by Bebe Wilde
“We’re not fucking!” I exclaimed and pounded on Milo’s back. “Stop! Stop, Milo!”
He glanced over to see Toby and his mouth dropped. He started to move away, but Toby threw up his hand and halted him.
“We’re not fucking!” I said again. “We’re not fucking!”
“I heard you the first time,” Toby said and smiled slightly, shaking his head.
What. The. Fuck?
He leaned against the wall and said, “Keep going.”
Milo and I glanced at each other, then back at him. Was this a trick?
“Toby, listen, I—” I started but he stopped me.
“Just do it,” he said and nodded at me. “It’s fine with me.”
“But we’re not fucking,” I told hm.
“No, you’re not,” he said. “Not yet anyway. You can though, if you like.”
My mouth dropped a little. Milo looked like he was seeing things. I didn’t know what to do. Toby did.
“I get it,” Toby said. “I knew this would happen one day. It’s cool.”
Wow. Really? Had he just said that? Seriously? Was he serious? What was he doing? Right now, he was moving over towards us.
Milo stared at him, disbelieving. He started to say something but Toby shook his head and leaned down and kissed me hard. I hesitated at first then returned the kiss, licking at his lips and wanting his hands all over me.
Toby pulled back and said, “Your turn, Milo.”
My mouth dropped to the floor. Your turn Milo? Was he serious? That was, like, totally cool with me! But I still had a hard time believing he was okay with all of this.
“Go ahead,” he said and jerked his head a little at me.
Milo just stared at him.
“Go for it,” he said with nonchalance.
Wait. Was I hearing this right? Was he the coolest boyfriend in the world or what? Or was this a trick, a ploy? What was it, exactly?
“I don’t know if I can do this,” Milo said.
“No, you can,” he said. “Fuck her. And then I’ll fuck her. I mean, if that’s okay with you, Holly.”
He stared at me. He wasn’t pissed off or anything. Then I got it, I understood. Some guys weren’t threatened like that. They were okay with sharing and with joining in. Toby was one of those guys. I could live with that. Toby was, like, sexually liberated or something. And that made me want to be sexually liberated. I might just be in for the fuck of my life. Knowing that made me feel embolden. It made me so hot I couldn’t stand it. Well, then, let’s get the show on the road.
I felt Milo’s hesitation. I was a little hesitant, too. I was still slightly in shock but not so much so that I wasn’t willing to take action. You only live once, right? I got to it and I got to it by taking control of the situation.
“You want me to fuck him?” I asked Toby.
“No,” he said. “I want you to fuck both of us.”
I smiled at him and said, “I’m gonna fuck him and you’re gonna watch. I am going to suck every bit of cum out of him into my pussy. And then I’m going to do it to you.”
My dirty talk pleased Toby to no end. A deep smile came across his face and he nodded at me. We were on the same wavelength. I knew I loved him for a reason.
But what about Milo? He sat there, looking slightly stunned, yet oddly pleased. He liked this idea, too. He was into it. It was a fantasy for guys, too, right? I knew then and there we were all three in for a really fun afternoon. That pleased me to no end. And I was ready to get this thing started.
I turned to Milo. “You ready for me?”
He nodded. “I am.”
Good answer. I grinned at him and then I went for it. I went for it with gusto, with everything I had. I was so turned on, I think I might have went for it even if Toby hadn’t wanted it. There was no stopping me now. I was a woman on a mission.
I grabbed Milo by the jawbone and pulled his face to mine. Our lips crushed into each other’s and we moaned loudly as our tongues touched. I pressed my naked chest into his, loving the feeling of Toby’s eyes on me as I did so, as I pushed my tits into his hard chest. It felt so good to have my naked tits squeezed almost flat against him.
“Watch me, baby,” I said to Toby. “Don’t take your eyes off me.”
He was sitting to the side now, watching us like we were live-action porn or something. He nodded. He was into it. That was so cool it made me smile. I turned back to Milo and kissed him again, this time harder, thrusting my tongue onto his mouth so he could suck on it, then he gave me his and I sucked on it, drawing circles with my tongue on his. We were eating at each other, devouring each other as my boyfriend watched. It was so hedonistic, so downright dirty, I could have come just from the thought of it.
I started to undress him, wanting him naked, wanting him in me. His shirt came off, then his pants and boxers and then he was naked, lying on top me, me still in my soaking wet panties. His hand was between my legs, stroking me there, stroking my pussy, which began to ache like it had never ached before. I had to have his mouth there first, before his cock, his lips nibbling at my lips, down there, eating at me, sucking at me. So, I pushed him down and his mouth found my naked flesh and it welcomed him as my legs opened wide so he could do his work.
A finger slipped into my panties and touched the soft skin there, which was swollen with longing, with lust. Then the finger tugged at the panties and they were off, cast aside and I was totally naked in front of these two men whose eyes were all over my just waxed and smooth pussy. I felt so strong then, so womanly, so powerful. That’s what they wanted, what I had between my legs. The looks on their faces told me as much.
I opened my legs wider and gave them a better look, wanting them to look, wanting them to want it, my pussy, and to want me, this woman who was offering herself for one afternoon of pure, unadulterated pleasure. Come on, gentlemen, don’t disappoint.
They didn’t.
Milo traced one finger down my slit, just like that, just so softly, before he stuck it in and moved it around a little. I writhed as he did that, moved against this finger and moaned in ecstasy. I was so wet, I was dripping.
“Suck me,” I told him. “Suck my pussy.”
His head went between my legs and his lips grazed my lips just ever so slightly. I shuddered with lust, wanting more. He gave it to me. He began to eat at me, sucking at me, stroking me with his tongue. I sat there and began to grind against his face a little, looking up at Toby who was watching with rapt attention. Without a word he got up and nudged Milo aside and scooped up my legs, pulling them off the floor a little and he dove in, sucking me and licking me with a flat, solid tongue, doing what he always did to me, making me come. And I came loudly, throwing my head back as a deep roar came out of me, and I began to grind until it was done.
Oh, yeah. That felt too damned good. I was just catching my breath when Toby gave me a long, hard kiss then moved aside. I stared at him, then back at Milo. It was time.
“Fuck me now,” I told Milo.
He didn’t hesitate. He was too turned on to wait much longer. He turned me over and I got up on all fours. Even though it was only a few seconds, it seemed to take forever for him to stick his hard cock in. I was dying for it. Then he did it. He stuck it in and we moaned in unison as we were joined together. He grabbed my ass and began to pound into me, holding my ass tight and hard as he fucked me dirty like that.
I held on for the ride but I wanted more. I stared at Toby and licked my lips. That was his cue. He came over to me and unzipped his pants and pulled his hard cock out. Then it was in my mouth and I was sucking it as I got fucked from behind. It was almost too much. I wanted to come and I wanted to get fucked and I wanted to suck Toby’s hot semen out of him. All at once.
Just then Milo gave me a hard slap across the ass. I shuddered. Now it was getting dirty. More, more, please. He gave me another and rubbed the spot, then reached around and grabbed my tit, squeezing it, before slipping
He kept it up until I was nearly exhausted. I wanted to finish Toby off but he stopped me, shaking his head and then bent to kiss me as Milo fucked me. He thrust his tongue in so I could suck on it as I was getting fucked from behind, with a finger in my ass. And then I came. I came so hard I almost bit into Toby’s tongue. He moved just in time, squeezing a breast as the orgasm exploded inside of me. And then Milo came, came hard, pumping into me so much I thought he might break me.
But it wasn’t over. Not just yet. Now it was Toby’s turn.
He grabbed me up under the arms and pulled me to him, crushing his lips against mine. He walked me over to the wall and pushed me up against it. My legs opened wide and he got between them, pushing his hard cock into me, wanting me, feeling me, devouring me. Milo came over to us and moved my hair back from my neck, then slid his tongue down it, sucking at it as Toby fucked me. I turned my head to his and we kissed hard. His hand went to a breast and he grabbed it, squeezed it then bent to suck a nipple into his mouth. Toby grabbed the other one and tweaked it as Milo ate at my other. I loved that. It felt so good. I loved the feeling of my boyfriends dick inside me as his best friend’s mouth was on my tit, sucking at it, owning it, making it his. But I wasn’t his. I was Toby’s. But then again, I realized, I was neither of theirs. I was mine. I belonged to me. I was getting more out of this than I could have ever imagined.
Milo’s hand was now on his dick stroking it as Toby fucked me. We slid down the wall and then onto the floor and Toby got to it, fucking me. I fucked back and Milo got beside us and kissed me hard. I kissed back then concentrating on Toby, staring into his gorgeous eyes, loving him and loving that he’d given me this gift of a ménage à trois. I wanted to tell him that, to thank him and make him promise we’d do it again but I was too busy. I was too focused on fucking him. He was coming and he was coming harder than I’d ever seen him come, pumping into me like a mad man, like a man on mission and that mission was to give me all he had. And so he did, coming hard and I was so turned on, I came too, for the third time that day.
When it was over, Toby rolled off me and Milo lay down on the other side. We all lay on the floor, sweating, feeling just a little air from the overhead fan as we got our breaths back. I turned on my side and slide between them, between my two men, getting their manly sweat all over me. Milo got up close to me from behind and Toby stayed in front. We lay like that for a little while and I moved between them, feeling their masculinity and allowing them to feel me, my femininity. I loved feeling their hard chests and big arms and muscles and bodies while I was squeezed in between them. I loved knowing that their large, semi-hard cocks would soon be ready to fill me again. It was almost too much to take in.
It would be a little bit before Toby was ready again but I could feel Milo’s cock stiffening as he slipped it between my ass cheeks. I loved the feeling of him trying to get in. I wanted it again. I was ready. I was so turned on I didn’t know if I’d ever be turned off again. He opened my legs a little and pressed his dick against my pussy which was already waiting for it. He slipped it in and I kissed Toby, softly and fully, licking his lips, opening my mouth up wide to suck them in a little, then slipping my tongue into his mouth as Milo fucked me, fucked my pussy from behind. Yes, fuck me, fuck my pussy as I kiss my boyfriend.
Toby slipped his hand between my legs and laid it flat, moving his fingers just slightly so I could move against it and get my groove on. Milo fucked me slowly, gently, as Toby bent to kiss my breasts softly, to touch them gently, to cup them and to kiss them. I just lay there and enjoyed it, enjoyed the feeling of being with these two in this way. The sensations were sensual, so soft and even a little sweet. We were sweaty and slid against each other. It was raw and hot and felt so hedonistic. It felt right, as if we should always be doing this. If I was lucky, we would.
I ran my hand in Toby’s hair then slid it down his chest and then to his cock. He was now hard again. Once more. He was ready. I took hold of it and began to fondle it as Milo kept fucking me slowly from behind. I rubbed it with just a little pressure, wanting his cum to squirt into my hand. Milo kept at it, too, filling my pussy with his dick as I stroked Toby’s cock with my hand, as he rubbed my clit with his finger. Ummm… There it was. I felt it wash all over me, the orgasm, and literally take me over. Milo was coming inside of me again, giving a slight, soft moan and I felt Toby’s dick move and then his cum shoot out into my hand as I came.
Toby’s eyes opened just as mine did and we stared into each other’s eyes. We didn’t ask what this meant. It was just too good for words. We’d both enjoyed it, maybe for different reasons, but we’d had so much fun. And Milo? How did he feel? He was hugging my waist just then, letting me know he felt pretty damn good.
Without saying a thing, I held my hand up to my mouth and licked Toby’s cum off, swallowing it. His eyes widened. He’d never seen me do anything like that. I licked it until it was gone. He grabbed the back of my head and pulled me to him, kissing me hard. We kissed for a long few seconds, then he pulled back.
We didn’t say a word. What was there to say? Well, I had a suggestion: Could we do it again? And how soon? But did I dare say it? Did I dare ask for more when I’d been given so much? No, not just yet. But after they’d both fully recovered? Yes, I’d ask for it again and again.
I turned onto my back and they did too. We lay on the floor and stared up at the ceiling. It was over now. But, no, I liked to think it had only just begun.
Merci
A Story of Erotica, Sex and Romance
Merci: A Story of Erotica, Sex and Romance. Copyright © 2012 by Bebe Wilde.
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eBook ISBN–13: 978-1-938107-00-9
eBook ISBN–10: 1-938107-00-4
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead is entirely coincidental.
For the lovers.
Contents—Merci
Master Table of Contents
Man on a Mission
An American in Paris
Come Love Me Now
Little Slut
How Do You Like It?
Let the Games Begin
Alive With Lust
Better Left Unsaid
Man on a Mission
I didn’t even want to come to Paris. But as I stared at him, ready to devour me, I knew I’d made the right decision, even though sometimes he drove me absolutely insane.
“I know what your problem is,” I said to him once.
“And what’s that?” he asked.
“You don’t believe in love.”
“Oh, I believe in love,” he replied. “I’m just not fooled by it.”
He said that to me just shortly after we met. He believed in love; he just wasn’t fooled by it. I was. I was fooled by love. I was fooled by him.
He was always a bit of a smartass. But then again, so was I. His name was François and he liked smoking, drinking cognac and taking long walks in the park. He was everything I’d ever wanted in a man and nothing I needed. He was alive with lust for me. I couldn’t take my eyes off him. I wanted to, but I just couldn’t. He was handsome, French and had a cool confidence that came across as cocky and arrogant. That’s the part of him I had to get over in order to get to this. First impressions are never good but I’d given him a second chance to change my mind about him. And he had. Now he had me eating out of the palm of his hand. His cocky confidence had paid off.
He licked his lips and stared at me. I liked the way he licked his lips; I liked the way he stared. He was going to give it to me good and I couldn’t wait. We were done with the formalities. It was time to get down to business.
He didn’t hesitate. He came at me full throttle, a man on a mission. He didn’t take his eyes off of me as he approached. He couldn’t have. It was all about me; me being conquered by him. I wouldn’t have it any other way.
And then, there he was. Right in front of me. He didn’t hesitate to turn me around or push me up against the wall so that my back was to him. He went for it and took it. It was going to be rough this time. I liked it rough. He liked to give it to me rough.
A grunt came out of my mouth as he grabbed my ass. Delight filled my body as he began to play with me, as his hand slid between my ass cheeks.
“Already wet, aren’t you?” he asked hotly.
I nodded as he continued, as his hands played with me. I widened my stance and he bent behind me, pushing his face into my pussy. His face was between my legs and he was eating me, eating every square inch of my pussy, licking and slurping and really getting into it. He moaned a little and pulled back to finger me.
I moaned and began to ride his face until I felt it. The orgasm was right there. It was intense and so ready to explode in my body. It did just that as he sucked at me. I kept coming and coming. Once it had abated, he turned me around, gave me one quick, deep kiss then bent me over the hall table, pushing me face-down on it.
“Oh, God,” I moaned. “Yes! Do it, do it, do it!”
He did it. I heard his zipper and then felt his cock against my ass. That’s when I began to shiver even more. I wanted it so bad. As soon as he thrust his hard cock into me, I clawed at the table. He reached around and grabbed at my breasts. I rose up and grabbed the back of his head, pulling his mouth to mine. We licked and sucked at each other’s mouths as he fucked me. He gave me a hard thrust that sent my head back down. A long moan came out of my mouth. He was totally in control of me. I loved it.
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