Both of My Boyfriends (MMF Menage Story Bundle)

by Tatjana Blue

  His hips were slapping against my thighs hard enough to make a loud smack, smack, smack sound that cut through the sound of our hard breaths and my little squeaks.

  "Oh god," he muttered, "good, good, good, so good, unh." His breaths were becoming ragged and his legs were tensing up, and I could tell that he was going to pop really soon.

  My own little orgasm took me suddenly, and washed up through my tummy. I scratched my fingers along his back again, this time hard enough that he'd probably have the marks for a couple of days. He didn't seem to notice at all though, and he suddenly groaned loudly as he came into me without any warning at all.

  Then I was twice as slippery, and I could feel his cock twitching nicely inside of me. I held on to him like that as long as I could - I felt so warm and full of him.

  After a little while he was getting a bit heavy though, so I gave him a little push and said, "I need room to breathe!"

  He kissed the tip of my nose and pushed himself up. I was honestly sad to feel him sliding out of me and I gave it a little caress as it left.

  Mark lay down on the other side of me from Dan, and the three of us lay there in the sun with our legs touching for quite a while. It was nice, and I eventually sat up and gave them each a little kiss on the cheek. I was considering letting myself doze off in the sun for a bit.

  Until we heard voices. Definite voices. In the woods. Heading this way.

  "Oh shit!" Dan said, bolting straight upright. "People!"

  All three of us leapt to our feet. Mark grabbed his shorts, which were right beside us, and had them on in a flash.

  My stuff - where was it?

  "Your bottoms are over there," Dan said and pointing to one side. Then he dove straight into the pool to retrieve his own shorts, which were floating near the other rim.

  I hopped over there and whipped them on.

  Mark was busy straightening up the towels and throwing empty beer cans into the cooler.

  But where was my top? I looked all over the place, but there was no sign of it. Nobody was going to be shocked to find someone sunbathing topless all the way out here, but I still wanted to have it.

  We could hear them clearly now - they were very close. There was a deep male voice, and a woman's voice.

  Nuts, no time left at all. I ran back over to the blanket and lay down on my front beside Mark. Maybe one of them could give me his shirt.

  Suddenly something landed beside me with a plop and sprayed both of us with water. I looked over and it was my bikini top. Dan must have found it in the pool and had tossed it all the way over to us.

  I set it up quickly under me to that it just look like I had untied the back, and I heard Dan splashing back over towards us when the couple emerged into the sun from the trail.

  "Oh my goodness!" the woman said, "look at the pools!"

  "Did I tell you?" the man said happily.

  "This is beautiful Ted," she said.

  "Hi!" Dan said at them in a big friendly voice.

  "You folks mind if we grab a spot here?" the man said.

  "Plenty of room!" said Dan.

  They were an older couple, gray-haired but active. They had backpacks with them and looked prepared to settle in for a while.

  The lady looked at Mark and I lying beside each other.

  "We're not interfering with this young couple's day out I hope!" she said.

  "What? No!" I said and smiled up at her. "We’re all just buddies."

  “Out enjoying the sun,” Mark agreed.

  “Very sensible,” said the man, “You only get so many sunny days in your life. It would be criminal to waste them.”

  “Darn right,” Dan said as he walked up to our cooler and grabbed another beer.

  I thought it was an important point to keep in mind.

  ***

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  3-Way 101

  As I walked back up the stairs to my dorm floor, I saw that Sean Boliff's door was open, and I could see his girlfriend Celine pulling her shirt on over her head - I saw a flash of her tight little waistline as it disappeared under the fabric.

  Sean was a jerk and always liked to open his door right after they had finished fucking, presumably as a means of advertising the fact to the world at large. Celine was a pretty little thing, with big blue eyes and shoulder-length, curly blond hair. She always looked a little nervous, so I really did feel bad for her that he made her finish putting her clothes back on without much privacy. I could see him sitting at his desk with his feet up. He was smirking at me right now, but in the bigger scheme of things he was just making sure that he knew exactly who had seen him in there with her.

  Celine looked over at me and we made eye contact for a fraction of a second, and she gave me a half-guilty little smile. Fucking Boliff. Jerk.

  I kept walking down to my room, after giving her my best effort at a friendly smile back. It was just two doors down, and my roommate Todd was out of town for a whole week, so I was looking forward to a little peace and quiet for once. I scooped up all of his clothes and shit, doing my best not to breathe too close to them, and piled them up on his bed. Maybe I'd throw his blanket over top of them to keep the stank down and keep them out of sight.

  I turned on my laptop and left it booting up, then opened the window, dropped down into my chair, and realized I was already bored. I thought about Celine's little waist again. She was a pretty thing with a tight and shapely body. I could never quite imagine her lying underneath Boliff's mass of muscle – he was a pretty serious soccer player and had damn impressive legs, and lifted enough that his torso was acceptably buff as well. There was no arguing that he was physically in great shape, but I never liked the way he showed off; he was a little too anxious for everyone else's acknowledgement. It was like he never really stopped watching you and judging your reactions. Kind of creepy, I found it.

  But he did get the ladies. Celine had been with him for about six weeks now, which was actually pretty long by his standards. I couldn't blame him, she was hot, but also kind of sweet. Too sweet for him, I thought.

  I had left my door open a bit so that the air blowing through from the window would freshen the place up, but I guess Boliff saw this as an invitation, because he barged right into the room, towing little Celine along with him.

  “Yo buddy,” he said, “you going down to the pub? We're heading out now that we finished up here.” He gave me a big fat smirk.

  “I'm good right now,” I said, “probably head down in a while. Thought I might finish up some laundry first.” Celine was hanging back behind him, just barely into the room.

  “Dare to dream,” he said. “we're going to be down there for a while, so you should look for us.”

  I craned my head around him to see Celine. “I saw you at the intramurals,” I said, “you guys have really tightened up your work. It looked way better than at the start of the term.” I was trying to let her relax by talking about soccer (that's how she and Boliff had met). She flashed a little grin.

  “Thanks,” she said. “Some time in the past two weeks we hit like a new level. We might even stand a chance this year.”

  Boliff interrupted her of course. “You look for us okay? We're going to go down to...”

  He was interrupted himself by his cell phone, which he jerked up out of his pocket with annoyance. “Hi, what?” he said brusquely.

  He listened for a couple of seconds, then said, “Oh fuck me. Assholes. I'll be there in a minute.”

  He said to the room in general, “Someone tried to break into my car. That was Jim. I need to go see if it's okay.”

  His car was something he really cared about, so that was a given. He turned and headed out with barely a look at the two of us. “Go ahead without me,” told her over his shoulder, “Get a seat, save a table, I won't be too long.” He didn't even wait for her to reply before he headed out down the stairs.

  Celine looked openly pissed for a moment, before she turned around, walked into my room and shut th
e door.

  “Find your own fucking table! Dick,” she said and stood there with her arms crossed, staring down at the floor. Then she looked up at me. “Hey Mike. How are you feeling?”

  “Good, pretty good.” I said casually. I really wasn't sure what was up. Maybe she wanted me to go down to the pub and keep her company.

  We sat there in awkward silence for a moment. The she smiled again and there was a weird twinkle in her eye.

  “How do you feel about me hanging around in your room just after Sean and I had sex?” she asked.

  I tried to wave it off causally. “Whatever,” I said, “it doesn't make any difference to me.”

  “Really?” she said. The twinkle was still there in her eye.

  “What, you mean you want an answer for real?” I said.

  “For reals Mikey.” she said, leaning up against the wall and jutting the curve of her hip out.

  “I don't know,” I said, “I guess it's kind of hot really. I've been in a bit of a dry spell so it does make me a little envious too.”

  “Poor Mikey!” she pouted, “Stuck in here with Todd and no lady. That's terrible. Do you have enough privacy to get yourself off at least?”

  That was getting pretty personal since I really didn't know her very well, but I decided to go one-on-one with her in the blunt statements game. “I do it when I can,” I said, “plus he's away for a few days, so I figure I can empty the tank now that he's gone.”

  She laughed. “I guess that's one option. Tell me about the last girl you had sex with Mikey.” She kept using that name.

  I pretended to think about it. “Brenda. She's just some friend of Todd's. We met at this party we all went to. We were pretty drunk.”

  “How long ago was that?” She slid down the door and squatted, with her legs spread open at me, arms dangling down between them.

  “I guess about two months? Something like that,” I said.

  “Tell me about it Mikey.” She cocked her head.

  I shrugged. “There's not much to tell. She was snuggling up to me at the party, and pretty soon we started kissing. Then we went upstairs to a bedroom and did it.”

  “For how long? Did you take all your clothes off? Did she give you head?”

  I laughed. “You like the details huh? Let's see, maybe seven minutes from start to finish, we both left our shirts on, and just for a second before I pushed her back and fucked her.”

  “Seven minutes?”

  I hung my head. “We were actually trying to be quick. There were a lot of people around outside the door.”

  “What kind of sounds did she make when you were fucking? Did she like to moan, or pant? Tell me,” she said and smiled but her eyes were intense at the same time. I felt my cock stirring.

  “I guess kind of panting. She made this squeaky noise that was actually kind of hot. When I came she actually yelped out loud though, and I jumped a little when she did that because she'd been so quiet up until then.”

  “I guess I'm just a pervert, hey?” she said. “But I like hearing about it.”

  “Yeah? You sound like you're still...” I let it hang there in the air.

  “Say it Mikey.”

  “Still kind of horny?” I said, and thankfully it didn't come out awkward-sounding at all. Her eyes pivoted over to me and locked on.

  “I don't know, maybe a little.” She was being cagey but she stood up and I noticed the swell of her breasts shifting under the sweatshirt, and I knew that Boliff's stink, and god help me even Boliff's jizz, were still all over her and inside her. I also knew that if I stuck my hand between her legs she would still be warm and moist from their fucking. My cock was already hard. If I stood up it would be obvious, bulging out the front of my shorts.

  “I've always thought you were pretty you know,” I said to her, “I always liked looking at you.”

  “I know,” she said quietly, “I could feel your eyes on me.” She took a little step towards me and I stood up.

  I was rock hard and I felt my dick slide out the edge of my shorts, so that it was peeking out, hard and pink. “Oh!” she said, looking down at it, “you're hard now.”

  I closed the remaining distance quickly but softly, so that I was standing just about six inches from her.

  “I am,” I breathed, “I want you to touch me.”

  Her lips parted in a small but toothy little smile. “Maybe,” she said. I could feel her breath of my face, and part of me really wanted to sniff it, just to see if I could smell any part of him in it. Maybe just a touch, I thought, but that could be coming from all over her. Just a little whiff of semen and pussy, but it was there.

  I moved even closer, so that our bodies were pressed lightly onto each other, my cock pushing into the front of her jeans. My nose was right up to hers, and I let my hand run across the curve of her hips. Her breathing was already speeding up, and mine was too. I felt her fingertips brush across the head of my penis, where it sat exposed. Then she closed her fingers around it and gave a little squeeze.

  “Um,” I said, “that's nice.” Part of me really wanted to kiss her, but Boliff's presence on her and in her had me a little worried even though she was turning me on. “Tell the truth,” I whispered, “did you have his cock in your mouth?”

  Her breathing made a little hitched bump, and she said “I did. I took his whole cock in my mouth and gave him head for a while.” She stuck her tongue out at me. “I ran my tongue up and down the shaft, and I kissed it too.”

  “Did you taste his precum?” She was caressing my erection now through my shorts.

  “Yeah,” she whispered back. Her very blue eyes looked into mine frankly. “At first there was a drop of precum, and I ran my tongue over it and licked it all up. I could taste it on his cock when it was in my mouth too.”

  Her head darted forward and she slid her tongue down the side of my throat. “Sweaty,” she murmured, with her hair in my face.

  I cupped her left breast in my hand - it was small enough to fit nicely, and she wasn't wearing a bra, so I could feel the firm point of a nipple against my palm. I squeezed it very gently, and she actually gave a little shudder, which made me want to rip her pants off and fuck her without any further ado. But I had the feeling that this needed to be handled slowly, so I let my hand slide down her waist again while my other hand rested on her ass.

  I remembered seeing her hips just a few minutes ago when she was putting her sweater on, so I pulled the sweater back up, running my hands over her smooth, warm skin, which was also a little sticky in places with old sweat. She didn't protest at all when it went up over her breasts, letting them pop back out again. Her nipples were pink and very erect. She grabbed the arms of her sweater and finished the job, and I took the opportunity to take off my own shirt.

  Then I thought to hell with it, and pushed my shorts down as well.

  She stood back a little and frankly looked me up and down, then reached out and took hold of my cock where it stood pointing at her. She caressed the shaft very gently, and ran her hands down to my balls. She had a really soft motion, and the head of my cock was swollen and tight after just a few little tugs. I pulled her closer again, until our breaths were mingling, and our lips were nearly touching. Her breath really was warm.

  “Did he cum in your mouth or in your pussy just now?” I asked quietly.

  Her breath sped up again. She liked talking about this. “He came in my pussy. He fucked me hard, and shot all of his cum into me. It felt good.”

  “So you're still squishy and soft from fucking, right now?”

  She rubbed her nose against mine. “I am. I cleaned up most of his cum with a towel, but I'm still all slippery with it inside.”

  I popped the button on her jeans and ran the zipper down, while she held on to my cock, breathing heavily.

  “Do you want me inside you now?”

  “Yeah,” she said, “I really do. I want you to fuck me while I'm still wet from fucking him.”

  I pushed her jeans open and d
own over her hips. “You're not wearing any panties,” I noted.

  “Nope,” she admitted in a whisper, “he likes it when I come over without them on. So even my jeans have a little bit of his jizz on them now.” She popped down and up rapidly, kicking off her jeans in a practised motion. She was just as amazing as I'd imagined – small breasts, but shapely hips and a perfect little stomach curving down to a tiny, trimmed little clump of golden-brown bush.

  I moved in closer and my rock-hard member slid up against the skin of her tummy. It was smooth and soft, and she grabbed my cock and rubbed it back and forth across her belly. The smell of fucking was definitely stronger now, of pussy and sweat and semen. The thought of her rutting with him only a few minutes ago was making me crazy with lust.

  “Did you cum when he was inside you?” I asked.

  For some reason she looked a little embarrassed, but said, “Yeah, I did. Just a little shivery one right before he came.”

  Then she suddenly dropped down onto her knees and rubbed my dick against her face, back and forth across her cheeks, lips, and nose. “I like your cock,” she said, “it smells nice. Oh and look! I see a little bit of precum too.” She smiled up at me and stuck her tongue back out, running it over my glans and spreading the little drop all over. “Mmm, I can taste you now,” she said, staring into my eyes the whole time.

  She took the head of my cock into her mouth and I could feel her teeth rasping along my skin, and the surface of her tongue sliding back and forth on me. She took me deeper into her mouth, sliding down the shaft, and began moving slowly but firmly up and down, and making little slurping noises around my dick. I couldn't stop myself from thrusting back into her, fucking her face gently with my hands gripping the back of her head. After a few more thrusts she popped it back out and gave the head a big, full-lipped kiss and then licked up and down my shaft a few more times. She kissed my balls, and then ran a few more kisses all the way back up my cock again.

  Then she stood up and held on to my dick, using it to pull me over towards the bed. “It's time for you to fuck me now,” she said, “I feel like I still have a really good orgasm coming, and you might be able get me there.” She sat down on the edge of the bed, and then flopped backwards. “Hurry,” she said, “hurry and fuck me.”