Triple Threat_An MFMM Romance

by Daphne Dawn

  His fingers curl against my scalp and, with one deep thrust, he comes into my mouth. It’s warm and salty, and as it gushes in a torrent inside my mouth, I can feel my skin prickling. I remain there, his spasming cock inside of me as he shoots his seed until my mouth is completely filled – both with his cock and his cum.

  When his fingers on my head relax, I start pulling out, tightening my lips around his cock on the way out. He’s breathing hard and there’s a grin of satisfaction on his face.

  Still looking him in the eyes, I swallow all his seed. His face lights up with a devious grin and he takes my hand in his, pulling me up to my feet.

  “You’re fucking amazing, Kayla,” he whispers, leaning toward me. He grabs me, holding both hands around my waist, and lays me down on the bed.

  His hands slide around my waist and under my dress, climbing up my inner thigh and making my skin prickle again. His fingers brush over my groin and, if I was wet before, I become completely drenched now.

  I close my eyes, moving my hips harder and grinding against him almost desperately. A moan leaves my lips as he brushes his fingers over my thong, applying a gentle and barely noticeable pressure over my wet pussy.

  One of his hands climbs up my side and crawls towards my chest, finding its way under my dress and cupping my right breast over the bra. He pulls at the cup, baring my nipple, and he presses it then between two fingers, pinching it. I rest my forehead against the mattress, biting down on my lower lip as a storm of lust rages inside of me.

  Still pinching my nipple, he flicks my thong to the side and brushes the tip of his finger against my wet pussy. My whole body shudders in anticipation.

  He traces the contour of my pussy as if he wants to absorb all of it, carefully brushing against its outline and gentle circling my clit.

  He does it for one minute, carefully coming and going, each time applying just a little bit more of pressure.

  Then, without any kind of warning he slides one finger inside my pussy. Instinctively I push my hips against his hand, eager for the touch of his hands and body against my pussy.

  Before I can even gasp, his mouth is wrapped tight against my pussy, and he starts sucking there as if he has been thinking of doing it all day long.

  I put one leg over his shoulder as he licks at me and, now having a better angle, he slides two fingers inside of me in an instant. I gasp, closing my eyes as I press my back into the bed, thrusting my pussy against his mouth as he fingers me.

  Pulling out from me, he pushes the thong down my legs and I just kick it away to the corner; his mouth is on me again, devouring me with such intensity that I can barely keep my eyes open.

  Sliding one more finger inside me, he keeps fingering me until my pussy starts to spasms and becomes tighter; immediately he presses his tongue over my clit and, moving it in circles, he makes my muscles burn in under a second.

  And just like that, I come.

  “I’m going to fuck you really hard, Kayla”, he says, pulling out his fingers from my drenched pussy.

  That´s all I wanted to hear.

  Scott

  “Are you ready to go again?” she asks me with a provocative tone. She gets up quickly and goes on all fours on top of the mattress, shaking her delicious ass in front of me.

  I don’t answer her. I just grin and place my hands around her waist and pull her harshly toward me.

  She juts her ass me, pressing it against my body, and I have to close my eyes as I feel her wetness so dangerously close to my cock. Swaying her hips from side to side, she grabs her dress, keeping it up on her waist, and grinds against my cock as hard as she can. I pull back before she can complain, though, my hand goes directly to her dress tugging on it with hurried movements. I grab the zipper of her dress and start pushing it all the way down. Then, she presses her legs together as I pull the fabric down her legs; at the same time, she takes off her bra.

  I lean toward her and with both of my hands I give her breasts a hard squeeze.

  With my chest on her back, the outline of my muscles pressed against her skin, she starts rocking her ass against me once again. She darts her hands back trying to reach my cock.

  Grabbing my cock, she guides it toward her pussy, but I pull back. I’m going to make her suffer for a little while. Over her shoulder, she looks back at me with an impatient face. She wants to be fucked now, to feel my whole length inside of her. And that´s exactly what I’ll do.

  In an instant.

  Still with her on all fours, I lean in and take my mouth to her pussy. I kiss her inner lips gently and then start moving my tongue up and down; at the same time, I gently insert one finger inside her – and then two fingers – and start to move them in and out of her. She’s so wet her juices are flowing down her legs.

  Still fingering her, I start tracing a path with my tongue toward her ass crack. When I lightly touch her hole, she allows a heavy moan to escape her mouth and her whole body shivers with pleasure.

  Right now, I’m doing more than just teasing Kayla – I’m teasing myself as well. I’m so fucking hard. I need to feel the warmth of her pussy around my cock.

  Pulling my fingers out of her, I slap her ass hard enough for her to moan and bite her lower lip. She half-expects me to smack her ass again, but the next thing she feels is my thick cock pressing against her pussy. She pushes her ass backwards by instinct and I bury my cock in her to the hilt.

  I’m not being gentle.

  I start to thrust at her like a hungry ferocious beast, each movement I make drawing a high-pitched scream out of her lips.

  Leaving one hand on her waist, I reach for her breasts, feeling her hard nipples against the palm of my hands. I squeeze her right breast as I pound her hard, each time going faster than before.

  “Harder!” She screams. “Harder, Scott! Don’t stop!” she continues, bucking her ass back at me, my thighs slapping hard on her ass cheeks and my balls on her pussy.

  I piston into her mercilessly, my cock going in and out her at full speed.

  “Don’t – ” she starts to say again, but I’m fucking her so fast that this time she doesn’t manage to finish her sentence.

  Her pussy tightens up around my cock like a vice as she bunches up the sheets, clawing at the mattress like a wild animal, and that’s when a wave of pleasure hits her. Her whole body tenses up and she collapses, her body going limp and shaking at the same time as she comes hard.

  “More,” she asks me as she tries to get up, her muscles still twitching.

  Sitting up, she makes me sit on the edge of the bed, placing her arms over my shoulders. As she does it, she raises one leg at a time and sits on my lap, straddling me while I cross my legs. The moment she´s on top of me, she bucks her hips hard, pressing her pussy against my shaft and pinning it against my body.

  She keeps on swaying her hips, grinding against my cock and smearing her juices all over my thighs. She presses against my cock so hard that it makes me groan.

  “Give me that pussy,” I tell her with a wicked grin.

  She opens some space between her pussy and my cock, reaches for it with one hand and curls her fingers around it. She angles it downward so that my tip is pressing against her inner lips but, instead of allowing me inside her, she just brushes it up and down the length of her pussy. My whole body is as tense as a nocked arrow, and I genuinely don’t know how much longer I’ll be able to endure this torture.

  Locking her eyes on mine, she finally raises her hips a few inches, allowing the tip of my cock to be pressed against her inner lips. Holding her breath, she then lowers herself as fast as she can, literally impaling herself on my big cock. The tip of it parts her drenched folds in a fraction of a second as she violently lowers herself.

  Gritting her teeth, she starts bucking her hips against me, swaying them back and forth in such a way that I feel wildfire burning inside my muscles.

  She rides me as hard as she can right from the start, allowing my cock to ravage her mercilessly. She keeps goi
ng like that for God knows how long, large beads of sweat dripping down her forehead.

  She rides me into oblivion, and she only ease her rhythm when she feels her insides clenching.

  “Oh, I’m gonna…Oh, fu –” she starts to say, but then her words turn into a drawn out moan as I feel her pussy tightening up around my cock viciously.

  She moans as loud as she can. Digging her fingernails into my chest, she throws her head back and closes her eyes. Gritting her teeth, she holds her breath as she endures the sweet whipping of an orgasm, the pleasure raging through her veins turning her smile into one of the best things I’ve ever seen.

  Kayla

  I groan as he pulls his cock out of me, and then roll to the side and allow myself to lay there in the mattress, by body collapsing from exhaustion as I try to catch my breath. My arms and legs are sprawled, and I feel as if I’m floating.

  But Scott still has some strength left.

  Placing his hands on the back of my knees, he drags me to the edge of the bed; there, he pushes my legs up and I have no other choice but to rest them over his shoulders.

  Leaning into me, he forces me to bend over and guides his cock straight home, pushing it past my pussy lips and drawing a high and mighty moan out of my lips. Sweet Jesus, what is this man doing to me? This isn´t sex – this is magic, the kind you’re not sure if it’s real or not.

  His cock is ramming me furiously as his thighs slap against my ass, flesh on flesh, lust coating our bodies. Even though I’m a writer, I’m not sure if I’m capable of finding the right words to describe the amount of pleasure that has taken over my body. It’s simply too much, far beyond the realm of what I thought to be possible.

  I start screaming as the fury of his pounding turns into electric delight, my body wrapped tight in a blanket of pleasure. Our bodies sway at the same rhythm for God knows how long, and I just close my eyes and surrender to the moment.

  He doesn’t stop or slow down – he keeps pushing through my moans and my screams, pounding me mercilessly as I push my voice to the limit.

  I’m screaming, I’m screaming as loud as I can. My body is trembling as if I’ve lost control of all my limbs. My legs and arms are flailing, and I almost feel like crying in pleasure. Scott remains still, rocking his body against mine as I simply vanish into a higher dimension.

  After a few more thrusts, he suddenly pulls his cock out of my pussy and, grabbing me by the waist with both hands he turns me around, my back now turned to him.

  “On your fours. Now.” He commands me, and the tone of his voice leaves no room for hesitation.

  I obey, and I do it quickly. Wasting no time, he slides his hand from my clit to my ass crack. Then he gently inserts his finger inside my hole. I moan as he slides in and out each time harder and deeper.

  He goes as deep as he can, and then starts to move it in a pendulum motion, my body aching for more than just a finger. But there’s no need for despair. As if he could read my mind, he takes his fingers out of me and replaces them with his large cock, it pressed tight against my hole.

  With his hands on my ass cheeks, he spreads them wide as he eases himself in, his cock pushing back against my inner walls as it advances steadily inside my ass.

  I scream as he goes all the way in.

  He pulls back slowly before going in again, his body rocking against mine. Making sure that he’s not going anywhere, I start bucking my hips against him.

  I’m breathing hard, the muscles around my lungs so numb with pleasure, that I’m having a hard time doing something as simple as breathing. He starts going faster, his cock settling into a crescendo rhythm, and my ragged breathing turns into a cadence of wild moaning.

  He leans even more into me, pressing his body against mine. As he comes and goes, each time his cock goes deep inside of me, he starts rubbing my clit with one finger, an expanding pressure spreading throughout all of my body.

  Like holding my breath, I know that the moment when I won’t be able to endure any longer is coming.

  That’s pretty much how I feel right now.

  I summon all my strength and tense up my legs, jutting my ass and thrusting my hips hard against him.

  He continues until my body simply can’t endure any longer.

  My mind is exhausted, my muscles tense and pulsating, trembling with pleasure. But he goes on, thrusting in and out my ass as hard as he possible.

  “Oh, fuck,” I whisper, and I close my eyes and surrender to the inevitable.

  I let go of the world.

  My muscles tense and the whole universe explodes inside of me, my mind flooded by a tidal wave of pleasure.

  I scream, an impossible cry of pleasure. My whole body trembles – my face, my arms and my legs. I throw my head back and close my eyes. My body explodes once more, an impossible and powerful orgasm shaking every inch of my body and soul.

  He continues, burying his whole length deep inside my ass, and a few seconds later I feel his whole body becoming taut and his breathing heavier. With a final thrust I feel his cock spasming against my insides, and then he unleashes his seed, filling me up to the brim.

  I collapse on top of the mattress, stomach down, while he keeps his cock gushing inside me. My skin prickles as I feel his cum dripping down my legs, and I grab at the sheets once more, bunching them up in my hands.

  When he pulls out of me he rolls to the side on the mattress, lying down by my side.

  We stay there for a long time, just catching our breath in the silence of the bedroom. Then, doing it gently, he reaches for my hand and locks his fingers on mine. We don’t say a word – we just enjoy the closeness of our spent bodies, holding hands.

  I don’t know when this became more than just a fling, but there’s no doubt in my mind…

  This is way more than just a fling.

  Kayla

  With my left hand, I squeeze my stress ball, and with my right hand, I doodle on a blank page in my notepad. I’m hoping this distraction will leave me as calm as possible for my upcoming meeting with Ed.

  I glance at my wristwatch. Five more minutes before I have to face him. I’m not looking forward to this meeting, but I know there’s no way I can get out of it.

  My eyes leave my notepad and find my name certificate. “Wise one” is meant to be one of the meanings of Kayla. Pity I’ve missed out in the wise department. Obviously, Mum had chosen the wrong name.

  If I were blessed with wisdom, I would know what to do, more to the point I wouldn’t have even gotten myself into the situation I’m in. I sigh and look at my scribbles.

  Have I just doodled a penis and balls? I frown and stare at the shapes.

  My door opens, and Ed breezes in to interrupt my thoughts. He has his mobile held against his right ear. It seems to be a permanent feature there.

  Quickly, I turn the page. I don’t want Ed to see my art work.

  “Got to go,” I hear him say.

  Three minutes early, I see.

  “Hi, Ed.” I try and inject enthusiasm into my voice.

  “Have you done it?”

  Straight to the point, no pleasantries, no small talk.

  “Done what?” I stall. Of course I know what he’s referring to, but I want him to spell it out.

  “If you haven’t decided which one you’re going to kill, I’ve decided for you.”

  I hold my breath. I’m on the edge of my seat, and I feel as if I’m watching a thriller with me as the main character.

  “You have?”

  “You will need to get rid of Scott.”

  I breathe out slowly. “Think before you speak,” I silently tell myself, but I can feel my innards rupture from emotional explosives.

  “Why?”

  Ed crosses his legs and brushes invisible things off his trouser leg.

  “Surely you know?” Ed stares at me. I shrug. “After the altercation between Scott and Ian, I think we can all agree it is Scott who has to go.”

  I don’t agree at all. If anyone should go, it
should be Ian, but I keep this to myself. I try and bide my time.

  I try to sound in total control when I reply.

  “I think Ian is overreacting. He had a bad day filming. Everyone got frazzled, and testosterone got in the way.”

  I look at Ed to gauge his reaction.

  “That’s not what Ian said.” Ed glances at his phone. “Don’t let your feelings get in the way of good judgment.”

  Is there a hint of a threat in Ed’s voice?

  “I think it would be a mistake to get rid of Scott. Brad and Scott work well together. They are a team, just like the characters they play. The show needs them.”

  “Get rid of both of them then.”

  My mouth drops open. Did I hear that right, or is there something wrong with my hearing?

  “If you think one is not going to be good without the other, kill them both and make Ian the star of the show.” Ed pauses. “Problem solved.”

  He hesitates before he adds, “Don’t let your personal feelings get in the way of your career, Kayla.”

  I’m too stunned to be able to reply. Has he lost his mind? How the hell would that work?

  I can’t just kill off two of the main stars of the show—the only two that are really any good.

  “A car accident is always good. With some good writing, you can string it out and keep the audience in suspense for a bit.”

  My mouth opens, but no sound comes out. I try again and feel like a fish out of water.

  Just then, Ed’s phone rings. He looks at the screen, presses the answer button, and leaves my office.

  I’m not sure how long I sit and stare at the chair where Ed had sat during the meeting. It wasn’t really a meeting, I decide, more like a dictator come to tell me what to do. From my point of view, a meeting was about discussing different ideas, working through a problem.

  The longer I sit and ponder, the angrier I become.

  Eventually, I push my chair back and make to leave my office. I scribble something on a blank page and walk out.

  The note on my computer will let anyone who’s looking for me know I’ve taken the rest of the day off.