Double Dirty Outlaws: A MFM Romance

by Alexa Anna

  “Where do I sleep?” she says.

  “With me, of course!” says Zach, piping in, loud and jovial.

  I think for a moment. “It’d be fine with me if you sleep in my bed,” I say. “It’s going to be a lot more comfortable than the couch where Zach’s sleeping.”

  “I don’t know,” says Aly. “I don’t know how I can choose between you two.”

  “You don’t have to,” says Zach. “Stay with me on the couch and we can see what fun we’ll have tonight.”

  “The bed’s much more comfortable,” I say, giving her a wink.

  “I don’t know!” says Aly. “How can I choose?”

  “I guess you’ve got to,” says Zach, an impish grin growing on his face.

  “I’m not going to,” says Aly, jamming her foot down.

  She’s dressed again but she looks as hot as ever if not hotter knowing that we’ve both just been inside her. Her skirt is as tight as ever and she doesn’t have her blazer back on. She must have put her top back on without her bra, because her breasts are much more visible than they were before. I can easily see her nipples, and I feel my cock stirring again as I look at her.

  “Then where are you going to sleep?” I say.

  “With both of you,” says Aly, giving us each a meaningful look. She walks into the threshold of my bedroom and give the bed a look. “It’s huge,” she says. “It’s easily big enough for the three of us, even given how large you two are.”

  “I don’t know,” says Zach. “Colton and I don’t sleep together. I like to be able to spread out, too, you know? My own space.”

  “Well it wouldn’t be your own space if I was there.”

  “But that’s different…”

  “Yeah,” I say. “Different.”

  “Listen,” says Aly. “It’s time we took things to the bed anyway. The couch is great and all but I don’t think we can do all we want to.”

  “All we want to?” I say, slowly, thinking over all the possibilities.

  I catch Zach’s eye and he gives me a wicked grin that means he’s thinking the same thing I am: Aly is starting to get confidence. She’s starting to know what she wants. And she wants both of us. She wants our cocks deep inside her.

  “And if you can share me while we’re fucking,” she says. “I think we can all share a bed for sleeping. Plus, we’ll have a lot more fun that way. What do you say?”

  “Well, when you put it that way,” says Zach, jovially. “I’m in.”

  “Me too,” I say, taking Aly’s bags and moving them into my room. I watch her as she flops into the middle of the bed. “This is going to be great. You sure you don’t mind me staying here, Colton?”

  I laugh. “Not at all,” I say. “You’re welcome for as long as you want.”

  I can’t believe she’s even asking me if I mind. After all, she’s the woman of my long running fantasies. And I just fucked her like crazy, coming deep inside of her (with a condom on, though, but the feeling was similar). Now she’s relaxing on my bed, her long legs looking glorious as she crosses one across her knee, showing off her meaty thigh. I feel my cock growing. The lust is rumbling again deep inside me.

  “This won’t be too bad at all,” says Zach, grinning, and throwing himself down on the bed next to Aly. The mattress bounces jovially and Zach spoons up against Aly.

  “Hey,” I say. “That’s my side! And take your shoes off.”

  “But Aly’s got her shoes on.”

  “Aly can do whatever the hell she wants,” I say. “Shoes off if you’re sleeping in my bed.”

  “Jeez, all right man,” says Zach, kicking off his shoes and crawling over Aly to get to the other side.

  Aly giggles as he crawls over her, his big body completely covering her for a moment. “I can feel your hard cock again,” she says, giggling.

  “Don’t forget me,” I say, walking over to the side of the bed, and starting to unbuckle my belt.

  “You move fast,” says Aly, giggling, and getting on her knees and walking on them toward the edge of the bed. Her delicate hands grab my bulge through my jeans and my erection springs to new widths and heights.

  “I’m inside this time,” says Zach, eying her ass hungrily. “I can’t wait for that pussy.”

  My phone rings clearly in the other room.

  Shit, that’s the ring tone I have set for my parents. I have to answer it.

  “Sorry,” I say, walking away from the bed. Taking Aly’s hands off my crotch is almost painful, that’s how strong the lust is, even though we just had a crazy session not more than twenty minutes ago.

  “What the hell, man?” says Zach, calling out after me.

  “Don’t do anything without me,” I warn them, and head into the living room, closing the bedroom door behind me.

  I grab my phone and slide my finger across the screen.

  “Hello?” I say, hoping it isn’t apparent from my heavy breathing what I was about to get up to.

  “Colton?” It’s my mom’s voice. She hardly ever talks to me on the phone. I don’t know if she’s scared of them or what. She does have pretty bad anxiety, and has had it all her life, which I think has seriously limited how she was able to act towards me as a mother.

  “What’s going on, Mom?” I say, worry entering my voice. “Is everything OK?” I ask that because I can’t remember the last time we talked on the phone, but it was almost certainly when some relative died. “Is Dad OK?”

  “That’s why I’m calling,” says my mom.

  “He’s dead?” I say, already convinced of the truth.

  “Dead!” says my mom, sounding horrified. “Good heavens, no. He’s not dead.”

  I sigh in relief. “Then what’s going on?” I say. “What’s the trouble?”

  What I really want to say is, why the hell are you calling me, when you never call me, and never want to talk on the phone?

  “He’s having some problems with his business,” says my mom. “Some local kids are giving him a hard time or something like that. I’m not really sure. He doesn’t want to talk about it. You know how he gets.”

  That I do. He’s a man of few words. I doubt he talks to my mom much more than he talks to me even though I live halfway across the country in New York City.

  My dad owns a small hardware store in town, one that managed somehow to survive the invasion of the big superstores. I think it’s because the superstores didn’t even consider our town worthy of their presence, so the only place to buy normal household stuff is still my dad’s little store.

  That was something that always bothered me—that my dad never wanted me to help out around the store, and forget about paying me to do it. No, he didn’t even want me around. That’s why I ended up working for Aly’s dad so much.

  “Some kids?” I say. “That doesn’t sound too bad.”

  “I… I think they’re some kind of gangsters,” says my mom. “Your dad, well you know how he is, he barely talks.”

  “Yeah,” I say. “You mentioned that. So what’s going on? It’s more serious than just some middle school kids stealing spray paint?”

  “Oh, I think so,” says my mom in worried and hushed tones, as if my dad is right around the corner and he wouldn’t want her to be telling me this.

  Why would he, though? He’s never asked for my help with anything for himself, and I can’t remember the last time he gave me any help. The only thing he asked me to do in the last few years was help Aly.

  I chuckle to myself… if he only knew what Aly and I had done together. And Zach. You can’t forget Zach! My mom would probably faint and my dad would have a heart attack that would put him in the ground. That’d be the end of him right there.

  I guess I have a twisted sense of humor sometimes.

  The conversation with my mom drags on and on, which is incredibly unusual for her—just for her to stay on the phone this long makes me worried.

  She continues to explain how my dad is acting really weird and has been trying to borrow money, ap
parently to pay off the gang. Hell, I thought the town was too small for any gangs. But apparently, according to my mom, a gang has moved in within the last year and started to shake down local businesses for payouts.

  “This is serious, then?” I say.

  “Oh, I think so,” says my mom, her tone of voice making her sound very worried.

  I’m starting to feel very worried myself. I can’t have my dad dying of a stress heart attack.

  I ask her what can be done. I suggest that she goes to the police, or that I hire a private detective, but she shoots down all my suggestions, saying that my dad would never want to ask for help.

  “In the end,” says my mom, her voice momentarily crackling on the phone. “I think the only way out of this is if you come home and help.”

  “Me?” I say. “What can I do?”

  “Just show up, saying you’re here for a visit and then you can help. I just know you’ll be able to help if you’re here in person.”

  “But I can’t fight off a gang, can I?” I say. “This is something for the authorities.”

  “Please,” says my mom. “I don’t know who else to turn to, and god knows I don’t ask you for much.”

  She’s got me there. She’s never asked me for anything.

  “Listen, Mom,” I say. “I’m pretty rich. Pro football and all that. Why don’t I just send you the money and you can give it to Dad somehow, without telling him where it’s from.”

  “But it’s more than that,” cries my mom, her voice almost turning into a shriek. She sounds absolutely hysterical. “Please come home. Please come! You’re the only one who can help.”

  I sigh quietly. Has she lost her mind? This is really fucking weird, even for my parents.

  “Fine,” I say. “I’ll be there tomorrow.”

  My mom starts crying on the phone, but eventually I manage to hang up, promising again that I’ll be there soon.

  This whole story just sounds too fucking weird for me that I can barely believe it’s true. But something is definitely off… I need to head home, if just to make sure my mom hasn’t suddenly developed Alzheimer’s and become insanely paranoid or something. She certainly sounded messed up on the phone.

  I take a minute to gather my thoughts in the living room before I had back into the bedroom.

  “You wouldn’t believe what happened,” I say.

  “What’s that?” says Aly, gasping for breath.

  I look at them for the first time and burst out laughing.

  Aly’s got her skirt hitched way up around her stomach. Her legs are bare and spread wide. Her panties are nowhere to be seen, and Zach is lapping her up like he hasn’t eaten anything in weeks, or as if he’s dying from thirst on a desert island.

  Zach’s completely naked, lying face down on the bed. The tip of his erection can be seen hanging out from underneath him, but most of it is squished between him and the mattress.

  “I thought you two were going to wait for me,” I say, chuckling, and taking off my shirt.

  “We haven’t done anything else,” says Zach, looking up at me, a huge grin plastered on his face. “We wanted to be polite.”

  “Well here I am, now,” I say, throwing myself on the bed.

  Zach

  “Remember,” I say. “It’s my turn this time.”

  Colton nods at me. “I can’t wait to get that delicious mouth on me,” he says. “So don’t you worry.”

  “Why can’t it be both your turns?” says Aly, my face still buried between her legs. “Why does it have to be just one of you at a time.”

  I grin at her and start chuckling, although I doubt she can see my grin from where I’m positioned.

  “It’s not that simple, honey,” I say. “And, anyway, are you sure you’re ready for something like that?”

  “I don’t know,” says Aly, sounding shy and innocent, as she flickers her eyelashes Hollywood style.

  “Before we get into any of that,” says Colton. “I’ve got some bad news. I’m going to have to head back to Tamperville tomorrow.”

  “What?” I say. “Right when I’m visiting you? And when this gorgeous creature here is staying with both of us?”

  Colton nods seriously.

  I sit up and Aly does too. Looks like sexy time is going to be postponed for a little while now. Shit, why does this crazy stuff keep happening? Although I remind myself that Aly’s crazy roommate was a blessing, since it brought us here to the apartment, all of her for just me and Colton.

  “It’s complicated,” says Colton. “But sounds like my parents are in trouble. I don’t know if my mom’s crazy or what, but either way I have to go back.” He starts telling us everything that his mom told him, about his dad’s hardware store and the gangs.

  I shake my head. “Sorry man, that must be tough to have your mom go bonkers on you like that.”

  “Way to be insensitive,” says Aly, giving me a little slap on the back of my head.

  “You’ve really warmed up a lot,” I say. “Where’s the shy, timid girl scared of New York City?”

  “I guess you both fucked her all out of me.”

  I laugh and give her ass a playful smack.

  “But seriously,” says Aly. “I don’t think your mom is crazy, Colton. I’ve heard something about this gang.”

  “They’re real?” says Colton, astounded.

  “Yeah,” says Aly. “I’m pretty sure they’re real. I just mostly heard rumors, but they’ve been harassing some people back in town.”

  “Damnit,” says Colton, looking down at his feet. “Well, either way, I need to go back there. Sounds like my parents don’t know how to handle this. I’ll probably just show up and then call the cops and that’ll be it. But, still, sounds like I have to be there.”

  “Aw, man,” I say. “This is terrible… right when we’re starting to have so much fun. Just the three of us.”

  “I thought you were going to say it was terrible because of what his parents are going through,” says Aly, giving me a somewhat cross look.

  “Oh,” I say. “That too, of course. That’s what I meant, obviously.”

  Colton knows me too well, though, and knows that on my hierarchy of needs and concerns, sex is usually number one, if not above number one, in some position way up in the stratosphere.

  “You’re welcome to stay here,” says Colton, to Aly. “While you get the apartment situation sorted out.”

  “Thanks,” says Aly. “You know, maybe this is a little forward, but I’d go back with you to help you with all this… since I know the town and your parents and everything. But I’ve just started my new job, and, well, you know how it is. There’s just no way I can leave.”

  Colton nods. “Thanks, Aly, and I totally understand. You stay here and concentrate on adapting to your new job. Don’t even worry about the apartment. You can stay here as long as you want.”

  “Yup,” I say. “Make yourself at home. I’ll get you whatever you need… I’ll work hard to fulfill all your needs.” I emphasize this last word.

  “Who said anything about you staying here?” says Colton.

  “Huh?” I say. “What the hell do you mean? I thought I was your guest. That’s our code, bro. The unspoken code. Either of us can crash with the other any time, anywhere.”

  “Yeah,” says Colton. “But that only means you can stay with me. Me being the person. Me being Colton. That doesn’t mean you can crash at my apartment while I’m not here. Otherwise you’d be living at my beach house, wouldn’t you?”

  “Screw you, man,” I say, feeling a little mad. “I’ve got my own beach house.”

  “You two have beach houses?” says Aly, sounding amazed.

  “We’re rich,” I say simply. “Football pays well. Don’t you know that?”

  “All right, all right,” says Colton. “Tensions are obviously high, but let’s not try to bite each other’s heads off.”

  “Can’t you see he wants you to go with him?” says Aly, looking directly at me. “He’s
your best friend and he needs your help but he’s scared to ask for it.”

  “Oh…” I say, suddenly feeling bad.

  I guess she’s right. I can be pretty insensitive sometimes. Hell, I realize that. I’m always so intent on having a great time that I sometimes don’t remember to consider how my friends or lovers are feeling.

  Colton’s been my best friend since college. We’ve slept with so many women together… we’ve been through so many things. And now it sounds like he’s in a situation where he could really use a good friend by his side.

  But I look over at Aly’s naked legs and that delicious space between them.

  I have to choose between Aly and Colton? I mean, they say bros before hos, but…

  Aly’s so deliciously hot.

  “Will you be here when we get back?” I say.

  Aly nods. “Of course,” she says. “I can’t wait to try out some new ideas I have.”

  “Sexual ideas?” I say, and Aly nods again, giving me a coy smile. “You wouldn’t believe what I have in mind,” I say.

  A surge of lust rushes through me. Maybe it’d be better if I go with Colton. That way I’ll look good to Aly, and the three of us can fuck forever when we get back, returning the heroes. Plus, I’ll get to help out Colton with this problem.

  “All right,” I say. “I’m going.”

  “You don’t have to,” says Colton, without looking at me. I guess Aly was right. He’s afraid to ask for my help.

  “I’m going,” I say simply, and Colton nods.

  “Thanks,” he says.

  “Don’t worry about it,” I say.

  “You too are so communicative,” says Aly, sarcastically. “How did you ever stay friends before I came along?”

  Colton shrugs, and I profess my honest ignorance.

  “Well,” I say, after a somewhat awkward silence. “Should we have some fun while we can? Who’s in the mood?”

  “Looks like you are, bro,” says Colton, eyeing my growing erection.

  I can’t help it,” I say. “Aly’s just so fucking sexy. Aren’t you, Aly?”

  Aly grins at me and reaches out to fondle my cock, which is rock hard.

  “That feels good,” I say. “That feels really good, baby.”