Two Bad Groomsmen_An MFM Menage Romance

by Sierra Sparks

  “Make yourself at home”, she suggests. “Don’t want you to get all of those clothes dirty.”

  I nod my head, still smiling uncontrollably. “I read ya loud and clear.”

  Heeding her suggestion, I start to slowly strip until I’m down to my underwear; a pair of tight black boxer briefs. I sit down across from Kayla and stare into her eyes as she dips a strawberry in the hot chocolate. Pursing her lips, she blows the heat from the chocolate dipped fruit, and sucks on the tip before taking a soft, slow bite.

  “You’re enjoying yourself aren’t you”, I chide, my face warmly lit by the candles.

  “Aren’t you having fun”, she asks with a smile, already knowing my answer. “I’ve been looking forward to this all day.”

  “I have, too”, I admit. “You’re the highlight of my day, even when I don’t get to see you. I just have to think about you and my mood is instantly lifted. Plus, I didn’t know this was going to be a sexy dinner, so that was a pleasant surprise.”

  I take one strawberry from the pile next to the pot and grab its stem to dip it in the chocolate. As I try to take it out, the stem rips, leaving the berry floating in the bubbling brown sauce. Kayla’s eyes and smile widen as she watches me drop it.

  “Butterfingers, huh?”

  I sit back to properly laugh at my minor fuckup, and watch as Kayla retrieves my treat with her spoon.

  “Y’know, I’m pretty hungry but I don’t think strawberries will do the trick”, I tell Kayla.

  Her smile fades, thinking she’s disappointed me by not making more food.

  She hurriedly picks up her phone and says, “I can get us some take-out. I’m sorry.” She apologizes some more, but I quiet her with one finger on her mouth.

  “I’m not hungry for food”, I tell her, trying to convince myself that that isn’t partly true.

  To calm her concerns, I lift my finger from her lips and get on all fours to crawl on the floor to her. Underneath the table, I find myself face to face with Kayla’s bare pussy being partly hidden by her knees. I grab her knees and push them away from each other, revealing her womanhood to me. Despite being unable to see the top half of her body, I feel her becoming relieved that she hadn’t ruined our weekly date, and enjoying my presence between her legs.

  Once I start licking her lips, she presses her thighs against my cheeks and runs her fingers through my hair, but also holding my head gently in place. I can hear her moaning my name already, followed by more wetness oozing out onto my tongue. I place her legs over my shoulders and move my hands up to play with Kayla’s tits. She helps me by untying her apron, and letting her breasts out into the open.

  I slide one finger inside her until I’m knuckle deep in her.

  “Looks like you’re ready”, I said feeling the wetness of her vaginal walls.

  She whimpers, “Take me, Zach. Please. I want you to use me. Don’t worry about my needs, just use me however you want. I want to make you feel good.”

  From under the table, I push her chair back until I can comfortably stand up. Seeing how immobilized Kayla is from my soft tongue fucking, I pick her up and throw her over my shoulder. I walk her over to the living room, when I hear her whisper something in my ear.

  “Harder than ever. Please. Make me yours.”

  “Mm. Okay.”

  Instead of laying her on the couch, I lay Kayla down on the floor. I put my hand on her stomach, gently pushing her so her back flat against the floor. She watches me lean over her body, leaving a trail of kisses down her body. She re-opens her legs for me, and pulls me in with her feet. My cock lays against her folds as I place my hands on both sides of her to stabilize myself. Kayla holds on to shoulders as I push my body further forward, my tip grazing her core.

  Harder than ever. Please. Make me yours.

  I can do that.

  I feel her nails digging into my shoulders as I slowly enter her until I’m balls deep. I pull my cock out almost all the way slowly, and go back in just as slow, to prepare her for the thrashing she’s about to receive.

  After some gentle thrusts, I look deep into Kayla’s eyes, brown as the chocolate in the fondue pot, and begin entering her with more power. The impact of our skin slapping against each other fills the apartment, making her moan in ecstacy. Now, it’s time to fulfill her wishes and fuck her harder than I had before.

  My cock slid out of her without warning, and whilst she was in a confused state, I flipped Kayla around. I hold down her wrists as I snake my penis between her cheeks and back inside the warmth of her pussy. Her legs brace tightly each time my cock humps deeper into her, each thrust harder and more forceful than the last.

  “YES”, she screams, slurring each syllable, “JUST LIKE THAT!”

  I hear her breathing becoming labored as I continue fucking her, hearing her gasp for air every time the base of my cock is pressed against her rim. I lean forward to groan in her ear, telling her how good her tight little pussy feels around my cock.

  For the next ten minutes, all Kayla feels is the intense sensation of her pussy being powerfully stretched out. Being faced down, she can only see my hands holding down hers. All she can hear is the resonating slap of her asscheeks against my body. Her entire body clenched around my cock, lost in my savagery. I feel myself close to finishing, and instinctively lean closer to her.

  “Here it comes”, I warn her.

  A shocked gasp escapes her lips as she feels my cock jerk inside of her, sending warm spurts of cum deep inside her.

  I fall back and watch my milky seed drip down from her crevice onto her living room floor. She laughs as she tries to get up using her quivering, exhausted arms. I make my way back towards the dining room table and sit down to partake in some of the dessert I deserted. I dipped another strawberry into the chocolate and took small bites from it as Kayla crawled on her knees towards me. She sits on the floor and looks up at me while I enjoy the sweetened fruit.

  “Can I have some”, she asks.

  “Only if you close your eyes.”

  She shuts her eyes and opens her mouth. I run my fingers through her hair and push her face closer to her treat. Knowing exactly what was up my sleeve, Kayla opens her mouth wider than need be if she were receiving a strawberry. Having my plan foiled, I decide to throw her a curveball and surprise her with an actual strawberry. She chuckles as she devours her treat, keeping her eyes closed, and without permission grabs a hold of my cock.

  “Those strawberries are good, but I want something… yummier”, she moans.

  She pulls her head up and traces my shaft with her tongue, flicking the tip. Her lips reach the head of my cock and she starts to flick her tongue side to side in her mouth, stimulating the most sensitive part of my penis, the underside area right below the head.

  Kayla opens her lips and rolls her tongue all over the head of my cock. I look into her not-so innocent eyes and watch her enjoy my manhood. She engulfs my dick completely, and repeating the same motion with her tongue. My cock twitches wildly as she does this. The satisfaction that ran through my body made me throw my head back, almost as if my soul was escaping my body. When I looked back down at Kayla, her lips were at the base of my shaft, my cock completely inside of her, hitting the back of her throat.

  I feel my cock grow bigger and harder as she sucks with much vigor. With each stroke, I feel my cock loading up a second discharge. Watching her uninhibit herself all over my cock, I find myself surprised at Kayla taking control. Clearly, she loves to be dominated, but I found myself wildly attracted to her dominant side. I enjoy the sight of her stuffing her mouth with cock while she plays with herself.

  By some sort of sexual miracle, my second load shot out of me at the same time Kayla’s thighs started to quiver from the ultimate pleasure. Sexual liquids spilled from her mouth and her pussy.

  She swallowed all of the cum in her mouth and fell back with her legs open. My eyes were transfixed on her pussy, still replete with a clear, white plasma. I grabbed one of the strawberries from
the table and dragged it across Kayla’s wet orifice. Having scooped up a good amount of fluids from her, I eat the strawberry, enjoying the tart taste of the fruit and the sweetness from Kayla’s insides.

  “You’re delicious.”

  Chapter Ten - Kayla

  A month and a half of my life have gone and passed.

  That chunk of time flew by me faster than I expected, but it’s for the best. In that time, I’ve gained 15 pounds of pure muscle. My body is looking better than it ever has, and my mood has improved with and maybe because of it.

  During this time working out and improving my life, I’ve also fallen deeply in love with Zach. And as much as I was enjoying this, I was starting to think that I had become distracted from my goal. My transformed appearance, my budding relationship, it distracted me. Until I got a call from Zach.

  “You have to come over. I don’t want to open it without you”, he tells me. He goes on to explain that he had submitted an application for me behind my back last week. “I had to! Once I knew you were serious about it, I went ahead and filled everything out, letter of recommendation and all, to surprise you. Surpriiise”, he sings weakly.

  The thunderous beating of my heart was the only thing that existed at this moment.

  In Zach’s hand lies the key to a possible future. The only future I want. One where my father can be truly proud of me. But that letter has an equal chance of starting with the phrase, “We regret to inform you…”

  “Do you want me to open it for you”, Zach asks. “I really think you should do the honors.”

  If I have been accepted, I’d love to have Zach by my side to celebrate. And it would also be best if he was with me, if I haven’t been accepted.

  “I’ll be there in 10”, I inform him.

  I race from my apartment to his, thinking of what being accepted into the police academy would mean for me. It’s been 3 years since I was in high school and I haven’t been in any school-like setting since. With all the hard work I’ve done physically, I believe I’ve adopted some healthy habits that would help me in a school setting, but negative thoughts still permeate through the positive ones.

  Zach meets me out in the hallway with the letter in hand. He gives it to me, and eagerly waits for me to answer.

  I hold the envelope in my hands, aggressively crinkling the sides.

  “Kayla, you alright”, Zach asks inching his head towards me, looking incredibly worried.

  Shooting my gaze from the unopened letter to Zach, I take a deep sigh, and share a hopeful look with him. “Here we go.”

  Carefully, I tear the right side of the envelope and slide the letter out from it.

  “Hey”, Zach says as he places his comforting hands on my face, “no matter what, we can always try again. Got it?”

  I nod my head, feeling a wide array of emotions at once. Fear of failure. Hopefulness. A mix of excitement and nausea. Uncertainty. But in one swift motion of dramatic letter opening, all of those emotions melted into one. One of victory.

  “Ms. Kayla Thomas. On behalf of the admission board and management, I feel immense pleasure to inform you--”

  Before finishing that first sentence, Zach expels a triumphant scream and lifts me up off the ground, kissing my face repeatedly. “HELL YES, KAYLA, YOU DID IT!”

  I feel as though I’ve been impaled by a harpoon of happiness, barely able to keep myself upright despite being held up by Zach’s muscular arms. I could hardly emote. My mouth doesn’t know how to form a smile, even though that’s all it wants to do. Once Zach lowers me back to Earth, my knees nearly give out. I use his kitchen counter to hold myself up and breathe properly.

  “Holy shit. I did it. I don’t.. Wasn’t I supposed to take a physical test?”

  Zach clears his throat and admits to me that there will be a physical test in the future, but that it wasn’t actually had no bearing on whether or not I’d be admitted. “I was just getting you prepared for the hard labor you’ll be doing once you’re there”, he confesses. “And there’s the bonus that you now look better than ever before.”

  Even at this emotional peak, Zach’s words ring through me, making my smile beam even brighter.

  “I couldn’t have done it without you, Zach. You helped me when I really needed you and… I can’t thank you enough, really.”

  With one elongated sigh, the mood of the conversation shifts.

  “It’s my pleasure but now that you’ve been accepted, there is some stuff we have to talk about, regarding what’s going on between us”, he says trying to divert his eyes.

  Instantly, all of my excitement was drained out of my body.

  “Is it okay if we talk about it now”, he asks.

  I shrug. “Might as well.”

  The short-lived celebration now moved to Zach’s living room where we sat opposite of each other. He stared down at his feet, unable to bring himself to start the conversation it was his idea to have in the first place.

  “Well”, I pry. “What is it?”

  “Here’s the thing. It’s very likely that you’ll be in one or some of my classes. I work with a lot of the rookies”, Zach groans.

  I scoff. “You’re saying that like it’s a bad thing.”

  “It’s not a bad thing”, he immediately replies. “It’s just that, if we’re going to be seen together in a setting where we both have to act professional, maybe it’d be best if we acted as if we weren’t involved in any way. So we’d just be two people on the same campus. Nothing more.”

  He finally makes eye contact with me as he finishes speaking. I watch him tighten all of his muscles to prepare himself for my retort. It’s hard to think of something to say while I register what exactly he’s suggesting. He wants to disregard the month of growth we’ve shared.

  Zach raises his hands as if I were about to attack him. “Look, before you get any ideas, it’s not because I don’t want to be seen as a couple with you. I mean… It just wouldn’t look good for someone in a position of power like myself to be dating a new member of the force. I just don’t want to put my job in jeopardy to be with you. And I don’t want to put my relationship with you in jeopardy to continue doing my job. I just think that for your sake and mine, that we should keep our relationship a uh, secret, for lack of a better word.”

  What he’s saying makes sense. I knew from the beginning that the chances of having to interact with Zach on campus were very high and that we’d have to act like professionals. And while, I’m not particularly fond of having our relationship be a secret, there is something enticing about keeping a dirty secret between us that’s unbeknownst to everyone around us.

  “Fine. That’s something I can agree to that”, I admit. “But… would we be seeing each other less?”

  We both ponder this question for a moment.

  Zach answers first, “As a couple, yes. We’d probably only be able to see each other on Friday nights. Or maybe not as often. We’ll have to work out separately. But we’ll be seeing each other every day we’re on campus. Whenever I don’t see you now it’s because I’m on campus, and now you’ll be there, too.”

  This seems agreeable. Not the best situation or the one I’d prefer, but if I don’t agree to these terms, I’d be putting up an obstacle for myself that would keep me from becoming a police officer like Dad.

  “When do you start”, Zach asks me.

  Opening the letter once more, I answer, “This Monday. Yikes. What is that, four days from now?”

  We nod our heads mindlessly, realizing we only have one Friday left before our date nights become more sparse, and our relationship is swept under the proverbial rug.

  “So maybe we should take advantage of the time we have before Monday, huh”, I suggest.

  “How exactly would we go about that, I wonder”, Zach says coyly.

  Without exchanging any more words, he leads me to his bedroom and quickly strips. He tries to push me down, but I hold onto his shoulders, sending us both onto his bed. I roll on top of Zach and hol
d his hands down.

  “I’m the boss tonight. Alright?”

  “Alright”, he mutters quietly.

  Zach stares at me, starstruck as I take on the dominant role; something I’m not in the least bit familiar with. Without much foreplay, it was a bit difficult getting Zach’s throbbing cock inside of me, but once I’m able to get the head of his cock in me, the shaft isn’t much trouble. I place both of my hands on Zach’s chest, and slam my pelvis down his. I feel his penis twitch inside of me. He loves this. He doesn’t have to say it, his penis told me everything. I ride his cock hard, growing to appreciate it with each motion. Though inexperienced, I made up for my shortcomings with enthusiasm.