by Amy Brent
The men took turns teasing her to release with their hands on their thighs and under her lace underwear as she pressed back into the seat and lost her composure with all of it. Maya couldn’t decide who was better as she spread her legs and bit her lip to keep from crying out.
They stayed until they couldn’t take it anymore and before they drank too much. Both Cory and James didn’t want her to be drunk for this, and they slipped her into the back of the sedan for the ride home. She leaned against James and found his lips in the dark. Cory slipped his hand under the soft material of her dress to cup her breast as her tongue danced with James’ and she wilted against them.
They made it to the house, and James unlocked the door before he pushed her inside. Cory closed and locked the door behind him before he kissed her hard, and she clung to his neck. James moved behind her and lifted her dress to access her pussy as he stroked her clit hard and fast. She groaned against Cory as he lifted her and James followed them up the stairs as he made sure that Maya was safe. They fell onto one of the beds in one of the rooms, and she struggled to pull off her dress as James helped her. The only item of clothing that she wore underneath were the tiny panties, and she fell back on the bed as someone covered her and sucked a nipple into his mouth. Teeth dragged against her, and Maya cried out as she felt a pair of hands rip off her underwear and spread her thighs.
Someone buried their mouth between her thighs and feasted on her as Maya slipped her hands into the hair of the man worshiping her nipples. Short hair. It was James, and she pulled him closer as she arched her back and panted from everything that was happening to her.
Cory was the one tasting her this time as she came and James covered her mouth in a hungry kiss. It was intense, and she jerked up against him as she felt the drawn out release. Fingers slipped inside of her, and she helplessly clung to James as Cory massaged her tight walls.
She was left alone for a moment and looked around in the dim room to see her men stripping off their clothes as her eyes glazed over. Even in the light that was on in the room showed off everything that they had to offer and she scooted up onto the pillows. Cory finished first and moved onto the bed to join her as he kissed her swollen lips. He still tasted like her. James sat down and pulled up a square wrapper and stared at it for a moment.
Cory was slipping his fingers over her as James rolled the condom on and the men shared a look. It was as if they planned it this way and she stared down between her legs as James positioned himself before her. She was still wet from before, and he pushed gently inside of her as she moaned softly. Cory kept his finger moving over her as James pushed a little more with his mouth kissing her chest in little pecks of his mouth. He would lean in to suck her between his teeth here and there, and she moaned as James went even further. It didn’t hurt more than a slight pinch, and she begged him to go deeper as her body screamed silently for it. She wanted all of him and all of Cory, and she reached her hand out to grasp Cory in her hand and stroke him as he pinched her nipple and moaned.
James went all the way in as she looked down and saw their connection and then looked into his eyes. “I want you hard. I want you fast.” Maya softly told him in the room as she tightened her grip on Cory’s cock. James pulled back and started moving fast as he thrust inside of her over and over. Cory jerked as he came all over her hand and Maya let out a little scream as she felt James swell inside of her and slide against her as he grunted and thrust harder. “So good, James. I am so close. Come inside me.” She was babbling, but Maya didn’t care as she felt her body disconnect and lighten with her orgasm as she closed her eyes and lost track of where she was for a moment.
It was Cory that took her next, on her knees as he drove himself into her and she clutched the headboard as she pushed back. Against him hard and fast. He didn’t wait too long after James to slide his condom on and tell her to turn over. It was painful in a way but so addicting, and she cried out with every thrust as she closed her eyes.
They rested on the mattress with some cold wine for a few moments. They were still naked and tangled in each other, and Maya looked from James to Cory with a sated smile. “How do you feel?” James asked her as he met her gaze.
“I knew that it was going to be like that. I knew that you were the right ones for me.” Maya responded as she stroked Cory’s chest with her hand slowly. “I can’t wait until we can do it again.”
Within an hour, she was on her knees with Cory in her mouth as James took her from behind. Before she could come that way, she found herself riding Cory and sucking her essence off of James. It was overwhelming as she rocked against him with her back to him while Cory thrust up inside of her and James held her face so he could fuck it hard and fast.
Cory came while she was swallowing everything that James gave her.
She fell into sleep for a short period in the large bed before she’d wake up touching one of them or with one of them touching her. Maya’s body was so tired but needy as she took both of them two more times during the night, rough and hard. She fell into a deeper sleep in between them as she wondered how she could ever find something better than this.
In the morning, they got up together, and James cooked breakfast as Cory and Maya snuggled together on the couch and drank coffee. They ate outside as she rested her leg over James at the table and planned their day. Maya hadn’t been down to visit the water yet so that was first on the list after breakfast and she pulled on her turquoise two-piece bathing suit with a sheer white cover-up before theta chased her onto the sand. She felt light and happy as she turned left and ran towards the small cluster of rocks where she often found sea life in the tide pools.
They played on the rocks and in the water for a few hours before she led them into a shallow but private cave. They both got long blow jobs as she took them on her knees and then managed to find a ledge to sit on while they both took her, one after the other.
They were bare, but none of them cared as she clung tightly to them as they made love to her in the dark space. Their moans and whimpers filled the space as they came deep inside of her and she kissed them softly during their release.
They went to dinner again that night to an Italian place this time. They drank red wine and ate pasta on bread, and James took her to another club, this time, one that she’d go to as a college student. The vibe was heated in there as they drank and danced together, and Maya loved taking turns with the men as she seduced them on the floor.
She loved going home and going right back to bed with them, this time in the other room. They maneuvered her between them easily, and she looked down at Cory as she rode him while James parted her and slipped a finger into her ass slowly and gently. She cried out with the feeling, and he matched the rhythm that she had with Cory until she came apart between them.
Cory and James were there with her as much as they could be for the next two weeks after work and on the weekends. They were forming a strong bond, and she enjoyed every moment that she had with them, just going out to dinner or coffee shops. They spent as much time in the house as they could, and she let them take it anywhere that they wanted to.
The night that she had them both inside of her was incredible. Maya was riding James and Cory took her from behind after he lubed up his cock. She felt trapped between the men, but she loved it as they moved in sync. She came harder than she ever had in her life and tears slid down her cheeks as Cory wrapped his arms around her.
They spent their last nights together dining at the house on the deck. The guys grilled, and James made them drinks as they avoided the topic of Maya’s dad coming home. She pressed against them inside of the hot tub that bubbled near the end of the infinity pool and took tums kissing her men that were growing to mean so much to her.
Maya gave them each their own time with her after they dried off since she had never just been with one man. They were similar yet different. They made her feel all kinds of wonderful and she knew that she would always want the both of them after this experi
ence. She went to sleep cuddled between them and memorized their scent, one like the sea and one like the trees in a forest though she didn’t care which scent went to what man. It didn’t matter at all.
The following night, she slept alone in her room in anticipation of her father coming home. It was quiet and lonely, and she listened to the sounds of the waves from the beach that came through the open windows in the loft. Paul arrived home first thing, and she cooked him breakfast as she talked about school and all of her classes with him sitting at the same table that she had eaten at with James and Cory.
They made an appearance later in the day to go to dinner, and the glance that Maya shared with them assured all three that they were still going to sleep together. They would take the time they had together alone when they found it and they would since her father was away more than they were.
She watched them leave that night as she forced a smile on her face. Maya’s life would never be the same.
THE END
HOT! FORBIDDEN! TABOO! MENAGE ROMANCE 2
TWO HARD
She felt his hands on her thighs, slowly moving upwards higher and higher still. She felt another hand on her other thigh, and she smiled to herself knowingly. It was always this way with them; they both were eager to touch her and she loved having two sets of hands on her. She felt them move higher now and the first set of fingers slipped into the wet heat of her, apparent as he slid his two fingers in and out and back in again. She bucked her hips slowly, riding his fingers as the other set of hands slipped further back, rubbing her other entrance gently. He always wanted more of her, wanted to push her limits. She kept moving, coming down harder onto the fingers inside her, feeling the end of a finger in her backdoor. He always started this way, just enough to make sure she felt him there before he did anything more.
She moved to her knees now. She had one in front of her and the other in behind her. The man behind her, still nudged a little more, pressing the finger into her another half inch, causing her to moan. He pushed her forward slightly, and she grabbed the broad shoulders of the man in front of her, who still fingered her wetness, this time using three digits.
She grinded down on both hands, feeling the back finger slip into her fully, and a soft moan escaped her lips. Moving her body up and then down she sloppily fucked both sets of fingers, urging them onward, taking everything they wanted to give. She glanced down at them, both lost in her actions. Her massive 44DD breasts were bouncing and swaying with every frenzied movement she made, the fat puffy nipples now harder and darker than they were normally. She reached up, grabbing a hard nub in both hands, which only pushed her further.
She wanted to cum, hard and fast, but they wanted to play, pausing and playing with her until she was frantically slamming her hips down on their fingers. It was too much now, and she felt the man in the back move slightly, and she knew what was coming. He replaced his finger with something bigger, thicker, and as he pushed into her, she whimpered slightly, the size almost too much. He pulled out and pushed back in until soon she was full of him in her tight backdoor.
He moved slowly at first, and soon he was jerking in and then out in quick motions, the tightness almost too intense for him. She looked up and the man in her front smiled at her as he used his thumb to rub the tiny nub of her womanhood. She moaned loudly as she felt the first stirrings begin again; this time she wanted it more than ever. She was coming down hard on him, using him to make herself cum and as she did, the wave hit her hard, causing her body to shudder over and over, pushing the man in the back into pulling out and finding his own release.
As he finished, she smiled to herself, proud of her efforts. She was still smiling when the man in the front pushed her down on her back roughly and slammed his manhood into her full and hard. She inhaled sharply as he pounded into her harder and harder, with no thought to her. She wasn’t sure if it thrilled her to have him use her body as a vessel, or if she was thrilled because he slammed into her over and over with no sense of softness in his actions.
He used her, until he was finished, kissing a trail of kisses down the length of her body as he stood before cleaning himself up. As always, the two men held out a hand to her and helped her stand, both working together to clean her up, and giving her gentle kisses.
She smiled at them both as she redressed, and casually made her way out of the private room. They were the exception to the rule, they were the only ones, and she liked it that way.
Lyla Montgomery wasn’t your ordinary girl. In fact, she was far from ordinary in any way, shape or form. At 21 she was barely making it, and yet deep down she was still ready to take on the world. She was never herself, not her true self anyway. Sally Mae, her birth name, had been replaced years ago by something more interesting. Lila seemed to be a good fit for her then; she and her mother had picked a new name for her, for a new life. Even now Lyla seemed like a name a regular girl would have, but she was never a regular girl. She was 5’6, taller than a lot of girls, but she had a flared hip, and a curvy figure without being too big. Her black hair fell in curls down her shoulders, and it contrasted to the soft paleness of her skin. The look was completed by a set of piercing blue eyes, and freckles that spread across the bridge of her nose.
Performing had its unusual way of presenting situations that could help keep her lifestyle the way she liked it. Even now glancing up at the tall building covered in black where she worked most nights, she smiled; she really did love when the two of them came to see her. It was rare these days -- only once every few months, but when they did she always enjoyed them. Separate they were just ordinary men, but together they seemed to bring life to her body that no one else had ever done. She pulled up the neck of her jacket, convinced that the cold air was good for her as she made her way home.
Home, even that was a word that was foreign to her. Ever since she turned 5 she and her mother had struggled, moving one place to another and never quite getting it together. One home after another, they saved and pinched every penny just trying to stay alive. Now, as an adult, Lyla had finally landed a job 6 months ago, though stripping wasn’t exactly the position she thought she would find herself in when she daydreamed as a child. She and her mother still lived in a one-bedroom apartment, in the bad area of town. Though lately, her mother had spent most of her time with a boyfriend she had managed to snag a few months back.
Being alone was hard, but it wasn’t something she wasn’t used to. Her mother often found new boyfriends and she would leave Lyla alone in a hotel, going off to enjoy her still youthful life. At the age of 36 she was young and still looking to find a man to love her just the way she is. Lyla, on the other hand, wanted nothing of that nature. She would rather do it all herself.
So, when she had been approached by a man in a black suit 6 months ago, she took his card, never really expecting to call him. One night, bored, she did and since then she had been a hit. Reggie was a good boss, and he allowed her to keep a larger chunk of her money than some of the other girls. He taught her everything she needed to know about dancing, and how to appeal to men. She had been inexperienced in seduction, but she had been a quick study. Dancing came as second nature to her, the easy way she moved her supple body made men crazy and she loved the affect she had on them. There was a sense of power that came over her and she loved that feeling. Even though it was enough to keep them afloat the real money hadn’t started coming in until she met them.
Charles and Nickolas, brothers so they told her. One was dark in every way; his black hair, facial hair and skin was just slightly darker than his brother’s. He had dark eyes, and was dominate in his interactions with her. Nickolas, on the other hand, was different. He had sandy hair and was a giver. His clean cut look made him look like a model out of the catalogue, but in their private moments he was the one to give her pleasure first, until she was exhausted, and then he took over.
They were a package deal, and they had explained that from the first time she danced for them. They had paid
an elaborate amount of money for her to visit their private room, and she had danced for them, letting them both touch her only slightly, as touching very clearly was not following the rules. In that one time there was something very special about the way they interacted with each other. She was turned on more by the both of them than she had ever been in her entire life combined. There was something special about how they loved her, and how they touched her, both working with the other to take her to the highest levels of pleasure. In turn she did the same thing for them, giving them both all of herself, and it was a wonderful thing they had going.
It took a good while before they crossed the lines they had. In fact there had been long conversations and just simple private dances long before it had gone too far. Even now she remembered the first encounter like it was yesterday. Since then she would receive a black card in her dressing room, letting her know that they were in town together, and were requesting her time.
The routine was one she knew well. She would make her way to the stage, and do her show. One she had put together for the upper class men who came to this venue in the first place. She started with black silk; the long trails of her lingerie would touch the ground, but flare out when she spun around, making circles along the stage. Her massive breasts pushed through the top, almost spilling over, every time she moved and her hair was wild and hanging freely down her back. It was part of her act and part of what made her so appealing.
The song was soft and sweet and she would walk the length of the stage, moving with grace as she found herself crawling on the floor, much like a cat. Her long, slinky strides we deliberate as she crossed the length of the stage, reaching her hands up high to grab a long rope that hung there. As she did, her swelling breasts would pop out of the bottom of her lingerie; the swollen globes would remain there, peeking out from under the bra built in the outfit. Being exposed always fueled her desire, and her puffy fat nipples would harden almost instantly under the watchful eyes of the patrons there.