Taken Three Times: A Dark MFMM Romance

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by Madison Faye


  And then the next day, I was waving as she drove off with her parents again, back to the airport and back to Boston.

  Leaving me, of course, with a raging hard on, about five pairs of her panties, and a lifetime of fantasies.

  I hit the gym hard those next few days, pounding out reps, building my body back after the potato chip and beer fest of being newly divorced. I watched porn, it bored me. I jerked off with Chelsea’s tiny little thong panties, and came roaring her name.

  Sarah and Mike tried to fix me up with Karen a few more times, but I just kept giving excuse after excuse. “I'm not ready”, or “it’s too soon.” Except they were bullshit excuses, and eventually, that was going to bite me in the ass.

  Even Mike gave me strange looks, knowing how I was back in Navy with a different girl every night. Me, turning down guaranteed pussy with Karen as a newly single man? I could tell he thought something was strange, but I doubt he had any idea that “strange” was me popping his daughter’s cherry and pumping my cum deep inside her pussy.

  But it wasn’t like Chelsea and I were anything, right? I mean I took the girl’s virginity for Christ’s sake, but that didn’t mean we were dating right? Did the younger generation even feel like that anymore these days? Was I antiquated in thinking that meant something beyond “hooking up” or whatever shit kids were calling it these days? And I meant that in terms of her, not me. Me? I was twisted up about that girl. I couldn’t even look at another woman without just getting pissed that they weren’t her.

  And her? I had to shake my head. She was probably moving on. She was probably already trying out new boys after I’d popped that cherry. She’d had her fantasy, she’d gotten the “first time” out of the way, and now she was off having fun like a girl her age should be doing.

  The thought had me furious.

  The very idea of some frat fuckwad getting to touch her, or kiss her, or slip his cock inside that heavenly pussy had me absolutely livid, and I roared in my basement as I slammed the free weights in my hands back down.

  I took a breath and squeezed my eyes shut, trying to block out the thought of Chelsea with anyone else in the world but me.

  Fuck this, I had to do something or I was going to go fucking insane.

  14

  Chelsea

  "Ok, something's up with you."

  I looked up from my book in my hands as I sat curled up on my dorm room bed to see my roommate Lucy raising a knowing eyebrow at me. “What do you mean?

  Lucy sighed dramatically. “I mean, I've shared a room with you for five months now, and I've never seen you this...glowy before."

  Her eyes suddenly widened as a big grin spread across her face. “Oh I know what it is! Oh my God, did prudish little Chelsea actually find a guy?"

  Lucy was my best friend and roommate, but I still didn't know how I could possibly tell her about my hot affair from the winter break. How would that conversation possibly start?

  'Well, Lucy, you see I spent my winter break losing my virginity to my much older next door neighbor, who also happens to be my dad's best friend. Oh, and I let him shoot his thick load right inside of me without any protection - multiple times, actually. Oh and did I mention, he has a REALLY big cock?’

  Yeah, I still had to think that one through.

  Instead, I rolled my eyes, feeling my cheeks flush pink. “Oh c’mon! Prudish? You make it sound like I'm a schoolmarm from the prairie or something!" I tossed a pillow at my friend, knowing she was just giving me a hard time.

  "Chelsea; five months, and you haven't hooked up with a single guy here at school. Unless, of course, you're being very discreet about it."

  I stuck my tongue out at her. "Well, maybe it is a guy."

  Lucy grinned and excitedly ran over and jumped onto the bed next to me. “Sooooo....dish! C’mon, tell me about him! What class is he in?"

  What class is he in? ‘Uh, well Lucy, he actually graduated around the same time as my DAD, by which I mean he literally graduated college with my father.'

  Right, like I could say all that to Lucy, even if she was my best friend.

  I'd barely gotten a chance to talk to Jake before coming back up to school after the break. We'd managed one very hot kiss behind his garage one night while I was supposed to be taking the garbage out, and I'd gotten more than a few hugs that lingered just on the cusp of being inappropriately long when others were around. But beyond that, I'd gone back to school wondering how I was possibly going to manage to go all the way until spring break without him.

  "It’s- It's complicated. He's, uh, he's a little bit older."

  Lucy arched an eyebrow at me curiously. “How much older?"

  I didn't say anything, but I knew my burning cheeks gave it away.

  "Woah! Look at Chelsea with the older guy!" Lucy playfully poked me in the arm as she teased me. "Well, little miss secrets, I need to run to class, but we are not done dishing on this new development!"

  Later that night, when I knew Lucy was gone for her late shift at the campus health center desk, I let more than my mind wander to Jake Harding. There were complications, of course, to all of this. But for the time being, I pushed all those pesky thoughts of being so much younger and the whole thing being so wrong out of my head as I crawled under my covers and let my mind and my fingers wander.

  I thought of my last wickedly naughty meet-up with Jake, when he'd dragged me giggling behind his garage and pressed me up against the wall there. I'd moaned as he kissed me hard, feeling his tongue slip past my lips to wrestle with my own as his thick bulge pressed into me.

  We'd barely gotten to his hand sliding up under my t-shirt, his fingers slipping over an aching nipple, before my mom had called out for me from the back door.

  I'd just wanted one more time with him before I went back to school; just one more time to feel his thick cock throbbing bare inside of my up-until-recently virgin slit. I wanted to look into his eyes as I came like a firework exploding, stretched and filled so perfectly on his big dick. And most of all, I wanted to feel him come; wanted to feel his thick load of potent seed splash up inside of my fertile young pussy and fill me to the brim.

  I had my panties down around my ankles and my fingers buried deep into my slick, tight channel then; groaning as I fucked myself while fingers from my other hand slowly drew circles around my buzzing little clit.

  I wanted Jake to take me every which way; wanted to feel his hard, muscled body pick me up or hold me down as he used my little pussy for his pleasure, and mine. Our few brief encounters had only given me a taste, and now that I'd had him a little bit, I wanted it all.

  I came like that, my fingers playing with my clenching, dripping slit beneath the covers of my dorm room bed as I imagined myself coming for Jake as he filled me with his cum.

  15

  Chelsea

  "Hey honey!" I smiled, hearing my mom's voice on the phone. Man, barely two weeks back at school and I was already somewhat homesick. Ok, so I was missing home and making love with Mr. Harding, but I pushed that out of my mind as I chatted up my mom.

  "So honey, we're going to come up and visit this weekend!"

  Wait, what?

  "Mom?"

  "Yeah honey! We've been meaning to get up to Boston with Dennis to look at colleges anyways, so we figured we'd do it now and squeeze in some visiting time while we're at it! How does that sound?"

  I fumbled, thrown off for minute, before catching myself and shaking my head. “Oh, um, yeah! Sounds great!"

  Actually, a little taste of home did sound good just then, even if wasn't going to involve some naughty time with my hunky, older neighbor.

  "Oh, and Chelsea, I almost forgot! Jake Harding apparently has some business up that way as well next weekend, so he’ll be in town too! You get the whole neighborhood for a visit!"

  Instantly, I felt my whole body clench up, feeling a surge of giddy, girly excitement bubbling up inside of me.

  Oh my GOD; JAKE was coming here!? For real?!

>   I felt a quick pang of guilt then as I thought about it. Okay, I knew it what we were doing was so wrong. I knew it was wrong, but that didn’t mean I could help it. I simply couldn’t deny how hot Jake made me, or how I felt around him. I knew perfectly well how it would look to an outsider - the innocent, young girl getting caught up in her schoolgirl crush on the older man who should know better. But without hesitation, I knew it was more than that, for both of us. After all, I’d known Mr. Harding for my entire life, from even before I’d developed a big crush on him, and I knew he was a bigger, better man than that.

  I wasn’t going to go off the deep end and go off thinking he was in love with me or anything just because I’d let him take my virginity. But I did know without a doubt that it was much more than just naughty, fun sex, for both of us.

  I barely remember getting off the phone with my mom I was so excited to see Jake - come what may. Even if I couldn’t see him in the way I really wanted to, the weekend still couldn’t come fast enough.

  16

  Jake

  Seeing Chelsea again was like taking a breath of fresh air after being underground, or stretching after sitting on a cramped airplane or something. I’d been sitting there in the restaurant near the hotel her family was staying at making small talk with Mike and trying not to feel like an utter piece of shit for the smiling at him while thinking horribly dirty things about his daughter. But that all went away as soon as she stepped into the place and I saw her whole face light up.

  Fuck, it’d only been eleven days, but just seeing her had my whole damn body buzzing with adrenaline, as if just being near her got me aroused.

  "Long time no see, huh Chelsea?" I said, stepping forward after her parents hugged her. With them and her brother smiling behind me, I grinned wolfishly at her, my eyes saying everything I couldn't out loud as I took her in. She melted into my chest as I hugged her, already feeling my body begin to respond to her presence.

  I gave her a hard, lingering look, with a hungry grin on my face before turning back to the table and moving back to my chair.

  I saw her smirk as she realized her seat was in between her mom’s and mine, knowing she was thinking back to our last dinner together when she’d secretly fucked me right there at the table with her whole damn family and my date present. I winked slyly at her, remembering how she’d trembled and creamed as my thick cock had unloaded my full load of cum right up into her unprotected pussy. Somehow, at a round table in the middle of a crowded restaurant, I didn't think that was going to be happening tonight.

  Even without the illicit table-side fun though, I was loving being around her like this, even if it was just eating a meal together out at a restaurant. Ok, I knew it wasn't actually a date, and knew I was being a fucking idiot for even thinking like that, but there were enough elements of the fantasy there where I could at least half pretend.

  We all made the usual small-talk; classes, how cold it was up here, which campuses a very bored-looking Dennis was going to be touring over the weekend, and even some inquiries about Karen. That last one was a little strange because I’d honestly never even called her again after that dinner, as much as Sarah kept trying to make it happen.

  We'd all taken our time ordering, and after we did, Chelsea excused herself to the bathroom. I jumped a little as I felt a hand on my knee, giving me just the briefest of squeezes before sliding off my leg. I turned, surprised, to see her giving me the world’s most covert wink before she stood, folded her napkin on the table, and walked away.

  "I, uh, I need to go too, actually." The second I said it, I froze, suddenly realizing how suspicious that was.

  Wait, no it's not; I thought, rolling my eyes to myself at how paranoid that sounded. Looking around at her smiling family, I realized that they still saw her as their little girl; their sweet little Chelsea. That I was secretly having unprotected, forbidden naughty sex with my best friend’s daughter - his young, barely legal, totally off limits daughter - was probably the single last thought any of them would ever have.

  Fuck, hopefully the last thought they’d ever have.

  I stood and hurriedly made my way to the back of the restaurant.

  I frowned, not seeing her by the bathrooms as I’d sort of expected to, before the women’s room door flew open, and she came crashing into my arms. And then she was moaning as I pulled her tightly to me, and kissed her mouth with my own. She melted into me, before gasping as I yanked us into the men’s room and quickly moved into one of the stalls.

  I’m not saying it was the world’s most romantic spot, but it’s not like I had the luxury of groping her and making out with her in the hallway, where her parents could walk in on us.

  "Jesus, I've missed you." My hungry eyes drank her in as I pulled back from the kiss for a moment.

  I could feel my cock thickening and pressing against her through my slacks, and I grinned into those perfectly sexy, wide eyes of hers as I watched her cock an eyebrow. “Oh really, huh? Missing certain parts of me more than other's, Mr. Harding?"

  I growled and my pulse jumped in that way it always seemed to do when she called me by that name. It was as if referring to me like that - Mr. Harding, instead of just Jake - highlighted the illicitness of the affair. That name brought it back that she was little nineteen year old Chelsea from next door; my best friend's daughter.

  I grabbed her ass and pulled her tightly to me, and she moaned as I let my thick bulge press into her. She knew that I wanted her. Not later, not when the "how" and "when" and "where" were so unsure, but right there, right then.

  "Can we be quick?"

  My eyes went wide as she quickly started pulling on my belt, and I cocked an eyebrow at her boldness. “Here? You remember what I said about playing with fire, don’t you?”

  “I’ve got a fire, Mr. Harding,” she husked seductively into my ear. “You can play with it if you want to.”

  My cock twitched and I quickly pushed her fumbling hands aside and yanked down my zipper. She cooed as she slipped her hand inside and clasped her small fingers around my thick cock, and I knew I had to have her right there.

  I pressed her hard against the stall door as I practically tore the buttons from her shirt getting it open. She moaned - louder than she should have given our current situation - as she thrust her small, perky tits up to my hungry mouth.

  I was pulling at the front button to her skin-tight jeans, and I grunted as she pulled my lips off of her soft little nipple. “You know a fucking skirt would've made things easier."

  She giggled, reaching down to pull the front of her jeans open and push them down over her slender hips. “Are you kidding? It's fucking freezing out there!"

  She gasped as my mouth attacked the side of her neck, nipping at the tender skin there as I growled into her ear. “Language, young lady."

  She about came right there at my words, her whole body shuddering against me as she whimpered.

  I shoved her jeans along with her soaking wet panties down to her knees, before finishing with my own trousers, letting them drop to the floor. She moaned, clutching my face to her neck as my rock-hard cock pressed against her belly, the thick shaft pulsing hot trapped between our bodies.

  "We have to be quick, honey." I rasped into my ear, and she moaned as I spun her around and started to bend her over the back of the toilet.

  “Oh God, Mr. Harding, are you gonna fuck me right here in the bathroom bent over the toilet like this?” She was teasing me, using that cutesy little voice of hers to get my blood fucking boiling. And it was damn well working.

  It was pretty raunchy and dirty to fuck her like his in the damn men’s room. Given my choice, I’d lay her out on the softest bed in the world with obscene thread counts and her fuck her like a Goddamn queen. But, I fucking needed her right then. I needed to feel that tight young pussy clench around me, and I needed to fill her with every drop of cum I’d had boiling in my balls since she’d left.

  "Just fuck me, please Mr. Harding!" She turned and whi
mpered at me, biting her lip as she watched me slowly pump my cock and move in behind her.

  "Oh yeeeessss..." She moaned out as my fat knob pushed between her slippery lips and began to ease into her tight slit. Fuck I'd missed this.

  "Fuck my little pussy, Mr. Harding! I want to feel you come up inside me again! I want to go back to the dinner table and to my parents with your cum leaking out of me!"

  I grunted like a damn animal behind her, and she groaned and gasped as I suddenly rocked my hips forward and wedged every thick inch of my cock into her tight cunt.

  There was no time for slow and steady here, or finding a rhythm. We both knew we were pushing it to the absolute limit this time, and I knew we were both so hot for each other that we just wanted it hard and fast; animalistic and rough.

  Her knuckles were white as she clawed at the wall behind the toilet, bent over with her jeans and panties around her knees getting fucked hard and deep like a slut. Like my slut. My big hands held her firmly by her slender little waist as I fucked her, my fingers digging into her skin as I sawed my dick in and out of her tight slit.

  "God, Chelsea, I missed you; I missed this."

  She moaned and sucked her bottom lip into her mouth as she turned to watch me fuck her, pushing back onto my thrusts.

  As before, I let myself imagine the consequences of fucking her bareback like this, with no protection. I was willing to be she still wasn't on the pill, and seeing as how I’d had the full fertility exam after the whole debacle with Lenore, I knew for a medical fact that I wasn’t firing blanks.

 

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