pressing me into the wall.

  In the reflection of a nearby window, I could see Logan straining behind me. Every vein on his neck seemed to bulge. He was breathing through his nose hard while gritting his teeth. The intensity of the buildup told me this was more than just sex, this was the release of the stress he had put upon himself all these years.

  All these years, he held back criticizing Mason or his father. He had played the jokester, the party-animal and lived his life carefree. But now that the adult world of responsibility was finally catching up to him, he hadn’t developed the skills to cope. Deep down, he knew this was his fault and that he had to pull himself out of this pattern of bad behavior, followed by his dad bailing him out. This poker game had to be the last quick solution scheme. He had to grow up. There was too much at stake now. We were a family now.

  “L-l-logan,” I said breathlessly, trying to steady myself. “L-l-logan--- My God--- Oh, shit.”

  I was feeling the full force of his strength now in the fucking. It was untamed, savage and totally dominant. I wasn’t sure he could even hear me and I thanked God we had already done this once. At least my asshole had already stretched this far previously.

  “Uhhhhhhh! Ahhhhh!” he suddenly bellowed.

  His cum hit my insides with such intensity, it felt like someone had stuck a Super Soaker up my ass and pulled the trigger! His blast of cream shot up deep into my insides filling me with a warmness I had never felt. I was gushing out of my pussy and my panties, which had been hanging in front of it the whole time, were completely soaked.

  I was honestly unsure if I’d be able to walk back to the frat house unassisted. Logan pulled out of my sensitive asshole. His spunk dripped out of me and ran down my legs. I pulled off my panties and dried my legs. I would have to go commando for the rest of the night. Logan staggered to the other side of the alley and caught himself against the opposite building. He and I were both breathing heavily, trying to recover from this overwhelming experience. What we had done was dirty, filthy and dangerous, but it was required to free Logan of his stress demons

  “There,” I said, panting. “Feel better?”

  “Well, I’m definitely more relaxed,” he replied. “Jesus Christ, I can’t believe we just did that.”

  “Let’s get out of here before someone walks by,” I suggested. “Get cleaned up.”

  “Yeah, I gotta get back to Mason,” he realized. “No telling how he’s doing.”

  “Has he played poker before?” I asked. “I mean, he is your brother. Surely the two of you have played together.”

  “He’s watched it on TV,” said Logan. “We sometimes watch the World Series of Poker. He probably picked up some pointers.”

  “Logan!” I snapped. “He only had a few chips left!”

  “If he just plays conservatively,” he explained. “He should be fine. Probably.”

  “Jeez, put your dick back in your pants,” I reminded him.

  He looked down, saw that he was still out and put his cock away. I pulled down my dress and brushed the dirt off of it. We were about to walk out of the alley, when we heard someone coming. We ran out the other way.

  As we made our way toward the frat house, we stopped off at one of the dorms so we could run in and check ourselves in the restroom. I ran my fingers through my hair and checked to see if we looked presentable. The last thing we needed was Kyle calling us out on what we had just done.

  “Looking good, babe,” said Logan. “Let’s go!”

  Chapter 23

  Faith

  Rushing back to the frat house, we found that Mason was still in the game! He not only stayed in, but managed to slightly increase his pile of chips.

  “Holy shit, Mas!” exclaimed Logan. “You’re actually making a comeback?!”

  “Yeah,” said Mason. “But it’s a lot of folding. Man, this game is boring.”

  “Yes, it is!” said Kyle annoyed, tapping the table with one hand. “Especially when you keep doing that.”

  “Shut up, Ky
le,” dismissed Logan. “Don’t be a dildo. He’s never even played before!”

  “Well, you’re here now,” noted Kyle. “So sit your ass back down if you’re done fucking my ex. Which one of you are even fucking her? Or do you just take turns with that slut?”

  I kissed Logan. Then I walked over and kissed Mason.

  “They’re both my men,” I announced. “They don’t have a problem sharing me. We’re in a loving relationship, something you wouldn’t understand.”

  “Oh, my God!” laughed Kyle, leaning back in his chair. “That’s what you call a relationship? A gangbang?! What was foreplay for you guys? A bukkake?”

  “Let me get in on some of that!” laughed one of the other frat brothers.

  “Woo-woo! You want to ride a train, baby?” Another joined in.

  “You guys wanna play poker or not?” snapped Logan, silencing the room. “Your opinions on my girl mean very little to me.”

  Kyle gestured for Logan to sit and Mason got up.

  “I only stayed in when the cards were the same color,” he whispered.

  “That’s not how the game is played at all,” said Logan. “You’ve just been extraordinarily lucky.”

  “Oh,” said Mason, realizing he had no idea what he was doing. “Then you’d better finish this.”

  It was just Kyle, Logan and another frat brother named Ryan. Ryan was actually the guy with the least amount of chips now, but Kyle had a tremendous lead. As I understand the game, the players can bet “all in” and the guy with the lowest amount of chips will have to go all or nothing or let the pot go.

  Logan called an “all in” bet with two Aces. Kyle had two tens and Ryan folded. The rest of the cards included three 2’s, so Logan won the pot. This effectively doubled his money. Kyle was still winning, but Logan was back in the game.

  Several hands later, Ryan called “all-in”, but Kyle dropped out. Logan held on. Ryan had a pair of 8’s and Logan had a King and Queen of Clubs. Ryan managed to pull another pair, but Logan got three more clubs, making his hand a Flush. Ryan was now out of the game and Logan was almost tied with Kyle.

  Kyle was starting to get pissy, he shifted in his chair and threw empty plastic cups off the table. He thought he had the game won.

  “All right,” he said, tossing another empty cup. “I have to get a beer. Five minute break.”

  “What?” objected Logan.

  “You just left your brother here for like a half hour while you fucked that slut! I gotta get a beer. I’m fucking thirsty. I’m not dying of thirst in the middle of my fucking tournament, asshole. Five minute break!” snapped Kyle, standing up from his chair.

  “Jeez, Kyle, relax,” joked Logan, leaning back casually. “It’s like you’re worried about losing or something.”

  “Oh, I win either way, shit bag,” snapped Kyle. “Half your winnings go right into my pocket to cover your debt. So good luck!”

  Kyle stormed off to the kitchen looking angry and uncomfortable. The rest of the frat boys ignored us and also went to refill their drinks.

  “Can he do that?” I asked, putting my arms around Logan’s shoulders.

  “It’s fine,” assured Logan, patting my arm. “It’s a tactic. You see he felt the energy of the game shift against him, so he’s disrupting it hoping to stop my momentum and give him a chance to restart his.”

  “Do you think you can beat him?” I asked.

  “A lot of this game is just luck,” said Logan. “But a lot more of the game is being able to read your opponent. Since I’m relaxed again, I don’t think he can read me. Reading him is a different thing altogether.”

  “I can read him,” I said.

  “How can you suddenly read him?” asked Mason.

  “It’s natural. You know, you date someone for a while and you never see their faults because love is blind? Well, when you break up with them, a lot of their faults become pretty obvious. I can tell when Kyle is lying.”

  “Well, tell me what to look for,” said Logan. “And I’ll look for it.”

  “It’s not one specific thing,” I said. “It’s more of a vibe that I get from him in the moment. Can’t I just tell you when I think he’s lying?”

  “He’ll accuse us of cheating. Listen, if you think he’s bluffing touch my shoulder or something, casually so no one notices what is going on, okay?”

  “Got it.”

  Kyle finally came back from the keg. I took my arms off Logan’s shoulders and casually stood behind his chair.

  “OK,” Kyle grinned, sipping his beer. “I’m ready to play.”

  “Deal,” said Logan.

  Kyle’s frat brother was now dealing the cards.

  “Whoa-whoa-whoa,” objected Logan. “Why is he dealing the cards now? Me and you were switching deals.”

  “It’s just easier,” dismissed Kyle.

  I put my hand Logan’s left shoulder, just to look like I was supporting his argument. Kyle was lying. Logan grabbed the dealer’s hand and flipped the deck over. He spread the cards underneath.

  “Look at that,” he said. “All the Aces are on the bottom. You’re dealing off the bottom of the deck!”

  “Hey, I didn’t ask him to do that!” insisted Kyle.

  I squeezed Logan’s shoulder. Kyle was lying again.

  “Bullshit!” Logan snapped.

  “Whatever, Cooper. Can we play or are you done?”

  “Misdeal! We continued as we started!” Logan insisted, mixing up the cards.

  Kyle reluctantly agreed and the game resumed. The balance of power shifted. I steadily informed Logan of Kyle’s honesty or dishonesty. In about an hour, Logan was ahead and now Kyle was sweating a possible loss. After a particularly bad hand, he threw his cards down and got up again.

  “Now where are you going?” demanded Logan impatiently.

  “I’m thirsty again!” insisted Kyle. “I’m out of beer.”

  “This is bullshit!” said Logan. “Just finish the game, you pussy!”

  “Don’t call me a pussy in my own frat house, Cooper!” snapped Kyle. “You want discretion with our arrangement, you’d better shut the hell up!”

  And with that, Kyle stormed back into the kitchen for a while. Logan turned back to me and Mason and laughed.

  “He’s rattled,” he said quietly. “I got him. I just have to get him back out here. A couple more hands and this will be over.”

  “Something’s weird about this,” said Mason, rubbing his chin. “Why doesn’t he just finish the game?”

  “I told you, he’s rattled,” said Logan.

  Mason got up and ran to the kitchen. I followed. Kyle wasn’t in there. We followed through to another door and walked through the frat house to the other side. We found Kyle on the back porch partying it up with his bros.

  “Kyle are you going to finish this game or what?” demanded Mason, glaring at Kyle.

  “I don’t have to finish anything,” explained Kyle. “We make the rules and if I decide me and your brother split the pot, then that’s what we do.”

  “So you’re just going to sit out here and drink and not finish this thing?” I said.

  “Yeah, that way, Logan still owes me money,” laughed Kyle. “It’s a win-win where I make up all the rules.”

  “Can he do that?” I asked Mason.

  “We’re not supposed to be gambling,” said Mason. “He can pretty much do whatever he wants.”

  “I got an idea, Kyle,” I said. “Play against me for the end of the tournament.”

  “Play you? In what? Who can be a bigger slut?” laughed Kyle.

  “No, in poker.”

  “Poke her,” laughed one of his frat brothers.

  “If you’re too much of a pussy,” I said, getting into his face. “A limp dick like you couldn’t get it up very good. Guess you’re too afraid of a real woman.”

  The other frat brothers were now laughing at Kyle. He couldn’t let the humiliation stand.

  “All right dumb slut!” he said, throwing aside
his beer. “Let’s go!”

  Kyle marched back inside and we followed.

  “Are you sure this is a good idea?” asked Mason. “How much poker have you played?”

  “Slightly more than you,” I explained. “My dad taught me. Plus I’ve been watching Logan over the last several hours. I think I can do this.”

  “That’s going to be a lot of money if you can’t!” noted Mason.

  “Believe in me, babe,” I said.

  Mason looked at me. Asking him to do this was really a leap of faith. His whole life he had been afraid to do such things. But now was different. We were different together. He looked me in the eye and got the message. He believed.

  “I believe in you, babe,” he said, kissing the top of my head.

  We went back into the poker room. Logan was waiting.

  “What the hell Kyle, you pussy out?” he asked.

  “Get up, Cooper, your stupid slut girlfriend is playing,” he announced.

  “What?!”

  “I got this,” I insisted, taking Logan’s chair. “Here are the stakes.”

  “You don’t get to dictate the stakes!” objected Kyle.

  “Don’t I? Are you afraid, little Kyle or would you rather finish the game with Logan?”

  “What are your terms?” asked Kyle warily rubbing his eyes.

  “If I beat you, you wipe out their debt and give us all the money we won tonight.”

  “You want me to double their bet? They already can’t pay,” laughed Kyle. “What am I getting here?”

  That was true. I didn’t have any other way to sweeten the pot, unless…

  “I’ll have sex with you,” I offered.

  “What? Faith, no!” objected Logan.

  “It’s fine,” I said. “I already had sex with him once. What’s one more time?”

  “Not good enough,” said Kyle. “This time, I get to video tape it. I want a trophy to remind me of what I won.”

  “Don’t do it, Faith,” advised Logan.

  “Fine,” I agreed.

  “I just said!” said Logan.