Ben in Matt and Me (bisexual threesome MF MM MMF erotic romance) (Mrs Harper'sValleys Book 2)

Ben in Matt and Me (Threesome MMF bisexual erotic romance)

Mrs Harper’s needs and appetites are hard to satisfy.
Matt is a big, shy, brown-haired, hazel-eyed hunk, barely contained in a white t-shirt and faded jeans, unsure whether he prefers girls or boys. Can Mrs Harper help him to work it out?
Ben with his big truck, a belt full of hefty tools and an impish little smile spotted Matt, and Mrs Harper spotted Ben. When she invites Ben to meet Matt, the boys get to grips with the issue, and sparks fly in all directions.

Warning: This 4,700 words+ story contains very graphic and explicit descriptions of sex, including bisexual sex, three-way sex and numerous varieties of very adult sex. It is intended exclusively for readers of 18 years and over.

Excerpt:

“Oh, Ben, what a terrible waste of beer.”

“No problem, Mrs Harper. I can lick it all off. That is if Matt doesn’t mind.” Matt’s eyes went glassy and rolled. Ben strode forwards and grabbed Matt’s throat. He held him and stared hard into the boy’s eyes, and kissed him, first gently, then deeply and fiercely. They came apart for air for just a moment, then they plunged straight back into each other. Their hands traced and grabbed wildly over each other’s bodies. Matt yanked Ben’s belt and pulled at his jeans so hard, he didn’t even undo the fly-buttons, he just ripped them apart. They pulled each other’s jeans open and they moaned and snorted as they got each other’s cocks freed from Matt’s whities and Ben’s red silky boxers.

Matt held Ben from behind, his hands roaming over every sinew and furiously returning to Ben’s long, straight pink shaft of swelling manhood. Ben yanked Matt in front of him with a leer, his hands greedily exploring Matt’s ass. He pushed his cock between Matt’s buttocks, and Matt gasped to feel it so hot, so hard, so near.
Ben’s mouth clamped on Matt’s neck and his hand reached around Matt’s waist, then slid down to take hold of Matt’s fat, beating cock. Ben’s eyes rose to peer over Matt’s shoulder to me. My jeans seemed to have become undone, and my hand had lifted my t-shirt to squeeze my breast as I watched the two studs have at each other.

Ben lifted Matt’s cock and drew the skin back tight as he said to me,

“This is for you”…