Mmf - Guy New York - ebook

Mmf, Short Stories of Boy Boy Girl Love, is a collection of 50 short stories about threesomes with two men and one woman. Ranging from hotwives to swingers and one night stands, these stories are always hot, occasionally sweet, sometimes funny, and so incredibly real you’ll feel like you’re in the center of the action.

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Short stories of boy boy girl love

Guy New York


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Copyright © 2017 by Guy New York

Published by QNY

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ISBN: 9781508057284


She Brought The Storm

Summer and Fall

Beautiful, Brilliant, And Wet

When We’re Not Trying

A Jealousy Kink

Kneeling Between Us

It’s Only Polite

Three Snowballs

A Truly Horrible Chaperone

A Cruel Beginning

Harder Than Normal

A Hundred Ways to Share

It Was A Simple Threesome

Tell Him Everything

A View from The Standard Hotel

Two Hearts Coming At Once

A Horrible Threesome

Making it Easy

Shudders of Envy

I Want More

Because I Miss You

Call Us Daddy

Three Frantic People

Not The Most Faithful

Hotel Monteleone

Between Us

Close The Door

Fucking On The Floor

Fake It All

She’s a Funny Girl

Happy Birthday

Breaking The Rule

His Always Smile

One Drop At A Time

You Want Me to Tell You Who Should Kneel

Pull Me Back

The Reprimanding Department

A Blind Test

You’re From Portland

Just a Kiss

He and Her and Me

If I Wasn’t a Jealous Person

It Damn Well Counts

Take This Off

The Painters

Brent And Kelly

The Elevator

More Than Two

The Sailboat

About The Author

More by Guy New York



SHE CAME IN FROM THE storm on a mission that couldn’t be stopped. The day had been long, the snow incessant, and we had been teasing her with text messages all day long. To be fair, we had been teasing her with pics of us sucking each other off on her couch. It wasn’t our fault that we had the day off and she didn’t.

The fire was hot and the radiators were hotter, which meant that within seconds of her walking through the door her ice and snow covered clothes were leaving a puddle in the hallway. We were dressed properly in bathrobes and fuzzy slippers, but since it was rude not to join in we dropped them to the floor as we scooped her naked body up into our arms and carried her to the bed.

He started to make a joke about the cold and I started to ask how her day was, but before either of us could get out a word she had one cock in each hand and it was clear that talking wasn’t really all that important anyway. I grabbed her by the hair and pulled her closer and the growl that left her lips was enough to know it was the right thing to do.

We surrounded and engulfed her like there was six of us, covering her with our warm bodies as we crushed her between us on the bed, and our mouths found every cold spot within seconds. He kissed her neck where her scarf had come undone, and I found a spot on her thigh that must have pressed against the cold buckle of her bag. By the time I found a very warm spot between her legs, she had him in her mouth and the snow was as forgotten as everything else.

When I moved up to fuck her she arched her head back asking for three things at once. My hand was on her throat in an instant while his moved to her hair even as he thrust into her open mouth even harder. I fucked her cunt as he fucked her throat, and she gasped and cried as we held her tightly between us, using her for her sake as much as our own. Her only moments of speech were to beg for more, to ask for it rougher, and to cry out in a fury that came from every place at the same time.

A while later she lay on her stomach as we took turns fucking her while she bit the pillow. Her sobs had vanished and were replaced by demands, and we filled every one of them without pause. But it wasn’t until I held her against me, my hand back on her throat as he thrust into her cunt that she finally let go.

My lips against her ear, his fingers digging into her thighs, and mine against her clit was enough to push her over the edge as she repeated the words I said over and over again. She bit her arm, her face red from everything, and she screamed as her back arched and her legs trembled. Clenching around him, she held him there, his cock filling her perfectly as she came and came, her hot tears streaming down her face as her familiar smile broke out across her face.

“Welcome home,” I finally whispered as we cuddled up next to her. “I’m sorry you had to go out in that.”

“I’m never leaving the house again,” she said, kissing us both before pulling the blanket up over her head. “Especially if someone brings me wine. And maybe bacon too. And if we do move, it’s only to the fire and even then I’m not putting on clothes just more blankets.”

“You brought the storm with you,” he whispered as he got up to open a bottle. I looked at her but she shrugged with as much confusion as me as we stared at his beautiful ass walking out the door, knowing he’d back in minutes. We smiled and lay back on the bed, and I had to close my eyes to convince myself it was still snowing.



SHE CLIMBED ONTO MY LAP as he watched us, a smile on his face that I had seen a million times before.

“I can’t believe I’ve never kissed you,” she whispered, her lips just brushing my own.

“Is that what you want?” I asked. “Just a kiss?”

“I want more than a kiss,” she said letting me taste her breath as I dug my fingers into the small of her back and pulled her closer. Her lips were full and soft, and I could feel years of anticipation pressing against the back of my throat. Our kiss was tender and strong. It was summer and fall.

“You two are beautiful,” he said leaning closer to us, even as I slid the straps of her dress off her shoulders. Her neck was impossibly soft and her collarbone left a pool of shadow in which I buried my mouth. When her hips moved I was hard in an instant, and she whimpered into my ear as she pushed against me.

She was the one who motioned for him to lose his shirt as I kissed the space between her breasts, and out of the corner of my eye I watched him kneel beside us, his hand on his belt and his bare chest strong and slick. Without thinking I ran one hand up his body from his stomach to his parted lips, where he took them instantly.

“Let’s suck his cock,” she whispered into my ear, her hand pulling at his buckle. “While we fuck,” she added as an afterthought. I wiggled beneath her, my mind growing dizzy in an instant as she helped me pull my cock from my jeans and roll a condom over it as he watched. Her dress was around her waist, his hand inside his pants, and in a moment everything was clear once more.

She guided me inside her, slowly opening around me as I held her hips and ass; he lifted her dress, watching us join for the first time. He licked his lips as he watched, and then suddenly she was on me, my cock buried inside her completely, and my mouth back on hers with a hunger that bordered on ravenous.

And before I could get used to anything, he was standing next to us, his hard cock in his fist as she leaned in and took him into her mouth. My hand replaced his in a second as I tried to focus on everything at once, and he was impossibly hard. She pulled him closer, leaning back just enough to watch my lips open as well, taking him into my mouth as I pulled her onto me with a hand on the small of her back.

I don’t know how long we stayed like that, but it might have been years; taking turns sucking his cock and fucking for the first time after waiting almost too long. I don’t know how I managed to focus at all, and I don’t know how she slipped a hand between our bodies to rub her clit exactly the right way. I do know that he screamed out both our names as he grew closer, and I do know that we laughed and grinned as we jerked him off into our waiting mouths. And I know that her sticky kiss, salty and sweet, was full of tenderness and come all at the same time.

He lay back and watched, his body still shaking as she clenched around me, her dress now lost to a dark corner of the floor. I kissed her neck and pulled a nipple between my teeth until she screamed. But it wasn’t until I threw her to her back, opened her thighs, and stared at her open cunt that I was fully present. I fucked her once more, her head nearly in his lap, and she closed her eyes and arched her hips to meet me as she slapped her cunt with an open hand. Over and over again she beat her tender skin as I slammed into her, her moans growing darker and deeper with each second.

When she came it was with a growl and with tears. Her face closed in pain and pleasure, her thighs closed around me, and her hands turned to fists in an instant. She screamed and screamed, even as I continued fucking her, and it went on for an endless moment. I kissed her mouth as he cradled her head, and when I finally held her she started to laugh.

I pulled out and lay next to her, still in the spasms of release, and he sighed as he touched my face.

“So beautiful,” he said again, his voice echoing in the dark room like a light in the sky.



WE SAT ON THE COUCH after everyone else had gone to bed. His hand was on one thigh and mine was on the other while she turned back and forth between us. We had been flirting all night, hell we had been flirting all month, but this was the closest to alone the three of us had ever been.

“You are beautiful,” he whispered, pushing her hair behind an ear as he kissed her neck.

“And brilliant,” I added, my lips brushing her cheek.

“And wet,” she said, turning instantly in to kiss me. It was not tender, and it was not sweet, but it spoke volumes. “Also ready.”

We were something of a blur as we undid buttons, pulled off shirts, and removed everything that was in the way of skin. She kissed him and then me as we finally felt the warmth of each other’s bodies. When I touched his face, and he kissed me too, she let out a sigh which was instantly followed by the sound of her jeans hitting the floor. Our hands returned to her thighs, this time opening her legs as our fingers moved higher.

“Can I watch?” she asked, now naked and trembling.

“Watch what?” I asked, leaning her head back with one hand in her hair. “What do you want to see?”

“Him,” she moaned, her fingers moving between her legs. “I want to watch him suck your cock.”

He didn’t pause before moving to the floor, and a second later I was hard in her hand as he looked up at her. She slowly jerked me off as his face moved closer, and her breathing grew quicker with each stroke.

“Please,” she sighed again. “It’s so fucking hot.”

Without any more wait his lips opened around me and all three of us watched in awe as he took me into his mouth, sucking my cock until he had taken all of me. She leaned in closer, her mouth moving down my body, even as her own fingers kept working between her legs.

“I’ve never seen that before. Not this close. Not like this,” she moaned as I reached down and pulled him closer with one hand in his hair. He moaned around me, reaching up and grabbing my cock without letting me out of his mouth. I watched her, body shaking and eyes wide, and I watched him, lost in concentration, as he dragged me closer to the edge.

“Oh god,” I moaned, my head leaning back as I felt my whole body tighten. “Oh fuck, I’m going to come.”

And then she was next to him, her head practically resting on my stomach as he continued. I moaned his name and his fist was a blur. I clenched the blanket on the couch, closed my eyes, and finally let myself go, filling his mouth as he sucked me fiercely between his lips. He never stopped, his hand held me tightly as he swallowed my come, and it was only when he finally came up for air that she leaned in and kissed him hard on the mouth. He kissed her back, pulling her in closer as I slowly grew soft.

“I need to be fucked,” she growled between kisses, and it was my turn to pull her up onto my lap and open her legs as he stood. I reached a hand between her thighs as he rolled a condom down over his cock, and seconds later she was kissing me once more as he slid inside her.

“Oh god,” she said, turning to kiss me as they fucked, and the look in her eyes was clear. She was lost. She was happy. And she needed more.

“Don’t worry,” I whispered, pushing two fingers between her lips. “We’re just getting started.”



I like her body when it’s with our bodies.

Sometimes, when we’re tired of thinking and tired of trying, we simply lie on the bed in a tangle of limbs and see what comes next. There’s no choreography and no goal setting to make us do any one thing, and it feels good to give up. Maybe there’s a hand here or lips there, but it doesn’t matter. No one is getting called names, and no one has an ounce of work to do.

Sometimes we suck, or fuck, but often we let ourselves be alone as we lie there together. We don’t speak and we don’t decide, but as each one of us drifts into their own world, we give room for what we need. He likes to sit up with both hands on his cock and she likes to move from her back to her stomach over and over again. I dig my toes into the sheets and raise my ass off the bed as my right hand moves faster and faster.

And on those days, when we’re not trying, when we’re not attempting to make something out of sex, we often come all at once. After all this time our rhythms connect and one person’s moans lead to another and then another. Her screams are by far the loudest, but our voices snuggle up against them and all three of us watch as our cocks swell and burst.

Sometimes when we’re tired of thinking and tired of trying, we simply lie on the bed in a tangle of limbs and see what comes next.



WE ALL KNEW WE WERE going to fuck, we just didn’t know it would be like that.

By the time we got to the bed I was pretty sure I would mostly watch them, and my jealousy kink would kick in just in time. I like watching her get fucked, and it’s good for me to let go.

“Tell us what to do,” she whispered before my thoughts could take me any further. I looked at them, him eager and hard, her breathless and spread out on the bed, and I forgot about what was supposed to happen. I looked him in the eyes and suddenly I was me again.

“Do you want to fuck her?” I asked. He simply nodded as I moved closer to them both. “And you?” She moaned out a yes. I reached down with one hand and opened her cunt, watching as he couldn’t look away. I rubbed her swollen lips as I took my cock in my other hand and they were waiting with bated breath.

“Ask for it,” I told her. “Beg him to fuck you and I’ll see if I let him.” Her eyes opened wide in a moment of concern, but she begged all the same. She opened her legs wider and rubbed her own fingers between her wet folds as her voice filled with longing. I was fully hard in seconds, and I stood up on the bed as he moved closer.

“You can fuck her if you suck my cock,” I said, my hand reaching out for the back of his head without thinking. He slid into her, pulling moans from both of their lips, before opening around me. I pushed into him, fucking his mouth as I watched them. She bucked her hips up against him, her hand still on her clit, but her eyes now glued to my cock.

“Fuck her harder,” I moaned when I finally fell back down to my knees. He leaned forward and slammed into her just as I took a handful of her hair and pulled her to me. Her mouth was open and warm, and even after all these years it felt unfamiliar. She devoured me as they fucked, and their moans and screams grew louder with each thrust. I reached a hand down between them, feeling him sliding in and out of her cunt, and then I was done.

“Come in my mouth,” she pleaded. “Let me swallow.” I didn’t think as I pulled her to me, and his thrusts grew deeper and slower. She took me all the way into her throat, and she didn’t once let go as I filled her mouth.

She licked her lips when I finally pulled away and he instantly kissed her even as his own body began to tighten. She closed her eyes, her fingers frantically rubbing her pussy as he started to come. She clenched around him as I slid down next to them, and within seconds they were both screaming out their release through the open window.

He finally collapsed on her other side, and we watched her chest rise and fall with each quick breath. I kissed her and he kissed me, all three of us tasting like my come.

“Thank you,” they both mumbled at the same time. I looked up at the ceiling, still smiling with surprise.



When she kneels between us her eyes light up.

On occasion we make her wait there because it’s just so much fun to see. She looks up at us, and her head moves back and forth along with her hand. She runs her fingers up our legs, and brushes against us just enough to keep from getting in trouble. We often talk about other things and try to pretend we’re not watching her, but I suspect we do a terrible job.

“What is it you want, dear one?” I ask when I can’t wait any longer.

“Dick!” she says enthusiastically. She knows she’s supposed to beg, or plead, but she’s so fucking gleeful it’s impossible to resist.

“Which one do you want first?”

“I don’t care, just give me.”

By the time our pants are unzipped and we’re in her hands, our cocks are so hard it hurts.

She always starts with him. Once she told me it was because he’s the guest, but I suspect she likes to make me wait. She ends with a loud pop when she lets him go, and she often breaks out in a giggle at the sound. She looks up at me with a sultry smile, and before I can say anything she has me all the way down her throat and I’m lost.

Once she’s had her first taste of us both she’s on her own. She moves back and forth at whim, and I swear I don’t understand it. Each time she switches she’s more excited, and I can only imagine what’s going through her mind during the brief pauses when her mouth is free.

If she’s feeling lazy she can make us last half an hour. She teases and toys with us until our legs are exhausted and we hold onto one another to keep standing.

When she’s being playful we’re lucky to last five minutes. She uses both hands and she’s ferocious in her efforts. She talks to us in between, and by the time one of us is coming the other is nearly there. Often it’s enough for me to watch his body shake and tremble as her mouth closes around him. It’s enough to see him pull her closer, and to hear her struggle as she swallows everything before licking her lips.

He holds me when it’s my turn, and somehow neither one of us falls.



HE WAS SOAKING WET BY the time he walked in the door, so he stripped down to his briefs, and we brought him tea as we left his clothes out to dry. He sat on our bed next to the open window and we dried his wet hair with a towel.

He grinned when I stood behind her and pulled her shirt off over her head.

“It’s only polite,” I told them. “If our guest is naked, it’s just rude of us to leave our clothes on.”

She elbowed me in the ribs, but she didn’t stop me from pulling her jeans off her legs. She laughed as I lost my shirt and he watched carefully when I undid her bra. She grew quieter when I slipped it off her shoulders, and when it joined our pile of clothes on the floor his eyes were wide open. When I removed her final piece of clothing no one said a word.

She looked over her shoulder with a question in her eye, and I nodded my head. I sat down on the edge of the bed as she crawled towards him, and within seconds their arms were around each other and their mouths were open. She nestled down between us as we slipped out of our shorts, and she giggled when she felt our bodies pressing against her.

“I like having two men in my bed,” she whispered as she lay down on her back. We kissed her neck and we kissed her breasts. Our fingers ran up her thighs, and when he pressed his hand against her she sighed. I watched as he opened her, and she reached down to wrap her hands around us both.

“Are we really doing this?” she suddenly asked between breaths. “Because if not, then we need to stop. And if we are then I want someone inside of me now.”