My MMF Life Ch. 02

Author’s Note:

The following story contains gay male sex. For those who are not offended by such things… read on!

By the way, if you want to read my stories in chronological order, the “Diana, Goddess of Wild” series directly follows chapter 1 of “My MMF Life”. I separated them into two stories because the Diana storyline contains cuckold and no MMF. If you’d rather skip that part, the most important things to know for context are covered in the first few paragraphs below.

Meeting the Succubus

It took me a long time to recover from Diana. I was in love with her, and like any sane man I missed having mind-blowing sex with a multi-orgasmic goddess. She was by far the most attractive woman I’d ever been with. She had an amazing body too, although if I’m being honest I don’t love fake breasts. Small is better than fake in my book, but to each their own.

It wasn’t Diana’s beauty or her body that got me hooked though, it was her non-stop orgasms. I’m a pleaser by nature, after all. I’d become addicted to having sex with her, and when it was over the withdrawal was painful. To say I handled things poorly after it ended is a massive understatement. I went out drinking almost every night and fucked every girl I could find.

It was around this time that Jen blew up my phone again. She’d met a “hot black guy with a big dick” and he was bi. She sent me a picture of her winking at the camera with his dick in her mouth. His cock really did look quite large. I was torn. I didn’t really want to hook up with her again, but I had been craving cock ever since our encounters with David.

And so one night, against my better judgment, I went over to her place. When I got there her new man was sitting at the dining room table. The remains of dinner were still on their plates. Jen was completely naked, kneeling in front of him and sucking his cock. She barely took his dick out of her mouth long enough to introduce us. His name was Don. He looked embarrassed by the situation, but he seemed nice. I couldn’t blame him for being embarrassed. You try talking with a total stranger while getting a blowjob!

Jen stopped sucking on him long enough to tell me that they’d already had sex twice that day. She was trying to get him to rally for round three. Don and I chatted awkwardly for a bit before Jen motioned me to come join her. And just like that, I was on my knees next to her, taking a turn. Don had a thick penis, only slightly longer than mine but noticeably girthier. I took his mushroom head in my mouth and sucked hard. It responded by ballooning up nicely. His dick was only half hard, but it was so big it didn’t matter. I enjoyed sucking on it for a while, savoring the experience and getting the hang of it again.

Eventually he got harder and Jen wanted to fuck, so I sat in the chair getting head while Don fucked her from behind. Jen’s oral skills were just as good as I remembered. When I started to get close she stopped, saying there was a new position she’d been dying to try. We went to the bedroom and she laid down on her back with her head over the edge of the bed, beckoning me over. She sucked me into her mouth and I cupped her ample tits. Don climbed in after her and put her legs over his shoulders. He wasted no time sinking balls deep, then proceeded to fuck her while she tried to deepthroat me. She wasn’t completely successful, but she’d obviously been practicing. She was definitely better at it than the last time we fucked.

Meanwhile, Don was really putting his back into it, slamming into her, forcing her to take me deeper. She squirted multiple times from his thickness. Each balls-deep thrust sent her juices splattering everywhere.

Eventually Don started to tire. I could see that he wasn’t fully hard anymore. Every time she gagged on me it pushed him right out of her pussy. He was clearly worn out. Jen wanted to keep fucking, so I laid down on the bed, careful to avoid the massive wet spot. I scooted back until my head was over the edge just like hers had been. Jen put a condom on my dick and climbed on to ride me.

Don stood on the floor next to the bed, his semi-hard cock hanging upside-down in front of my eyes. His penis head bumped against my lips, politely asking to come in. I smiled and sucked him into my mouth. He seemed cautious about fucking my face so I grabbed his butt with both hands and pulled. It was easier than I remembered from my encounters with David. Don was just as thick but not fully hard, so he slid right into my throat, all the way to the balls. I used my hands to guide his movements and let him fuck my face. I gagged a few times because I was so out of practice, but eventually I got into the groove and got my gag reflex under control. I used my hands on his hips to encourage him to go harder.

He picked up the pace until his balls started bouncing off my nose and eyes with each stroke. I felt him get noticeably harder in my throat. Not rock hard, but hard enough to make it a satisfying throatfuck. I, on the other hand, was very hard because cock in my throat does that!

Meanwhile, Don was kissing Jen and mauling her tits, letting me control his hips while she did all the work riding me. Eventually Jen stopped kissing him to watch us. She moaned and told me how sexy it was to see him bottoming out and making my throat bulge. She held one hand over my throat gently to feel it herself and ground on me slowly. Don and I found a nice rhythm. I would let him pound me until I gagged or needed to breathe, then I’d push him out of my throat long enough to catch my breath, never letting his big penis head out of my mouth.

After a few minutes of this he started groaning and swearing. He tried to pull out, but I was having none of it. I held his butt with both hands, keeping him balls deep while he came. He throbbed a few times in my throat but it didn’t feel like much squirted out, which wasn’t a surprise since they’d had sex a few times before I got there. He quickly got soft in my mouth. I barely even got to taste his come. What small amount there was had gone straight down my throat.

We both watched while Jen got off with her Hitachi, and shortly after that I felt a strong urge to leave. I made a lame excuse followed by a hasty exit. In a way it was anticlimactic. I never even came.

That was the last time I ever saw Jen. After that weird encounter, she kept trying to start things up again, using Don as leverage, but it wasn’t what I was looking for. I was obsessed with replicating the sexual connection I’d had with Diana.

Unfortunately, I was looking for it in all the wrong places, as it were. My drinking and reckless promiscuity continued to get worse. I was a mess and I quickly hit rock bottom. One day I woke up next to a girl whose name I didn’t even remember, with a splitting headache and hardly any recollection of the night before. I spent the afternoon puking my guts out, and that’s when I realized I needed to snap out of it. I started seeing a counselor and swore off dating and alcohol for almost six months.

Long story short, it worked. Eventually I went back out there. I had a fling or two, even dated a girl for a few months, but I wasn’t finding that chemistry… the spark of connection that I still desperately craved. I started to wonder if Diana had legitimately ruined me for other women. After all, she did set a very high standard. Once you’ve had a mental, emotional and physical connection that strong, it’s hard to settle for anything less. I found myself depressed at the prospect of having to settle.

Months passed. I went on a lot of first dates but I still wasn’t finding what I was looking for. I found myself getting depressed again.

But, as luck would have it, my fortunes finally changed for the better. One day a pretty girl caught my eye at the gym. She was about 5’7″, with red hair, pale skin and the cutest freckles. She was pretty, but not as intimidatingly beautiful as Diana. Her body however, was, in a word, perfect… She was skinny with large breasts and a tight, round yoga booty. She saw me checking her out and smiled back. I had an instant crush on her. I wanted to introduce myself but I didn’t want to intrude on her workout. I couldn’t think of a good excuse to talk to her. When she left I mentally kicked myself for the missed opportunity.

After that, every time I went to the gym I kept an eye out for her. One day I finally saw her again, but she was taking a class. I admired her tight bouncing curves through the glass wall as I worked out. I gathered the courage to talk to her when her class finished, but then I got focused on my routine and forgot all about it. The next thing I knew she was gone. I had missed my chance again!

Determined to make a connection, I started going to the gym every day, at different times, in hopes of running into her. Weeks went by. Just as I was beginning to lose hope, lightning struck.

One day at the grocery store I saw a girl with red hair staring down at her phone as she pushed her cart through the produce aisle. With her hair down and glasses on, I almost didn’t recognize her, but then it hit me: It was the hot girl from the gym! She was completely engrossed in her phone, pushing her cart on autopilot. Acting on impulse, I quickly moved my cart in front of her so that I was facing away from her, strategically in her way. After a few moments I felt her cart bump into my butt and I had to suppress a grin. My plan had worked! I turned to see her look up from her phone.

She went red in the face and apologized profusely for running into me. I told her not to worry about it and casually said, “Hey don’t I know you from the gym?”

Not the most creative opener, I’m afraid, but after that I rallied. I summoned all my courage and charm and went for it. I wasn’t going to miss my shot! Maybe she was just embarrassed from bonking me with her cart, but she let me chat her up for almost five minutes. I even made her laugh. When she did, little dimples formed right under her freckles. I was smitten.