The Boys Next Door: An MFM Menage Romance

by Miranda Silver

  Then her hips were being gripped. Hot skin nudged her rosebud, pushing with steady pressure. Her cheeks parted as the head of Ian’s cock sank in.

  “Wait,” Diana yelped, instinctively pulling away. God, she wanted to do this, but it was so uncomfortable. Her cry turned into a low moan when Brendan’s fingers surrounded her clit.

  “Diana,” Ian said quietly. “Relax.”

  Her ass clenched on his cock again, and she stifled a cry in Brendan’s shoulder. Ian stopped and held still.

  “I can’t,” she whispered.

  Ian leaned close. God, she wanted to see his face, look into his eyes, but all she felt was his warm breath on her ear and the heat from his chest, beating onto her bare back.

  “You’re beautiful, Diana.” His voice was soft. Low. Her whole body flushed at the compliment. Ian had never told her she was beautiful. Her narrow channel, fluttering around his thick cock, suddenly eased up a little. She gasped when he sank in further. “I want all of you.”

  “I want all of you too,” she whispered.

  Her eyes met Brendan’s. He just squeezed her hip reassuringly. His fingers stirred the pool of juices gathering in her pussy, playing around her sensitive entrance.

  “Let Ian take you, Di,” he whispered. “You both want it. And I know you can do it.”

  She groaned softly, burying her face in Brendan’s neck as her ass squeezed the head of Ian’s cock. It felt enormous. She couldn’t possibly take any more…

  Then she felt Ian’s lips on her shoulder. He was kissing her. She relaxed another fraction, then another.

  “You’re perfect,” Ian breathed in her ear.

  Oh God, she was far from perfect, but his words had a magical effect. Her whole body relaxed, opening to him.

  “Yes,” Ian whispered. “That’s it. That’s right.”

  Sensations beyond anything she’d imagined were beginning to flood her body. Brendan’s patient fingers stroked her clit, his other hand warm and secure on her soft thigh. Ian’s palm cupped the back of her neck, squeezing the bare skin. Her tight entrance felt every twitch of his hot cock. She was pinned in place, open to both the twins. There wasn’t anywhere for her to go. Any way for her to hide.

  A drop of liquid hit her back. Then another. Confused, she twisted around to look up at Ian. He held himself still, muscles straining, his cock half-buried in her ass. His face was set with concentration and need. Perspiration ran down his forehead and chest.

  Sweat, Diana realized. That’s what she’d felt. He was trying as hard as he could to hold back, when all he truly wanted was to fuck her ass.

  Her whole body trembled with arousal. Jolts of intensity ran from where Ian penetrated her to her swollen clit, which Brendan was caressing more purposefully, her tingling thighs, her aching nipples, her everything.

  “I’m ready,” she whispered. And as she said it, her ass opened, welcoming Ian’s cock. He let out a hissing groan, sinking into her tight warmth.

  “Oh my God,” she gasped. Warm droplets trickled down her cheeks. She thought she was sweating too at first, but no, those were tears, squeezed from her eyes even though she wasn’t crying, because it was all so incredibly hot and intense and overwhelming. And Brendan was still stroking her clit, his fingers probing her pussy while he kissed her neck, and jesus, she didn’t know it was possible to feel so full, and everything was suddenly bright and fuzzy in front of her eyes as she convulsed with total pleasure.

  She barely knew what was happening outside the slow intense pulses rippling outward from Ian’s cock and Brendan’s fingers through her whole body. A voice above her, Ian’s, whispering, “Fuck, oh fuck, Jesus christ, Diana,” as her ass clenched on his shaft again and again. Brendan’s lips on her ear and his hand in her hair. Her own gasps and pleas for — more. Yes. That was her voice asking for more.

  And Ian was…moving? God, yes, she felt his impossibly meaty erection slowly easing back, then penetrating her ass even further. Another, deeper orgasm washed over her. The noises she was making— yes, she was actually crying now, whimpering with need as hot tears bathed her cheeks.

  She could only rest her head on Brendan’s shoulder, accept his tonguing kisses that stifled her cries, open her legs more to his sure fingers while Ian flexed his hips behind her, massaging her cheeks and keeping them spread to his slow thrusts.

  As more waves pulsed over her, Ian grasped her hips, pulling her upward with him. Bluntness pressed against her soaking cunt.

  “Brendan?” she whispered. “Ohhh…” His thick head was opening her pussy. “Oh God…”

  Brendan just stroked her cheek with his thumb, turning her face to give her another juicy kiss as he slowly penetrated her swollen cunt. Ian was easing out of her ass, then back into the snug warmth.

  “You can’t both fit—“ Diana gasped. “I’m already so full of Ian.”

  “You can do this, Di.” Brendan’s kisses were so coaxing. One hand found her the curve of her breast. His cock didn’t stop moving upward, spearing her tingling cunt with firm and steady pressure. Her juices trickled down his hard rod. “I’ve wanted this for us since I kissed you here in your room.”

  Shock arrowed through her flushed body. Her first kiss, and Brendan had been thinking about taking her pussy while Ian fucked her ass? Of course, she’d been damp between her legs, desperate for his touch, fantasizing about the three of them as soon as he left…

  At the sound of her moan, Ian’s thick cock jerked between her cheeks, driving a louder moan from her mouth. And oh God, with that moan she sank all the way down onto Brendan, his cock deeply buried in her tight juicy pussy.

  They’d done this before, Diana thought dimly through the fog of helpless excitement. They knew exactly how to time their movements. Which was a good thing, right? She moaned again softly, stunned this was really happening, as her creamy pussy and quivering ass hugged both their cocks.

  “Sweetness,” Brendan murmured. “This is so right.”

  “Ian,” she panted. “Brendan.”

  “Let it go, Diana.” Ian, in her ear. “Let it all go.”

  Jesus, two bulky bodies were crowding her with heat, sandwiching her with muscle, filling her beyond full. Taking up her bed, taking her over. She was out of control, had no control at all, no choice but to give in to the sensations of the twins inside her. Fucking her, together.

  Arousal and hard need rushed over her body when Ian lengthened his strokes. Her ass relaxed to take his slippery cock, unbelievably hot and silky, then squeezed sharply as he pulled out. Her thighs shook with excitement, spread wide on top of Brendan.

  As she clutched Brendan’s broad shoulders, her knees pressing against the rumpled sheets, she tried to move with Ian. But between his firm thrusts, his hand gripping her full cheek, and Brendan’s cock deep inside her, she could only give in to his strong body driving against hers.

  She was dimly aware of Brendan fondling her hanging breasts, pinching her ripe nipples and whispering reassurances in her ear as Ian began to fuck her in earnest. And when Brendan started to move too, thrusting upward with his hips when Ian moved backward, every movement rippling through her full crotch — she’d never imagined this. She’d never imagined it could be like this.

  Sparks of pleasure shot outward from her bursting pussy. A large hand squeezed her mound, fingers caressing her exposed clit. Ian, from behind. His muscular arm pressed again her hip, his hand cupping her cunt just above his brother’s cock piercing her soaked core.

  “Enough…” she moaned, barely aware. “I can’t — I don’t— so much—“

  But there was nothing she could do. Nothing, except sob with need as, oh God, her pussy and ass clamped down on the twins’ cocks.

  “Fuck, yeah,” Ian grunted. He pressed more firmly on her clit. “Come on, Diana. Do it. Fucking come right now.”

  “Come for us, Di,” Brendan murmured. His lust-heavy eyes moved over her naked curves on top of him. “Come hard. You’ve needed this from the beginning.”
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br />   She had no choice. Their cocks just kept moving and moving and moving, nudging up a tidal wave that spilled over when Ian pinched her clit.

  “God, oh God, oh God…” She was crying helplessly now because there was no way she could handle the intense pleasure that rocked her body and pitched her over the edge. Her heated cunt rippled around Brendan’s cock, her sensitive ass gripped Ian’s cock. Her whole crotch was hot and slick and creamy as she shook through an orgasm that didn’t end.

  Animal growls from above, groans of pleasure from below, met her ears. Was Ian really pulling almost all the way out, her ass clinging tightly to his slippery shaft, and slowly but firmly pushing back in?

  Yes. He was. And Brendan was squeezing her hip with one hand and cupping her breast with the other, fucking her pussy just as deeply. More tears washed over her face as she came again.

  Ian’s cock twitched against her tight ring of muscles. His hand tightened on her mound, fingers slipping over her juicy lips. Between his rough gasps, she heard him pant, “Diana…”

  “Ian,” she whispered. She focused on receiving him. Opening to him. Letting him in. Hot cum spurted into her ass, and Jesus, she could feel every splash of his cream as she took Ian deep inside her.

  As she breathed with him, held in place, Brendan grasped both her hips firmly, thrusting long and hard into her tight satiny pussy until his deep sounds of fulfillment washed over her.

  Arms surrounded Diana as she collapsed on the bed, tangled up with warm male flesh. A soft wet tongue grazed her face. Ian was licking the tears off her cheeks. She lay exhausted, wedged between the twins, while the needle went around and around at the end of the record.

  Chapter Six

  Shower steam fogged the mirror. Diana had just rubbed it clear, but she wiped it again with her palm, peering at herself through the humid heat.

  It was Saturday night. She’d graduated two days ago. For the first time in her life, school didn’t hang over her head. Sure, college loomed on the horizon in August, but it was far, far away. The future looked as hazy as the mist on the mirror, blurring the familiar heart-shaped face and wide blue eyes and dark hair dripping with water.

  She was okay with that. Right now, anything could happen.

  Friday morning, she’d woken up alone. Music drifted through her open window: mellow, from a distance, but loud enough to wake her. She stretched, burying her yawn in her pillow. Her bare curves, tangled up in her covers, felt sore in the best kind of way. She wasn’t sure why her pussy and ass were throbbing, a little uncomfortable but so very good, but oh shit, it was a weekday morning, and she had to get to school right now.

  Half-awake, she stumbled out of bed, scrabbling frantically on her desk for her books with one hand and her glasses with the other while it dawned on her that she was completely naked. Then her hand met the crunch of a paper bag, full and heavy, and she stopped short.

  Soft rhythmic thuds pulled her attention outside. Diana blinked at the twins’ Jeep, empty and parked in the O’Brians’ wide driveway. Music poured from the car.

  A lone twin dribbled a basketball on the concrete, the ball leaving his hand with precision and sailing through the net. The rising sun lit his ragged gray t-shirt and drawstring shorts, already damp with patches of sweat, and outlined the constant motion of his sleek muscles.

  Feeling like a spy, Diana watched Ian while he thought no one was watching him. It was too far to see the freckle, but she didn’t doubt which twin had gotten up before the world was awake. She knew that look of concentration on his face. She’d seen it last night, twisting over her shoulder to look up at him as he —

  Oh God. Last night. Graduation night.

  She gripped the edge of her desk as her body clenched. She honestly couldn’t believe how far she’d gone with the boys next door. She wouldn’t, except that her whole crotch ached deliciously, her thighs were sticky with the twins’ cum and her own cream, her skin remembered thick cocks taking her past anything she’d expected to handle, and there on her desk, next to her graduation speech about ‘surprising yourself,’ lay the paper bag Brendan had brought over, rustling gently in the breeze from the open window. He must have put everything back inside: the plug, the lube.

  Outside, the ball flew through the hoop again and again, the swift motions of Ian’s body sending prickles down her own full curves. Jesus, she was naked and scented with sex right now, ogling Ian in a totally private moment while the neighborhood was asleep. And now he was stripping off his sweat-soaked shirt and throwing it onto the grass.

  Seeing Ian so focused, half-naked, without that cocky grin he always showed the world — goosebumps pricked Diana’s skin in the cool morning air. Right this minute, she could climb out of her room. Clamber down the big tree outside her window, completely naked. Let the branches scrape her bare curves, skin her knees on the ground, and jump Ian in his driveway, now panting and slick with sweat.

  She’d catch him off-guard. Take him by surprise. Tease him into wrestling her soft body on the O’Brians’ landscaped front lawn, covering her with hickeys in front of the sleeping neighborhood while he fondled and squeezed her exaggerated curves. Then he’d roll her over on her hands and knees, grass pressing against her skin, and drive his hot cock right into her soaked core, grunting as he fucked her hard and fast…

  Ian really had dropped to the grass, his muscles flexing through a series of furious pushups. Diana had eyed the twins in their driveway plenty of times while she told herself she was studying: Brendan and Ian shooting hoops, tinkering with their car, yelling and laughing and trash-talking with other guys, preferably all shirtless. This was different. Her pussy tingled, begging her hand to snake between her legs and stroke her swollen lips. She bent over her desk, opening her thighs just a little and pressing her heavy breasts against the hard surface…oh yes.

  “Please, Ian,” she whispered. It felt so good to plead. She could feel his hands grip her thighs, holding them open as he stared at the warm cream trickling from her eager cunt. “I need you, Ian.”

  Just a few strokes and her clit was a hard pearl under her fingers. Her thighs trembled, her puckered nipples begged to be pinched, and as Ian took her over and over on the damp grass, Brendan would emerge from the O'Brians' house because he just knew something was going on, sleepy and sexy in his boxers, rubbing his hazel eyes. He’d murmur that he knew exactly what else she needed, feeding her his meaty erection. And Ian would pull out of her pussy as she moaned in protest, her mouth full of his brother, and firmly, patiently work his thick cock into her ass just like he had last night, sure fingers finding her clit as he sank between her quivering cheeks.

  Her shrieks around Brendan’s cock would wake the whole neighborhood, and God, everyone would watch her get fucked by the twins and she wanted them to see…

  As her juicy cunt clamped down on her fingers, an engine turned over outside. Moaning, Diana watched through half-closed eyes, her naked body quivering in a frantic orgasm, as Ian leaned back in the driver’s seat, his eyes closed. Then the Jeep disappeared down the block.

  *

  The peal of the doorbell brought her back to the steamy bathroom. Her parents’ enthusiastic voices carried up from downstairs, giving the twins a big welcome.

  Picking her up had been Brendan’s bright idea. Diana didn’t understand why, exactly, she couldn’t walk through her front door under her own steam and meet the twins at their car, twenty yards away. But her phone had buzzed Friday afternoon, right in the middle of coffee with her friends. She’d been in a fog all day, walking around with a silly grin on her face and trying not to shift position too obviously on her still-tender ass.

  Brendan’s deep voice on the phone as she stepped outside the coffeeshop, all concern, his soft, knowing questions about how she was feeling and if she’d slept okay, had just made her already-soaked panties even wetter. Diana found herself agreeing when he told her to be ready at 9:30 Saturday night and to dress sexy.

  “What’s Ian up to?” sh
e asked casually — she hoped.

  “At the gym. He’s been there awhile. Why, you want him to call you later, Di?” The tease in Brendan’s voice surprised her. Ian was the tease, not Brendan.

  “No,” she’d said quickly. “No. I’ll just see you guys tomorrow night.”

  “Diana!” Her father’s voice boomed up the stairs. “The twins are here!”

  Extra makeup? Check. Black pencil lined her wide blue eyes, blush highlighted her already flushed cheeks, and her dark lipstick made her look a good few years older. Hair ready? She tousled her black locks, still wet from the shower, her bangs swept to the side. As she hurried down to the living room, glasses on and purse swinging over her shoulder, two pairs of hazel eyes glanced towards the stairs, bringing the blood to her face

  She’d decided on a dress that had hung in the back of her closet for a year. A dress she’d bought because she had to own it, but never expected to wear outside her own bedroom: bright red, sleeveless and tight, hugging every curve and amping up her figure way beyond pinup girl territory. The deep scoop neck showed a generous view of her creamy cleavage, the little belt cinched her slim waist, and the fabric clung to the swell of her ass and hips. She kept her jean jacket on and buttoned up, though the night was warm, so her parents wouldn’t guess the twins were taking her anywhere less than G-rated.

  Brendan’s dimpled smile tightened her stomach. Ian just nodded to her, but his gaze burned right through her jacket to her full breasts straining against the denim. Why didn’t you call, she wanted to ask, but her cheeks were on fire now and she prayed her parents wouldn’t notice.

  Fortunately, her mother was busy pressing lemonade on everyone and interrogating the twins about their social lives, their business school majors, their fraternity, their life ambitions, and their thoughts on the world at large. Her father wanted to discuss basketball in-depth, even though Diana had never seen him watch a game except at the O’Brians’.