ROMANCE: THREESOME : Billionaire Brothers' Party (MFM Menage Romance) (New Adult Contemporary Threesome Short Stories)

by Donovan, Astrid Lee

  Her breasts crushed his massive hard chest as he lowered his head to suckle them, all the while continuing to probe and penetrate her with heated intensity.

  Matching the frenzied movements of his shaft in the depths of her feminine garden, Judith kneaded and pumped Brett’s hardening rod as he continued to kiss her senseless; hugging her back as his own fingers rubbed and tickled her sides.

  Even as she clutched Drake to her, thrusting her breasts full into his mouth as her fleshy thighs accommodated the whole of his pulsating length, Judith’s tongue entangled with Brett’s as she reveled in his moans of pleasure.

  Finally and with a long last thrust, a growling Drake surged forth to her very core, exploding inside of her as he carried them both across the bounds of an incredible mutual climax. Their bodies reverberated together in the heat of this binding orgasm as—with a last hard stroke—Judith introduced Brett into the circle of ecstasy that threatened to consume them all.

  “You two rascals never advertised this particular activity in the pages of your resort brochure,” she gasped out, her heart pounding with fervor as pleasure suffused every fiber of her being. “And you really should.” She paused here as she wrapped her arms around their muscled shoulders and graced them with a dreamy smile. “Now this is what I call Southern hospitality.”

  Chapter Three

  The next two weeks passed in a dreamlike haze for the joyful Judith, who spent every waking moment in the sweet and noble company of her two ever-attentive hosts.

  One day the trio rode and raced horses across the length of Happy Trails Ranch; stopping to enjoy a picnic the gents had prepared themselves.

  “The two of you cook too?” Judith marveled, smacking her lips as she enjoyed a home cooked feast of fried chicken, chickpeas and buttermilk biscuits—all washed down with some homemade beer brewed in the sun and served with the utmost care. “Un—frickin—believable.”

  The next day the brothers taught her some down home games and past times common to farm life. She learned to throw horseshoes and modified cow chips (which, much to her relief, were actually just coal chips), and to ‘spin the bottle’; this particular game being her favorite, as it gave her ample opportunities to kiss both brothers - repeatedly, and with great fervor.

  She made love to the brothers with equal fervor every single night, sometimes in the comfort of her cabin, other times out on the range and beneath the stars.

  Was it possible, she wondered, to fall in love with two men? She had the distinct feeling that she was finding out; and the even more distinct feeling that she never wanted to leave the company of the ever delightful Lawrence brothers—let alone the expansive nature-made wonderland that they called home.

  “How can I go back to my life of stuffy office buildings, congested city streets and what is sure to be a lonely new apartment,” she reasoned, “When I know the sights and sounds of paradise?”

  As much as she dreaded it, she knew that soon she’d face her final day of freedom at Happy Trails; and when the morning of that day arrived, she choked back her tears of sorrow as she gathered her things and packed her bags.

  Of course, she reminded herself, she did have one more adventure to look forward to before taking leave of this mystical haven: a barn dance scheduled that evening at the expansive, multi-level red barn that formed the centerpiece of the sprawling Happy Trails property.

  “Now I well realize that it was complete and utter madness to change today’s flight schedule from early morning to the dead of night so I can attend this soiree,” she mused, adding with a shrug, “But just how often does a lady receive two invitations to the same dance, from two gorgeous and amazing men, neither of whom expect you to choose between them? Hell yeah I’m going! Yee to the haw!”

  She’d even selected her most beautiful frock to wear for this grand occasion: another calico dress purchased from the Happy Trails general store.

  A light patterned gown of orchid calico colored an ebullient shade of violet, the dress boasted full billowing skirts and a high lace collar. Puffed sleeves and an elegant boned bodice completed this elegant garment, which she donned with pride before fixing her blonde hair atop her head with a sprig of handpicked ivory baby’s breath.

  Once again she applied some light cosmetics, up to and including the pearl pink lipstick that both she and her lovers favored, before also donning some proper white slippers that looked far more restrained and ladylike than she felt at the moment.

  Admiring the effects of her impromptu makeover in the reflection of her full length mirror, she smiled at a woman she barely knew; one she feared she’d lose forever when she left this magical place.

  “I mean, I know that no one likes to come home from vacation,” she mused, frowning sadly at herself as she clutched her skirts with sad, tension wrought hands. “But in walking away from Happy Trails, I’m leaving far more than good memories behind me. I’m leaving love.”

  Judith’s troubled meditation was disrupted by the sound of a loud whinny outside her door, one that most literally spurred her into action as she ventured outside.

  She gasped outright at the appearance of a vision that seemed like something out of a fairy tale: a coal black carriage that boasted bright brass trim and four oversized wheels, led by a pair of Appaloosa mares—one ivory, the other golden—whose brilliant fresh brushed coats and thick lustrous manes glowed in the sweet shade of glistening twilight.

  She immediately recognized the drivers of her fairy tale ride: gentlemen who, appropriately enough, likened princes of the royal court in all their resplendent finery.

  Hardly recognizing the brothers Lawrence sans their cowboy hats—which they even liked to wear when they wore nothing else—Judith stood stock still as she witnessed the divine transformation of cowboys to princes.

  The golden haired Brett wore a suit of ivory velvet trimmed with gold at the shoulders and cuffs. Brass buttons and knee high black boots completed this fetching ensemble, which hugged and emphasized every plane and muscle of his flawless young body.

  His brother shone equally resplendent in a suit of royal blue velvet trimmed with pure ebony at the shoulder and cuffs. Also boasting a most fetching pair of knee high dark boots, he hopped down from the helm of their carriage to open its side door for their beaming guest.

  “You look like an angel Darlin’,” he told her, pressing his full warm lips against her fair cheek as he added, “And on this night my brother and I have every intention of treating you like a princess.”

  The Lawrence brothers made good on their promise moments later, delivering a smiling Judith to the double front doors of an expansive three story barn structure; a place that already resounded with the rhythms of an old country fiddle and a genuine steel guitar.

  Soon the trio ventured inward to join in the down home revelry that embodied the country barn dance; line dancing to their hearts content as country standards by the likes of Patsy Cline, Loretta Lynn, Johnny Cash and The Oak Ridge Boys played in the background.

  Clasped in the arms of two strong, beautiful men who swayed her with ease across the surface of a hay lined dance floor, Judith felt light and graceful as her two doting dates twirled and sashayed her; also stealing a few kisses and hugs as the lights lowered at evening’s end.

  Finally she stood clasped between her two lovers at the center of the floor, her body drawn into and consumed by a succulent slow dance that felt more like a tango than a do-si-do.

  With Brett facing her and Drake at her back, Judith’s body felt enveloped in a cocoon of hard muscle; sighing with contentment as one pair of firm arms braced her waist and another flanked her fully made hips. Both brothers held her closer than close as the lengths of their long silky hair brushed her chest and back, and their rock hard hips cradled hers in a most delightful manner.

  “Thank you so much Gentlemen, for making this one of the best nights of my life,” she told them at one point, bracing her arms around Brett’s muscled shoulders even as her body writhed and
rubbed like a feline in heat against Drake’s planed form. “I’m just so sorry that it has to be our last night together.”

  She took in her breath as Brett surged forward to sear her lips with a hot hard kiss.

  “It doesn’t have to be the last night,” he whispered against her lips, adding as he pulled her closer to him, “We want you to stay Judith.”

  His dance partner thought a moment, and then shook her head.

  “Believe me when I say Brett, that I truly don’t want to leave,” she released on a sigh. “I even considered extending my stay another week, but I just don’t have enough vacation time saved up at work. I also fear that, after spending seven more magnificent days in the company of you two amazing men, it would be blasted near impossible for me to let go.”

  She gasped as she felt a pair of warm moist lips canvass the back of her neck; kissing and nipping her sensitive skin before whispering in her ear, “Well our lady, it seems that we have a simple solution for that quandary. It’s a two part plan that consists of the following two steps: No. 1: Quit the job. No. 2: Never leave us.”

  Even as she turned her head to kiss the lips of a smiling Drake, Judith came dangerously close to laughing in her lover’s handsome face.

  “Sounds like a divine plan, with just one possible catch,” Judith told him, adding with a shrug, “As much as I would love to embrace and embody the job title of Live-In Lover to Two Heavenly Cowboys, I’ve heard that it doesn’t pay very well—at least not in terms of cash money, which a gal rightly needs to pay her rent, car payment and utilities.”

  Brett nodded.

  “True enough,” he allowed, taking her full chin in two agile fingers and shifting her head around until their gazes locked. “The position of head office manager at the Happy Trails Resort, by contrast, happens to pay very well. And we would like to offer this job, which comes with full room and board included, to the woman of every cowboy’s dreams - the woman with whom we’d very much like to share our life.”

  Both brothers jumped as their date threw her blonde head back with a heartfelt declaration of “Ya Hoo!!!!”

  Drake chuckled.

  “May we take that as a yes?” he pressed her—both physically and verbally. “Or at least a maybe?”

  Judith shrugged.

  “Well you did say that the job was open only to the woman of every cowboy’s dreams,” she told them, adding with a playful wink, “But since I doubt that either Dolly Parton or Faith Hill is available to take the position, I guess that I’ll have to do. You two have made me happier in the past week than I have been in years. And something tells me that I don’t ever want to lose that feeling.”

  Letting loose with their own version of a down home joyful whoop, the ecstatic brothers swooped their lover up high in their arms and planted her on their shoulders; carrying her in the direction of a nearby ladder that led to the barn’s upper level, an area commonly referred to as a hay loft.

  Waving with a spirited flourish to the gathered dancers who cheered and applauded their exit, Judith almost felt as though she was starring in a re-make of “An Officer and a Gentleman,” one of her all-time favorite romance movies.

  “Except in my case,” she mused with a giggle, “I get A Cowboy and A Cowboy.”

  Chapter Four

  Soon Judith found herself ensconced in a moonlit haven that seemed custom made for ‘a roll in the hay,’ in more ways than one.

  The Happy Trails social barn boasted a broad loft, suffused with the natural light of the moon coming through a tall arched window; bathing the entire loft in its luminous rays as it lit the way to a passionate encounter.

  Tossing her voluptuous body into a whisper soft haystack that formed the center of the loft, the brothers Lawrence stripped off their clothes as they seared her with ravenous narrow-eyed glances that dripped with seduction.

  Soon their bronzed muscled forms glowed in nature’s brightest spotlight; the moon’s rays likening them to angels sent with the sole mission of pleasing and satisfying her.

  “We offer ourselves to you,” Brett purred, flexing every one of his golden muscles for her viewing pleasure.

  “Take us,” Drake invited on a whisper, parting his strong arms and baring his body for her. “We are here to please you.”

  Embarking in full on this most worthwhile mission, Drake fell to his knees and crawled like a cat in the direction of his watching lover; soon hovering above her as he captured her lips in a heated, passionate kiss.

  Judith sighed, contented as her ebony haired lover plied her mouth with the sweetest of kisses, his hands all the while unbuttoning and peeling away the fabric of her confining dress.

  Soon she herself lay naked in the moonlight, writhing wild in a soft mass of new mown hay as her ardent lover kissed her all over; kissing and suckling her breasts, nipping her neck and laving her belly button.

  Finally he wrapped an encompassing arm tight around her sturdy shoulders, her buxom breasts crushing his massive hard chest as he again touched her lips with his; his sturdy fingers achieving a more intimate touch as they penetrated her feminine folds and slipped deep inside.

  Gasping against his lips, Judith hoisted her hips upward and leaned into his hand; kissing him senseless as his fingers slipped deep inside of her.

  As his free hand massaged her back and shoulders and the lengths of his dark hair whipped wild across her breasts, his agile fingertip caressed her hungry insides, as he seemed to seek the source of her greatest pleasure.

  Judith shuttered in spite of herself, as her aroused pussy suddenly seemed to catch fire, her lover’s fingertips like tiny lightning bolts that sparked unspeakable sensations in every fiber of her being. Never before had a man touched her this deeply, coaxing from within her an exotic sensation that made her heart pound and her pussy gush.

  The greatest pleasure arrived in grand fashion moments later, as Drake’s magical finger grazed a secret place just inside her soaking wet entry, igniting a tender but powerful place known as her G-spot.

  Swallowing her scream of ecstasy with the kiss of his smiling lips, Drake then watched as her writhing, sweat-lined body wriggled in ecstasy just beneath him; finally rolling into the arms of his waiting brother, who swept her up in a tight embrace as their hips and thighs locked between them.

  Still hungry for the touch of her lovers, Judith wrapped her arms around Brett’s strong shoulders as her legs entangled with his; also savoring the feel of Drake’s nurturing hands as they ran like warm water down the base of her spine.

  Soon his entire hard planed body writhed shameless at her back as he continued his massage; kissing the back of Judith’s neck and stroking her blonde hair as she joined lips with an impassioned Brett.

  The long hard shaft of her golden haired lover surged upward to tease the core of her wet femininity, their hips swaying and gyrating together in sublime time with the rhythmic country tunes that still played from the hall beneath them.

  Then fully and finally the lovers joined as one, their bodies melding as his long hard cock surged wild and deep within her.

  Brett’s hands roamed free across her heaving breasts and down the surface of her rounded stomach, plying her lips with the hottest kisses as he continued to probe and penetrate her.

  As Drake rubbed and cradled her back Brett continued to surge within her, his shaft sliding forth to her very core as his ever attentive hands continued to knead her breasts and tickle her nipples.

  Even as she continued to hold and embrace her golden haired lover, Judith reached a free hand back to caress Drake’s massive chest and tickle the surface of his rock hard abs; finally grabbing a firm but gentle hold on his long stiff cock and caressing its golden skin.

  She savored his moans of deepest ecstasy as she continued to massage his aroused masculinity; all the while spreading her fleshy thighs to accommodate Brett’s own hard length.

  Both brothers continued to kiss and caress her as she wriggled and squirmed between them; purring with conte
ntment as Brett lowered his hand to cup and caress her throbbing nub. Then finally and with a long hard stroke her leonine lover exploded within her, sending them both across the bounds of an incredible mutual climax.

  Even as she clutched Brett’s massive shoulders and threw herself against him, her nub and pussy throbbing in a single pure accord, she continued to stroke and knead her dark haired lover until he too succumbed to the passion.

  Soon the atmosphere of the Happy Trails resort resounded with three resounding cries of “Yee haw!” a sinful chorus that revealed the resort’s proprietors—along with their new manager—to be very happy indeed.

  THE END

  OBSESSION WITH BROTHERS OF THE NIGHT

  PARANORMAL MENAGE VAMPIRE ROMANCE

  Chapter One

  She witnessed their beauty by the spectacle of moonlight; a vision rivalled only by the rhythm of their song.

  As the co-owner of Cool Beans Café, a small but upscale coffee shop in the heart of Luna Bay, Florida, Simone Norrance had seen more than her share of novel entertainment acts grace her ‘main stage’; or so she liked to call the decidedly compact performance area that stood somewhere between the java bar and the magazine rack.

  She saw earnest college students earn a few extra bucks by performing covers of sixties folk songs; tunes that came to life well before they did, that they nonetheless sang with incredible sincerity and varying levels of talent.

  “I swear, if Michael rows that boat ashore one more time,” she snorted, smirking as she dragged a broom across the surface of her café floor.

  Really, though, she admired anyone who had the gumption to appear before a crowd; and while she enjoyed the performances of everyone on stage—from the afore mentioned soc majors doubling as folk artistes to aging torch singers—she’d never felt so utterly transfixed by any presenting performer—to the point that she had to pause her duties and gape in open admiration at the sirens of the night.