A Happy Bunch Ch 02

Tags:

bisexual male, mmf, spit play, piss play, anal, rough sex, squirting

Author's Note:

All characters in this story are 18 or older. A Happy Bunch is an explicit, emotionally intense tale featuring adult themes including bisexual male-male sex, group sex (MMF), piss play, spit play, power dynamics, and raw, uninhibited eroticism.

This story explores pleasure, connection, and the complexity of polyamorous relationships through scenes of graphic sexuality, deep intimacy, and emotional surrender. Reader discretion is advised.

A Happy Bunch is a revised version of my own previously published story, A Happy Throuple.

6

What had happened to me in such a short time was nothing short of unreal. First, I dumped Brit--my hot, but high-maintenance girlfriend--and within days I was in the arms of Kari and Ken, a dangerously seductive couple who unlocked doors in me I didn't even know existed.

I was high. Not on drugs, but on lust. On pleasure. On the mind-blowing reality that I was living out my dirtiest, wildest fantasies with two of the most uninhibited, gorgeous people I'd ever met.

Kari and Ken were the perfect combination of sweet, smart, fun, and freaky. And not just freaky--they were artists in the bedroom. They worshipped me. Loved my youth, my energy, my eagerness. They made me feel wanted in a way Brit never could. They took their time. They paid attention. They played with me like I was a priceless new toy that had just arrived on their doorstep--still fresh, still full of promise.

Every second with them was a new flavor of ecstasy. I was a kid in a cosmic candy store, overwhelmed and hungry for more. I honestly couldn't imagine a future without them, and I knew they felt the same. We were electric.

After surviving a cold childhood and a lifeless relationship, it was as if the Universe had finally cracked a smile and handed me a ticket to paradise. I wasn't just lucky--I was blessed. I had been handpicked by the gods of pleasure, joy, and connection. The entire choreography of atoms, insects, lovers, galaxies--everything--had shifted just so I could get my brains fucked out by this perfect couple.

I am that important.

Okay, okay... maybe not. That's not how the universe works. But maybe, just maybe, life gives you these moments--these gifts. If you're lucky, they burn bright enough to guide you through the dark times. And right now? I was basking in the fire.

So--back to it. I had just followed Kari inside, still flushed from Ken's wild pounding. She was radiant and ready, and I was about to fuck this pop goddess like she was headlining her own X-rated world tour.

She fucked like a star on stage--think Britney or Taylor, soaked in sweat, body on fire, dancing and grinding for hours with that hypnotic intensity. Her hair stuck to her neck, her body gleamed under the lights, and every breath she took was a moan waiting to happen. I was charged up. Possessed. We fucked for what felt like forever--every position I knew, and a few I probably invented on the spot, desperate to see what she looked like unraveling under each one.

"Harder," Kari whispered, her voice already cracked. "Give me all of it."

I was relentless, driven by raw instinct and a need to see her fall apart beneath me. The sound of our bodies slapping echoed like music. She grabbed my ass, digging her nails in to pull me deeper.

Ken stood close, sweat-slick and hard as a rock, eyes ablaze as he watched every stroke like it was sacred.

"Grab her hips and fuck her hard, buddy," he growled, his voice low and rough. "That's it, my sweet boy. Go deeper. She lives for this... don't you, Kari?"

"God, YES!" she cried, voice wrecked and deliciously breathless as I hammered into her. "He's so fucking good, baby!"

"Turn her around. I want to see her take it from behind."

"Yes, sir." I didn't hesitate.

With Ken's strong hands helping, we flipped her like a rag doll--her laughter cutting through the sweat and sex--and I dove into her from behind, clutching her hips and slamming into her slick heat. Her back arched, ass bouncing, mouth open in shock and pleasure as I pounded her.

"Jesus, Leo," she gasped. "You're fucking feral."

"Wait for it," I growled, then yanked her hair back just enough to make her moan as I pistoned into her.

Then I rolled her onto her back and fucked her deep, slow, locking eyes with her glowing green gaze. Her legs wrapped around me, holding me in place like she never wanted me to leave her body.

Ken knelt beside us, rubbing her clit with his fingers and whispering, "Look at you, Kari. Getting fucked like a dream. You feel him owning that pussy?"

She nodded frantically, moaning into his mouth when he kissed her.

I shifted her onto her side, one toned leg draped over my shoulder as I drove into her soaking wet slit, her body twisting to meet every thrust. I even flipped her upside down, balancing her on her shoulders, her legs up like a gymnast. My cock found a new angle and she screamed--a raw, beautiful wail like a rockstar at the climax of her show.

Ken was in pure bliss, stroking himself, licking sweat from Kari's nipples, smacking my ass, and kissing me hungrily every time I paused for air. He spat into my mouth, whispered filth into my ear, and moaned like he was inside her too. "You were made for this," he said, jerking me harder. "Fuck her like she's your stage."

I did. God, I did.

Kari was electric. Her body jolted hard--"OHHHH FUCK YES"--and she pulled back, making my cock slip out just as she squirted uncontrollably, soaking the floor and her thighs in a hot, desperate rush.

"Holy fuck," I gasped, grabbing my cock and stroking it hard. The sight of her body twitching, dripping, glowing--it was too much. Ropes of cum blasted across her stomach, her breasts, her thighs, marking her completely.

And then Ken--devoted, filthy Ken--dropped to his knees like he was kneeling before a goddess. He licked her breasts, her stomach, her pussy, his tongue cleaning every sticky drop of my release from her glistening skin like it was holy nectar. His moans vibrated through her body.

"Look at this mess," he murmured, grinning as he licked a streak off her hipbone. "Fucking beautiful."

Kari lay back, arms out, chest rising and falling as if she'd just run a marathon. "This one deserves an award," she said faintly, wiping the sweat from her flushed body. "That was one helluva fuck session."

Ken looked up at me, cum still glistening on his lips. "Ready for round two?"

--

Now, with your permission, I'd like to skip forward a little. There's just too much to tell, and not enough time to tell it all. I'll stick to the juiciest parts--the parts you'll feel in your gut and groin.

This is my story, after all. Imagine we're sitting around a campfire, and I'm the friend telling you a story that makes you flush hot and breathless, maybe even sneak a hand beneath your waistband while you listen.

So, until Sunday afternoon when I finally headed home, the three of us were insatiable. We drank wine, tried to watch a couple of movies but couldn't focus--someone's hands always wandered, someone always ended up on their knees. We laughed, talked, and fucked like there was no tomorrow. And after all the fucking... we fucked some more.

At one point, due to a wildfire spreading fast in my ass, Ken graciously stayed away from it for a while. Kari took over, doting and sweet, gently caring for me with soothing ointments and soft kisses.

I didn't want to go home--but I had to.

When I finally made it back, I was exhausted. But I wore a dazed, well-fucked smile that didn't leave my face for two whole days.

At the sawmill, my coworkers noticed. They gave me shit for it, of course--smirking, elbowing me. When I gave them a redacted version of the weekend--edited down for straight-male consumption--they cheered.

In my version, Kari became the star of my little R-rated tale, while Ken's role disappeared entirely. Somehow I didn't think they'd take the news of my ass getting pounded into oblivion too well. Coming out in a place full of chainsaws and buzzcut masculinity isn't the wisest move. I like my limbs where they are.

That Friday, I went back to Kari and Ken's place. We were even filthier this time. The burn in my ass had faded enough for me to tempt fate again. I told Ken he could go as hard and as deep as he wanted--and he did.

Kari, as always, made sure I was ready. She lubed me, stretched me, kissed me, stroked my cock, toyed with my nipples while her husband wrecked me with slow, brutal thrusts. Her sweet moans and filthy encouragement drove me wild.

By my fourth visit, I was fully broken in. Oh, the initial entry always had that sting--that sharp, dizzying stretch that sent shivers through my whole body. But it was addictive. Pain wrapped in pleasure, agony dressed in silk.

I loved it.

We were thick as thieves by then--lovers and best friends. I even took a week off work so we could indulge in a full-blown fuckfest. Seven days. No rules. No clocks.

We played like honeymooners. We made love, we power-fucked, we got nasty. Spit play, golden showers, spanking. They tied me down a few times and took me in every way they wanted.

Yes, Kari had a strap-on--and yes, she knew exactly what she was doing with it.

I was their willing, aching sub, and I loved it. That gentle, giving side of me--the part that just wants to be used and adored--had found its place with them.

Ken was naturally dominant, Kari learned quickly, and I... I bloomed under their control.

We tried everything. Roleplay became a favorite. Teacher and student. Doctor and patient. Stranger and hitchhiker. We let our minds wander, and our bodies followed.

The last night of our honeymoon week was the wildest.

We were in the kitchen. Kari and I were washing dishes, nude and glowing. Well--almost nude. She had a sarong slung low on her hips, and I was in a towel that barely stayed on.

I had just shelved the last mug when Ken came up behind me, his big arms sliding around my waist. He pulled me into him--slow, warm, tender. Like I was something precious.

Kari knew what was coming. She cleared the kitchen table with a playful smirk, yanked the towel from my waist, folded it neatly, and laid it down like a cushion. Then she climbed up and scooted back, leaving space for me at the edge--right where Ken would want me.

Ken grabbed me firmly under the arms and lifted me like I weighed nothing--his strength always stunned me. He placed me at the edge of the kitchen table, directly in front of Kari. Her hands slid beneath my thighs, spreading me wide before pulling me tight into her embrace.

I gasped as her soft, warm breasts pressed into my back, her nipples hard against my skin. She kissed the back of my neck, her breath hot, her arms wrapping around me. The wet heat of her body pressed against the small of my back.

Ken didn't waste a second. He reached for the lube, slicked his thick shaft, and stepped between my legs, his cock in hand. He locked eyes with me for a moment--checking, always checking--and when I nodded, he slowly pushed forward.

The thick crown of his cock breached me, stretching me open inch by inch. My body arched into Kari's, helpless with sensation as Ken sank in deeper, pressing me back into her. My breath caught. I whimpered softly.

Kari kissed the side of my face, her voice low and adoring. "You feel so good between us," she whispered.

Ken pulled nearly all the way out, paused, and then drove back in with a deep, devastating thrust. My head fell back against Kari's shoulder as a raw moan tore from my lips.

"So beautiful," she whispered, her hands caressing my chest, my belly. Her fingers brushed my nipples and I shuddered.

Ken cradled the back of my neck and kissed me hard--deep, wet, full of hunger. His hips rocked slowly, rhythmically. Each stroke was firm, deliberate. Possessive.

"I'm so happy you're here," he murmured into my mouth.

I melted between them--surrounded, filled, claimed. More than lovers, they felt like shelter. Like home. I wanted to stay like this forever--held, fucked, worshipped.

My cock twitched, and I gasped as thick streams of cum shot across Ken's abs and chest. Kari held me tighter, humming with satisfaction, her lips trailing kisses along my shoulder.

Ken didn't stop. He kept thrusting, slow and steady, kissing me deeply.

"Fuck him, babe," Kari purred. "Harder. I want to see you fuck him hard."

Ken paused, his cock buried inside me, and looked down at where our bodies met. He gave a slow, wicked smile. "You sure he's ready?"

"He's more than ready."

Ken pulled out gently. I was still throbbing, my body trembling.

"Short break," he said, caressing my hip. "But then I'm going to really fuck you. Hard. You up for it?"

I was breathless, eyes wide--but I nodded. "Yes. I trust you."

"Ooh," Kari moaned, hopping off the table. "That'll be so hot to watch."

After a drink of water and a few deep breaths, Ken returned. He guided me onto my side on the table, hugging my knees, ass angled just right. Fetal position. Vulnerable. Offered.

Kari slicked him up again, her fingers warm and teasing. I tensed as the fat head of his cock pressed against me.

"This is going to be rougher than usual," Ken warned, voice low but gentle. "If you want me to stop--say so. I mean it."

"I'm okay," I whispered. "I want it."

"Good," he said, gripping my hip. "Then hold on."

His cock pushed into me--fast this time, thick and deep. The force of it made me cry out.

"OH FUCK!" I gasped, overwhelmed, my body jerking. He was deeper than ever before, and the sudden fullness sent shockwaves through me.

Ken groaned as he pulled out and slammed back in, harder.

"AHHH--!" I wailed, caught between pain and bliss. My fingers gripped the edge of the table.

"Ride it," Ken growled. "Breathe through it. You're doing so good."

My mind spun. It was intense. Brutal. Beautiful. I didn't know whether to beg for mercy or more--but I didn't want him to stop.

"Fuck," Ken groaned, voice ragged. "You have no idea how hot you are like this."

I whimpered, and he paused--just for a moment--his hand stroking my thigh. I nodded again, eyes closed, trusting him with everything.

"Keep going," I whispered. "Don't stop."

"Goddamn, you're perfect," Ken said through clenched teeth as he slammed back in. "You were made for this."

"Harder, babe," Kari breathed from nearby. "Don't stop now."

He obeyed, unleashing himself in a fevered rhythm--deep, punishing thrusts that pushed me to the edge. I cried out again and again, each moan swallowed by the sound of skin slapping skin, of breathless gasps and whispered praises.

Kari's fingers brushed my hair as she knelt beside the table, kissing my face, stroking my arm, telling me how good I was, how strong, how loved.

Ken's orgasm hit like a thunderclap. He shouted my name as he came deep inside me, his whole body shaking with release. He held me after, panting, pressing kisses into my spine.

We stayed like that for a long time. Tangled. Sweaty. Safe.

Loved.

Ken and Kari both smiled lustfully and then...

"OH FUCK!" I cried out, my voice cracking with the shock of intensity when Ken rammed the entirety of his huge dick all the way up inside my sensitive asshole in one hard, punishing thrust.

It was overwhelming--but I had asked for this. I had begged for it. My body trembled at the violent pleasure, nerves singing with electricity.

Ken pounded my asshole a few times, then laughed low and wicked as he pulled his dick out of my tight anus...only to slam it back inside me even harder.

"AHHH GOD!" I gasped, voice hoarse with sensation as Ken resumed to fuck me in a wild frenzy. "YES...oh fuck yes--don't stop, please!"

"Ride it," Ken said softly as he closed his eyes. "Ride the pain. Let it become pleasure."

I didn't know if I wanted him to stop or go even harder--but the truth was, I wanted it all. Every inch. Every brutal second. I gave myself over to it.

"God damnit, you're amazing," Ken exclaimed ferociously, breath hot. "Do you understand how wonderful you are? How fucking hot this feels?"

Even in the haze, I asked for a moment--just a breath--to adjust. Ken paused, pressing deep inside, his hand warm on my hip.

But Kari's eyes were blazing. "No! Keep going, honey," she said, wild with lust. "There's no easy way through this. Just fuck him hard. He wants it. He loves it."

What was happening to me? My body was fire. My mind melted. The only thing that existed was their hunger.

"Oh God, oh Jesus, oh fuck fuck fuck," Ken chanted hotly as he continued to unleash the full wrath of his insanely hard dick down on my poor, stretched asshole.

"I might squirt just from watching this," Kari gasped, her voice trembling with excitement as she stroked her husband's chest and abs while he pounded into me. "Fuck him harder! Make him cry!"

Fueled by her wild encouragement, Ken drove into me with an intensity that felt nearly supernatural.

Smash. Slam. Smash.

Sometimes he slowed, just to tell me how beautiful I looked, how good it felt to take me like this--raw, overwhelmed, utterly open. Kari, riding high on his energy, grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled my head back until I was looking into Ken's blazing eyes as he fucked me hard.

"It's okay sweetheart," Kari whispered, her words surprisingly tender even as she tugged harder on my hair. Then she spit in my face, the shock of it strangely electric. "You're doing so well. You can handle this. He's just hitting you deep, right at those raw, tender nerves."

Ken didn't slow. He stayed locked in, possessed by the moment. His filthy words rained down on me--soft one second, savage the next. Kari wasn't offering any relief either. Her grip stayed tight. I started to cry from the intensity, and she licked the tears off my cheeks, laughing as she did.

"Oh, baby," she murmured, equal parts mocking and affectionate. "He's almost there. Just look at his face. You've nearly driven him over the edge."

The pain was staggering. The passion, overwhelming. They fed on my surrender--spanking, slapping, kissing me while calling me every name they could think of. I gave in. Fully. And somewhere in the middle of all that chaos, the pain flipped into pleasure, and back again.

Then Ken cried out, low and guttural, and slammed deep into me one final time, releasing himself with a ferocious moan. I could feel him throb and pulse inside me as he emptied everything into my body.

He pulled out, breathless, and stepped aside.

Kari grabbed me by the chest and pushed me onto my back. She climbed on top, straddling my hips. Without pause, she slammed herself down onto my cock and rode me hard--fast, raw, desperate.

"FUCK--I'M--CUMMING--SQUIRTING--FUCK!" she screamed, throwing her head back in wild release.

Afterward, she collapsed onto me, then rolled beside me with a breathless laugh. A few minutes later, she looked over at me, sheepish.

"Okay, I may have gone a little crazy," she admitted with a grin.

"You don't need to apologize," I said, kissing her lips gently. "It just caught me off guard. I thought I'd already hit my limits--but this...this was something else. Honestly, I love that wild side of you. Don't hold back."

Her eyes lit up.

"Oh my God, Leo," she whispered, glowing. "You just scored a million points."

Ken walked by and gave us both a crooked smile. "Well I'm not sorry for a damn thing," he declared. Then he burst into laughter.

We all laughed with him--long, deep, and full of love.

After the laughter faded, Kari wrapped her arms around me, kissed me slow and sweet, and led me to the bedroom. She and I made love for another half hour, warm and tender this time, while Ken quietly cooked us dinner in the kitchen.