Two Bad Brothers, page 48
He hooks a thumb at Gerald and me.
“I just want to make you happy,” I tell Melissa, and mean it. “I think the three of us can give you all the love you deserve… times three.”
“Love, huh?” she says with a grin.
“Love. I love you, Melissa,” I tell her. “I never knew I could fall in love with someone so quickly, or make such on the spot decisions, but I think everything happens for a reason, and I love you.”
“I love you, too,” Kevin says, and Martin says, “Me too. I love you. So much.”
“I guess, hooray for love, then!” Melissa says. “And for Olympic medals. Now, how about that hot tub?”
Chapter 11 – Melissa
It’s been a full day of fun and celebration. My three men did end up winning all three places in the slopestyle competition. We soaked in the hot tub and then met Sheila and her new companions for dinner before the ceremony.
Now, Sheila and I are watching all three of my guys standing on the podium, wearing their shiny new medals. They all wink at me at once.
“Aren’t I just the luckiest girl in the whole world?” I ask her.
“You sure are,” she says. “Just remember who invited you here.”
“I’m so glad you did,” I tell her, truthfully. “Thank you.”
The closing song is played and only then can I meet up with my men again. We decide to go back to the hotel for a private session, this time.
I was amazed at how great it felt to have sex in public. I never expected to do anything so wild and daring. But now, laying back on a big king sized bed with my three men in private, I’m feeling a new kind of bravery wash over me. One that requires me to be open and vulnerable, and actually love another human being. Three human beings all at once, to be exact.
At this moment, one of my beloved human beings— Martin, is fingering my pussy while the other two— Gerald and Kevin—are sucking on my nipples. Then Martin begins playing with my clit, making me cum while the other two each expertly work one of my breasts with their own mouths.
I arch my back, coming in Martin’s mouth as Gerald and Kevin start to beat their big cock against my breasts.
“Oh my God!” I call out, as they titty fuck me into oblivion. “Martin. Gerald. Kevin. This feels amazing.”
We’re all gasping for breath, trying to gather our wits back about us, and then we fall back onto the bed together. Their hands are all over my hair, their lips are all over my body. They want me, over and over, and it feels so good I can’t stand it.
My three guys are resting now, but as soon as Martin puts his hand on my ass cheek, I snap back into action, rubbing my pussy up against his hand.
“I need your cocks again!” I tell him.
“What does the lady want?” Martin asks.
“Two cocks at the same time again,” I beg. “Or maybe three. In my mouth this time. Please. And then in my pussy. Maybe even my ass.”
He slaps my breast and leaves a red mark.
“Say please,” he says.
“Please. Please!”
“Let me put my cock down her throat first,” Gerald says. “You guys got to go first last time.”
“You sure you’re ready to go again already?” Martin asks him.
“Of course,” he says. “We’re Olympic athletes, aren’t we? Known for our stamina?”
“Among other things,” Martin says with a wink.
I’m kneeling on the bed on my hands and knees, and Gerald puts his cock in my throat. It fills it all the way up, just like it did my pussy. But after I move my mouth up and down its shaft for a while, cupping and playing with his big balls, I suck on the head and he moans as if it’s the best feeling ever.
Then I move over to Kevin’s cock and do the same thing. And then I do it to Gerald, too. I got back and forth, taking each one of their big cocks in my mouth and eating them.
It’s exactly what I was craving. I feel such a mixture of relief, satisfaction, and pure pleasure.
“Is this what you wanted?” Gerald asks me. “To be our little slut, with our cocks jammed down your throat?”
“Yes,” I moan.
“You’re our shared little whore and we can do whatever we want to you, whenever we want,” he says. “But you can do whatever you want to us, too, whenever you want, right? You begged us to fill up your mouth, and you want us to fill up your pussy again, too, don’t you?”
Suddenly all three guys are shoving their cocks in my mouth, so I’m completely filled up by their cocks. I nod my head and hum “yes” as they fuck my throat.
“Don’t worry,” Gerald says. “I’m not going to cum in your throat. I want to fill up other parts of you, too. And I do mean every part. Do you want that?”
“Yes,” I admit, again feeling a mixture of humiliation and satisfaction as they’re crammed into my mouth and hinting that they want to cram my pussy and my ass.
It feels different now, that it’s just the four of us—but I still feel a bit humiliated in a good way at the thought of them enjoying my body together. At the thought of them doing anything they want to me because I’m their shared whore. I want them to do whatever they want with me, whenever they want, just like they’re suggesting.
“Good, because we’re going to fill up your ass and your pussy, because you’re our little slut, and our girlfriend, forever.”
Girlfriend. I like the sound of that. Almost as much as I like the sound of forever. A girl can get used to that. Just like she can get used to being pleasured and admired and loved by three men at once. I thought I was selling them my body, but they ended up stealing my heart.
Chapter 12 – Gerald
I look down at my lovely princess, with her mouth open wide and my cock shoved down it, along with Martin’s and Kevin’s, and I feel like the luckiest man alive. I’ve always been someone who likes to help others and now I’m glad that my friends and I can all three help ourselves to Melissa’s amazing body.
She goes back to sucking and licking our shafts, one by one, and letting us take turns fucking her mouth over and over, until we’re all panting. I’m dangerously close to coming, so I get up onto my knees.
“Come on, guys,” I say. “It’s time to explore those other holes we were just talking about.”
I put Melissa into position: on her hands and knees on the bed. Her ass and pussy are exposed to us—straight up for the taking. I spread her ass wide and spank it, while Martin sticks his fingers in her pussy.
“Hey, hold on,” I tell him. “I know you’re impatient, Mr. Gold Medal winner. But we are going to take this nice and easy, because she’s going to get a dick in her ass. And it’s going to be mine.”
“Hell yeah, baby,” Melissa says, and I give her ass a good spank, letting her know that I’m glad she’s mine.
Kevin positions himself in front of Melissa and she takes his cock back into her mouth like it had been before. Then Martin slides his cock into her wet, gaping pussy hole. I watch every move, loving how her pussy opens up and then closes around his big cock.
“Okay, are you ready for me?” I ask her.
She nods and says, “Ready as I’ll ever be,” although her answer is muffled since Kevin’s cock is in her mouth.
I slide my cock into her ass hole, trying to be very careful. Still, she flinches and whimpers.
“Ouch. Owww. Oh, my God.”
“Are you okay, Baby?” I ask her.
“Yes,” she says, as I slide the rest of the way in. “I like it now that it’s in.”
“I knew you would.”
I slowly push in and out of her, while Martin fucks her pussy like crazy.
“This feels so wet and tight and good,” he tells her.
“Do you like when my cock is in your ass while Martin’s is in your pussy and Kevin’s is in your mouth?” I ask her.
She nods, and Kevin takes his cock out of her mouth long enough for her to say, “Yes. I love how all three of you fill me up, and stuff my ass hole, my pussy hole and my mouth. I love that I’m your little slut and your girlfriend. I’m yours for the taking at all times.”
I pull her hips further back against me, and she lets go and starts riding my cock with her ass hole, and also pushing up and back on Martin’s cock in her pussy. The friction feels amazing, and we grunt and groan while we fill her every hole and fuck her fast and hard.
“I’m gonna cum,” she groans, her mouth full of Kevin’s cock. “I’m gonna cum with your cocks in my pussy, and my ass, and my mouth.”
“Good, darling,” I say, starting to feel a twinge at the base of my ball sac myself. “I’m going to cum too. I’ll flood your ass with my cum.”
“And I’m going to cum in your pussy,” Martin adds. Kevin starts grunting, and moans as he dumps his semen into Melissa’s willing mouth.
She swallows and laps up every last lick. Her eagerness excites me and I start shooting my load into her ass. Meanwhile, Martin’s emptying his cock into her pussy.
“We’re both filling you up with our cum,” he says. “All over you. All inside you.”
Now Kevin’s rubbing his cock all over her tits, and Martin and I pull our cocks out of her and start rubbing our cum all over her ass and back. We’re all three claiming and marking her as our own. We never plan to let her go now that we have her. Not now, not ever.
We are all spent and exhausted now, and we collapse onto the bed, encircling all our limbs all around each other. We’re panting, and sighing.
“That was amazing,” Melissa says. “I really loved how I was completely filled up by all you guys.”
“Good,” Martin says. “Because we really do want to do it forever.”
“Oh yeah, we never got that morning after pill,” Melissa remarks. “Is it even available here in South Korea?”
“Hell if I know,” Kevin says, and starts laughing.
“Me neither,” we all laugh.
“It doesn’t matter, though,” Kevin says, giving her a passionate kiss. He’s the only one who can right now, since his cock was just in her mouth.
“Yeah, because we really do want to put a baby in you,” Martin adds. “Don’t we guys?”
Kevin says “sure” and I surprise myself by saying the same thing, and meaning it.
I had no idea I wanted to be a father. But then again, I had no idea I wanted to share one girl with my two best friends, either. I guess life throws us some curve balls sometimes. Or, some curvy slopes we have to maneuver.
“I don’t know,” Melissa says. “I’m still young, and want to be a reporter. Don’t get me wrong,” she adds quickly. “I meant what I said when I said I love you all and want to be with you. I just don’t know if I’m ready for kids yet.”
“That’s okay,” Martin says. “Whenever you’re ready, don’t you worry at all. You’ll have three fathers happily ready to take on fatherhood with you. I think you’ll be ready sooner than you think. We do seem to have a way of getting you to do what we want.”
“Oh yeah, with three million dollars.” She pauses, then adds, “Hey, are you only saying I can be your girlfriend and baby momma so I’ll have to share the money with you?”
“Very funny,” I tell her, kissing her on the cheek. “But no. You’re welcome to keep the money. And there’s plenty more where that came from.”
“Well, that’s good,” she says. “Because I’ve been wanting to take an economic journalism course that cost more than my required coursework, but is taught by some of the best names in the industry. Not at Northwestern. Off campus.”
“There you go,” I tell her. “You can take that course and anything else your heart desires. And don’t worry about being able to go back to work after you have that baby of ours—I volunteer to be on dad duty any time.”
“And so do I,” both of my buddies quickly add.
“Let’s just take things one day at a time,” she says. “You’ll have to marry me before you can expect me to have any of your babies.”
“That’s a good idea,” Martin says.
“I agree,” says Kevin.
“How could we even make that happen?” Melissa asks. “It’s illegal.”
“We’ve found a way to do lots of things already,” I tell her. “After all, we took your regular virginity, your anal virginity, and won three Olympic medals, all in one day.”
“And fell in love,” she says, winking. “You fell in love with me. Don’t forget that.”
“I never could,” I tell her, as we all lay back into one relaxed, content mix on the bed. Exactly the way things were meant to be.
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Dublin, Ireland – Early March
Chapter 1 – Jade
“Blaaaaaaaaarf!”
I hear the strange noise before I see the obviously intoxicated man who is making it. I gasp and jump out of his way as he’s lurching in my direction. His hair is sticking up like a mad scientist. His eyes are bloodshot red. He smells like a distillery.
His shoulders bump into mine but I manage to move out of his way. Doing so is a major feat that requires a combination step/turn like something out of the ballet classes I haven’t taken since I was young. But I pull it off just in time for him to vomit on the ground instead of all over my clothes.
He falls down and no one bothers to help him up. It looks like he could use a nap so after making sure that he’s still alive— although clearly in a drunken stupor— I continue heading the way I was going before he so rudely interrupted.
“You guys!” I complain to Tessa and Monique, but they’re too far ahead of me to hear me call out to them.
I shake my head, still a bit discombobulated. The last thing I expected to happen in a movie theater— even an outdoor one— was for a stranger to nearly knock me over and almost throw up on me. But I should have known to be prepared.
When people say the Irish like to drink, they’re not exaggerating. In fact, that might be a little bit of an understatement.
“This is why I didn’t even want to come out tonight,” I mumble, as I mostly catch up with my friends.
But they’re too drunk themselves— and too busy hurrying to join the line at the bar to order more alcohol— to pay any attention to me. At this point I’m just talking to myself, which is probably for the best.
I wish my friends would have witnessed my expert maneuvering out of the path of the drunken stranger and his barf so that I could have bragging rights forever. But I’m glad they didn’t hear me complain. I don’t want to be a spoilsport and ruin their fun even though this isn’t my kind of scene.
I didn’t come to Dublin to partake in the famed pastime of drinking oneself silly, but instead to study Irish literature. I’ve spent the last three months reading Joyce, Yeats and Heaney and exploring museums.
But this is my last night here on my foreign exchange scholarship and tomorrow I must head back to Boston. So I let my friends take me out with them for once.
They’re girls I met in my class back at Boston University. When we found out we’d all be studying together in Dublin, we formed an instant friendship, even though we are completely different people.
We’re all obviously bookworms— being literature majors— but I’m the nerdy one while Tessa is the strong, take charge one and Monique is the fun party girl. We became flat mates and I enjoy their company but I don’t enjoy going out.
I thought that agreeing to go an open air cinema for a showing of Ferris Bueller’s Day Off would be a fairly tame— yet cold— event. I was right about it being cold, but not about much else.
The projector and comfortable, plush sofas are set up in the middle of Meeting House Square, which sounds like a place where fancy events are held— and often is. It looks almost like the courtyard of a Roman building, with columns all around and tent-like fabric that fails to shield us from the cruel March weather.
Everyone is wearing sweatshirts and huddled up next to their friends or lovers for protection from the elements. Except, of course, for the people too drunk to notice the temperature— including Tessa and Monique, who didn’t even bother to wear jackets.
“Why bother getting dressed up to go out if we’re just going to cover ourselves up with coats?” they had protested when I’d suggested it before we left.
“Good point,” I had answered.
I was talking about a different part of their point than they were. The part where it made no sense to get dressed up in skimpy clothes to go outside in cold weather. And perhaps I would extend that part to make a further point that it didn’t make sense to go out at all. Renting a movie and making popcorn is more my idea of a fun night.
But I would prefer to go to a movie over a bar so I was glad they had chosen to come here. I didn’t know, however, that on occasions such as tonight Meeting House Square was transformed into both an outdoor movie venue and a bar.
Nor that my friends planned to go bar-hopping all around Dublin’s Temple Bar Square area— which offers plenty of options for that goal— as soon as the movie ends. They have since filled me in on such plans.
I join Tessa and Monique in line but by the time we reach the front of it the movie is almost over.
“Three shots of whiskey with Coke backs,” Tessa tells the bartender, and my mouth drops open.
“Tessa, this is my first drink of the night,” I protest. “Can’t we start off with one of those girly martinis you made me last week while we were watching Shameless at the flat?”
