Double Dirty Outlaws: A MFM Romance

by Alexa Anna

  I love watching her delicate feminine hands that look so small as they grasp my massive member.

  “I know what else you like,” says Aly, repositioning herself so that she’s lying on her stomach, with her head very close to my cock. I’m on my back, my cock pointing towards the celling.

  Aly bends her head down and takes a lick. It sends shudders of pleasure through me, honestly.

  Holy fuck, can she turn me on with just a look, just a touch, or just a lick.

  Not to be left out, Colton moves over towards us, getting behind Aly, and starts poking around in between her legs.

  “Ooooh,” moans Aly, as Colton apparently starts fingering her.

  “Don’t forget that it’s my turn this time,” I say.

  “How can I forget that,” says Aly, getting all serious.

  After a couple minutes of Aly slurping on my cock with her delicious mouth, I get everyone to change positions.

  “Why don’t you get on top of me?” I say, to Aly, and show her how to do it.

  She spreads her legs, ready to straddle me. At this point, she’s about as worked up as she can get, just with anticipation, but Colton and I spend another ten minutes just massaging her breasts, fingering her, and generally working her up into such a frenzy that by the end of it she’s simply begging for my cock.

  “I want it now!” she says, almost yelling, as she starts sinking her body down onto my cock.

  “Oh my God!” I say, unintentionally. She’s so tight that I think for a moment that I might explode right inside her. We’ve already determined that she’s on the pill, so we’re no longer using condoms, and I count myself lucky, since it feels so much better with the skin on skin contact.

  “Feels good, doesn’t it?” says Colton, winking at me.

  I know that he knows just how good this feels because he just experienced her tight pussy on his cock.

  Aly moans and groans as she lowers herself fully onto my cock. She’s all the way down to the base of my cock and her hands rest on my chest.

  “Ride that cock, girl,” I growl at her, my voice deepening. I swear my cock seems to grow another inch inside her because I’m so turned on and Aly grunts appreciatively.

  I think sometimes the head of my cock gets bigger when I’m having sex or jacking off—I don’t know if only mine does that but it seems to swell like a massive shiny cock mushroom. I bet it feels good to her. Fuck, it feels really good to me.

  Colton’s standing now next to the mattress so that his cock is pointing toward Aly over my head.

  Aly grabs at his cock greedily, her arms going over my head. Soon she’s sucking on it, bobbing her head along his shaft.

  “Fuck her mouth, man,” I growl.

  Colton obeys and soon he’s fucking and she’s also bobbing.

  She’s riding me like crazy, like we were the last people left on earth, or as if we’re about to die in the next twenty minutes from a meteor that will extinguish all life once and for all on earth.

  But still, that isn’t enough for me. I raise my hips up and start fucking her from beneath. She cries out as I do so. The power of both our actions is incredibly intense.

  The speed is something to behold.

  I’m glistening with sweat. I can smell my own manly muskiness, not to mention Colton’s.

  Aly is something to behold. Her breasts are swinging down right above me, the most delicious juicy globes I’ve ever seen. Her nipples are as hard as rocks.

  I watch her stomach and abs change, her muscles shifting as she fucks me, and as she receives the force that I’m fucking her with.

  She cries out, and above me I hear Colton groaning.

  It’s almost over.

  Just a few more thrusts. I can do it. I pick up my speed, slamming into her insanely.

  Aly’s cries and moans reach a crescendo as she orgasms. She freezes with my cock buried deep in her, and I freeze for a moment too, but I can’t keep it like that, so I start slamming my cock into her again, thrusting and thrusting until I come.

  My orgasm explodes out of my cock. I pull it out of her just in time and grab my cock, taking aim at her hanging tits. My come splatters all over her delicious, smooth breasts, completely drenching them.

  A moment later, Colton grunts and freezes, pulling his cock out of Aly’s mouth.

  He unloads his come as his cock bucks, shooting everything right onto Aly’s breasts as well—at the last moment she rears up, exposing the full brunt of her beautiful breasts to the blast.

  Aly

  I can’t believe all that’s happened the last few days. I’ve had to vacate my new apartment because my roommate was actually crazy and probably wanted to kill me. I got reacquainted with my old crush, who I’ve been fantasizing about for years, Colton. Then he and his famous football player friend each fucked me and I had orgasms like I never could have imagined.

  Now I’m staying at Colton’s place , which is a hell of a lot nicer than the apartment I was sharing with Tami—now that I have a chance to really look around it.

  Colton and Zach both left for my hometown. It’s kind of surreal imagining the two of them heading over there, while I’m here in New York City. I don’t belong here. I belong back home.

  Something is clicking with the three of us… over the last twenty four hours I realized that I felt way more comfortable with the two of them than I have with anyone else in a long, long time.

  Zach tried to convince me it was just because he and Colton were awesome. He was half joking, of course, as he always is.

  I mean, that’s part of it. But there’s something else… something ethereal that I can’t describe. It’s just like the three of us work really well together. We click, if you know what I mean, and not just in the bedroom. Of course, the sex totally blew my mind. I doubt I’ll ever be the same. I know I’m totally ruined for regular guy-girl sex, that’s for sure.

  If you haven’t tried two men at the same time, run out and get two of the hottest ones you can find right now. I’m serious. I’m fucking serious. And a week ago you would have never heard me talking like this. Not once. Not ever.

  I was the shy girl. The timid small town girl.

  Of course, I realize I haven’t really changed. Maybe I’m just coming out of my shell, because is it really possible that anyone changes as fast as I think I have? At least I’m self aware enough to recognize that some sort of process is happening. Something’s going on.

  At work, I still play the shy girl.

  My boss is a real hard ass. She reminds me of my father, somewhat.

  “Late again,” she tells me, today, as I arrive exactly on time.

  “Unless my watch is wrong,” I say. “I’m on time. It’s eight o’clock, isn’t it?”

  “If I say you’re late, you’re late,” says the boss.

  She’s not only difficult and strict, but completely arbitrary. There’s something of Tami in her… Something about her reminds me of crazy, unstable Tami.

  “I need this project by the end of the day,” she says, dumping a huge stack of papers on my deck.

  “No problem,” I say.

  I’m simply too worried about getting fired. Apparently the person I replaced was fired for wailing too loudly or coughing when she ate or something insane.

  And now I have almost no money at all. I’m just living off what Colton and Zach had in the refrigerator, which, fortunately, is quite a bit, given that they’re pro athletes and have to eat a lot. Colton and Zach both offered to loan me money but I refused. I didn’t want to have anything hanging over our heads, even though they assured me it would all be fine.

  I look down at the pile of papers on my desk and I start to feel the anger boiling up inside me. This is my dream job in the sense that I’ve been doing graphic design as a hobby for years and years all while working whatever crappy job I could back home. This is the first job where I’m actually hired as a graphic designer and not only am I supposed to be making a ton more money (many, many times) than wh
at I made before, it’s actually what I want to be doing.

  But, so far, I haven’t done a single ounce of graphic design work. Instead, I’m something of a glorified secretary, although I suspect they have it easier than I do.

  My job seems to be to highlight certain numbers on each page. It’s horrible, boring, and tedious work of the absolute worst sort. I have to constantly refuel on coffees from the break room just to keep my eyes on the page.

  “Enough time in the break room already!” screams my boss at me, catching me filling up my coffee again.

  What can I do? I just have to apologize and head back to my desk.

  I find my mind wandering, wandering to the bed where Colton and Zach shared me. I wonder how much farther we can go together? I wonder what having both of them inside me at the same time would be like? If what we did already was more incredible than I could have ever imagined, how intense is going all the way with them really going to be? I’ve never even done anal before. Will it even fit? Both Colton and Zach are unusually long, and also unusually girthy. Just think massive meaty shafts, the biggest you can stretch your imagination around, and you’ll get the idea.

  At the end of the day, I barely have gotten any work done, but I know my boss is going to scream at me no matter what. What a life, I think to myself, as I push my way through the horrible subway crowds. This is the New York City life, I think to myself. Maybe it’s not something that I need to adapt myself to. Maybe it’s not even something that I can adapt myself to. Instead, maybe I’m really just a small town girl at heart.

  But there’s nothing small town about what I’ve been doing with Colton and Zach. No, that’s not small town behavior. That’s NYC stuff if I’ve ever heard of it. Or maybe it’s even too crazy for NYC.

  Anyway, I don’t think I’ll ever fit in here.

  Someone shoves against me as I try to get into the subway.

  “Get lost,” says a woman with gray hair. She looks like a sweet grandmother, but she snarls at me and spits on me as I try to push my way past her onto the car. “Car’s full. Go to hell.”

  She gives me a final push and I fall flat on my back on the platform. The door to the subway car closes and the last thing I see before the subway leaves is the nasty grandmother woman flipping me the middle finger.

  My cheap, professional style backpack has fallen to the ground, a big tear running down the middle. My papers are all over the place—the very papers that I was supposed to take home and work on since I didn’t finish the majority of my work today. Who knows how late my boss wanted me to stay up.

  I reach out to grab them but I’m not fast enough. Another subway car has arrived and people issue forth from it, rushing past me. Someone steps on my hand. Someone steps on my papers. Then another person, this time a workman with big muddy boots. The stampede of feet tears up my papers and soon I’m just left with impossibly crumpled and muddy muck—there’s no way I can salvage it.

  I don’t even bother to grab my bag with me. I’m so distraught that I just leave it there, walking up out of the subway stop, a single tear running down my cheek.

  I might as well walk back. Various New York City movies flash through my mind’s eye—in the ‘70s there were a lot of movies about the tough city, about drugs and crime, and about the disillusioned state of the new arrivals. But all the movies of my era are more like shiny advertisements for a city that doesn’t exist.

  Sure, it doesn’t look as gritty as it once did. But the spirit is still there.

  I can’t do this, I think to myself over and over again.

  But I have to, I think to myself. I have to do it. My family needs the money. I need the money, and most of all my mom needs the money. How else will we pay the debts for my dad’s funeral?

  My thoughts drift to Colton and Zach, and I wonder how they’re doing. With their early flight, they should be back home already, already aware of the situation.

  When I get back to Colton’s apartment, I’m hoping that it will be my refuge from the crazy, crowded city. But instead, despite it being the luxurious apartment of refuge, it feels cold and empty without Colton and Zach’s boisterous presence… not to mention their steaming hot bodies that give me so much pleasure.

  The apartment’s luxuriousness and largeness make it feel all the more empty to me as I walk around through it, completely alone.

  I suddenly realize that I miss Colton and Zach. Not just one of them but both of them. And it’s not just that I miss their thick cocks, but there’s obviously that component too—I miss something about them personally. I miss their presence.

  Am I developing real feelings for the two of them?

  The two of them? What the hell?

  That isn’t something that happens in our culture… a relationship with two other people at the same time. That’s just completely crazy, right?

  Colton

  “You didn’t tell me you were bringing your friend with you,” says my mom. “I would have prepared more… I would have set up the house.”

  “Sorry he didn’t tell you, ma’am,” says Zach, trying to be overly polite. “He’s like that a lot, isn’t he?”

  But his charm falls flat on my mom. And of course, it’ll have no effect on my dad.

  My dad merely grunts when he sees us. He doesn’t take his eyes off the TV.

  “You want to help him?” hisses Zach at me in a whisper. “He doesn’t give a shit about us.”

  “That’s just the way he is,” I say, but it does hurt that my dad doesn’t even greet me. I mean, how could it not?

  “I wonder what Aly’s doing?” says Zach as we unpack our duffel bags in my childhood bedroom. It’s since become a guest room, not that any guests ever stay with my parents. Anyone with any sense would know not to stay here, obviously.

  “This is weird,” whispers Zach at me. “Why did I come here?”

  I shrug. “You wanted to help your friend and all that, remember?”

  Zach rolls his eyes at me. “This is already weird. I didn’t know just how weird your parents are.”

  I shrug again. “What can I say?”

  “I wonder what Aly’s doing?” says Zach.

  I close my eyes and picture Aly’s gorgeous body splayed out on the bed. I remember what it was like when I was in her mouth and Zach was inside her. The orgasm was so hot, so delicious. I grow a little hard just thinking of it.

  “We should call her, right?” says Zach, a glint that I know all too well in his eyes. “Just to makes sure she’s OK?”

  “I guess we should check in on her,” I say, looking down and catching a glimpse of Zach’s package growing in his jeans. “Maybe we can give her a call before we eat dinner and it’ll be good to get our minds at ease before we investigate… whatever the fuck is going on here.”

  “Right,” says Zach.

  I pull out my phone and set it to the video chat. I give Aly a ring, and to my surprise she picks up immediately.

  She’s lying on my bed, wearing the same sleeping outfit we saw her in that night at her apartment, where she looked so sexy.

  I can see the sides and tops of her breasts pushing against the thin fabric. Her nipples are visible through it. One of the thin spaghetti straps has already fallen down around her shoulder, and the other one threatens to fall off at any moment.

  “I like seeing you in my bed,” I say.

  “Hi there, Sexy!” says Zach, waving at her from behind me.

  “This is pretty cool,” says Aly. “I’m always still amazed by video chat.”

  “You on your computer?” I say.

  “Yeah,” says Aly. “Lying in your bed, missing both of you.”

  “We miss you too,” say Zach and I in unison.

  “How’s home?” says Aly.

  “Weird,” I say.

  “Weird,” says Zach, jostling his way into the frame of the video camera.

  “How so?” says Aly.

  “I don’t know,” I say. “We really just got here. We’re in my bedroom. H
aven’t really talked to my parents much yet.”

  “They don’t seem like they want to talk,” says Zach.

  “Maybe I can help you guys destress a little,” says Aly, winking at us. “I mean, I need it too. Work has been a disaster. I don’t know how much more I can hang on.”

  “I know you can do it,” I say. “It’ll only get easier the more you get used to it. We were always making fun of you for this New York City stuff you were talking about… but everyone there isn’t like that crazy roommate you had. Things do get easier as you get used to the city and briskness of the people.”

  “I hope so,” says Aly, her hand moving across her breasts, which are starting to heave now. Apparently just seeing us is turning her on and making her breathing start to go a little ragged. I can hear her in the microphone as she gets excited. Her nipples are pointed and rock hard now, just like my cock.

  “I bet you’re both raging hard now,” says Aly. “Don’t I do that to both of you?”

  Zach and I both grunt. My hands are inside my pants exploring, feeling my hard shaft. I don’t look over at Zach because that’s not what I’m interested in. I just care about Aly and getting her off. But, if she wants to see both our cocks, then that’s what she’s going to get.

  “I like this new you,” says Zach. “This super confident, super sexy girl.”

  “That’s who you really are,” I say, to her. “It just took the two of us to bring the true you out.”

  “That’s right,” says Aly, her other hand disappearing out of view, and I imagine it slipping underneath those super tight and sexy yoga pants. “Why don’t you readjust the camera so we can see what you’re doing down there?”

  Aly grins at us. “You two have to reposition the cameras too,” she says. “I want to see both your hard cocks out and naked and I want to see you stroking them.”

  “If you say so,” says Zach, not wasting any time in dropping his pants and pulling out his cock.

  Zach and I are sitting next to each other on the edge of the same twin bed. There are two beds in the room, each on the opposite side of the room.