Red & Blue: A MFM Romance

by Alexis Angel

  “Feisty, uh?” There’s also surprise in his voice, but the pleasant kind of surprise. He wants me to lose control… He wants me to rebel against his orders and teasing. And, by God, that’s exactly what I do.

  “Just fuck me already,” I say, pressing my mouth against his and tasting my own pussy in his lips. My fingers trembling with anticipation, I curl them around his cock and sit up on the desk, pulling him into me and parting my legs so that his body fits between them.

  There’s no snappy comeback or command this time. He simply presses his glans over my folds and, with a simple thrust, slides it all the way in. I end our kiss, a cry of pleasure escaping my lips as his thickness stretches me wide. I’m still not sure how I can fit cocks like his inside of my pussy; they’re so thick that I feel his pulse against my insides, each slight spasm of his shaft sending shivers up my spine. If I keep seeing guys like Liam and Carter, my pussy is never going to be the same again.

  The rhythm of his thrusts doesn’t build up. There’s no crescendo or growing tempo; it simply explodes into existence, fierce and wild. He pounds me mercilessly; a cascade of moans tumbling out of my lips and bouncing off the walls. My pussy is burning up, his meaty cock ramming into me and making electricity pool in my muscles. Lacing my legs behind his back, I reel him in, my fingers clawing at his back.

  “Yes…” I moan, losing all control. “Oh, fuck, yes…” It was true; he’s as good as Liam, if not better. You can’t really compare stuff like this, but what do you want me to say? The two of them are just on a level of their own. I have to compare them.

  He grabs my hair, yanking on it and forcing my head back; leaning in, he starts nibbling at it, biting harshly. The sharp pain of his teeth on my skin climbs all the way up to my brain, blending in with the pleasure his cock is inflicting on my pussy. It’s the perfect cocktail, one that makes me drunk in sex and lust.

  “Oh, God! Fuck!” I shout, the electricity that pooled in my muscles is suddenly breaking free. It travels through my body, unleashing a violent orgasm. My muscles twitching, I succumb to ecstasy.

  “Come for me, Vivian… Come hard,” he whispers into my ear, the sound of his voice amplifying the pleasure I’m feeling. God, even his voice is perfect. Deep and steady. Firm. He talks just like a man should talk. This is how I imagine the God Kings of old spoke, with a voice exactly like this. If Carter were more perfect than this he would have to be a dream, for sure…

  A growl climbing up my throat, I take my legs off of his back and place my hands on his chest. I push him back and he stumbles, his cock popping out of my pussy. Before he has the time to do anything, I climb down from the desk and go up to my feet. I don’t know what happens, but something takes over me and I take one step forward, jumping up and into him. He reacts fast, grabbing me by the ass while I cross my legs on his back, my arms going over his shoulders; stumbling as he picks me up, he goes back until his back is against the wall.

  I don’t even allow him a second’s rest; I ease myself down on his cock and start jumping up and down as fast as I can, impaling myself on his member. I press my forehead against his, staring at him with a wicked grin on my lips.

  “You kept your end of the bargain,” I tell him between breaths, struggling to get the words out. “You do know how to handle a woman.”

  “Did you ever doubt it?” he says, grinning back at me as he starts to thrust, the rhythm of his thrusts matching the one of my jumping motion.

  “Not anymore,” I respond, my mouth on his again as we start to kiss, our tongues battling as we surrender to the frenzied movement of both our bodies.

  Carter keeps fucking me as if he couldn’t tire out, his hips moving so fast I can’t help but wonder how he can even move like this. God, he’s a politician, not a super athlete, and yet, he looks like one. And fucks better than one too.

  His outstretched fingers caress the space between my cheeks, and suddenly, he moves his index finger, placing it right above my asshole. I gasp as he slides it in, my insides burning up at once. That’s all that it takes for me to come again, my twitching body ready to collapse; if he wasn’t holding me, I’d just fall down onto the floor, convulsing as if I were having a seizure. Well, I guess I’m having a seizure… One of pure unbridled ecstasy.

  “God… This was… This was…” I can’t even speak. Even if I could, I don’t even know what I would say.

  “God? There’s no God around these parts… Only me,” he whispers, carefully putting me down on the floor. I keep my arm around his neck and I pull him down; he goes on his knees and then I push him back. Somehow, I’m still capable of moving. I climb on top of him, straddling as I grab his cock and angle it toward my pussy. Rubbing it against my folds, I ease myself down on top of it, letting my body fall on his cock like a feather. How am I even still conscious? With this quantity of hormones raging through me, I’m actually surprised I haven’t passed out yet.

  Swaying my hips over his body, I ride him as if this is the last time I’m ever going to be with a man. Because, hell, if neither Liam nor Carter ever fuck me again, I’m really going to be ruined for other men. And if that happens… Screw it; it was totally worth it. Even if this is an once-in-a-lifetime thing, I’m overjoyed that I have the chance. And I’m not letting it go to waste, that much I can promise you.

  “Fuck,” I hiss, raw boiling pleasure exploding inside of me. I throw my head back and scream, the sound of it climbing up my throat and vanishing in the air. This is absolute perfection, and it still isn’t over. I don’t know how much longer I can take it, but I sure as hell am eager to find out. Know your limitations, right? That’s what they say; it’s a good thing I never care about what other people say.

  I collapse on top of Carter’s body, breathing heavily as I try hard not to pass out. He strokes my hair tenderly, but that just for a fraction of a second, before I even know what’s happening, he pushes me down to the side. Feeling the carpeted floor under my skin, I whimper as I hear him sitting up; positioning himself behind me, he makes me roll to the side and lay on my stomach. His hands are on my waist and he pulls me into him; I jut my ass back up, going on all fours.

  He dives into me and I let out a loud moan, his hands pushing my ass cheeks apart as he rests his mouth against my asshole, jabbing at it with his tongue and sliding it inside. I squirm under his wet touch, but it’s over before I can even breathe out; after that, he presses his thick glans around my hole, rubbing it in.

  “Do it,” I moan, my voice so low the words are barely audible. “Do it,” I repeat, thrusting back at him. It’s going to hurt; with a cock like that, there’s no chance that it isn’t going to hurt, but I want to do it all the same. I want pain and pleasure, I want it all to blend into an intense cocktail and I want to be drunk on it. Yes, I’m an U.S. Senator, but I’m also a dirty girl. Sue me.

  “Are you sure?” he teases me, the tone of his voice a mocking one. “Are you sure you can take it?”

  “No, I’m not sure… But do it. Do it. Now!” I plead, and he doesn’t waste any time; he starts to push his cock against my ass, feeding inch by slow inch inside of me. When his cock is deep inside of my ass, he slides it back out; he repeats that coming and going motion, slowly but steadily, until my ass is stretched wide enough for him to pick up the pace. And that’s exactly what he does. His fingers still hooked on my hips, he starts to thrust, slapping my ass cheeks with the chiseled muscles of his thighs.

  He fucks me relentlessly, my cries of pain not bothering him the slightest. To be honest, I don’t care about them either… And that’s because I’m not really crying in pain. Sure, I’d be lying if I said this doesn’t hurt. But, oh, it’s so worth it… So fucking worth it. If I could feel this kind of pain every day for the rest of my life, I’d die as the happiest woman who has ever lived.

  “I bet Liam didn’t fuck you like this,” he whispers, his cock pulsing the moment Liam’s name leaves his lips.

  “He didn’t…” I confess, memories of Liam’s naked body floo
ding my mind. I’m the luckiest woman on Earth; I swear to God. How on Earth did I manage to find two guys like Liam and Carter? To be fucked by them? The why doesn’t matter, really, what matters is that it has happened… That it is happening. Right now.

  “Good… Because when you touch yourself tonight, I want you to be thinking of me. I want you thinking of my hard cock deep in your mouth, in your pussy, and your ass…”

  I’m breathing hard, but I still manage to chuckle, a grin on my lips.

  “Oh… If I touch myself tonight, I’ll be sure to be thinking of you.” My grin widening, I continue to speak. “But I’ll also think of Liam…” As I mention his rival, Carter starts fucking me mercilessly, shutting me up and forcing me to moan. Men—they love competition. You can’t blame me if I use that against them… Especially if I use that to get them to fuck me as roughly as they can. Because, right now, that’s exactly what Carter is doing; he’s trying to obliterate all thoughts of Liam from my mind. It’s impossible for him to do that, but luckily he has no idea about that.

  Right now, though, thoughts of Liam vanish from my mind. To be honest, all thoughts vanish; his cock ramming into my ass, it’s just impossible to think of anything. My moans turn into screams, and I just let go; I collapse on the floor, Carter’s cock popping out of my ass as I lay down, curled up and twitching. I can’t even open my eyes, and when I try to move, my body doesn’t respond. I just lay there on the floor, waves of violent ecstasy taking my body by assault and dragging me into the depths of one strong orgasm.

  “That’ll take care of Liam,” I hear Carter saying. I can almost feel the smug grin on his face. Close, but no cigar; how can I ever forget a man like Liam? Sure, Carter is as good as New Kingston’s mayor, but there’s no way I can pick a clear winner. That’s just impossible.

  When I open my eyes and look up at Carter, he’s already standing over me, stroking his thick veiny cock while hunger flickers in his eyes. Somehow, that lights up a fire inside of me, and I manage to go on my knees. I’m surprised I’m still capable of moving, but I do it all the same, groaning as I move.

  My hands fly to his cock, and curling all of my fingers around his shaft, I start to stroke him as fast as I can. I want his cum… I want to taste it just like I did with Liam. God, what happened to me? When did I become a girl this dirty? Oh, politics… It’s true what everyone says, it’s a dirty business. They just don’t imagine how dirty it can get, especially when men like these are involved.

  “Come… Come for me,” I urge him, opening my mouth as wide as I can and sticking my tongue out. The sight of it makes his cock spasm against my fingers, and soon enough there are ropes of warm cum gushing from his tip.

  His warm semen fills my mouth quickly, coating my tongue with its saltiness. Strands of it fly up and into my face, but I don’t care; wherever his cum goes, I’m alright with it. As far as I’m concerned, he could cover me head to toe with his seed, painting me in white as if I were a wax figure.

  The final spasms of his cock dying out against my trembling fingers, I finally let go of his cock. I smile at Carter, my mouth brimming with his cum; thick drops are already dripping down my chin.

  He goes down on his knees, breathing hard, and grabs me by the hair. Grinning wildly, he pulls my head in and presses his mouth against mine. Our mouths open wide, cum starts to run between the two of us, dripping down both of our chins and flowing between our tongues. This is madness, I know—but could there be a sweeter kind of madness? Check me into an asylum if this is insanity, because I want to be raving mad. Losing my mind has never been more worth it.

  Pulling back from my kiss, he grins at me, lips glistening while semen drips down his chin. I reach for him, scooping up the semen on his skin with my tongue and then swallow it all. He doesn’t even blink, completely entranced by me.

  “Now that’s a good girl,” he whispers, looking into my eyes. Returning his gaze, I can’t help but wonder how in the hell did this happen? I’m a U.S. Senator stuck in a legal battle between a Governor and Mayor… And I’ve already fucked the two of them. God, what was I thinking? This is not a backwater state; this is New York we’re talking about. And here I am, taking a small problem and turning it into a shit storm.

  I close my eyes and take a deep breath. There’s still pleasure running through my veins, and I won’t let reality ruin it. I won’t allow it. There’s plenty of time for self-loathing and worry… But now’s not the time.

  Now’s the time to savor ecstasy. Sighing and feeling as if I were floating on Cloud 9, I throw myself back, lying across the carpeted floor with one of the widest smiles of my life. What did I do to deserve this? Liam and Carter in a matter of days…

  Eat your heart out, ladies. I’m a lucky girl, what else can I say?

  12

  New York Daily Journal

  SENATOR VIVIAN TO GOVERNOR AND MAYOR: THERE’S ENOUGH OF ME TO GO AROUND, BOYS!

  From the desk of Editor-at-Large, Michael Anders.

  As Mayor of New York City, I have an unique insight. As the owner of my paper, here are my thoughts…

  For the last two weeks since Senator Vivian Hawthorne inserted herself into the feud between Mayor Liam Jeffries of New Kingston and Governor Carter Andrews, there has been what politicians would like to call progress, but everyone else would call stagnation.

  At this point, the negotiations are secret.

  And with negotiations continuing in both Albany and New York City, rumors have started to circulate as to a possible relationship between the outspoken junior Senator from New York State with one or both the men on either side of the issue.

  In perhaps a sign that this side story is taking on a life of its own, a Quinniapac/CNN poll was recently commissioned, which asked respondents whether Senator Vivian Hawthorne would be better off to be found romantically linked to either Governor Carter or Mayor Jeffries.

  Respondents were split roughly equally, with 51% of responses saying they would favor that the Senator take up with the Governor while 49% of the responses indicated a connection with the Mayor would be seen as more favorable.

  At the heart of this issue is which direction the Senator will lend her support—either for protecting the climate or preserving American jobs. The Governor has recently signed a signature piece of legislation that seeks to make New York State independent from foreign oil and resources as well as provide a cleaner and less polluted future. The Mayor of New Kingston however is looking to bring back the jobs that have decimated his town. In a surprise coup, he was able to secure the commitments to invest and open several ore processing and refining factories within the town, guaranteeing an increase of 10,000 jobs and a boost to the local economy.

  However, the two paths forward are diametrically opposed to one another. The factories that the mayor secured from Boltiador Enterprises would run afoul of the new legislation. Into this feud the Senator has decided to weigh in as she gets into a complicated history between the two men. Supporting either side would all but kill the other side’s position and determine the course of the state’s domestic policy in regard to the environment and jobs for the next several years.

  The romantic relationship that may or may not exist between the Senator and either of the men further complicates matters and brings a closer eye to what must be frenzied negotiations behind closed doors.

  New Kingston residents who have seen the Mayor and the Senator are adamant in their belief that the two are involved romantically while those who know the Governor are speaking on the condition of anonymity that there have been intimate encounters between the two. Neither side is acknowledging the issue at this point, but photographs have shown her in a variety of close encounters with both men that have only furthered speculation.

  To perhaps add an even stranger twist to the entire situation is the fact that the Communist Party representative who serves as the Mayor of Shanghai has been openly advocating for the Boltiador family to open their factories in China. Sources who are close to the s
ituation describe a powder keg that is ready to explode with one wrong move. It will be up to the voters to the media to see who lights the first match.

  13

  Liam

  I swear to fucking God I just want to throw this fucking tablet across the room and break it into a million different pieces.

  I thought I’d take the morning to enjoy reading the newspaper

  But what else is fucking new nowadays when I read the newspaper. The New York Daily Journal might as well be called the gossip column on me, that fucker Carter, and Vivian.

  We’ve had four meetings in the last two weeks and each time I’ve tried to get close to Vivian, she puts her defenses up. Either the newspaper is right and she’s fucking Carter or she’s playing us both.

  It almost wouldn't be so bad if Vivian wasn’t fucking Carter. You know, in addition to that one time she had sex with me. Oh, she hasn’t said anything to me about her and him at all, but fucking ‘well placed sources’ report that the fucking Governor is spending way too much time in Albany with his office door closed whenever Vivian Hawthorne is visiting.

  What the fuck am I even bothering myself with this shit for? I’m acting like a lovesick kid in high school. Yeah, Vivian was a great fuck. She has a fucking smoking body, sure. She’s got tits you just want to grab and squeeze and suck. An ass you want to smack. Legs that go on forever. Jesus, even her fucking neck is beautiful. And that pussy. Jesus fucking Christ that tight pussy is worth its fucking weight in gold.

  But at the end of the day, this woman knows what it's like out there. Hell, she’s played the field a lot longer than me. This is one powerful broad we’re talking about here. She used to be a fucking Democrat. Then she became a Republican. Then she went Independent.

  Don’t look at me like that, okay? I did my fucking research on her after we fucked. I know what kind of person I’m fucking dealing with. And let me tell you; you do not want to fuck around with her. That’s for goddamn sure.