Double Dirty Outlaws: A MFM Romance

by Alexa Anna

  She tastes just perfect. A warm feeling rushes into my chest. Something I haven’t felt in a long time.

  “Hey, you got a ton of beer in here!” says Zach, rushing in from the kitchen. He sees us and lets out a yelp, “Get ‘em, son!” before disappearing back into the kitchen.

  Aly and I pull away from each other, wiping our lips, embarrassed expressions on our faces.

  “Sorry,” I say. “We shouldn’t have done that.”

  “No,” says Aly. “I’m sorry… I just, sorry…”

  “Hey, don’t stop on my account!” says Zach, jovial as always, returning again from the kitchen with a couple beers. “Hope your roommate doesn’t mind if I snag a couple of these.”

  Aly looks horribly uncomfortable and embarrassed.

  “Listen,” says Zach. “This isn’t anything new for us. Don’t worry, Aly. We’re really good at what we do…”

  “Hey!” I say, butting in. “She’s not that type of girl, OK? Leave her alone, Zach.”

  Zach shrugs and kicks his feet up onto one of the empty aquariums, reclining fully on the couch. “Whatever you say, man.”

  “Well,” says Aly, smoothing her pants with her palms nervously. “It was so nice of you guys to stop by and everything… I’ll tell my parents you came over, Colton. But unfortunately I really have to get up early tomorrow, so…”

  “It’s OK,” I say. “We can take a hint. We’ll get out of your hair, right, Zach?”

  “Whatever, man,” says Zach, shrugging his shoulders and chugging his beverage. He can be a bit of a prick sometimes. I’d like to say he always means well but that’s not really the case.

  “It’s a tough city,” I say. “Let me know if any problems come up. If I can help with anything at all, just let me know. Football seasons is over, so I’ll be around.”

  “And I’ll be around too,” says Zach, winking at her obnoxiously. “For the next month, in case you need any… help.” He says that last part with as much emphasis as he can possibly add to a single word.

  “I thought you were staying a week, man,” I say, annoyed.

  Zach shrugs. “You know you can’t kick me out.”

  I sigh and get up from the chair. “Seriously,” I say to Aly one more time. “Let me know if there’s anything you need.”

  Aly sees us to the door and we hit the hallway.

  “So you wanted to get her all to yourself, is that it?” says Zach.

  “It’s not like that,” I say.

  “Your old crush from back home,” says Zach. “The one you never got. Although I’m sure you got everyone else in the school.”

  That isn’t far from the truth, actually. That summer after graduation was pretty crazy with a lot of partying. College, though, was a whole extra level. That’s where things got really crazy. That’s when Zach and I started teaming up and giving lucky women double the pleasure they’d ever gotten before.

  “I don’t see why you don’t want to share her,” says Zach. “You’ve never had a problem with that before.”

  “It’s not that,” I say. “It’s not that I don’t want to share her. It’s just that, well, I don’t think she’s that type of girl. She wouldn’t be into something like that. I can’t believe you basically offered it to her right in front of her like that. I mean, hell, she knows my parents.”

  “Like your parents don’t know what you get up to.”

  “They don’t know what the two of us have gotten up to, and they don’t need to know about it.”

  “Fair enough,” says Zach. “But, if there’s anything we learned in college, it’s that most, if not all, women secretly want a threesome with the two of us, right?”

  I have to admit he’s got a point. We were surprised at the time, but it turned out almost everyone did want us. Hardly anyone ever rejected us.

  “I guess you’re right in a way,” I say.

  “Of course I’m right,” says Zach, giving me a punch on the shoulder. “Come on, Tiger, let’s take her together and show her some real pleasure. What do you say?”

  I have to admit, the idea of fucking her along with Zach has me more turned on than just fucking her by myself. I can already imagine the screams and moans she’s going to make with us both inside her, with us both pleasuring her to our absolute max.

  “All right,” I say, sighing. “Let’s see what we can do.”

  “There we go!” says Zach. “The old Colton is back!”

  “Let’s hope not all of him returns,” I say. “I’ve done some things I’m not too proud of. I’m cleaning up a little these days, you know.”

  “Just don’t clean up too much,” says Zach, giving me a wink.

  We head to a packed bar, so that we can have a couple more beers before heading back to my place. Girls all over the bar are checking us out constantly, but Zach and I don’t pay them any mind. We both agree that we’ve become completely fixed on Aly. No one else is going to do now. No one else is going to come close to her. She’s just so hot, and so innocent in the way she’s so confused about the big city. Her big eyes flash in my mind’s eye, and I imagine them staring up at me as she goes down on me, slurping along my massive and rock hard shaft.

  “You still with us, buddy?” says Zach, handing me another beer.

  “Huh?” I say, snapping out of my little fantasy. “Yeah. Still with us. I just can’t get Aly out of my mind.”

  “Me neither,” says Zach, shaking his head. “There’s just something about her. I mean, hell, we both get plenty of women.”

  “But when you find that one,” I say. “You just can’t get her out of your head until you bang her.”

  “Until we bang her together,” Zach corrects me. “Just like back in college, right?”

  I nod my head.

  “Cheers,” says Zach, clinking his beer bottle against mine.

  “Cheer,” I say, a slight smile rising on my face.

  Am I the reluctant participant in this? No, I don’t think so. Maybe I took some convincing, but in the end, I might even be more into this idea than Zach. The only person whose opinion remains to be seen is Aly, and I have the feeling that she’s going to be into it. After all, almost no one can resist Zach and I together.

  I felt Aly’s lips on mine. I felt her warm and smooth skin. I saw that look in her eyes, and I know she wants me. She may be nervous about having two men at once, but that’s normal, and a lot of women feel that way—until, that is, they get so turned on there’s no turning back for them.

  Zach

  “I don’t know why you’re worried about it,” I say. “It’ll happen. We just got to give it time with her. She’ll be coming for us, begging us for it, don’t you worry. You know how it works. Have you forgotten how college works?”

  Colton grunts at me. “A lot of time? How long did you say you’re going to stay?”

  “Why do you keep harping on that, dude?” I say. “Makes me feel like you don’t want me here.”

  Not that I really feel like that. Hell, even if he didn’t want me here, it wouldn’t bother me. After what we’ve gone through together, neither of us really has the option of kicking the other person out of the apartment.

  Living in the South has been a real drag, and I’m excited for some New York City action. Little did I suspect that I’d get fixated on a small town girl like Aly upon getting here. I thought Colton and I would be slaying chicks left and right at the bars, on the streets, in the clubs, wherever we could pick them up.

  “Make yourself at home,” says Colton, entering the bathroom, and slamming the door in my face.

  “Thanks man,” I say, taking off my clothes and throwing them on the floor in the living room.

  I flop myself down on the couch buck naked, and kick my feet up on the armrest.

  My duffel is right on the floor and I fish a beer out of it and remove the non-twist-off cap with my bare hands.

  Sipping on the beer, my mind drifts to Aly and her body. She looked so innocent and impossibly sexy sitting there. My
cock is swelling and I look down at it and can’t resist taking it in my hand. Hell, this is practically my apartment, I think to myself. Colton wouldn’t mind if I take care of my needs.

  Her breasts were so perfect, and her fucking face, man. It’s so gorgeous, so perfectly sculpted. Her hair and her eyes are just insane. Her body… it’s like she doesn’t even know she has one of the hottest bodies I’ve ever seen. Her curves are enough to drive any man over the edge, completely insane.

  Anyway, he’s probably jerking himself off in the bathroom if I know him. Probably thinking of Aly too.

  I start off slow but soon I’m tensing my legs up and fisting my cock as fast I can, pointing it towards the ceiling.

  “You thinking of Aly, man?” I call out.

  Colton grunts an affirmative, and I can tell by the sound that he’s taking care of himself too, behind the bathroom door.

  When we finally get our cocks inside her it’s going to be so sweet. This is what I came to New York City for.

  My cock explodes and my come flies in a high arc in the air and lands on the couch, where it’s going to stay.

  Colton emerges from the bathroom without his shirt. “I’m headed to bed,” he says. His eyes drift to the come on the couch. “Fucking gross, man,” he says. “At least clean up after yourself.”

  “I bet you did,” I say, not making much sense, but already drifting off to sleep and not caring.

  I sleep for a couple hours.

  A buzzing sound wakes me up. I look around, trying to remember where I am. It’s the middle of the night. Oh yeah, I’m at Colton’s in NYC.

  The buzzing dies down for a moment, then continues again. Must be a phone, I think to myself. I check my phone, but it’s dead to the world.

  Colton’s phone, I think to myself, getting off the couch, and walking slowly around the apartment, still buck naked, my cock hard with a night time erection.

  “Here we go,” I say, taking Colton’s phone from his pants where he left them in the bathroom. I can hear Colton’s snores from his bedroom behind the closed door. “You little bastard. You woke up and now I’m going to throw you out the window.”

  But as I take the phone, completely intent on throwing it out the window (Colton will just have to deal with it), I happen to read the screen. It’s a text from Aly.

  “Well, well, well,” I say to myself, chuckling. “What do we have here?”

  I slide my finger across the screen and the whole message appears.

  “Something weird is going on in my apartment,” writes Aly. “I hate to bother you, but my roommate is acting really crazy. I don’t know if I should call the hospital. Are you still up? Can I talk to you on the phone?”

  “I’ll be right over,” I write back, almost cackling with glee. This is going to be my chance to push things along further. I’ll see how far I can get with her myself, and then I’ll bring Colton in to finish the job in a couple days.

  “No,” she writes. “It’s OK. Don’t worry.”

  “It’s not a problem,” I write, and watch with delight as Colton’s name appears next to my message.

  So she thinks the famous Colton, her old crush turned pro football player, is coming over to rescue her from her crazy roommate. I can’t wait to see her face when she sees me standing at her door.

  Careful not to wake up Colton, I get dressed and head out of the apartment, bringing Colton’s cell phone with me. It’s about four in the morning by the time I get over to Aly’s apartment.

  From the hallway, I can hear a tremendous racket from inside.

  I knock on the door.

  “Who the hell’s there?” comes a shrill voice. “I don’t want to talk to any more elephants tonight. There’s just so much one can take. All your tusks… I’m never letting another one of you elephants inside again! Never! Never!”

  This must be her roommate. She’s either lost her mind or she’s on hallucinogenic drugs. I’m going to go with the latter, from the way she’s talking.

  That’s OK. I went to college. I partied. I know how to handle people on hallucinogens.

  “Hello, ma’am,” I say calmly. “It’s the elephant patrol. I’m the agent who’s been dispatched to take care of your elephant problem.”

  “Thank god,” says the roommate, throwing the door open.

  I walk into the apartment and look around to see that all the aquariums from earlier have been smashed. The roommate is still wearing the fur from earlier, but she’s completely naked underneath it. She doesn’t have a bad body, and at another time I might consider her, but my mind and my cock are so stuck on Aly that I can’t even think of anyone else like that.

  “You’re here!” mouths Aly to me, appearing from her bedroom, looking terrified of her crazy roommate.

  I wave at her casually so as not to upset the roommate.

  Aly looks even sexier than she did earlier. She’s wearing tight yoga pants as pajamas that make it so I can see every inch of her delicious ass, hanging like a huge peach, just waiting for me to take a bite of it. A spaghetti strap shirt is barely containing her tits. I can easily see 60% of them and every time Aly moves, I can see more of them. The side boob action is spectacular.

  My cock springs into action.

  I better take care of this nutty roommate so I can get down to business with Aly, I think to myself. The quicker the better.

  “So,” I say, walking over to the roommate, and acting as if I have a pad of paper and a pencil in my hand. “How long have you been having this elephant problem?”

  “What the hell are you doing?” mouths Aly at me.

  But I know I got this under control. Hell, I’ve taken acid myself more than a few times.

  “Oh,” says the crazy roommate distractedly. “I don’t know. A couple decades, I suppose.”

  I pretend to jot down some notes on my imaginary notepad and I can tell by the way she watches me that she’s buying it hook, line, and sinker.

  “Very good,” I say. “I’ll take care of this elephant situation out here,” gesturing to the living room that’s full of broken aquarium glass. “And the best thing for you to do is go lie down in the elephant safe zone.”

  “The elephant safe zone? Where’s that?” She seems breathless at the possibility of an elephant free zone.

  “Right in here,” I say, gesturing to her very own room. “Get into the bed there, and put the covers over your head. They’re special anti-elephant covers that will protect you.”

  “Thank you so much, sir,” she says, hugging me enthusiastically.

  “And whatever you do,” I say. “Don’t come out from under those covers until we tell you. It can get a little hairy out here with all the elephants.”

  The crazy roommate nods like I’ve just given her the most serious advice in the world and heads into her room.

  “There you go,” I say, pretending to dust off my hands. “Problem solved. Aren’t you glad I’m around, Aly?”

  “Thanks,” says Aly, her arms crossed in front of her, shivering in the cold, her mostly bare breasts jiggling slightly and deliciously in her thin top.

  “Come here,” I say. “That must have been quite the ordeal for you.”

  She steps closer to me and I envelop her delicious body in my strong arms.

  Aly

  I’m not going to say he’s hotter than Colton, but he’s just as hot as Colton. I thought I’d never say that.

  The hug seems to last forever. I almost melt in his arms. His body is so taut, tight, massive, muscular. His face gazes down me. It’s chiseled to absolute perfection.

  My body responds. My nipples are pointed and hard. I wonder if he can feel them against his chest, his massive pecs? I almost hope that he can.

  There’s something about being saved from a situation like this that turns you on. Even if it’s just being saved from a crazed roommate. But I was really worried about her. I’d never seen anyone act like that before. I’m from a small town, after all. Apparently half the people here in New
York are out of their minds half the time.

  “It feels nice to hug you,” I say, unsure of what to say.

  We still haven’t released one another.

  My panties are warm and wet, if you know what I mean.

  My mind flashes to a fantasy I had of Colton. This time, though, Zach walks into the fantasy too, and he pulls out his thick, massive cock and begins stroking it in front of me…

  That’s just fantasy, I remind myself, trying not to get too turned on. I’m aware that my breathing is already ragged and fast.

  “I’m glad I came,” says Zach.

  “Me too,” I say. “I don’t know what I would have done without you.”

  Our mouths come together, both of us moving towards the other one, as if there’s a magnet drawing us together—the magnetic force of intense sexual attraction, I guess.

  The kiss is spectacular. Just like kissing Colton. Just as hot. Only a little different. Zach has a much different personality and his body is a lot different, once you start looking for the nuances.

  Suddenly, I remember I’m making out with a pro football player, one of the hottest around, and another pro football player kissed me earlier tonight.

  What do they want with a small town girl like me?

  My hands are all over Zach before I know what I’m doing. My hands are up underneath his shirt, massaging his massive chest muscles.

  His hands are on my breasts, touching the bare flesh that’s fully visible. His other hand works its way down and cups my ass in my tight yoga pants that I just wear around the house for sleeping, not ever expecting anyone to ever see them.

  What the hell am I doing? I’m completely crazy. I must be overtaken by all this New York City madness.

  But I know that’s not true. It’s just that I’ve barely ever seen men as hot as Colton and Zach before. Sure, Colton was hot before. But he’s a true man, and Zach is as much of a man as Colton.

  Speaking of him being a man, I can feel his massive cock pressed up against me. He’s taller than me, so it’s pressed into my stomach. Judging by the feel, it’s hard and very, very big.