Mud Pie

Mud Pie Mud Pie

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Details

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

Can you be in love with two people or am I just a slut?

Summary

Can you be in love with two people or am I just a slut?

Content

Submitted: October 30, 2015

A A A | A A A

Content

Submitted: October 30, 2015

A A A

A A A


I never expected to be here. Doing what can only be described as lurking behind a bush in a beautiful garden just staring at the pair of them. 

Am I worried that they'll see me? I should be. It's a very bare looking bush and the tree next to it hides nothing with its slim trunk. Autumn has weathered them both and taken away the green, the life. In a weird way the season has done the same to my life. You can't stop change, just as you can't stop those leaves from falling or the frost that looms in the coming months. 

I looked from them to my white wedding dress. A colour my mother had chosen. A colour for purity, but she's fighting a losing battle there. She's always hated my life choices. Mainly because she couldn't understand them. But it didn't matter to me or any of us. The real ones that matter to me, my universe, my lovers. 

Rob and Fletch were my best friends right from day one. I'm not a girly girl and I knew it even from such a young age. Other girls knew it too and I was pushed aside straight away for my lack of dolls and my taste for football. Getting the frills my mother used to make me wear mucky and building mud pie as my ribbons fell loosely from my wonky pigtails. That was me. I still smile thinking of it. It's never mattered what the world thought. Just as long as I got my mud pie. My favourite game that brought me my life's purpose. It gave me both of them. 

Our friendship was epic. The sort you read about in dreamy novels and our bond was cemented for life even then. Every second was spent together. We would share everything, from our snack, our stickers and marbles and of course our mud pie. That was practically an engagement right there. 

Of course it blossomed. It was bound to, but it changed us in an unexpected way. We all fell for each other. I loved them, they loved me and they loved each other enough to share without any question or jealousy. It's never been romantic between them. They're like brothers. We've seen it all together, the good, the bad and the downright ugly. 

We started dating in high school. The three of us were this secret item. Obviously secrets never stay hidden for long and our adoring gazes and flirty ways gave us up no end. We were freaks then. Outcasts because no one could understand. I was the slut and they were incorrectly labelled as lovers. I'm putting it in nice terms for you there. Fags was the term that haunted them. I never stuck up for myself, just them. It hurt me more to see them being attacked so viciously for a lifestyle they never chose. People never wanted to listen, never heard the truth because they couldn't understand it. 
We were an item. A relationship and the strongest around. It stayed that way for years until recently. 

I looked down at the White of my dress and wasn't surprised to be absentmindedly rubbing my stomach. It's still pretty flat, but it's in there, my little bean. Our baby, mine and Rob's. Our situation should have made it impossible to work out, but Fletch was away on business when that pesky dating scan dealt us that vicious hand. 

We celebrated as people do because we were all so happy about it. Our own precious gift to share with the world, but then as the nights crept in so did the doubts. We all soon came to the same conclusion upon sharing our confessions that the horrors of our earlier years have haunted us. This baby will not know that pain. It will not deal with those bastards afraid of the Unknown. 

So we stopped and my heart might as well have stopped with it. Fletch separated from us. Moved out of our home and refused to burden the child with our choices. He left and kept contact with me at a minimum choosing to talk more to Rob, his best friend. 

Rob proposed and I said yes, but the void was there. We were all miserable because if it but putting on a brave face. Meanwhile the rest of the world seemed to jump for joy at our complete turnaround. Finally at twenty eight we were giving the conventional life a try. Doing things "properly" as my mother has reminded me time and time again. The last time being this morning as she was buttoning up the back of my dress. 

Doubts hit then. A gut churning feeling that screamed at me to run. I'm happy with Rob but still feel the void of Fletch. We both do. Our triangle was incomplete and turned us into just a line. A regular, ordinary line. 

So I popped the window and ran to the first place I could think of to make me feel close to them. No it wasn't the home we shared together, not the hotel suite where we spend our anniversaries, but those school grounds where we met. Where that flame ignited. It's closed down now and is nothing but a ghost of a building. A shadow of a former life. The grounds are kept tidy by the adjoining church. Oh didn't I mention, we're good Catholics or supposed to be anyway. 

I shivered slightly as the pesky weather took hold. It rained all last night. The night before our big day and I spent it watching the drops fall against the glass wondering how my lovers were feeling. 

I looked back over to them. I knew they'd find me. No one knows me like them. Rob looks pale with worry as he searches the grounds and Fletch has that same sick look about him. That ghostly expression that he's favoured since our split. Tears fell down ruining my immaculate makeup as I watched him. 

It's raining lightly now. Spitting as we used to say when we were kids. I still watched him as my heels sank into the mud. I'll bin the fucking things as soon as I can anyway. Give me my converse any day of the week. 

Fletch's brown hair started to lose its perfect style. Those curls that he chops away start to take hold on the lengthier part at the top of his head. I smiled before my chin wobbled. I love him so much. How can this be right? How can he be so far from us now? Best man at the wedding, good old uncle fletch to my bean. He should be Daddy. Rob even said the same as Fletch packed his bags on that nightmare of a day. It was never spoken of again because he was stronger than all of us. He left so our baby could live a normal life without being questioned and having to defend itself for its unusual family circle.

I choked on my tears as a gasp escaped my mouth. I shook my head and started to run across the garden losing both shoes in the sticky mud as I darted. I heard them calling me, my boys, my universe. I just kept running until I fell. My white dress now ruined for sure. Purity can kiss my arse anyway. 

Without thinking I started scraping at the mud beneath me. Raking up dead leaves and grass with the squelchy dirt as I pushed it all together in a forming mound. The mud squirming between my fingers as the ever falling rain gets heavier. My hair now slipping out of the up style my mother chose and falling in loose tendrils around my makeup smeared face. I don't care anymore. I just keep scraping. All of the hate, every insult, every sickening doubt was used to push the pile together with a vicious force. 

"Babe what are you doing?" I felt Rob's arms around me before the words registered. I never answered or stopped until he pulled me into his lap and locked his strong arms around me. Those tattooed symbols of home that I adore. Of course they're hidden away under his suit jacket. Covered up just like their lives will be from now on. 

I stopped as Fletch kneeled in front of us. He pulled up my chin with his index finger and wiped across my bottom lip with his thumb. I felt Rob breathing me in as he buried his face in my hair. I sobbed as Fletch turned his attention to the massacred grass pile, which is only recognisable as a mound of clogged brown mess now. My masterpiece. My heart nearly stopped as I saw the burning need in his eyes as he gazed back into mine. "I could go for some mud pie..." He smirked making us all laugh, which felt alien because I hadn't done it for weeks now. My pulse raced as the lace between my thighs drenched in one continuous gush. 

The moment his lips touched mine I was in heaven. Fletch's tongue lapped at mine in a slow and sensual movement before our passion got the better of us as it always does. Rob kissed my neck and breathed in that sweet perfume that he enjoys so much. I always wear it for him. I caressed Fletch's face before taking chunks of his hair in my hands as I pulled at his head hungrily. Rob's hands worked from cupping my silk covered breasts down to my legs. They snaked under the mud spoiled silk and grazed my thighs lightly as he found my lace covered smile. I was throbbing, every part of me pulsing with desire as Fletch kissed me and Rob started fingering my moist slit. He coated his fingers in my honey as he circled my opening and swirled my bud. He tweaked it expertly making me moan into Fletch's mouth. 

Rob's fingers started spreading my honey further around my opening before he plunged two inside. He swirled them inside me. Touching my nerves, my walls and making me melt as me head span. I gasped but my mouth was busy as Fletch sucked on my tongue. I reached out and fished his solid cock from his suit trousers. It looks set to burst already but I have big plans for it. I gripped his shaft and started to wank him to the same rhythm as Rob's finger fucking. Fletch pulled his head back and moaned as his eyes rolled. I ran my thumb over his snake eye and used his precum to coat his shaft. In the next breath I turned to kiss Rob. My insides turned to mush as my blood boiled with desire at every toe curling stroke of his tongue against mine. The kiss was earth moving just as the sounds of Fletch's moans filled the cold air. 

Fletch pulled my hand away so I knew he was close, but I also knew he wanted more. He lay down and both me and Rob knew exactly what to do. I pulled down my panties and discarded them over the mud pie. The white lace now wet from the rain as well as my juices. 

I took my time with him. I need this moment. I've dreamed of it for weeks and honestly never thought it would happen again. I lowered down enjoying the growing inches as they filled me. I never took my eyes off his as his eyes clouded over with complete infatuation. A love mirroring my own. He let his hands glide from my cheeks down to my breasts. Both caged by a bra and covered by the flimsy silk of my dress. He smiled as if taking me in all over again. It must have been seconds but that moment was one I'll never forget. 

My breathing hitched as he thrust upwards and started my journey to euphoria. I rolled my hips and started to ride him. Sliding up and down his mighty shaft as my opening sucked at it. Devoured him. Making love before the blissful fucking. I didn't have to look to know that Rob would be watching. He likes to watch me. I fascinate him apparently. That's why our home is filled with paintings of me. My beautiful artist. I also knew he was allowing me this moment with Fletch and I couldn't possibly love him any more for it. 

I whipped my head back as Fletch's fingers dug into my thighs. I moved looking every bit the dirty Angel as I ground him into the mud in a white dress spoiled with filthy brown. My knees and feet sinking along with Fletch as the mud squelches around us.  

It was enough then. I wanted both of them. Wanted to feel the same fullness that I've craved for weeks. I wanted to be whole again. I held out my hands above me knowing he would take them. My romantic, impossibly affectionate artist. I smiled breathlessly as Fletch kept thrusting and Rob pressed up against the back of me as he kissed my neck. Both of our hands locked as his fingers entwined with mine. He kissed me softly before pushing me forward so I was closer to Fletch on all fours. 

My hands dug in the mud as I felt the cold air whipping against my behind as Rob pulled up my dress. Just the feel of his hands caressing my cheeks makes me dribble around Fletch's now still cock. We're both waiting. The anticipation is ripe in the air. I stared down at Fletch, enjoying those hazel eyes as he smiled at me. They seem to glow with a gold similar to the autumn leaves. 

I gasped loudly as that unbelievable moment arrived. Rob pushed himself inside me alongside Fletch. Both filling my honeypot making me melt. Together they moved slowly at first as we all enjoyed the moment. That blissful reunion as our bond was resealed. My opening stretched around them as I provided the ultimate hold. They quickened the pace as Rob pulled on my hips with every thrust. Fletch cupped my breasts in his hands and dirtied the already ruined dress. The sounds of their moans filled my ears as did the slapping of skin. There's nothing like the sound of wet sex. I started to shudder. My knees weakened. 

Rob was practically holding me up now as my eyes rolled and I caved in. My walls squeezing so hard as I came that they both wedged out as I squirted over both of their waiting members. I was still shaking, gasping as I forgot to breathe in my moment of euphoria, but neither stopped. Fletch was quick to return as those hungry inches filled me once more. Rob took a different route. I bit my lip and rolled my eyes in sheer ecstasy as his dick filled my puckered arse hole. Filled up to the brim once more by my lovers. They both gripped me in a lock and started to pummel those sweet spots. Fletch thrust upwards frantically as Rob slammed into me over and over again. 

"Oh fuck!" I screamed out as I'm about to burst again. To combust under their heavenly torture. My fingers digging further into the mud with every slam from my beaus. Within seconds I was ruined. Completely undone as I erupted, but this time they both joined me. Both filling me with their delicious cream. That warm seed that I cherish. The grunts and moans filled the air as we came together. All before we collapsed against my mud pie. That made us crease up. It was the perfect ending. Down and dirty, literally. I can feel them both inside me still. Feel the throbbing from their pounding, feel their seed dribbling down my thighs and I squirmed to get the full benefit of my sticky treat. 

"Hands down, the best pie we've ever made!" Rob laughed as he tried to catch his breath. I stroked his face weakening him as Fletch wrapped his arms around me. Breathing me in as his heart hammered against his chest. I can feel it against my back as he curls into me. He's cherishing this as we all are. 

"What happens now?" Rob asked the unwanted but necessary question as he stroked my hand as it rested on his cheek. Our eyes both filled with the same fear that Fletch will close ranks again. 

I felt sick as a huge sigh cloaked my neck with an instant warmth. I couldn't help but stiffen. If he walks away now it'll destroy us all, but what if it's the perfect way to say goodbye? What if we are being selfish and everyone else is right? I shook my head as if to remove the thoughts from my brain. That's weakness talking. We've battled it our entire lives and we've always come out the other side fighting. This is worth fighting for, our love, our family and our baby will see that. Even with my newfound strength, the silence still brought the dread. It's thick in the cold, rainy air. Not even the peaceful sound of the rain hitting the leaves could soothe me. I stared up at the grey sky as a fierce hope consumed me. Please lord give me my family back. 

"Let's go home" Fletch announced as he squeezed me tight and kissed my cheek. Rob looks a good mixture of relieved and happy. Lord knows what I must look like. The tears were there thick and fast and I held them both tight. The world might judge us, but it doesn't matter. In all of the dread and worry, we forgot the most important thing. All we need is all we've ever had, each other. 


© Copyright 2017 Laura Lewis . All rights reserved.

Add Your Comments:

Comments

avatar

Author
Reply

avatar

Author
Reply

avatar

Author
Reply

avatar

Author
Reply

avatar

Author
Reply

avatar

Author
Reply

avatar

Author
Reply

avatar

Author
Reply

avatar

Author
Reply

avatar

Author
Reply

Other Content by Laura Lewis