Two Old Flames (MMF Menage Erotica)

Two Old Flames

by Meghan Boehners

Copyright © 2012 by Meghan Boehners

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Two Old Flames

Yet another Trekker walked by, dressed as Uhuru. A tip of the hat to the cross-dresser; he looked more like the character than any woman she'd seen yet. Boba Fett walked by, then Link, followed by a whining Zelda and some guy who looked like a medieval Bigfoot.

Oh. No. He wasn't actually in costume. He just looked like that. And – ugh! – she grabbed for her mint lip balm to mask his odor. Geez, buddy – if you can afford the entry fee here, can't you buy a bar of soap and take a shower? Gross.

She was bored out of her mind at ComicCon, here in this fancy convention center just outside San Diego, California. She had no choice but to be here as part of her job, marketing new products for a gaming company, but was utterly exhausted. Her day had sucked and she wanted to run away.

Could she be dreaming, she mused, as she tried not to stare across the convention floor, covered with people in cosplay, Princess Leia walking by about nineteen times with Chewbacca hot and heavy on her trail. A human caught her attention. No costume, no fakery – just a hot guy in Levis, a tight t-shirt and...Holy SHIT! Was that really him? Her high school crush? She hadn't seen Stephen in two years, yet there he was, the last place she expected to see the guy who broke her heart.

His head turned and he widened his eyes, making her hot with desire with one simple look, damn it. She hadn't seen him since high school, in that distant past, but now he was here, making her heart race.
Wimp
, she thought. But she couldn't deny what he was doing to her. She knew, too, that she was a hell of a lot sexier than just a few years ago. Filling out nicely and dying her hair from sad brown to a golden blonde meant she was more of an eyeful.

"Is that Dawn?" he asked, storming over, that gorgeous mouth and those hands nearly stripping her naked. Well, not really. He just hugged her, but in her mind he stripped her naked. What was that Vulcan mindmeld thing? If she focused hard enough, could she get him to ravage her right here, right now?

Dear God. Still sultry, he was, and she nearly jumped him right there. The embrace deepened, his hips digging into hers, that tight t-shirt revealing strong pecs and abs that narrowed down to.

Oh, dear. It took everything in her to hold back.

But, apparently, he had other ideas.

To her great surprise, he took the lead, hands on her waist, his lips devouring hers and shooing all rational thought. Her head swooned and he chuckled. She knew she had changed in two years – filled out and definitely more experienced. But still – Stephen had been her first.

Her simultaneous first. She, Stephen and Brian had been each others firsts, all the summer before they went away to college.

No threesomes since, but GOD she needed a twosome right now.

"You still have the same effect on me, even now," his voice trailed off. She tried to answer, but his body was on her, his hands on her ass and her mind just told her to rub her chest against his and press her hips against his. He cupped her chin in his hand and a burst of electricity shot through her. Suddenly, coming to ComicCon was the BEST idea ever, and she would be eternally grateful to her boss for making her attend.

“What are you talking about?” she finally asked, confused as hell. “You took off and never wrote, never called after you went away to college.”

“I was a scared idiot,” he answered, hands roaming. “I am not about to pass up this chance. I may have been stupid then, but not now.” His laser gaze made her melt, and she sensed a sincerity there. Warmth filled her; the sad, lonely life she led now, just out of college and shilling for the man, suddenly seemed in the distant past.

A new chapter was opening.

Her legs, too.

"It sounds crazy, but my place is close," he suggested.

“Hell, yes,” she said, jumping at the chance. Back in high school she had been too mousy, but no way would coyness ruin her chances again. She had waited until she was nineteen to lose her virginity to Stephen and Brian, always a bit heavy, shy and embarrassed after years of teasing. They had put her at ease, in love with who she was, loving her curvy body, a body that had matured, that she had matured into.

She was more than ready, and more than comfortable in her own skin.

His lips twitched with amusement, and passion. "You first,” he said, extending an arm toward the door.

"We'll see who goes first," she mocked, and his laugh went dark and intense.

"Oh, I'll make sure it's you," he growled, his arms warm and seeking flesh. Happy, she felt her breasts swell with anticipation as they rushed to his apartment.

He lived in one of those huge, sprawling apartment complexes, but getting in was quick, as he had an end townhome. They were barely in the door before he was all over her.

Buzzing, she ached, clit swollen with craving to be fucked on both of their terms. She tore off his pants, lips twitching to go down on him. A flash of memory of oral sex with Brian caught her off guard, and she found herself wishing he were here, too. Sex with both had seemed so complete. Fulfilling. She had never experienced anything like it since.

But Stephen would be more than enough. Oh, dear – judging by the dick she just unleashed, more than more than enough!

She grasped his cock with authority, pausing a moment to look at it, swelling even under her hand. She massaged his thigh with her other hand, running it under his ass, and massaged the soft skin until he moaned. Mouth eager to take him in, she focused on her lips, anticipating the taste of that beautiful cock in her mouth.

The first warm, wet flesh the tip of his cock would feel needed to be perfect. Blowing any man took a certain flair, and the first impression was important.

“Oh, you're killing me,” he said, overcome by passion, her tongue dancing along his thick root, swallowing more of him. Soon she was running her tongue in circles around the head of his cock, then plunging down to take every inch of him into her throat, smearing her tongue all over him like a flesh lollipop. His hips shifted as he sighed at the feel of her mouth around his cock.

She moved her hand on him as her tongue slid back and forth on him, accentuating the sensation of the inside of her mouth, her dangling uvula, pleasuring his rod with her hand.

"Your mouth is wet silk," he gasped, touching her hair and murmuring his thanks. She loved the power she had over him at this moment. If she had sped things up, he wouldn't have lasted another minute. But this wasn't a quickie.

She kept enjoying the feeling of this massive thing in her mouth, slowly going faster as he tightened his grasp on her hair. Licking lightly, she confidently played with his balls, enjoying the taste as his juices began to ooze out into her mouth, making her moan. She let him slide back in again, as her fingers grabbed the base of his cock firmly, establishing dominance.

All at once he groaned and grasped, grinding his hips in and out as she rolled her tongue around his pole and pumped the base. Her lips formed a pleasure circle around his penis. His balls tightened; he was about to blow. "I'm coming!" he shouted, his penis nearly twitching.

He was totally captivated, his eyes closed and face unfocused, holding his breath but savoring every touch of her lips, her mastery. Knowing she could give him so much more, she finessed the tip, tickling and stroking, slid up twice with two massive strokes, then released it so it flopped onto his stomach, tonguing his inner thigh to his balls, where she sucked one entirely into her mouth.

His ass tightened and he hissed, "Give me your mouth!"

She was more than happy to comply. Her tongue gave him the extra he needed. "I don't know if I can take it any more! You have me where you want," he cried.

She was a blow job prodigy. She moved her lips up on his pole, pushing him over the edge.

His hips began to buck and his cock swelled suddenly. "Fuck yes!" he called out, his dick suddenly lunging into the back of her throat. He grabbed her shoulders as sweet, acrid cum filled her mouth, and she kept her mouth still while milking the base of him with her hand. He shivered and shook and contracted and contorted until, finally, she pulled her mouth away and gently pumped his shaft, careful to keep her hand away from the too-sensitive tip, Stephen shaking and quivering with little aftershocks of orgasm.

And then she swallowed. His eyebrows shot up with admiration. She giggled.

His arms beckoned, bodies entwined, hand on her abdomen. "Now we shift places.” He squared his shoulders and shifted their bodies so she was now prone on the couch.

She moaned before he even touched her. His tongue settled on her red nub, a soft touch like a promise, that made her ooze with pleasure where his lips met, like silk, instantaneously.

"That feels so good, "she said, his practiced arms reaching under her hips, splayed and reaching for every square inch. Using those muscled arms, he hiked her up a few inches, giving himself one hand to drive her crazy, gliding two fingers in her eager pussy and looping it up enough to make her vaginal walls pulsate.

Lust drove her to new heights, all heat converging on her clit as he teased it, building her to a screaming orgasm, slipping his finger in and out, making her want more. Her legs began to shake and she knew she would come like a freight train soon. She could feel for his head, sinking her hands into him, slipping and guiding him to find the just-right rhythm that would --

"Oh, Steve!" she hissed, pelvis grinding into his mouth and tongue. Laving now, his tongue widening, he alternated between a more diffuse feeling and the targeted, pointed tongue that made her entire body zing. Feeling both made her orgasm crest as even her rib muscles tightened, her pussy walls encasing and imprisoning his finger, her hands now urgently shoving his face into her, his tongue working hard to keep her frenzy going.

"No! Keep going! God, don't stop!" she screamed, fingernails gouging his shoulders, her clit forced against his face as she cried, "I am coming, oh, my GOD!" She had never exploded like this, had never been in the hands of a master like this. Focusing on her orgasm, he followed, butterflying her nub, now licking as the peak ended, her gasps subsiding, like an athlete recovering.

She opened her eyes and found them locked with a familiar pair, because there stood Brian, watching patiently across the room, pants unzipped, stroking himself.

“Hey there, Dawn,” he said, as if running into her at the mall and saying “hi.”

“BRIAN!” she shrieked. Stephen grinned and slid his hands up her body, kissing her. He tasted like pussy, which made her red and engorged again, her clit and pussy clenching so hard she climaxed yet again simply from the kiss, her pussy pressing into his hip, her juices in her mouth, his mouth, the odor turning her on so much that she found herself orgasming without touch.

Soon she felt a new pair of hands on her. Brian had stripped naked during the kiss, Stephen whispering, “Let's make this a full house,” and all she could do was nod and close her eyes again as a new mouth, one that didn't taste like her, took her lips and kissed her tenderly.

“God, we have missed you,” Brian whispered in her ear.

“What are you doing here?” she asked, confused.

“Steve and I are roommates. I was at work and just got home from my shift to find you two here. What a welcome dinner!” he said, hands squeezing her breasts, mouth kissing the valley between them.