Men of the House: A MMF Romance

by Abby Angel

  Daniel starts to thrust hard, Colt’s hands holding me by the waist as I’m fucked at a vicious pace. I buck my hips at Daniel too, moving them in such a way that my ass keeps grinding against Colt’s cock as well. His thickness is laid flat above my ass crack and, as I move, I squeeze it between my cheeks, stroking him with my ass as he breathes deeply against my ear.

  I let the ebb and flow of pleasure take control of my body, eager moans on my wet lips as I rock my body back and forth. I keep going like that until it becomes almost unbearable—squeezed between two perfect men, my skin feeling their maddening pressure, I let go. I lean against Daniel’s shoulder, and I can’t stop myself from biting on it as my whole body starts to thrash against their bodies in a mind numbing orgasm.

  “This is… so… good...” I moan, feeling as lightheaded as if I was high. Well, not as if—I’m actually high… High on Daniel and Colt, that is. “More,” I tell them, my hunger for them growing and growing.

  “You ask… You get,” Colt whispers, his lips brushing against my ear. He pulls me into him, turning me around and locking me on his embrace. I hear Daniel’s cock popping out of me with a wet sound, but I don’t even have the time to react. With his hands on my waist, Colt just takes two steps forward, pushing me back, and pins me against the wall.

  We kiss savagely, our mouths filled with a hunger for each other. Daniel comes to us, and I immediately dart my hand toward his cock, grabbing it and stroking it in abandonment. I jerk him hard as he squeezes my breasts; wanting to feel him in my lips as well, I pull back from Colt and start kissing Daniel. With one hand on my brother’s chest, I push him back and then fall down to my knees: there’s something I want to do. Grabbing both their cocks, I take them to my mouth, licking their delicious shafts as I keep moving my hands up and down.

  I pull on their cocks, pressing their tips together, and then I wrap my lips around them, sucking eagerly. I close my eyes as their salty flavor hits me, both their scents mixing to create the most aphrodisiac perfume I have ever known. God, if I didn’t want to keep fucking, I’d just suck them dry right now and allow them to cum all over me, their semen dripping down my skin.

  Oh, I guess that’s still going to happen, just not yet.

  I get back up to my feet and turn my back to them, a devious grin on my lips. I place my feet apart and rest both my hands on the wall, jutting my ass back at them. I feel one hand swatting me there, hard enough to leave a red mark, and I grit my teeth as Colt brushes two fingers under my ass and over my drenched pussy.

  “Can you really take more?” Colt asks, teasingly whispering it into my ear.

  “You know me,” I reply. “I’m always ready for more.”

  “That’s our girl,” Daniel says, looking at Colt and I as if he’s completely hypnotized by the scene. With a devious grin on his lips, he just looks at Colt and assumes his positions behind me. “Now… I need that pussy,” he whispers, his words making my insides clench in anticipation.

  I grin at them both, a shiver going up my spine as Daniel slides his cock between my legs, pressing its head against my pussy. I breathe in as he thrusts, his cock ramming me furiously. His thighs are slapping against my ass, flesh on flesh, lust coating our bodies.

  I start screaming as the fury of his pounding turns into electric delight, my body wrapped tight in a blanket of pleasure. At the same time, Colt slides his hands down my stomach and starts rubbing my clit with fast moving circles. In unison, they bring me to the edge and throw me into an abyss of pure ecstasy; I scream so hard the whole hotel has probably heard it. And who cares anyway?

  “I want…” I start to say, but I’m breathing so hard that I can barely get the words out. “I need…”

  “Tell us,” Daniel whispers, and Colt finishes the sentence. “Yeah, ‘sis. Tell us what you want, and we’ll give it to you…” His words have a soothing effect on me and, after taking a deep breath, I finally manage to say what’s on my mind.

  “Both of you… I want both of you.” I pry my eyes open, looking from one to the other, and I can see they’ve finally understood what I want. I want them both, just like we did before, and so that’s exactly what I tell them. “I want you to fuck me… At the same time.”

  Before they can say a thing, I let out a small chuckle and take both men by the hand, guiding them back to the bed. Once there, I push Daniel down on the mattress and he falls willingly, opening his arms wide as a delicious grin takes over his face.

  I climb on top of him with cat-like movements, straddling him as I reach for his huge cock with one hand. My heart is beating totally out of control; I've never done anything quite like this, but I just take another deep breath and prepare myself mentally for what’s to come.

  “Come here… Daddy,” I purr at Daniel, looking back at him over my shoulder. He closes the distance with two quick strides, and I purse my lips as my eyes fall on his cock, realizing that I have no earthly idea on how all these inches of pure raw pleasure are going to fit inside my ass. Well, one step at a time, right?

  Raising my hips from the mattress, I guide Colt’s cock to between my thighs and, after brushing its tip up and down my folds, I just lower my thighs and impale myself on his shaft. I close my eyes as I feel him sliding in, his thickness once again stretching me so wide fireworks go off behind my shut eyelids.

  When I feel all of his inches buried deep inside of me, I bend over and give Daniel a nice view of my ass. I make the effort to look back at him, and my heart skips a beat as I see him climbing on the bed and angling his cock down toward me.

  Here we go, all or nothing.

  I choke down a moan as Daniel starts brushing his cock up and down over my crack, and a shiver goes up my spine every time I feel the tip of his enormous member going over my hole. Then, when he finally starts pushing his cock against my asshole, I can’t control myself and just let out a wild moan. Inch by slow inch, he drives his shaft deep into me.

  “You want it…” Daniel whispers against my ear, leaning into me as I feel his cock throbbing against my insides.

  “And we give it…” Colt finishes Daniel’s sentence, placing one arm around my neck. His words are still echoing inside my mind when he starts to thrust, his shaft sliding in and out of my pussy. Daniel starts thrusting at the same time, my mind burning as I feel my inner walls stretching to accommodate him.

  “Oh, God… This is… This…” I can’t even start to describe it, so I just resort to moaning again. The sound of my voice guides me into a dreamlike state, one where pleasure reigns supreme. All I can feel right now is my body burning up, their enormous cock ravaging me in such a way that I can’t help but wonder why we haven’t done this before. This is simply too good.

  They keep on thrusting until I can’t take it anymore: both my pussy and ass start tightening up around their shafts, and I feel ecstasy building up inside of me, charging me up like a battery.

  “Don’t stop, don’t stop,” I beg them as they fuck me relentlessly, their cocks completely obliterating any semblance of rationality inside of me. “Don’t --” This time, there are no more words.

  Ecstasy finally explodes, its shockwave forcing a loud and violent scream to claw its way up my throat. I scream until my throat feels raw, and then I keep on screaming until my vocal chords finally give up on me.

  But they keep on thrusting; even though pleasure is consuming me whole, Daniel and Colt keep on giving me their all. Their thrusts keep the fire of pleasure stoked and, as tight as I am right now, everything feels so much better.

  I do my best to endure the way they’re fucking me, and it doesn’t take long for the storm of pleasure to come for me once more. The last orgasm is still biting at the edges of my mind when a new one explodes inside me.

  “OH GOD!” I cry out, all my strength leaving me at once. I collapse on top of Colt’s body and, this time, they finally stop thrusting. Moving slowly and with care, Daniel slides out of me and I just roll to the side, making Colt’s cock pop out and sprawling m
yself on the mattress.

  I take a deep breath, but I know that we’re not done. Not yet; it seems that every time we’re together, the three of us, that there’s always a new barrier to crush. And that’s exactly what I want to happen.

  I make an effort to go on all fours again, and I bite on my lower lip while looking back over my shoulder at Daniel. He’s still on his knees, his thick cock standing up, and he closes in on me.

  “Again?” he asks me, hooking his fingers on my hips.

  “Again,” I say, locking eyes with Colt at the same time. “But this time… I want something, and I think that you two know what I’m talking about.” They exchange a glance as I speak, and I can tell that they know exactly what I’m saying. “Do it…” I whisper, my voice heavy with anticipation.

  Without saying a word, Colt sits up on the bed and, swinging his legs over the edge, stands up. He goes around the bed, positioning himself behind Daniel, and then grins at me.

  “Is this what you want?” he asks me, his lips close to Daniel’s ear. My stepfather’s cock twitches as Colt speaks, and a shiver goes up my spine as his shaft brushes against my ass.

  “That’s what we want,” I shoot back, and he just grins and runs his fingers down Daniel’s back. I keep my eyes glued to him as he caresses Daniel’s cheeks, running one finger over his crack. Then, grabbing his own cock, he starts brushing it in an up and down motion.

  That’s when Daniel chooses to push his cock inside of me again, its tip stretching me once more at it slides in. I gasp as I feel his long inches in me again, closing my eyes as my brain goes through an overload of pleasure.

  “So tight,” Daniel whispers, and I open my eyes just in time to see Colt placing both hands on our stepfather’s hips.

  “Tight is exactly the word I was looking for,” Colt says, and then he starts sliding his cock inside of Daniel’s ass. He moves slowly, his thrust a maddening crescendo, and only stops when his whole length is inside of Daniel.

  “Now it’s a party,” I say, and the words have just left my mouth when Colt slides his cock out and then thrusts as hard as he can. Daniel grits his teeth, hissing as an expression of raw pleasure takes over his face. Matching the rhythm of Colt’s hips, he starts to fuck my ass as well, and I just let my head fall and close my eyes, my hair cascading down my shoulders.

  “This… is… perfect…” I moan between thrusts, the pleasure the three of us are feeling blending and turning into a perfect storm. I let the sound of flesh on flesh drown all my other senses, and it doesn’t take long for me to come again.

  I explode with a scream, and it claws up my throat so harshly that I have no idea how I’m still breathing. My body falls forward, Daniel’s cock popping out of my ass in a fraction of a second, and I just lay on the mattress in a lump, twitching and trembling in a feverish state.

  On the verge of passing out—this time for good—I roll to my back and open my eyes. Daniel is now the one on his knees, and Colt is behind him, thrusting so hard that beads of sweat are dripping down his forehead. His lips are pursed and his smart eyes are focused on Daniel’s body, an expression of wild joy and abandonment deepening the soft creases in his face.

  Without even getting up, I just reach for Daniel’s cock and start to stroke him as Colt fucks him. My hands move back and forth at a gentle pace, but that’s enough for Daniel’s cock to spasm slightly against my fingers, a groan exploding on his lips.

  “I’m close, I’m so fucking close,” he says, and I let go of his cock at once. I take a moment, my lungs making a mighty effort to keep the air flowing, and then I prepare myself for the grand finale. It’s time now.

  Summoning whatever strength there’s still in me, I sit up on the bed and then climb out of it, kneeling on the floor.

  Breathing hard, Colt slides his cock out of Daniel’s ass, and then both men follow after me, climbing down from the bed and standing up over me, their cocks pulsing as hard as they ever have. With a wanton smile, I take my hands to their pulsing members and start stroking them, ready to drive them over the edge. It doesn’t take long; no more than ten strokes in and I feel their cocks twitching abruptly.

  Daniel cums first, a white rope of semen hitting me square in the face. Not one second after that, Colt gushes into me, warm strands of semen hitting me on the mouth; I have to lick my lips dry, scooping up a few drops of it into my mouth. In a torrent, their cum keeps gushing all over me, dripping down my face and chest. I open my mouth wide, allowing for it to land on it and coat my tongue as well.

  I take my hands to my cum-covered breasts, squeezing and massaging them while I mix their semen, their gooey juices covering my skin. I rub their cum all over my chest and tits, and then brush my fingers over my face, my skin feeling slick and glistening.

  When I realize what I’m doing, I’m already scooping thick strands of cum with my fingertips. My eyes jump eagerly from Daniel to Colt as I place my fingers inside my mouth, sucking them dry while their cocks give their last and final spasms.

  I get up, my skin prickling as all that semen drips down between my thighs. I lean into Daniel, kissing him on the lips, and then do the same with Colt. They don’t flinch at their own taste; they simply embrace it. Kissing them both, I let their cum blend inside my mouth, one final and unique flavor coating my tongue.

  “Well…” I whisper, looking from one to the other. “I guess this gives a whole new meaning to what a family really is.” Colt grins in response, his lips glistening from the semen, and Daniel reaches for me, softly stroking my cheek with the back of his hand.

  “You’ve made us a real family, Karen.”

  “You did,” Colt agrees, and I can’t find the right words for a moment such as this.

  They’ve said it all; we’re a real family now.

  22

  Karen

  Epilogue

  “Dinner’s ready,” Daniel shouts from the kitchen, and I open one eye lazily, stretching my arms and sitting up on the couch. I yawn, looking at the clock on my phone and realizing that I must’ve fallen asleep. And these two didn’t even bother to wake me up; they just went right ahead and got dinner ready while I was asleep. It sure feels good to be treated like a princess; that much is for sure.

  I run one hand through my hair, tidying it up, and then go up to my feet and walk to the kitchen. Daniel is down on one knee, taking something out of the oven, and Colt is busy uncorking a bottle of red wine, a small kitchen towel draped over his shoulder.

  “You two look lovely,” I tell them, gently smiling, and Colt grabs the towel on his shoulder and throws it at my face. I move out of the way quickly, avoiding it, but by the time I turn my attention back to Colt he’s already on me, his hands on my waist.

  “No, you look lovely,” he whispers, looking into my eyes with more than just lust; there’s love there.

  “She does look lovely,” Daniel says, coming up to us and placing one hand on my waist and the other on Colt’s. “And do you know what else looks lovely? Dinner.”

  “Agreed, I’m starving,” I tell them, pulling back from their embrace and ambling down to the table. The plates are already there, red napkins neatly folded under the cutlery and the open bottle of wine sitting on the center.

  It’s been like this every day for the last year. Since we saw my mother for the last time, we finally became a real family. Sure, the three of us always end the day by fucking to exhaustion, and that makes us a rather unusual family, but a family nonetheless. And a happy one.

  I serve the tray-baked chicken Daniel cooked for us as Colt pours the wine, and there’s a moment of silence as we look into each other’s eyes. I smile, and God, this last year it seems there’s always a smile on my face.

  I could tell you that we moved to Paris or something, or that we live in a huge palace and own private jets and all that. But it’s nothing like that, really: we live in the same old house, and our daily routine is a simple one. Yeah, we splurged on a huge bed for the master bedroom, but that’s about it. />
  You see, it’s not about the money or living large. Even though Daniel, with the help of Colt and yours truly, eventually managed to turn the family business around, we never felt the need to act like millionaires or whatever. We have our investments, and all that money in the bank, but we barely think of it. Really, I’m not joking.

  We realized that, as long as we remain together, nothing else matters. We have love and that’s enough, right? Sure, alright, I’ll admit it; having a few million in the bank doesn’t hurt, yeah. But that’s just an afterthought.

  Last I heard of my mother, she was being chased by the federal authorities because of fraudulent business dealings. They never actually found her, and our working theory is that she fled to some backwater country in Europe, which I’m fine with. As long as she remains out of our lives, I don’t care about what happens to her.

  “Are you okay?” Daniel asks, reaching across the table and placing his hand on top of mine. “You’re awfully quiet.”

  “I was just thinking. This is nice, isn’t it?” I ask, looking from Daniel to Colt with a soft smile on my lips.

  “What?” they both ask me, almost at the same time.

  “Just being here. Together.”

  “Is it,” they reply, once again saying it almost in unison. I reach for my glass and take a sip out of the wine, allowing its oak and cinnamon taste to coat my tongue. This is what happiness is all about, these small moments of joy and family. The small things usually are the most important ones, don’t you think?

  We finish dinner, and one more bottle of wine, and then I take the lead on cleaning up. They protest, of course, but since they were the chefs for the night, it’s only logical that I’m the one washing the dishes.

  I’m standing by the dishwasher, finishing it off, when I feel Daniel’s warm breath on my neck, his hands settling comfortably on my hips.

  “You know, you look so fucking sexy with that apron on,” he whispers into my ear. I turn on my heels to face him, my heart skipping a beat as I feel his body pressed against mine. Placing one hand on his chest, I slide it down to his belt and then further down to his crotch. His cock’s already hard, straining against the fabric of his jeans and pushing back on my fingers.