Billionaire: Menage: Swinger: Let's Swing (MMF Bisexual Romance) (New Adult Contemporary Short Stories)

by Piquette Fontaine

  After a few moments of staring in horror, I tore myself from the bathroom, and rushed out of the house as quickly as possible, not knowing where I was going, but knowing that if I had to stay in there a minute longer I might just die...

  Chapter 2

  Following what might have been the longest, most miserable summer ever on record, for a plethora of reasons (Kyle far from the least among them,) I was at last off to college, free from the oppressive, steamy atmosphere of a blended, hormone-ridden household, and able at last to sow my wild oats in a manner that didn't involve almost constant lust for my utterly forbidden stepbrother.

  Needless to say, given that I'm a fairly attractive little firecracker of a girl, it didn't take long at all for me to find romance amongst the throngs of openly sexual young adults flooding the campus grounds of my university. I'd had my share of romantic experience up to that point, of course, but pickings at my high school had been pretty damn slim as far as that went, and it wasn't until my sexual horizons were broadened in terms of the dating pool that I at last entered into what I considered my first “serious” relationship. Perhaps not someone I would be ready to settle down and get hitched to at a moment's notice, but someone who I could at least stick around with for longer than it took him to fuck me for a one-night stand.

  Mark was his name. And God, oh God almighty... If any man was somehow fine enough to put the cumbersome Kyle out of my mind, it sure as hell must have been him. There were actually some similarities between the two men in their physique, and maybe, if I'm one hundred percent, blatantly honest with myself, that was one of the various things that led me to flinging myself into this gorgeous macho-man's arms. Much like Kyle, Mark's superhuman beauty was almost unnatural in many ways. Like, it didn't seem right that a specimen of masculinity so pure should exist on this Earth, or else that he must somehow only dwell within the imaginations of horny young adults such as myself, pure to the point of seeming almost a mirage. His body, I won't hesitate to say, was absolutely damn immaculate. He was broad chested, wide-shouldered, and in possession of quite the sculpted physique. His arms were thick, and bulged ferociously with muscles, and the musculature of his back was like a fucking maze in its intricacy- a poor girl like me could get lost, hypnotized by it if she peered into its labyrinthine tunnels and ridges for too long. He had blonde hair, and eyes almost as penetrating as Kyle's- a girl also had the tendency to feel as though she'd somehow been violated by him in just a single, lascivious glance (and, in all likelihood, said girl would be more than okay with this when all was said and done; Mark was precisely the type of guy you fantasized about having deflower you...)

  Sex with Mark, was... Well... Christ, it was something else... As far as I could tell, when the good folks at Merriam Webster who cobbled together the dictionary came up with the phrase “well endowed,” the entry must have been written following a chance encounter with the immaculately hung Mark in a state of undress. Although I hadn't, of course, gotten a good estimate of Kyle's cock the day I walked in on him jerking off in the john, I had reason to suspect that Mark's own penis must at least have met him on size, and quite possibly have overshadowed him (although I tended to doubt the latter.) His scrotum was like a fucking punching bag, his hairy testicles giant and red, swollen and gleaming and absolutely devastating to behold.

  And let me tell you right now, not only did Mark possess all the right equipment, but he sure as hell knew damn well how to use it properly on me, as well as his many other glorious assets...

  I remember one of Mark's seductions almost vitally well, as it was far and away one of our greatest romantic escapades during the early, formative period of our relationship. I don't remember exactly when or where it was, or what exactly the circumstances were that had led up to that most splendid roll in the hay- maybe it was one of our birthdays or something, I'm not sure... But by the time we got back to his dorm room, I do recall quite vividly, the two of us were absolutely drunk off of our asses, and only slightly on alcohol. A large part of it, I knew, was a sort of intoxication off of one another's company, an emotion so grand as to be almost overwhelming, so that by the time we stumbled through the door and slid a sock onto the knob, we could barely stand completely upright without risk of plummeting to the floor on our asses.

  We giggled and stumbled around for a while in one another's arms, like a sort of clumsy dance, nearly smashing our burning bodies into walls and knocking over his furniture, and each time only narrowly avoiding doing so. His hands gravitated, in a way I'm sure he thought was sneaky and imperceptible, into the pockets of my jeans. The fingers clenched, and tugged my body into him, so that the heat of his form radiated into me, warming me to my core. At this point in the evening, I had a pretty fucking clear idea of where this date was heading, and honestly the two of us not fucking would have been a much grander surprised to me than otherwise. But, if I did still need any sort of evidence to confirm what I already knew damn well was inevitable, it was confirmed to me by Mark's hot, throbbing boner, pulsing through the crotch of his pants, and rubbing up against my body as I shivered in his arms, thick and stony and intense, and making me whimper slightly at the feeling of it alone. It made me wetter than a fucking seal between the thigh, and filled me with an unbearable anticipation for the imminent removal of our clothes.

  He swooped in on me, and I opened my mouth readily to receive him, my eyelids fluttering shut, and my heart throbbing like wild in my eardrums. His lips melted onto my mine, and he squeezed my body more tightly, almost to the point of absorbing me outright, merging our sizzling forms into a single, flesh-bound unit. Our lips smeared, and dissolved, and popped onto one another, and I quickly became lost in the series of warm, wet kisses. Saliva flowed between our lips in a constant, steady stream, sloshing from tongue to tongue and back again, the soft pink organs jousting and swirling and pushing into one another, nearly tying together at the tips, and causing my loins to absolutely fucking burn with desire for this meaty monster of a man.

  It didn't take long at all for things to get grabby, or at any rate grabbier than they'd already been up to that point. Mark's hands began to slide from the seat of my pants, and I shivered as I felt the warm, sweaty palms touch down against the tender, fleshy small of my back. Perspiration began to seep from my pores, and trickle down along my spine in streams, as though my vertebrae themselves were melting, and as though I might, at any minute, come collapsing onto the floor like a fucking limp noodle, spineless, devoid of any skeletal structure, held together only by the good graces of my lover's tight embrace. His hands began to slide upward, upward, upward, climbing up to my shoulder blades in a manner that lacked any faint semblance of subtlety, sweeping the fabric of my blouse up around my abdomen in the process, so that my heaving, delicate navel was visible pulsing and dancing with the almost gross intensity of my breath. It was at this point that I began to moan with pleasure, and once again he leaned in to kiss me, as though to somehow absorb the sounds flowing as liquid from my quivering lips. As he stifled me, nearly fucking suffocating me on my own tender cries, I felt the hands on my back radiating toward the center of my shoulders, nimbly undoing the hook of my bra from behind, and burning me to such a tender crisp that I could scarcely remain on my feet any longer.

  It was rather like a magic trick, then, as I felt the scandalous, lacy fabric of the bra being swept down across my flesh, removed from beneath my blouse without him even needing to first denude me of the latter. He held the stripped lingerie before my eyes by the strap, letting it dangle in front of me like a pendulum, before tossing it to the floor, and bringing his hands promptly back up to my chest. I moaned louder than ever as his fingers curled like claws into the soft bodies of my loose, unsupported breasts, the sensations shooting through my body like a fucking drug, and my nipples beginning to tingle furiously at his touch. He pushed the swollen things about on my chest, filling me up with such glorious feelings of pleasure that it nearly boggled comprehension.

  I decided, then
, to give him a bit more direct access to my soft, warm body, and stepped away from him for a moment in spite of my sheer delight at his touch. My fingers curled around the hem of my blouse, and I locked my bedroom eyes onto his as I began to pull the fabric upward. My body practically fucking sizzled with perfection as I peeled the fabric up off of me, letting it melt from my form and come fluttering to the floor in a heap. I stood before him there for a moment, granting him an unadulterated view of my soft, naked torso, my heaving breasts glowing with perspiration at this point, and his eyes seemingly transfixed on the two tender pink pupils of my nipples. Even through the thick denim of his jeans I could see his erection stiffening at the unblemished view of my nude tits, and I swore to God I could see a prominent, dark blue jizz stain beginning to form at the bulge in his crotch.

  I licked my lips at him, and when I thought the lucky bastard had had enough of this, I turned my back to him, leering seductively over my shoulder, and undoing the fly of my jeans. Then, I began to bend my body over at the waist, wriggling out of my pants as I did so, and thrusting my plump ass in his direction in startling three-dimensions. He was nearly salivating at this point at the sight of my whale tail peeking out, and if that weren't enough to overwhelm him in and of itself, he must have practically busted a nut as the denim began to sink down along my thighs, to my knees, all the way down to around my ankles.

  I waited for a moment, showcasing my ass to him in the teeny, insubstantial strip of my thong panties. When it seemed as though he'd had more than enough of his share of this, I proceeded to reach behind my back, and slip out of the sliver of panties as well, letting them fall to the floor, and standing bent over that way, in such a manner that it gave him a crystal, tantalizing view of my splayed anus, as well as the glazed, delicate pecan of my pussy.

  I looked over at him, my breasts hanging toward the ground as I remained doubled over like this, and I could tell that he was beyond the point where he could reasonably take much more of this torment. Before I knew it, he was reaching down, and peeling out of his own clothes, letting the fabric melt up over his chest, and come fluttering to the floor. I chanced a quick glance at his statuesque musculature before he began to saunter over in the direction of my prone form, stepping up behind me, and putting his hands on my waist. Still in his jeans, he pushed his crotch up against my rapidly wettening pussy, grinding up against me with his denim, in such a way that I thought I might collapse beneath his immensity.

  “Ohhh... Ohhh... Ohhh...” I moaned, my mind absolutely reeling with the sensual delight of anticipation, and my limbs trembling as I struggled to remain intact. “Ohhhhh, Goddddd,” I finally managed to spit out, “Go down on me...”

  At this, the amazing Mark cocked an eyebrow at me, but a smirk of satisfaction came spreading across his lips. “Ew, no way... That's gross...” he said, and the instant the words floated into the air I knew he was just teasing me. But, given that I was bent over naked for the bastard, my libido was in no mood to be toyed around with, and I leered over my shoulder at him with fury in my eyes. He just kept on smiling stubbornly, which of course made me want him even more, and I decided then and there that if he wasn't going to go down, then I was sure as hell going to come up...

  I uprighted myself, turning around to face him, and his eyes followed my jiggling breasts as they settled into place. I seized him by the hand, and led him over to the bed like a dog on a fucking leash- my bitch, more precisely...

  The springs creaked beneath the addition of his weight to the mattress, and I draped his body across the bedspread like an additional layer of blankets. I glared lustfully at his succulent body for a fraction of a moment, and then began to crawl up onto the bed beside him, moving my way up, up, up along his body, and rising to my knees. I planted a final kiss on his lips, and then brought his mouth to my tit for a moment, savoring the sinking of his teeth into my nipple and the swirling of his tongue around its perimeter. When he'd had just enough of a taste I pulled away from him, long strands of his saliva banding to my breast and wisping away into nothingness as I rose to my full height.

  I spread my thighs wide, and straddled the sides of his beautiful head, slowly lowering my waist down onto him, and closing my eyes, bracing myself for impact. The last thing I saw was the devilishly hungry Mark opening his jaws wide, and his tongue seeping from his mouth like water. I felt the moist heat of his breath drifting up into my body, and lowered myself down onto him, in five, four, three, two, one...

  I shuddered ferociously.

  His lips dissolved into those of my vagina, wet and tingling and nearly fizzling into oblivion at his touch, sending a tremor of pleasure shooting through every inch of my spine. I moaned loudly, and let my full weight collapse onto his face, his hands on my trembling thighs, and my palms against the wall as a means of supporting myself. I began to writhe, to work my pelvis up against his face so that his tongue was pushed deeper and deeper into my pussy, filling me with sensations that were profane in the most beautiful of senses. His warm, pink organ surged through my own, twisting, turning, doing figure eights, and sweeping across every square inch of the dank pink meat of my cunt. He nibbled playfully on the lips of my vulva, and ventured to bring up a hand into my body as well. He stretched out my twat, and held it wide open, allowing him deeper and deeper access into my body as he nibbled me the fuck to death. Sweat rolled down my body in torrents as he consumed my flesh, and I could feel my thighs beginning to collapse around the sides of his head like a goddamn vice, so that I thought I might end up crushing the poor bastard's skull if this persisted for much longer. He lapped and licked and slurped me into oblivion, flecking his tongue against the tender pink button of my clit, and setting me over the edge with delight.

  I creamed my lights out, trembling against his beautiful face, my body tensing, my fingers fiercely gripping the sweat-soaked tufts of his head as the orgasm coursed through every inch of my flesh. Finally I unleashed him, nearly falling onto the mattress with post-orgasmic exhaustion, my limbs still twitching with aftershock as I lay there helplessly, my tits heaving, my eyelids fluttering almost shut.

  Through the haze of my weariness, I observed Mark stripping out of his jeans, the denim rippling to the floor, and his penis blazing visibly through the fly of his boxer shorts, stained at its throbbing purple tip with an immense, clear glob of pre-ejaculate. He tucked himself back into his underwear, and then peeled these off as well, his cock bouncing like a diving board as he removed the oppressive undies, and his wild red testicles jostling through the air like two basketballs caught together in a net.

  He made his descent onto me, lowering his warm flesh onto my own, and making me quiver with delight as he wrapped me in his arms. I felt his long, hot cock press down against my still heaving abdomen, and felt as though a hot poker was being pressed against the tender flesh of my stomach. I whimpered girlishly, and he leaned into me once more, putting his lips onto mine. There was something supremely erotic about tasting my own pussy still lingering on his tongue, light and tangy and absolutely succulent, making me want to cry with delight.

  He ravished me with kisses, sucking and nibbling on every inch of my flesh. From my lips, he began to chew on the side of my throat, implanting a deep, throbbing hickey onto my neck, and then continuing downwards to my clavicle. He returned once more to my breasts, nursing on me as though suckling for nourishment, the sinking of his teeth into the nipples causing them to grow hard and erect with sensation. And down, down, down he fell, licking my navel, sweeping across the clean shaven swath of my pubic triangle- and yes, once more, going down on me, taking a last few hungry licks of my vagina as though he'd somehow not gotten his fill the first time around.

  This time, he stopped just short of making me cum again, and pulled his mouth away, tugging on the flesh of my cooter as he did so. He let it slip gradually from between his lips, and then removed his mouth from my body altogether, instead placing his hands on my hips, and rolling me over onto my stomach. From here, he lifted
me up onto my hands and knees, which he spread just so that I might best suit his needs.

  With my body in position, I felt the hot, steaming rod of his cock, placed vertically within the crack of my ass- not penetrating me just yet, but teasing me, sweeping his immense penis up, up, up, down, down, down, so that I began to shiver with anticipation as his jizz seeped into my body in a clear, thick stream.

  Finally, he reared back, and I braced myself. He waited a moment, and then plunged himself into me, making my tightly clamped eyelids spring wide open. His engorged tip melted into the lips of my twat like a knife through warm butter, and then sank further into me, inch by inch by agonizing inch of his cock being injected into my flesh, cleaving me down the center, and filling me up so thoroughly that I could scarcely contain him.

  At long, long last, I felt him touch down inside me, and I could feel the sweat drenching my skin, rolling down along the contours of my body in rivulets. Then he reared back, holding steady in order to torture me, and then plunging back inside, commencing to fuck me in earnest.

  That bastard tore me the fuck to pieces...

  He plowed me like a fucking sailor on shore leave, grinding that sharp spade of his cock into my pussy with such ferocity that it nearly tore me to shreds, grinding and pumping, squeezing, pushing, drilling through my innermost corridors, our wet, pounding genitals slapping loudly together, KLAP, KLAP, KLAP, KLAP, KLAP, KLAP, and his swinging testicles smacking so violently around that they occasionally chanced to pop into the splayed fleck of my anus.

  Finally, at long, long, long last, he careened into my body one final time, and held himself there, his penis throbbing to a head, and setting the two of us irrevocably over the edge. I screamed, and felt the entire world disappear as he began to ejaculate into me. Pulse after pulse of his hot, steamy cum came spurting into my pussy in torrents, filling me up inside, and causing me to explode with sensation. My second orgasm of the evening came ripping through my body like a storm, leveling me to a pulp, and leaving me so tensed with sensation that by the time it was over, I collapsed onto the bed practically on the spot.