Sharing Her: 10 New Erotic MFM Short Stories, page 7
“I’m going to fill your little cunny with my come, Abby. Do you like that? Do you like the thought of my seed leaking out of your pussy? I bet it turns you on, doesn’t it?” he snarls.
“Yes, yes, yes!” I gasp, riding him harder while Harry slams into my ass.
“What would your daddy think of his little girl right now? A cock in her ass and her cunt. What a dirty little slut you are,” he hisses, holding me in place while he thrusts up into me. I can feel Harry starting to lose control behind me, moaning and rutting into me erratically.
“Please, come inside me. I want it. I need it,” I whimper.
Harry’s the first to explode, gripping my hips so tightly it stings while he pumps my ass full of hot, sticky come. A moment later, Professor Black lets out a loud, shuddering groan, shooting his load deep inside my convulsing pussy. Both men caress and kiss me all over as I collapse forward onto the older professor’s chest, heaving and sighing. In the afterglow, they both help me get dressed, kissing and holding me with genuine affection throughout the process. Harry gives me his white t-shirt, which hangs on me almost like a short dress. The silver-haired professor drapes his coat back around me, and the two of them quietly sneak me back out of the building, undetected by my father.
Six months later, it’s safe to say that I couldn’t possibly care less about the sorority I tried to join. After that first night of hazing, I decided the sorority life was just too immature for me. Besides, why in the world would I want to live with a bunch of silly girls when I can live with two sexy, distinguished professors instead?
That’s right. For the past six months, I have been meeting up with Professor Davis and Professor Black in secret. We have fucked each other in the car, in their respective offices, even finding quiet places around campus, right in plain sight. I guess you could say we kind of get off on the sneaking around. For a while, that was enough. Just seeing each other under the cover of night, under the pretense of some lie. Sitting in class, listening to Professor Black talk about Western Civ, giving me that icy blue stare… it was hard to keep pretending we had a normal teacher-student relationship. Harry and I would meet up, too. In coffee shops. In the park. At his house. As soon as the semester ended and I was no longer a student of Professor Black’s, we made it official: all three of us. We began going on real dates, in public places. In the daylight. At first, we still hid it from my parents. After all, my dad would be so betrayed.
Or so we thought. But just a few weeks ago, he retired from his position as head of the history department, and Professor Black took the job. Harry has been hired on as a full-time professor now, and I have decided to study biology.
Which means I am no longer a student of either professor. So finally, just last night, we broke the news to my parents that all three of us are moving in together. Professor Black recently bought a big, three-story Victorian house on the edge of the forest, close to all my favorite hiking trails. It’s a fixer-upper, but the three of us are up to the job. And my parents aren’t even angry! In fact, Daddy is kind of relieved to see that I’m dating two distinguished, brilliant, respectable guys. Sure, it might be a little awkward to see his best friend dating his daughter, but in the end, it’s my decision. I’m old enough and smart enough to know what I want-- and there’s no time to waste, because I’m pregnant! I’m going to have a son, and he will be the luckiest boy in the world, having two amazing fathers to help raise him. It will be a lot of work, being a full-time student and a young mom, but I can’t imagine doing this with anyone else. My two sexy older men are going to take care of me. They love me passionately, and I love them. I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Rocking Her
I can’t believe this is really happening!
My heart races as the bouncer leads me backstage. My ears are still ringing from the blaring music that everyone at the venue was jamming to just a few minutes ago. This band has been changing my life since I turned 18, and now, I’m actually going to meet them in person.
I’m wearing nothing but sandals, short shorts, and a thin white t-shirt that you can see my nipples through. My curly blonde hair is a mess thanks to how much hype the band whipped up on stage, but my pink lipstick is still glossy and perfect. My shining blue eyes are full of excitement, and I just know my cheeks are an even darker pink than my lips.
The sway of my shirt makes my nipples feel excited and stiff--my bra was long gone. I launched it on stage strapped to a tennis ball. I still can’t believe nobody noticed it was me who threw it.
Everything else about tonight has been a disaster. Before the show, I thought my boyfriend was going to pop my cherry in his car to one of their songs, but instead, he dumped me for a job offer in another city. I wanted to cry my eyes out to my friends, but they got distracted by their own guys and left me all alone.
So I said fuck it.
I danced and went crazy in the crowd all on my own, and I had a great time.
I didn’t realize my ticket had a raffle number on it, and I never for a second thought they’d call the number after the show and ask me to come backstage and meet the band.
But when the bouncer pushes the door open and leads be backstage proper, I know this is all real, not some wild dream.
My eyes go wide when I see the four of them standing there, larger than life. Grant McAllister, the vocalist, is standing there with his shock of gorgeous blonde hair and scruffy beard, his signature tattoos crawling up his thick arms from his wrists to his exposed biceps that look even bigger and more defined up close. Next to him is Lee Chambers, the drummer whose forearms look so strong he could pick me up with one hand. He’s as gruff as Grant, with rich, thick, curly brown hair that melds with his beard, and better yet, he’s already shirtless, showing off the elaborate ink that runs from his neck and all down his torso.
Jenna and Tyler Farley are there too, the lead guitarist and bassist respectively--the brunette and redhead have been married for years. They’re great, but Grant and Lee have been on posters on my walls since I first heard the band perform.
And as the bouncer nods to me, I hurry forward, my stomach full of butterflies. What do I even say?! How am I supposed to act? A hundred thoughts race through my head as I nervously present myself before the four…
...and when they all turn to look at me, their reaction couldn’t be more unexpected.
Grant and Lee’s eyes go wide. Grant looks me up and down with ravenous eyes, and my face goes red as a cherry when I see Lee’s face split into a wolfish grin.
“Um...hi!” I say. I can’t think of a single other thing to say.
“Hey,” Grant says in a voice as smooth as silk and thick as smoke. “If you’re lost, don’t worry, you’re in the right place now.”
My stomach does a somersault, and I bite my lip.
Jenna rolls her eyes. “She won the raffle, dickhead, she’s here to meet us.”
“Oh!” Grant says, chuckling. It’s kind of a relief to see him taken off-guard, but he and Lee are so tall that they still seem to dominate the room, no matter what. Grant steps forward and sticks out a hand.
“Well then, congrats. I’m Grant, this is Lee, Jenna, and Tyler. Been a fan long?”
“Oh my god,” I say, hardly able to contain my excitement as I feel Grant’s massive hand cover mine and shake it before I shake everyone else’s. “I-I-I...yeah! I’m Stacy. I’ve been a fan since high school!”
“She sounds almost as starstruck as you two,” Tyler says, chuckling. He puts his arm around Jenna, and the two give each other a knowing look. “Hey, Stacy, me and Jenna are going to hit the bar, think you’ll be okay getting to know Grant and Lee a little better?”
I don’t know if my face can get any redder.
“Y-yeah, that sounds good,” I say, and Grant and Lee can’t keep the grins off their faces as they look me up and down.
I can’t believe this. I’ve heard about how bands like to get a little friendly with fans after the shows like this, but I always thought it was kind of an exaggeration.
“Those two will be a while,” Lee says as Tyler and Jenna walk off, arm in arm.
“Enjoy the show?” Grant asks.
“Oh my god, are you kidding?” I gush. I’m unable to hold anything back. My head is still spinning, partly just because this is them, and partly because of how they’re looking at me. I notice Lee’s brow furrow, and he crosses his arms. I suddenly realize he’s staring at my chest.
“Hey, I got a question,” he says, and he reaches into his back pocket.
To my horror, he pulls out my bra, still bearing the tape I used to attach it to a tennis ball. My eyes go so wide I’m worried they’ll fall out of my head.
“This yours, or do you just like going braless?” he asks, and Grant’s face lights up too.
“I...um...oh gosh,” I murmur, and I start twirling a lock of my hair around my finger. “Well I didn’t realize I’d be meeting you, and-”
“I think she’s a real fan, Grant,” Lee says.
“I think so too,” he agrees before looking back down at me. “Gotta say, we’ve had a lot of shit thrown up on stage, but that was creative. How about a tour of the trailer? We’ve got some better beer in there.”
I hardly have time to stammer a response before Lee scoops me up in his arms. I squeal a giggle as he hoists me up onto his shoulders, my legs around his neck, and I hold onto his hair and press my hips into the back of his head.
“Night’s young,” Grant chuckles. “Let’s get out of here.”
I squeal in delight as Lee tosses me onto the bed in the trailer, and my tiny frame bounces under the dim lights overhead.
The trailer is huge. I’ve never been inside one of these things before, much less known what they look like on the inside. It’s like a luxury camper, full of band merchandise, liquor, and equipment strewn all over the place. It feels like one big messy bedroom, and I love it.
Not as much as I love what’s happening with the guys who just carried me inside.
“So they just ditched you?” Grant asks, talking about my friends. We made a little chit-chat on the walk to the trailer, and I’m surprised to find out they’re pretty down to earth people. “Jesus, they sound like dicks.”
“I mean, I guess they’re entitled to having fun,” I say modestly.
“Still,” Lee says, “leaving a cute little thing like you all on your own? That’s criminal.”
I giggle and curl up on the bed, batting my lashes at the two of them. They’re stalking toward me with a hungry and playful look in their eyes, and it’s making me more excited by the second.
“Yeah,” Grant says, putting a knee on the bed and looming over me. “There are shady guys around here. Never know what could happen.”
I’m starting to second-guess myself about dreaming.
At only 5’ tall, I’m hard to spot in a crowd, much less notice. But these guys have been ravishing me with their eyes every second. Riding on Lee’s shoulders on the way over here, Grant kept gazing at my legs--gazing, not glancing.
These men know what they like, and it turns out, I’m it.
I’m like prey for them, and oh my god, I never thought I’d enjoy it this much.
And that makes me a little bolder than I usually would be.
My big blue eyes move from one to the other. The trailer smells like beer and old clothes, but in a comforting way, and my sweet-smelling perfume that left glitter on my neck and arms stands out in sharp contrast.
“And just what might happen to a girl like me?” I ask, my voice full of anticipation.
To my surprise, Grant slips his hand around the back of my head, lacing his fingers through my curly locks and turning my head up to look at him. His eyes are full of simple, lustful desire.
“You might run into guys like us.”
“Guys?” I ask, a smile curling my lips. I put emphasis on the plural. Which one of them is going to want to have some fun with me?
“Guys,” Lee agrees, and he joins us on the bed, both of the huge men looming over me now. “We’re a band, after all. We work best together. Are you that kind of fan?”
“Am I…?” I breathe, nearly laughing. My heart is fluttering in my throat, and I can barely breathe. “I...might have given it a thought or two.”
“A thought, huh?” Grant asks, sitting down on the bed next to me. “Don’t tell me you still have your top on when you get these thoughts, do you?”
He reaches behind me and takes hold of my shirt, and before I can stop him, he lifts it up over my head, leaving me completely topless. I giggle and cover my chest, but I’m grinning at them like a schoolgirl.
“Or pants,” Lee says, and he grabs my tight shorts and unbuttons the top. Next thing I know, Grant swings his leg over me and pushes me down on the bed, and he takes my arms and pries them off my chest to pin them down on the mattress.
I squeal, but I can’t stop laughing.
I’m a nervous laugher.
After I’m pinned under grant, I feel my shorts leaving me as Lee pulls them down past my knees and off my feet. He takes my sandals next, leaving me totally naked.
“Sounds like you are that kind of fan,” Grant growls as his big, rough hands start undoing his belt. He pulls the leather off and tosses it aside, and I realize there’s a colossal bulge under his pants, so tight that it’s threatening to burst out.
“Only in my dreams,” I confess, biting my lip and squirming.
I feel Lee on my legs, his huge hands running up and down the soft skin and squeezing it. “Let’s make a dream come true, Grant,” Lee’s deep voice rumbles. Grant pulls a hair tie out of his pocket and ties his shaggy locks back, and he rips his shirt off, revealing a rippling, muscular body underneath the tank top.
I suck in a breath. I’ve touched myself plenty of times thinking about Grant’s rock-hard body, but I never knew it was this ripped.
“How does that sound to you?” Grant asks.
The question isn’t even out of his lips all the way before I start bobbing my head, making Grant chuckle.
“Do you do this...a lot?” I ask, almost afraid to.
Grant puts a hand to my face and runs his thumb over my lip. “Stacy,” he says, and I’m amazed he remembers my name after hearing it just once. “I’ve never met a fan who’s as down to share as we are, I can tell you that.”
“Seriously?” I half-laugh. “How is that not, like, everyone’s dream?”
Both the guys let out a hearty laugh, and Grant puts both hands around my face, bending way down to kiss me.
My heart pounds in my chest as he does. His beard tickles my face and neck, and I push my hips up in desire. When he finally breaks the short kiss, he whispers, “I think we’re going to like you, Stacy.”
I open my mouth to answer, but only a gasp comes out, because I feel fire between my legs.
Lee has gripped my thighs and put his face between my legs, and his long, hot tongue runs up my slit. It goes all the way to my clit, and it teases at the hooded nub. Somehow, the way he moves his tongue is just like the way I move my fingers over my clit when I have time to play with myself, but it’s so much better.
The fire between my legs gets hotter with each time that he lets his tongue out to play with my clit. He starts off in a little circle, then brings his tongue down to the rest of my pussy to run it up the whole length of it. Each time he does, he spends a little time at my clit, back and forth.
Soon, he gets greedier, and the thick tongue dives further into my pussy. He tastes my honey for the first time, and he lets out a groan of delight.
“I like her a lot,” he pauses to growl, and I feel a shiver run up my whole body.
Grant smiles down at me. “Lee’s picky. You’re a special girl, aren’t you, Stacy?”
“I’ll be whatever you want me to be,” I gush, and Grant bends down to put his lips to me again.
“You just be you,” he tells me, and he invades my mouth again.
While Lee lavishes my pussy with attention, Grant’s tongue delves into my mouth. My tongue welcomes him in, dancing with him just past my teeth and feeling his warmth all around me. Everything about him gets me hot, from the breath washing over my face to the way he tastes like whiskey and smells like man.
While we kiss, his hands rub my arms up and down, warming my whole body and making me feel loved.
My ex-boyfriend never touched me like this. He was too much of a wuss.
Grant is so tall that he has to push himself back up when he moves his hands closer down. My mouth hangs open for a second after his lips leave me. I almost feel disappointed, but when I open my shining eyes and get to see him looming over me just as Lee touches my clit with a firm, strong touch, I feel warm all over.
Grant winks down at me, and before I can say anything, he puts his hands on my breasts.
I lean my head back and groan as I feel so many hands on me at once, all working to make my body feel so fucking good.
Grant’s palms feel me up, squeezing my breasts and testing them, and he lets out a soft, rumbling groan as he savors the feeling. I push my chest up to give him more, letting him explore every part of me he wants.
I’ve always been kind of a party girl, but I’ve never done anything like this.
While Grant roams over my breasts, getting my nipples so stiff that it almost hurts, Lee is being merciless with my pussy.
His tongue delves deep into it, then comes up to torture my clit like a surge of electricity. He groans into it, licking faster and faster until it feels tense down there. My head is swimming, and their music is swirling through my mind the whole time.
“Fuck,” I groan, grasping the sheets under me while the guys have their way with me slow and steady. “Is this really happening?”
“You tell me,” Grant chuckles, and he takes his hands off my breasts to unbutton his pants and open them.
His cock springs free, and the sight of it makes me so hot that I feel my whole body come to attention.
Grant’s shaft is a long, thick pillar that sticks straight out, ribbed with veins. His crown is dark red, and it’s bulging so much that it must be uncomfortable for him. His heavy balls come out of his pants next, and they’re so huge that just the thought of the thick, potent cum in them gets me wetter for Lee.
