Authors: Charlotte Sloan
“But,” he continued, shocking the hell out of me, “it would have been nice if you'd have thought to include me in it too, you know?”
My jaw practically hit the floor at this...
Was this... Was this...
Was what I thought was happening really, truly, honest to God happening?
And sure enough, I was suddenly being given a taste of my two men's secret, bisexual, polyamorous streak, their bodies closing in around me, and their lips plummeting down onto me like wild in a frenzy of activity.
I couldn't believe it... I couldn't even begin to process it...
The three of us, without warning, were beginning to make out, the early stages of a ménage a trois unfolding right there in the middle of my living room, completely unexpected, unprecedented, and now, more wonderful than anything I might ever have imagined.
Mark's lips were on mine, my lips were on Justin's, and then, shockingly, mind-bendingly, Justin's lips were back around on Mark's. I watched them awe as they locked lips and swapped spit, kissing in a manner that I would never have suspected them of being able to do with other men.
And then, inevitably, the cycle came back around to me, completing the hot, sticky, agonizing circuit, and sending me reeling through the roof with pleasure.
The three of us tore through the house like a twister, all three suddenly overtaken with lust and enthusiasm, unable to get enough of one another no matter how hard we tried. I could feel them, as they pressed themselves up against me, hardening, driving me wild with their erections, making me want them, making me burn for them in a way that you wouldn't damn believe.
And a moment later, we were in the bedroom, our clothes dissolving down along our bodies, vanishing like liquid, and the two of them wrapping their naked, heaving, sweaty selves around me.
Justin stood behind me, running kisses along my neck, grinding his boner between the cheeks of my ass, and driving me insane with desire for him. And Mark, meanwhile made out with me in front, squeezing on my tits, my sandwiched anatomy nearly dissolving into a puddle in between the two of them.
And slowly, I slid myself down, down, down into a squatting position, removing the obstacle of my flesh from between the two of them, and giving them space to lean in toward one another.
Draping themselves over me, they began to kiss one another once again, and I did them the courtesy of seizing hold of their penises while they made out above, stroking, caressing, masturbating, savoring the melting of their shafts through my fingers with each hard, powerful snap of my wrist.
I parted my jaws wide, and began to suck on both of them, swapping back and forth, back and forth, back and forth from one cock to the other, deep throating them, choking myself, feeling driven insane as I tried to keep up with my own established rhythm.
Fluids began to roll humiliatingly down my throat as I sucked and popped and switched between the two men, my head bobbing wildly, almost painfully, and their erections, all the while, becoming coated in a sticky, gooey accumulation of saliva- the only lubrication I would be receiving through this, as it just so happened...
For a brief spell, I was bent over, and taken from behind by Mark, who thrusted into my body like an animal, almost violently at points, each of his passing thrusts knocking me forward into Justin, who was on his knees in front of me, his cock being steadily rammed down my throat, choking me quite beautifully.
When the men had had their fill of this, finally, I was at last double penetrated by my two lovers, a punishment as sweet as I could possibly have imagined as I was draped out on top of Mark's splayed body like a blanket.
He pushed his cock up inside me, grinding through my pussy from below, his one erection already going quite a long way in stretching me out in a sweet, painful fashion. And then, Lord help me, Justin climbed up on top of the pile, mounting me from above, his added weight a devastatingly beautiful thing as I struggled to breathe between the two men's anatomies.
He plunged himself inside, grinding his hot, fat cock into my pussy atop of Mark's own, their shafts grinding together and driving me wild from the eroticism of it.
At last, he touched down as well, and the two of them began to pump into my body, grinding and thrusting and fucking from both angles, stretching out my cunt in a manner that was absolutely mind-blowing. They grunted and smashed and slammed into my body, popping and pushing and pounding with a force that was doubly agonizing.
I began to squeal, to moan, to cry out at the top of my lungs, my pussy smashed to bits by the combined force of this bouquet of penises inside me, any lack of wholeness I might have felt prior to now presently filled and overwhelmed by the sweet, sweet abundance of love being smacked into my system in that moment.
“Oh God, oh God, oh yes, oh yes, oh yes!” I moaned, as at last the two smashed at full force inside of me, striking me to my deepest, most concealed core, tearing me apart, and overflowing into my body.
The two men began to ejaculate, their hot, sticky cum inundating one another's still thrusting shafts with decadent, molten sperm. They continued shifting and pumping of their shafts through this gooey, liquid ether was entirely too much for me, and I began to climax like wild, savoring the fact of being filled up to the brim by these sweet, sweet bastards.
And as I skyrocketed through the heavens of my delight, I began to wonder how it was that I had ever felt incomplete. I felt ecstatic and satisfied as I now was in the overabundance of these two men's combined, mutual love for me.
It wouldn't be for a couple of months until I found out I was pregnant, and uncertain as to which of the two current lovers was the child's true father- but, I suppose, that's another story entirely...
THE END
Chapter 1
When I was eighteen, I thought life was perfect. I had an amazing boyfriend, Mason, who treated me like a princess, every girl’s dream guy. I had an amazing family that loved me. I had stellar grades and a bright future ahead of me. My life was everything I had always wanted it to be. What else could I have asked for?
But, then everything changed. It was a Thursday. It was prom night, that magical night in every girl’s life. I, like any other girl in high school, felt like prom was the pinnacle of my high school career, the moment I had been waiting for. It was a night where anything could happen and in fact, anything
did
happen, it just wasn’t what I expected.
I am now thirty and I still wonder if there was anything different I could have done. I wonder if I had done something different, would my life be different now? Not that I’m unhappy, but I can’t help but wonder what my life would be like, had that night been different. But, enough about that, I won’t go on teasing you, let me get to the story.
Before I start, however, a little background information might be in order. I, like many others, had a very happy childhood. There were no traumatic incidents or neglect; nothing at all like that. There were no triggers, at least that I ever noticed, that could have prepared me for what happened on prom night. Now, as I look back, I realize it was just
bad luck,
which, in all honesty, isn’t even that surprising. With a life as good as mine, something bad was bound to happen sooner or later, and to my regret, it had to happen on
prom night
.
Anyway, like I was saying, I had a loving family with a set of parents still madly in love. I had a twin sister, Avery, who was my other half. (In case you were wondering, my name is Addison.) As children, my sister and I used to do everything together. It was only when middle school came around did we grow apart.
I was always the studious child. I was the good girl, the quiet one, the one that never gave anyone any trouble. My sister, on the other hand, was the popular one. My parents and I forced her to do her school work every day, and studying, well that wasn’t even a part of her vocabulary. As we grew into teenagers, she started wearing makeup and straightening her hair while I kept things natural. By high school, we were polar opposites.
And once we got into high school
all
the boys noticed her while I turned invisible. She was Miss Popularity, head of the cheerleading squad and all. She could never keep a steady boyfriend and by the time junior year rolled around I had no idea what her number was. I, on the other hand, always had my nose in the books. I was also lucky enough to find the love of my life during my freshman year.
Mason was also a freshman when we met. He was a star tennis player whose grades were on the fence. His coach pushed him to get a tutor before the season and that’s where I came in. As the top student of the freshman class, I was automatically enrolled as his tutor.
After winter break, he started coming over to my house to do his homework with me. I would help him with nearly every subject, helping him study and finish assignments. While it could be annoying at times, it was still a lot of fun. Before I knew it, we were going steady. That summer was the best time of my life.
Mason was a tall and handsome young man, sun-kissed from countless hours on tennis courts. As we grew up, he only got more attractive, but other than appearance nothing else about Mason changed. He stayed the lovable goof he always was. He was nothing but good to me, coming over my house to watch movies, to be the shoulder I needed when I was sad, and anything else I could have asked for in a boyfriend. He was absolutely perfect and I believed, wholeheartedly, that we were meant to be. I knew, that no matter what life threw at us, we would make it, together.
Little did I know that one night was all it took in order to turn my life upside down.
Chapter 2
It was prom night, of all nights. As a senior, prom night was a symbol. It was the symbol of all my hard work, a congratulation. It was permission to relax because in a few weeks there would be a diploma in my hands. I was excited, like all the other girls in my school, giddily picking out the perfect dress, shoes, accessories, you name it.
Mason, of course, was the perfect date. Even though it was obvious we would be going together, he still made sure to ask me to prom. He still made sure to make it romantic.
He brought me to
our place
, a little lake in the woods behind my house. No one else knew it existed and so it became our
special
place, a place where we went to be alone. It was there that we made love for the first time. I’ll never forget it.
*****
It was a warm summer’s night, the summer after freshman year, and honestly, it was magical, there’s just no other way to describe it.
We had been dating for about two months, and I know that seems like such a short time to get intimate, but it felt right at the time. Anyway, we were two months into our relationship and we decided to take a walk in the woods. Right around sunset, we found the lake and sat down together watching the sun go down, disappearing behind the horizon.
As the stars came out, we started to kiss, but this time it was different from all the others times we had kissed. These kisses were passionate, lustful, and best of all
open mouth
kisses. I could feel his tongue exploring the inside of my mouth and I really liked it. I could feel his hands running all over my body and it got me really excited.
When he eventually reached a hand under my shirt and grabbed one of my breasts, I couldn’t help but moan. The moan seemed to excite him because before I knew what was happening he had me pinned down in the grass, his body hovering over mine, and a sly grin on his face. I knew he was up to something.
“Mmm Addison you are so beautiful, you know that?” He leaned down and kissed my neck after saying the words that made me blush. I could feel his soft lips on my skin and it felt amazing. I felt him move his lips further down my neck until he was kissing my collarbone. He looked at me, as if wondering if he was going too far, but my body wanted more.
I watched as he took my moans as a cue to keep going and slowly started to unbutton my shirt, exposing my black lace bra. I was glad I had worn one of my sexier bras that day instead of my old white ones. I watched as he pulled each breast out of my bra and then started to kiss them all over. It was like nothing I had ever felt before. I never wanted him to stop.
He looked up at me, grinning, probably because I was moaning so much, before finally taking one of my nipples into his mouth. It felt so good as he rolled his tongue over my hard nipple. I went insane when I felt his teeth, gently teasing me with small little bites. In that moment I arched my back and wrapped my legs around him.
I felt like a bad girl, doing something naughty with my boyfriend, but I didn’t care. I wanted this, badly. I didn’t care if it would make me a bad girl. I wanted Mason. I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him tightly to me. I didn’t know it then but my panties were soaked. Mason just grinned at me, as his hand slid under my skirt and reached for my panties.
“My, my, does someone want me?” He grinned before leaning down and nibbling my ear gently. I felt his hands move under my panties and I moaned loudly as his fingers started to caress my lips, finding their way to their clit where he rubbed circles into it, making me shiver in pleasure. I moaned loudly and arched my back, lifting my hips toward him, begging for more.
“Addison… I want you…” Mason nearly grunted at me and I could feel his hardness press against me. He felt as hard as a rock and I knew that I couldn’t keep him at bay even if I wanted to. But, I wanted it just as much as he did.
“I want you too…” I whispered as I moved my body upwards and brought his lips to mine kissing him passionately. This time it was my tongue that explored his mouth as he started to undress us. I could feel myself getting naked as the wind gently caressed my bare skin. I couldn’t believe what was about to happen but at the same time I didn’t want it to end. I wanted it to happen.
Suddenly I could feel Mason’s hard member probing against my entrance, as if begging for a way inside. He looked at me with big loving eyes before whispering, “You ready, my love?” His voice was sweet and although lustful, I knew this was a moment of love, not lust. I nodded at him and before I knew what was happening he was deep inside me.
I felt him filling every inch of me and I couldn’t help but moan loudly feeling his throbbing member inside of me. It hurt for a moment but then it was all pleasure from there. Mason rocked my world for what felt like an eternity. Each thrust felt so good and I never wanted him to stop.
We made love until the early morning. Mason was sweet and gentle through the whole thing, knowing it was my first time and that it was a new experience for me. It was amazing. I never wanted it to end and when we finally did reach our blissful orgasms, I couldn’t believe it. I was a mess, covered in his cum, but he still went down on me and his tongue went to work making me feel amazing.
I could feel his tongue all over my sensitive pussy and I thought I would die from the amount of pleasure he was giving me. I never imagined sex could feel that good but Mason made me feel like I was floating on cloud nine as his tongue gently teased my entrance before plunging inside and licking away eagerly. The night progressed on and on like that.
We would fuck like bunnies and then one of us would pleasure the other. That night was the night I learned how to give a blow job and from the look on Mason’s face I was pretty damn good at it for a
good girl
. It was a night of lust and love and it was the best night of my life.
*****
Anyway, enough about that, back to the promposal. He brought me to our spot, with a blindfold, of course. Then, when we got there, he took it off while gently kissing my neck, making me giggle with excitement. Before me were a bunch of pebbles laid out to spell, ‘Prom?’ It was the most romantic thing anyone had ever done for me. Of course, I had said yes and of course I had hugged and kissed him. Who would have been able to resist?
After that, prom was right around the corner. I didn’t have to wait long to hear Mason’s car park in the front of my house. He wasn’t one of those boys who honked and expected me to come outside, no, he would come in and talk to my parents every time we went out together, just like the perfect gentleman that he was.
Prom night was no exception. He came in, just like any other day, only this time he was dressed in a light gray tux and a blue vest that matched my dress perfectly. He looked
gorgeous
. My father was patting him on the back and telling him to take good care of me. I knew he would. My mother was all sorts of excited and forced us into taking a million pictures together all over the house in a million different poses. While I tried to act annoyed through the whole thing, I was actually having a lot of fun. It was almost like taking wedding pictures.
Eventually, it was time to go. Mason took my hand and led me to his car outside. He opened up my door for me like he always did and then made sure that both my dress and I were safely in the car before closing the door. After that, it was a nice drive to the prom venue. We spoke and laughed, just like we always did on long car rides. The night seemed to be heading in the right direction.
While Mason was driving, I wondered where my sister was. One of the jocks had asked her to prom, but she hadn’t seemed too happy about it. Mason had tried to tell me that Avery had been very touchy feely with him lately, but I didn’t think anything of it. My sister was touchy feely with any boy she ever came in contact with, why should Mason be any different. My sister going after my boyfriend of four years was the last thing on my mind. Soon enough Mason was pulling into the parking lot and my sister escaped from my mind.
We could hear the music from the parking lot and it felt like prom was already in full swing. Mason grabbed my hand and led me inside. I wasn’t big on parties and he knew he would have to be my guide tonight. I smiled, grateful that he was willing to take on the role. I followed him, without fear, trusting him, knowing he wouldn’t try to push me out of my comfort zone.