Multiple Men Novels & Stories

Hectic, fun, confusing sometimes, but with so many directions to turn to, so many kinds of men to talk with, I was finding out a lot about men in general. I found it interesting that they all knew other men existed, but there hadn’t been a single sign of jealousy so far. They were all playing nice and tended to stick to their allotted days for communicating with me. I’d get more than one guy texting me some days, but the three brothers especially, respected the other guys had a day of their own.

Breathing became a desperate snatch of air through my nose whenever one of them pulled back far enough. My hands were still cuffed overhead, but two men stepped to either side. They wrapped my fingers around their cocks—hot, pulsing, already slick. My palms closed automatically. They guided my hands up and down in slow strokes. Eight men now: two in my pussy, one in my ass, two in my mouth, one in each hand. But they weren’t done.

Once again, I wished she could be a little more discreet before she put us in trouble. Krista furrowed her brows at us. “How were you there and you didn't hear that seven men were attacked just outside the club? Each of them lost some fingers on their right hands and the ones that are still intact were freaking crushed and barely usable. I heard there was even a body.” My blood immediately ran cold. Involuntarily, my brain dug up a detail that sent a shiver down my spine. ‘Nine. Freaking. Men. You let seven of them out of their hands on you.’ his words echoed in my head with the same intensity.

It had been some time since both men had known Selene, and she was used to being submissive, rather than scaring her away, she would give a friendship and an ardent virtual connection, new and dark between the three men who would care for her. Participating in a submissive and dominant relationship between three men, in a ménage. So they started sending one another videos of their nudes, each of them showing numerous positions, when they got back to the company, after work, they turned the woman on all fours on the table, prancing her ass , for the first of them, Amaterasu to stick his penis inside her pussy. All of that, when he was fucking her, between his thrusts in and out, between his g

"Ok, that's close. So, three billion men. Now, if we divide them by age and we figure they range from birth to eighty, and we figure there are about the same number of men in each age, that would be 37,500,000 of any one age. How old a man do you want?" "Somewhere between twenty-eight and forty." "So, if we do the math, you want a man between twenty-eight and forty. That's a twelve-year range. Twelve years times 37,500,000 is 450,000,000."

both gorgeous cocks. "His cock pushed through my lips, and he started pumping...he was rock hard...and really into it. Then you took Greg's place, and I had two big ones fucking me...you and Marty; I groaned into his big dick, and you were almost splitting me open, but then you stepped aside for Darin...mmmm...ten fucking inches...oh god it was good! It went super deep, and I was moaning...everybody was moaning...I was bringing pleasure to six different men...it was incredible...there were four guys just watching and waiting their turn. My mouth and pussy went from dick to dick to dick...it was fucking incredible!"

"Me, those three, and your damn ex? That makes five! That's too much!" Amelia arched an eyebrow but didn't bother to respond, the corners of her mouth lifting in a faint, knowing smirk. It was always the same old hypocrisy, men could juggle a dozen women and still be praised, but if a woman dared to do the same, suddenly it was a scandal. Terrence took a few deep breaths, trying to swallow his irritation. "Fine, just three men. Nothing to panic over." “Nope, it's actually this many," Amelia said coolly, lifting five fingers without flinching.

Before we could even look around, hands were on us. Four men—big, rough, no nonsense. One had a shaved head and a scar across his cheek. Another was covered in thick, dark tattoos that crawled up his neck. The third was lean but corded with muscle, cock already leaking. The fourth was the biggest—easily six-five, arms like tree trunks, cock so thick it looked painful even soft. They didn’t speak. They just moved.

"That's my good girl." He opened the door, his fingers still buried in my pussy, and three more men stepped into the room. They were all gorgeous. All older—ranging from mid-thirties to what looked like early forties. All built like they spent hours in the gym. One was covered in tattoos, another had silver at his temples that made him look distinguished and dangerous. The third had the body of a professional athlete. They looked at me—naked, flushed, dripping down Dante's hand—and their eyes darkened with pure hunger.

It was perfectly okay if I had… feelings… Shit, did I just admit that to myself? Well, since the truth was finally out in the open. That was fine. It was perfectly fine to want to kiss those firm lips of his until I was breathless… but to actively depend on his shadow? No. That was too soon. We aren't even married yet! A knock sounded on the door, and then it pushed open to reveal Grace first, followed closely by three men. Three hefty men. Two of them had eyes as piercingly cold as death itself—both completely bald, wearing tight black polos that stretched over massive muscles, heavy black tactical jackets over the polos, black combat trousers, and polished black combat boots.