Three's No Crowd: Hitting the Slopes (BWWM BBW menage erotica)

by Neesa Baker

  He began to thrust into my mouth, moving against me so that he was knocking back against my throat. My jaw tightened up reflexively against the intrusion, bathing his cock in a wet heat. I tried to say something around his cock, but his hand held steady on me, so that my muffled words vibrated along his shaft. At last, I gave in, letting him fuck my face, doing my best to suck and lick with my tongue until he came with a jerk of his cock, shooting hot cum down my throat.

  He pulled out of me slowly, his half limp dick slapping wetly against his own thigh. I leaned back, dazed. My previous lovers had never been so rough and in control, guiding me however they wished. I found that I liked it.

  “Come here Della,” Aaron said, “and let me give you a little pleasure now.”

  I slowly stood up and made my way over to him. He had pulled off his boxers some time ago, and sat on the edge of the bed. I straddled him, letting him fall back onto the bedspread. My legs were splayed open, pressing up my wanton pussy lips against his hot shaft. Aaron’s hands lifted up my hips so that I rubbed up and down the length of his cock, making it nice and slick.

  With one hand, he kept me up high enough to probe at my entrance with his flared head. Without waiting for me, he let go, and I fell back in surprise onto his cock. I gasped. Aaron was easily as thick and long as Jan as he plunged into me. I wobbled in shock at the pain and pleasure as I was immediately impaled onto him, stretched to accommodate his wide girth.

  “Fuck Della, you’re so tight,” he grunted, as he shifted under me. I could feel his hands pressing down on my hips, preventing me from moving away from the agonizing pleasure of his monstrous cock. I whimpered.

  “Shhh, it’ll be okay.” I turned to my side. It was Jan. He gave me a long slow kiss, so sensual that I almost didn’t notice where his hands had gone until it made contact with my back hole. His wet finger on the tight ring of muscle sent a shock through my body.

  “What are you doing?”

  The two men frowned and looked at each other.

  “Wasn’t this what you wanted?”

  Was it? I mean, I’d heard of people doing this sort of thing in pornos, but never in real life. It sounded like it would be painful more than anything.

  “Does it hurt?”

  “Only at first. Then it becomes good- really good.”

  Jan’s finger hadn’t left my ass. I could feel him circling it, massaging it slowly with his finger.

  “You have to relax though.”

  I smiled weakly.

  “That’s easier said than done.”

  “Take a deep breath,” he instructed. I did, trying to block out the feeling of his finger. I could feel him working his way in, moving along bit by bit, until he popped past the tight muscle. Instantly, the pain lessened.

  “Hardest part’s done,” he said with a grin. Slowly he began to work the finger in and out. At first I couldn’t help but clench my muscles as he moved inside of me, but I realized that only made things harder. As soon as I relaxed, I began to feel a new kind of pleasure flowing through my body. Jan managed to slip another finger inside, increasing the feeling of fullness. Aaron shifted impatiently beneath me, rubbing up against Jan through the thin membrane. I moaned, eyes fluttering. What was that sensation?

  After a few more seconds, Jan pulled out. I looked at his huge cock, still wet from my mouth, nervously. Aaron pulled me down over him on the bed, so that my ass was wide open for Jan. He stood up and angled his cock. The blunt head pushed up against the tight muscle, even bigger than his fingers. With a slow, relentless push, he began to breach the muscle.

  My eyes widened. I became awakened to the deep sensation of nerves inside of my asshole as it gave way to Jan’s cock inch by inch. My core radiated with heat from the two cocks jostling within me. It felt like minutes before he was finally buried to the hilt inside of me. Never had I felt so full, so satisfied, so owned by two men. I could hardly move I was sandwiched so tightly between the two. All I could do was give them a tight nod.

  Jan was the first to move, pulling gently in and out. As he did, I could feel Aaron thrust upward. The two men set up an easy rhythm, so that at all times I had a cock inside one of my holes. Pleasure surged through me, crashing through my brain and making me moan. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew that they had done this before many times, but I didn’t even care, I was so filled by their hot, throbbing cocks.

  I let them fuck me as I laid there, pinned between their two bodies. The overpowering sensations grew as they pounded into my pussy and ass faster and faster. Each plunge widened me up a little further, letting them into the deepest part of me. And I could do nothing to stop it. I was on my knees and elbows, trapped between the two men as they stretched and filled me up. Everything was building up into an overwhelming frenzy that finally threw me over the edge. I cried out in pleasure, arching up against Aaron, the explosion of my orgasm rocking me back and forth onto the two men.

  Jan pumped even faster into my ass, grabbing onto my heaving breasts as he thrust into me. He rolled one of my dark peaks between this thumb and forefinger, sending me into another high. His thrusts were unyielding, riding out the convulsions of my body toward his own release. He jerked quickly, with a few thrusts, sending jets of milky cum into my ass. Slowly he withdrew again, letting his cream seep out of my hole.

  I blinked dazed and exhausted as Aaron continued to thrust upward into my swollen pussy. His pace was fast and hard, the sound of our bodies slapping together loud in the room. Soon another explosive orgasm burst within me, making me scream in pleasure as I clamped myself tightly around Aaron’s body.

  At last, with a mighty grunt, he thrust upwards, spurting out ropes of hot seed into my womb. I was too weak to protest, letting him empty himself deep within me. With no hard cocks to hold me up, I fell onto my side, both of my abused holes dripping with the two men’s issue.

  “That was pretty amazing guys,” I said at last, feeling myself drifting off to sleep.

  “Better than any party,” Aaron agreed.

  Three’s No Crowd: Construction Zone

  This is what you get for being cheap, I thought bitterly. Originally I was going to go with the same construction crew my friend Darla had when she fixed up her basement, but Joe’s company had offered to do it at nearly half the price. It was just too good to pass up. And yes, Joe had been quite charming, in a brawny way. There was a frank manliness to him that I didn’t often see in my circles. So I’d agreed to take him on. They had come promptly, tearing down my old window with childlike glee and ripping apart the walls. But then everything ground to a halt.

  At first I was shocked. Never in my life had I seen such poor business practises. Who just up and leaves a project midway? I’d called and called, but it was always someone was sick, or had died, or hurt themselves. At first I’d been sympathetic, but how many sick uncles can you have?! The guys were too yellow-bellied to show their faces, or I would have given them a piece of my mind. In fact, I’d give them a few pieces, and sue the lot of them, except that the one I had stormed around to their office, there really had been a funeral.

  The thing is, I’m used to being obeyed. I worked as a neurosurgeon at the city’s biggest hospital, and I kept command of my OR with an iron will. I didn’t claw my way up the ranks of medical school by being meek. This extended beyond my work to the other parts of my life, which would inevitably annoy my current boyfriend. But is it really that bad to be proud of being a person who made sure ‘shit got done’? I didn’t think so.

  With one last sip of my coffee, I got up to dress and head to work. It was going to be a very long shift, and I had to stay focussed on the job. Maybe there’ll be a miracle, and I’ll come home to a completed, dust-free home…

  Unfortunately, a miracle did not occur, and I came off a 12 hours shift tired to the bone. I didn’t even have the strength to take of my shoes before I collapsed into my sofa. Without a second thought, I promptly fell asleep.

  In my dream, Joe came to my door to
apologize for his ways. He had taken off his hard hat, and his usual smug expression was replaced with a chagrined face. I let him into the house reluctantly. I knew what was coming.

  “Listen Lana, about your renovation. I-“

  Dream me held up my hand. I wasn’t going to take any bullshit from this guy anymore! In fact, I had a brilliant idea. Quickly I stepped between him and the door, preventing him from leaving.

  “I don’t want to hear it Joe. All I want to see is your back toiling away until the job is done. In fact, you’re not to leave the premises until you do.”

  Joe gulped, clearly unnerved. Actually, he looked pretty good once I knocked the cocky grin off his face.

  “I’ve got a wife and kids to go home to!” he protested.

  “Well you messed with the wrong woman,” I declared. “I’ve put up with your crap for a month without as much as a peep from you.”

  “Please Ms. Brown, I’ll do anything. You can’t keep me here forever.” He flung his hard hat to the side and fell to his knees. Leaning forward, he kissed my inner thigh, drawing a slow trail of kisses upwards. I felt my pussy tighten. It’d been a while since I’d been touched so intimately, and I could really unwind a little…

  I woke with a start, dazed by the strange surroundings. It took a few minutes to register that I had fallen asleep in my living room, and that I was not having sex with Joe. I shivered involuntarily. It had felt so real. My dreams were usually filled with the sophisticated men who were lawyers and doctors. But Joe’s raw strength… that was undeniably sexy too.

  Suddenly, the wind whistled through the room. I turned around to see the man himself walking through the hole in my living room.

  “Joe!” I cried out, blushing as his face triggered another cascade of sensation in my body. I quickly stood up from my prone position on the couch.

  “Ms. Brown,” he replied, as if he had just seen me yesterday. “Just about to board up the front and install the new bay window.”

  I clutched my cardigan closer over myself, uncomfortably aware of my generous cleavage. Cool yourself Lana, it was just a dream. But the aftereffects lingered. I could feel my body coil itself like a spring, ready to be released on the man.

  “Is it… just you?” I asked. Joe gave me a sidelong glance, picking up on my uncertainty.

  “No,” he said slowly. “Hank will be by after he picks up the glass from the shop.”

  “I see. You’re going to finish today?”

  He shrugged.

  “What’s that supposed to mean?” I cried out. I couldn’t believe the man! “How hard is it to install a damn window? I could have done it myself in the time it took for you to come back here.”

  “Other projects came up,” he said shrugging. He leered at me over his coffee. “Course, I could make it a priority if you’re willing.”

  I tensed up. I could see him taking in my body, demure as I was in a blouse and pencil skirt. No matter how much I tried to cover it, my lush curves spilled out, earning me whistles and catcalls wherever I went. I didn’t get to be successful from using my body however, and I wasn’t about to start.

  “Excuse me?”

  He came closer. I could smell him now, a mixture of wood and sweat. It was undeniably masculine. I could see dark hair peeking above the button of his flannel shirt, most likely sprinkled across his barrel chest. For a second my mind flashed back to my fantasy, the way he pleasured me with his rough hands and thick tongue.

  Joe must have seen something in my eyes, because the next second, his mouth was on mine. His lips were gentle, but they felt rough, the contrast sending a delightful tingle down between my legs. I could feel him pushing me back up against the wall, pressing his body into mine. His stubble scraped against my face, the sandpaper feel of them reminding me that this wasn’t a dream. I nearly demanded that he take me all the way, quickly, before Hank came back and stopped it all.

  I opened my mouth to taste him, and his tongue entered my mouth, running up against my own. Up until this point in time, I had never even considered being with a man like Joe. His scent, his touch, his look, was brutishly masculine, and I wanted more. I hooked my hands in the loop of his jeans, pulling him closer until I could feel the bulge of his cock between the denim.

  Was it a mistake? At this point, I didn’t even care.

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  Other Titles by Neesa Baker:

  Three’s No Crowd: BWWM Threesome Series

  Retail Therapy

  Business or Pleasure?

  Hitting the Slopes

  Construction Zone

  Team Spirit

  Billionaire’s Black Beauty Series

  Desires Masked

  Desires Unveiled

  Desires Realized

  The Secret Billionaire

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  Neesa Baker knows that the best stories are the steamiest, and she’s finally putting her imagination to work. When she’s not at the computer, she can be found doodling her own little drawings and training for her next big run. She lives in the Pacific Northwest.

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