Sharing Her: 10 New Erotic MFM Short Stories, page 8
I hear Lee groan down between my legs--he hasn’t stopped this entire time. He must be starving for pussy. That, or mine is just irresistible.
“I think she likes what she sees, Grant,” he pauses to say, and he rewards me with a long, delicious stroke of my pussy that brings me so close to the brink that I could swear I’m about to cum.
“I- ah! I’ve never seen one before,” I confess in a whimpering tone. “Not in person, at least.”
“Really now?” Grant says, and he strokes his shaft with his huge hand while massaging one of my breasts with the other. He then starts to lower his cock to my mouth, and my eyes go wide. “Then tell me what you think.”
He comes down so fast that I just let my mouth fall open in surprise, but the next second, my lips are full of my idol’s cock.
The second my tongue touchest the bulging crown, I spill over the edge, and I let out a high-pitched whimper and clench my thighs around Lee’s head.
Honey floods Lee’s face as warmth radiates out from my clit and lower abdomen to the rest of my body, rolling out like little spirals that heat up every limb. I tense up and relax, throbs of beautiful, exciting heat consuming my body.
My soft sighs are like music as I start licking Grant’s cock like a lollipop, lavishing it with as much attention as Lee has been giving my pussy.
The first orgasm a man ever gave me...and it’s from none other than the drummer whose songs have been in my head for years. I’m in heaven.
“Woah,” Grant chuckles between groans as I start taking more and more of his cock into my mouth. “I know that sound. And I know a virgin when I feel one.”
My eyes spring open, and I take his cock out of my mouth to give him a worried look, batting my eyelashes at him. “Is that not okay?”
Grant laughs, brushing a lock of hair out of my face. “Oh honey, it’s great, don’t you worry.”
I smile and take his cock back into my mouth, and this time, I get bolder. I take half of his cock in, using my tongue to press it against the roof of my mouth while I feel the soft underside of his cock. But I don’t stop there. I reach up the sides of his shaft with my cock and keep taking more and more of him into me, and all the while, Lee keeps massaging my clit with his tongue, guiding me through the orgasm.
Grant lets his head fall back, groaning while I play with his cock. Now that I’ve got one in my mouth, I understand all the craze about it.
I don’t just like cock. I love it, and I never want to go without one close by.
I feel a drop of precum in my mouth, just like all the dirty books I read talk about. That encourages me, and I start getting bolder with my attention. Every now and then, I bring my tongue up to the very tip of his cock and tease the slit with it, coaxing out a little more precum each time. Grant takes a fistful of my hair and squeezes it gently, just to show that he still has control over me, but I’m excited now.
Just when I start to feel Grant’s cock pulsing in my mouth, and idea comes into my head, and I slowly, reluctantly take it out of my mouth, making sure to run my tongue long and hard along his shaft.
When the tip of his cock leaves my mouth, Grant looks down at me in confusion. “Something wrong?”
“Fuck, no,” I breathe. “I just want a little more. Can I?”
It takes Grant a second to realize what I mean but then, his face splits into a grin. “Someone likes cock, huh? Lee, I think she wants to thank you for all your hard work.”
“Mhmm,” I whimper, nodding my head.
Grant swings his leg over me and stands up while Lee does the same. The two men start undressing in front of me, kicking their shoes off and pulling their pants down.
Lee is even more tattooed than Grant, and his ink is like art on a canvas of his body, even on his thighs. His cock is circumcised, and it looks just as delicious as Grant’s. I put my fingers to my clit and start massaging myself with one hand while touching my breast with the other while I watch them.
“Alright, fangirl,” Lee chuckles, watching the show and massaging his cock. “Show me how you wanna thank me.”
I bite my lip, mind racing. I haven’t thought this through, so I just act on pure instinct. I get on my knees and turn around, pushing my ass up toward him and looking over my shoulder at him with wide eyes, offering him my ass and the glistening-wet pussy under it.
“H-how’s this?” I say nervously, genuinely unsure.
Lee’s cock is stiffer than it was a few seconds ago, and his eyes are hazy with desire.
“Yeah, I think that’ll do,” he says in a husky tone, and he steps forward to grab my hips and put the tip of his cock against my wet lips. “Want me to go easy, baby?”
“I want you to give it everything you’ve got,” I say, and I can barely believe my words.
“She’s brave,” Grant muses, and when I feel Lee’s strong grip around my hips, I know he’s right. Lee feels up my ass likes he owns it, massaging the soft flesh and reaching around to finger my clit a little while he gets comfortable on the bed. My blue eyes flit to Grant’s cock, and I lick my lips hungrily.
“I want that, too,” I plead, nodding to his cock.
“Damn, girl,” Grant says, moving around to the other side of the bed and climbing up onto it. “Braver than I thought.”
“She put some real thought into getting that bra on the stage,” Lee growls. “What else did you expect?”
Grant gets his cock into position in front of my lips while Lee’s is perched on top of my pussy. The wait is killing me--both of them are just a hair’s breadth away from penetrating me from both sides, and my whole body is quivering in excitement.
Grant looks down at me and pets my head lovingly, letting out a low, long groan at the sight of me. “I think we might just have to keep you around,” he says.
“Don’t tease me,” I whisper into his cock.
“I don’t tease unless I mean it,” he growls, and he brings his hand down to my jaw and squeezes it open gently.
The second his crown touches my tongue, Lee penetrates me.
Grant’s cock in my mouth muffles my sharp cry of pain, but after that first pinch, I feel pure bliss. Lee’s cock feels so different from Grant’s, but it’s incredible in all the right ways. I feel his bulging crown push its way through my virgin pussy that’s been untouched by anything else that deep.
I was always too shy to get sex toys. Now, I realize what I’ve been missing out on this whole time.
He touches parts of me I’ve only dreamed of touching. His cock roves deep into me, and the way my hips are twisted to let him in, he grinds against a spot deep inside me that makes my whole body come alive with energy.
Somehow, instinctively, I know that’s my g-spot, and my eyes roll up into my head as I start tonguing Grant’s cock.
As my tongue feels up every inch of Grant’s massive shaft, I picture Lee’s going deeper and deeper into my pussy. Just as Grant pulls his back, so does Lee, and both the men start pumping into me in a slow, steady rhythm. I don’t know how my mouth compares to my pussy, so I start giving Grant as much work as I possibly can.
My tongue starts at the slit of his cock, then goes to the rim of his crown and down the soft underside of his cock. I feel that part of him pulsing more sensitively than the rest of him, and I push the tip of my tongue against it lovingly.
I could spend all day on his cock.
It goes all the way back to my throat, and when it hits the back, I hold back my gag reflex to give him the best experience possible. At the same time, I feel Lee’s cock so far into me that I didn’t even know it could go that far.
Lee’s thrusting gets faster, and he starts getting rougher with me, both pulling my hips back into him while bucking up into me. Each time, he runs across my g-spot, and each time he does, I let him know by groaning into Grant’s cock. I reach up and take Grant’s balls in my hand to start massaging them gently, and the thought of him emptying those heavy, sore balls into my mouth makes me so wet that Lee’s bucking gets faster.
“Just like that,” Grant groans in a throaty husk. “Don’t stop, Stacy!”
The encouragement is like sugar on my tongue, and I obey. In fact, I go an extra step and start clenching my pussy around Lee’s cock as I get thrust back and forth between the guys, getting faster and faster.
Lee starts grunting with each thrust, and it doesn’t feel like fucking anymore--it feels like rutting, nothing but savage use of my body, and it presses all the right buttons for me in ways I can barely describe.
There’s something primal about it, and I realize something terrifying and exciting all at once: neither guy is wearing a condom, and I’m not on the pill.
And weirdly enough, I love that.
I want both these guys to fill me up, and I want it badly. I want that virile, heavy seed to plaster my insides, and I want even more than that.
I want them to knock me up.
That thought alone triggers something inside me, and I grip the sheets with my fists as my whole body starts to quiver.
I cum, hard. Heat shoots up my body, from my pussy to my chest, and I let out a long, delighted moan into Grant’s cock as I lose all restraint, lavishing his cock with my tongue, desperate for its payload. The orgasm shakes my whole body, and I feel warm all over. If two cocks weren’t holding my tiny body up, I’d be collapsing on the bed in a quivering mess.
Grant grabs my hair, harder this time, and I feel his cock pulsing and throbbing in a new way. His balls start to tighten in my hand, and I realize that I’m about to get my wish.
At the same time, I feel Lee in my pussy doing the same, and my body readies itself for what’s about to come.
Grant pulls his cock out of my mouth with a wet pop, and I open my eyes just in time to watch his slit release a thick, hot shot of cum onto my face. It hits my cheek, and a second hits my lips, and after that, I lose track of where the shots start to hit me. My mouth can’t stop smiling as Grant unloads his burden on me, load after load of cum dousing my face and running down in sweet, sticky drops.
I’m so lost in the sensation that Lee’s first shot takes me by surprise. It coats my pussy in the first shot, and by the third, I lose track of how many he releases into me. I’m heavy with his cum, from the deepest depths to the very edge of my pussy. I feel some of the hot white fluid spill out and run over my clit, and I shudder with another little orgasm that ripples through my body.
Finally, the two guys pull out of me, and I collapse on the bed, panting and desperate as cum runs off me at both ends. Through thick, husky groans, they massage their cocks and let out a little more on each side of me before they’re totally spent.
It’s so strange and sweet, hearing those voices I’ve listened to so much through speakers now huffing and panting over me, satisfied.
And I’m the one who satisfied them. I can’t keep the smile off my face.
“Fuck,” Grant moans. “That was...Jesus, that was incredible.”
“Yeah,” Lee says between breaths. He reaches out and rolls me over, making my cum-drenched form look up at both of them lovingly. “I think that means we want to keep you around, babe. What do you say?” He flashes a grin at me. “Want to go on tour?”
Eight months ago, if you’d told me I’d be spending Christmas backstage at a stadium in Paris watching my two lovers perform before a crowd of hundreds of thousands, I’d have told you you were insane.
And if you’d have told me I’d be so pregnant that I looked ready to pop at any second, I’d have slapped you across the face.
But as I listen to the heavy drum beat and the sweetest voice in the world out there rocking the stage, I can’t help but feel like this has still been all one big dream.
Grant and Lee kept me to themselves, just like they promised. We got to talking after our first night together, and it turns out that all three of us have had this thing for menages that we’ve never gotten a chance to explore. After breaking that ice, it was like we’d all known each other for years.
The two guys treat me like a queen. I’ve had nothing but the best food, clothes, and cars ever since we got together. And every night, I get the best thing out of all of it--the two of them, feeling me up and touching every part of my body together.
Every inch of my body has had their lips on it at one point, and I’ve been drenched in their cum more times than I can count. Sometimes we just go for as many times as we can in a single day, but each time, we lose track of it before we can figure out whether we set a record.
The guys were popular when we got together, but now, they’re world class. There’s a new spring in their step and new energy to their minds. Grant and Lee always say it’s because I’m in their lives now.
I don’t want to flatter myself by saying that’s true, but regardless, I feel pride swell up in my chest every time I look at the charts and see their band rocking the top 10.
Life is good.
And it’s only going to get better from here.
Trading for Her
I can feel the burn of ropes around my wrists, burning into my soft skin, scraping like claws when I make even the slightest attempt to move my arms. It aches all the way down from my wrists to my shoulders, and I can feel my body starting to cramp up from sitting in this tense position for so long.
My legs are shoved widely apart, my pussy wet and glistening with need. My wrists are bound with cords to the bed posts, keeping me wide open and vulnerable, just a delicate prey for the predators stalking on either side of the bed.
Two men, tall and strong, with bulging muscles and hard, long cocks like spears stand over me, looking down at me as though they could dive in and devour every inch of my exposed flesh at any moment. I feel just the slightest shiver of fear, but the fear only adds to the anticipation, the desperation swelling up inside of me.
I need them to touch me. I need them to lay their huge, rough hands on my skin and move and bend me as they please. I want them to mark me up, use me, treat me however they want to, fill me up with their fingers, their cocks, their cum. I want to be stuffed full, I want to be fucked until I can’t breathe or think straight.
I only wish I could see their faces.
But they move about in swaths of shadow, the darkness falling over their faces whenever I try to strain my eyes to get a better look. Faceless and powerful, they are almost more like beasts than men. Wild animals poised to rip me to shreds, tear me apart and feast on me like the tempting morsel I am.
I can hear my own heart beating loudly in my ears, the blood rush in my veins that I know they can hear, they can smell. I wonder if my fear exhilarates them, turns them on like it turns me on. I have never wanted anything so badly as I want these two faceless men. It’s a need that burns and rages within me. I can’t ignore it. I can’t push it back down. I need them to fuck me. Now.
I open my mouth to whimper, to beg them.
“Please,” I manage to choke out, but it’s softer than a whisper, like all the air has been sucked out of my lungs. Still, my two suitors understand me perfectly, and they descend on me like animals.
Four hands, rough and calloused, roving up and down my soft, shivering body. I moan as two hands close over my full, perky breasts, sliding his thumbs up and over my nipples until they stand erect and sensitive to his every touch. He’s groping me, caressing me, seizing my breasts like they belong to him. Like every part of me belongs to them. He leans down to pull my nipple into his mouth, flicking his tongue over it so that I’m gasping and moaning.
The other man is caressing my taut stomach, manhandling my hips, squeezing and tracing his fingers along my trembling thighs. He’s teasing me. Playing with me as though I’m a toy. He knows how badly I need him without even asking.
Both of them can see right through me. I feel like they can read my minds, pushing into even the darkest, most cobwebby corners of my mind to seek out my deepest, most hidden fantasies.
They can tell what I want before I even know it fully myself, anticipating my every sigh and whimper. The second man pushes my thighs even further apart, climbing onto the bed to lower himself down and breathe in my special womanly scent, which sets me apart.
I bite my lip, looking down at him with my breath caught and held in my throat. I’m afraid to move, for fear that either one of them will stop touching me. I need them to keep touching me. I feel like I will fall apart the second they let go of me.
The first man bends down to kiss me, even though I still cannot see his face. But he finds my lips easily, and I sigh into his soft, warm mouth. He kisses me gently at first, more placating and calming than pushing.
But then he probes his tongue into my mouth and I allow him gladly, straining up to meet him, hoping he won’t pull away. He gently bites my lower lip, making me shiver appreciatively. The second man is kneeling down on the bed, his face nestled between my legs. I feel his tongue lightly slide up and down my slick folds.
“Mmm,” he growls, nuzzling into my cunt. It sends a vibration up through my body and I feel the pleasure begin to mount higher and higher.
They begin to speak to me in low, raspy voices. Guttural hums and growls that sound like speech but I can’t quite decipher it, as hard as I try. And really, it doesn’t matter. The words don’t have to make sense to me to know what they’re talking about: me. My body. How much they enjoy touching me and bringing me closer and closer to the edge…
Until I wake up with a start, my eyes opening wide to the blazing pillar of dawn’s light streaming in through the window. I roll over in bed, slowly waking up out of my unfinished dream. I wonder what woke me up. I was so close to a release. I can’t help but feel cheated out of something. Then a little bird on the tree branch outside my window starts his cheerful little song and I realize that is what woke me up.
“Ugh, you little bastard,” I groan. “I needed that dream.”
