Rules For Spanking: MMF Bisexual Romance

by A. Anders

  As Axle’s tongue danced in his mouth, Tyler was pulled out of the wonder as another pair of hands reached under his shirt and around onto his chest. These hands were smaller and softer and knew exactly what he liked. When a pair of soft familiar lips landed on his neck, his cock twitched with excitement. The two people he desired most were working him from both sides.

  Leah went straight to work undressing Tyler. First, she pulled his tee shirt over his head and then pulled down his shorts. After stepping out of them, Tyler felt Leah disappear for a second, but when she returned, she pressed her lean, young naked body against his back.

  Reaching one hand onto his daddy and the other back on Leah’s ass he caressed the two. Their two skins were so different. One was rippling and rough, the other was smooth and soft. Tyler knew it to be the best of both worlds.

  When Leah smeared something cold onto his hole, it didn’t prepare him fully for when her finger pushed in. She had never done that before and when feeling sent butterflies through his body, he groaned. When his cock also twitched in response, it crossed swords with his daddy’s for the first time. Enraptured by the feeling, his daddy took a tighter grip on his head and sunk his tongue deeper.

  After Leah had gotten one finger into his ass, she massaged it around. It was unlike anything he ever felt. And when she slipped two fingers in, he took a sharp breath. Melting on her fingertips, he kissed his daddy harder. It wasn’t until she stuck three fingers into his ass that he reached back to pull them out.

  “Relax,” Leah said whispering in his ear as if she was again teaching him.

  Tyler relaxed his ass and let go her hand. Once Tyler felt that Leah was safely in control, he turned his attention fully to his daddy’s kiss and enjoyed every touch of it.

  When Axle had his fill of his son’s mouth, he pulled his head away and looked deep into his boy’s eyes. Axle desired to once again sink his cock deep into a tight young ass and he looked down at Tyler for what to do next. Axle knew that he could just take him if he wanted and Tyler would never complain. But he wanted more tonight. He wanted Tyler to give himself to him. He wanted Tyler to want him. And when he heard Tyler whisper, “Yes,” he knew the boy was his.

  Grabbing Tyler by the shoulder he spun him around and pushed his son toward the wall. With Leah fingers sliding out of him, he stretched his arms fully bracing himself on the beige painted concrete. And when his daddy slathered his dripping monster cock against his pre-fucked hole Tyler held his breath.

  With Axle’s cock perched on the door to his insides, his daddy pushed.

  “Ahhh!” Tyler screamed feeling what felt like a pole sliding inside of him.

  Never having even imagined something so large in his ass, he threw his head back in painful pleasure. Even with Leah having worked his hole, the cock was still almost too much to stand. It felt wonderful to have his daddy inside of him again, but he could imagine that had he not been massaged by his girlfriend, his daddy’s tool would have ripped him apart.

  “Thank you, Leah,” he whispered too soft for anyone but himself to hear.

  When his daddy’s muscular body laid flat against his back, Tyler’s legs quivered from the pressure on his hole.

  “Uhhh!” he moaned wondering how much more he could take.

  As his daddy pushed and pulled himself into a rhythm, Tyler’s eyes rolled back into his head. He never considered that something could at once bring so much pleasure as it brought pain. And just about to pull himself away from what threatened to overwhelm him, he felt the familiar small hands grab his face. Opening his eyes he found Leah standing between him and the wall. Having seen her boyfriend start to slip away, she placed her lips on his and hoped to revitalize him with a kiss. It worked.

  Getting fucked by his daddy’s monster cock while kissing his girlfriend was more than he could ever imagine. His daddy’s meat was as hard as Leah’s lips were soft and it only became better when Leah reached down and stroked his seven and a half inch hairless boy cock.

  “Yeah!” Tyler moaned still with his mouth full of Leah’s tongue.

  When Leah heard her boyfriend moan, it was clear to her what that meant. He was getting close. And wanting to get a part of his gorgeous large cock, she knew she had to work fast. So letting go of his lips she turned around and fit herself between his cock and the wall. And when her swollen, dripping pussy found his cock, she slipped his throbbing boyhood in.

  “Ohhh!” she moaned already feeling her pussy tremble. Sucking cock with Tyler and then watching the two men go at it had taken her close to the edge. Working her way in as a part of the group was all she needed to send her off the cliff. “Oh yeah,” she moaned again.

  When Axle heard Leah’s moan, he increased his pounding on Tyler’s ass.

  “Fuck!” Tyler screamed, not knowing how much longer he could hold out. His tender head sliding against the inside of her warm glove made his head spin, and the feeling of his daddy’s huge cock being rammed up his ass was knocking him out.

  “I’m gonna cum!” Tyler shouted unable to hold on for another minute. “I’m gonna cum!”

  When Axle heard that, he pounded his son even harder. He wanted to cum together and feeling the pressure build at the bottom of his volcano, he knew there was only a short time before he blew too. And Leah, whose stomach and legs were already quivering, pounded her pussy back onto his cock needing only a few strokes more before she could let go.

  When Tyler’s young nubile body released it was like a river whose damn had broken.

  “Ahhhhhh!” Tyler screamed at the top of his lungs.

  Leah, who was just looking for that last push before she plummeted to the depth below, got it when she felt the insides of her doused with Tyler’s powerful spray.

  “Oooohhhh fuuuccckkk!” she screamed unlike she had ever screamed before.

  And when Axle heard the two of his fuck things bellow their pangs of pleasure, he too burst through showering his largest spray in years.

  “Oh fuck yeeeaaahhh!” Axle screamed twitching his cock more and more until the last of him was emptied into his boy’s tender ass.

  With his daddy still twitching inside of him, Tyler’s body shook uncontrollably. When his daddy cock lifted in his burning ass, it shot a pulse through him that ended on the tip of his own dick. And when his dick flicked inside of Leah, it was like a bolt of electricity through Leah’s nymph body.

  This chain of orgasmic pleasure continued until Leah stood up extracting Tyler’s shrinking cock out of her. With it out, she turned around, stood her boyfriend up and wrapped her arms around him. Holding him, she could still feel his daddy’s chest pressed against his back. She wondered if his cock was still in him and reaching down her tapered fingers she found that it was.

  When Axle’s cock finally slipped out, it was Leah who caught it. She found it heavy even when soft and released it so it could hang.

  No longer connected to his son, Axle stood behind the two not knowing what to do. He no longer feared them using what had happened against him, but having shared what they just had, he wished that there was something more for him than returning to what he now clearly understood was half of a life.

  Axle was about to turn toward the bed when Tyler broke away from his embrace. Turning back to face his son, he looked down as his boy looked up into his eyes. He could see that like himself, Tyler was examining his eyes trying to figure out what he could get away with next. And when Tyler threw his arms around his daddy, his daddy hugged him back.

  Pulling Axle into what was now a group embrace, everyone seemed to have what they wanted. In Axle’s arms, he held the boy who reminded him of the best part of who he was and the girl that helped him remember it. In Leah’s arms, she held the only boy that had ever been so kind to her and the only man that knew and protected her greatest secret. And in Tyler’s arms he had everything he could imagine ever wanting; someone he considered the most beautiful man in the world, and the only woman that accepted him completely for who he was.


  They all held something this night that they never thought they would find. And now that each of them had it, none of them were about to let it go. So when this night ended and their hearts allowed for it, they found themselves back in each other’s arms. This was how they liked it. And having had their taste of acceptance, none of them could imagine living the rest of their lives any other way.

  The end.

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  Now This!

  All authors have their favorite book. What follows is mine. I don’t think I have ever written a book which is funnier, more gripping or more romantic. It’s a page-turner with edge-of-your-seat moments. It has all of the twists and turns of my latest MMF stories and this was the book with which I began to figure out how to write a MMF Bisexual Romance. It is simply my favorite book and I personally think that it’s my best.

  I hope you like it as much as I do. Enjoy!

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  Dying for the Rose

  No guy goes on a TV show like ‘The Bachelorette’ expecting to find love… least of all a man like Ford Stone. Though ruggedly handsome and roguishly charming, a tragic loss closed his heart. But competing against fifteen guys in a romantic tropical setting for the love of the gorgeous bachelorette, Rose Kaitlyn… well, anything could happen.

  At least, that’s what the show producers might have thought when they made Ford a contestant. But Ford isn’t the type of guy who ‘plays along’. He has his own plan; stand in back, poke fun at the love-struck fools and then get eliminated in a week. And that’s exactly what he might have done if he hadn’t stumbled upon two things; an eliminated contestant’s dead body, and the show’s chilling twist.

  Now the producers have a problem; they have no idea who Ford really is. His ‘Ford Stone’ personae is less than five years old. And temporarily shackled by heartbreak, his true self is dangerous and unstoppable. So if Ford can open his damaged heart and win Rose’s love, and Rose’s love heals his wounds, then the sociopathic producers are going to pay.

  But can Ford survive the death defying group dates and the insane contestants long enough to win over Rose? Can Ford uncover Rose’s haunting secret? And with the other guys fighting for Rose’s love just as hard as Ford, will the two fall in love at all?

  With death at every turn, time is running out fast.

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  Dying for the Rose

  Prologue

  I don’t have much experience being chased by tigers, but I do know that when one chases you, you run. So I’m running. And my girlfriend’s running. And do you know how I can tell that my relationship might be over? Because I’m secretly hoping that she’s slower than I am.

  You might ask me how I could hope for such a thing. Who knows? Relationships are complex.

  I will mention, though, that she just moved into my apartment. Funny thing, when she did, she removed all of my stuff and then didn’t tell me where she put it. And sure, I really liked my stuff. But like I said, who knows why I feel the way I do? Relationships are complex.

  Anyway. To celebrate our living together, she suggested that we take a safari. And like when she suggested that we move in together, I agreed. Now, I’m running, she’s running and an adult Bengal tiger is running after us.

  They say that you learn things about the person you’re dating when you vacation together. It’s true. What I’ve learned about Laura is that she is fast. And I’m no slouch. I’ve stayed in shape. So how the hell did she sprint past me five seconds ago? Seriously, she’s like a gazelle.

  But I guess I should be grateful for her speed. Her lead will give her the time to open the Land Rover’s door and climb in. Then, with barely a second to spare, I’ll slide in behind her.

  You know what? I take back everything I thought about Laura. I’m lucky to have a girlfriend like her. I don’t appreciate her enough. From this moment forward, I’ll do better. Because that gazelle is fantastic.

  And how impressed will people be when they hear how we fell in love? “It was when she helped me escape from a tiger,” I’ll say. Then I’ll turn and kiss her like couples do when they’re telling their story. It will be perfect.

  Or more precisely, it would have been perfect. Because there was a minor hitch in our great love epic. And it had to do with what happened after Laura got into the jeep.

  Do you know how they say that traveling together will reveal interesting things about your relationship? Well, the most interesting thing happened as I approached the open door. My girlfriend, Laura, revealed that she didn’t see us having a long life together. And she did it by closing the door behind her, leaving me outside to be eaten by the tiger. Laura has never been much for subtlety.

  Luckily, this moment wasn’t the first time that my life has been in danger. It was an old, familiar feeling. The electricity that prickled my skin, the high-pitched whine in my ears, the dry mouth, the heightened senses, all of it came rushing back.

  I looked behind me at my tiger. I say “my tiger” because I was sure that this tiger was going to kill me, that this was the moment I was going to die. Or… you know what? Maybe not.

  Sure, 400 pounds of rippling muscle was tracking me at 30 miles per hour. But the jeep was right there. Maybe I had just enough time to reach up, open the door, and slide in.

  The problem, though, was that the tiger was close. I could hear it breathing, sending chills down my neck.

  A few more steps and a quarter ton of muscle would be on top of me, mauling me, making Laura the last girlfriend I would ever have. Man, out of everything, knowing that Laura would be my last attempt at love had to be the saddest part.

  No. Screw that. I was gonna live. If a building-sized explosion didn’t kill me, a poorly chosen girlfriend wasn’t going to take me out.

  The tiger was about to pounce when I saw my escape. The windows were up and the roof was on, but the jeep had a fourteen-inch clearance underneath it. I could slide into it feet first and roll.

  I dove. The tiger’s rough paw brushed me. How hadn’t it hooked me? I didn’t know. But for the moment, I was free.

  My tiger, thinking he had me, didn’t slow down. He ran into the door at full speed. The jeep jolted like it had been hit by a car. The collision was deafening.

  The tiger was shaken, but it didn’t stop. It merely backed up and tried again. And unable to crawl under, it reached out its paw and swiped at me.

  Its long arms grabbed me, pulling me towards it. I slid across the dirt until I heard a loud rip. He had clawed my shirt though he missed my flesh. I shimmied further back, racing to get away.

  Surrounded by the smell of diesel and grease, my breath hitched. The smell burned my lungs. I recovered in time to see its paw swipe again. The wind rushed across my face. The toxic fumes were overwhelming. I’ve got to get out of here, I thought.

  My muscles tensed as my eyes darted around the confined space. I could feel the chemicals slowing my thoughts. My reaction time would be next. After that, I would be as good as dead.

  It was then that I had a stroke of luck: Laura started the jeep. My girlfriend’s complete disregard for my safety had offered me an escape.

  Upon hearing the growl of the engine, the tiger jumped back. Watching it move from one side of the jeep to the other, I saw my opening. I could roll out the other side, jump up and get in.

  Sounds like a good plan, right? I thought so. And it probably would have worked if the jeep hadn’t begun to pull away.

  You know, I blame myself for this whole situation. I haven’t been making the best decisions lately. Dating a woman who was clearly trying to kill me was just one of them.

  But seeing my life with a face full of dirt and a rattling engine at my back gave me a new perspective. I saw that my bad decisions had to end. Reconsidering whether the brown stuff on my face was actually dirt, I decided to turn over a new leaf. I would begin by focusing on what was important. Right now, that was my survival.

  The jeep moved forward, but not very quickly. I looked around in search of th
e tiger. It stood crouched at the front left. I shimmied to the right.

  The jeep picked up speed. I kept my eyes locked on the beast as the blazing sun hit my legs. My back was next, followed by my hands and my neck. It wouldn’t be long until nothing stood between myself and the man-eater. Before I knew it, there he was.

  My chest hurt as he turned his massive face towards me. The world was slowing down, and I couldn’t breathe. It was now a race. Could he redirect his 400 pounds faster than I could climb up the back of the jeep?

  As if out of the starting blocks, my body rocketed forward. It would have been impressive if I wasn’t racing a tiger. Because in half the time it took me to get to the jeep, he had contorted his striped body and was charging me.

  I lunged for the ladder as he measured his speed. Just when he sprung towards me, my hand gripped the metal rung. I pulled my torso onto the roof while I felt coarse fur brush against my leg. Was it his paw? His whiskers? I didn’t know.

  I couldn’t think about that now. I had to focus. The jeep was approaching critical speed, and I had to get down and hold on. In seconds, we would be moving too fast for my friend to leap again.

  I couldn’t believe it. As long as no one hit the stop button, I was going to survive. Not even Laura was heartless enough to purposely stop the jeep… was she?

  Miraculously, the jeep never stopped. Was it that Laura still cared about me? Possibly. Could her “not stopping” have more to do with making her spa appointment at the resort? I think that I would have to be pretty cynical to believe something like that.

  I mean sure, she ran to the spa as soon as the jeep parked. And no, she never asked me if I was okay. But it wasn’t like Laura was some type of sociopath. I think I would know if I were dating a sociopath.