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He didn’t answer. Just shook his head as if he couldn’t say the words. Looking frustrated she shook her head and let go of his cock, letting it slap back against his stomach. “Answer me now or you don’t get to come. Tell me who you want watching us, making themselves come. Who is it? A man or a woman?”

His reply was soft, but I heard the words clearly. “A man.”

She sat up and reached down to again take his cock in hand. “You want a man to beat his meat, stroke his cock, up and down.. .” Her hand matched time with her voice. “…up and down until they spurt cum?”

“Yes. Yes.” His hips arched off the bed. Mine were rocking back and forth in the same rhythm as her—as if hypnotized.

“What if they were in here now? A young strong man. Barely twenty. Muscled, lean and sweaty, working in the yard. He heard you cry out. Heard what you wanted and came in. What if he was in here with us, right now, his cock in hand? Watching you, ready to shoot his cum all over you. All over your stomach.”

Me, they were talking about me, and I liked it.

“What do you think he’d like to see? Me sucking you?” She shoved his legs up, positioning him so that his legs were spread wide. I watched her take his cock in her mouth. Right down to the root. Her nose buried in his pubic hair. She must have had him in her throat. Just the thought of it had me ready to blow. But I didn’t want to, not yet, I wanted to come with him.

“Yes. Yes.” He groaned, his head thrashing side to side.

She pulled up, grinning wickedly at his miserable moan as her mouth left his cock. “What else would he like to see?” she asked.

Her hands moved to the end of the bed, to a bag that I couldn’t see properly. She pulled out a tube of lube coating two fingers with the thick gel. I watched her, wondering what she was going to do. Sort of knowing, knowing what I wanted her to do, but it scared me. Both the act and the wanting.

Pushing his legs out even wider she nestled between them and then did it—what I wanted. What I didn’t want to want.

She spread the cheeks of his ass and pushed those lube drenched fingers at the mouth of his anus. Round and around, her fingers slicked pushing against that hole. I could see it all. The tense ring of muscle, his straining legs. The look of pleasure on his masked face. Hear his groans. The moans when she teased her way into that ring of muscle. Up, up that tight hole she pushed until he let out a deep pleasure filled groan.

“Like that do you?”

The erection resting on his stomach started to gush—not like he was coming—not like an orgasm, more like a slow gurgling fountain of pre cum.

“That’s your prostate baby.” I wondered if she said that for my benefit. “You like that don’t you. Do you think he’d like it? The hot muscled twenty year old who’s watching us?”

She kept those fingers fucking in his ass and she turned, looked out the window straight at me. Her eyes met mine and then slid down my body to where my cock was in hand. Eyes still on me her mouth descended to take him, sucking hard. Up and down on that shaft. All the while her fingers fucking his asshole. I tugged at my cock, pulling hard, almost to the edge of pain. But I wanted it so bad. I wanted it to be hard. To be nasty to match what he was feeling. I wanted it all. The mouth, the fingers. Everything. I watched and jerked off, until he moaned, arched his hips off the bed and came deep in her mouth.

I came too. Watching her. As she watched me. I saw her swallow, pull off his cock and lick the sides of her mouth. Then she moved up his body and straddled him, planting her knees across his face and said, “Lick.”

He did, his hands gripping her thighs as he buried his face in her cunt. It didn’t take her long before she too arched her back and wailed out an orgasm. I knew the sound now. The sound she made when she came. Dismounting him she left the bed and walked over to the light switch and flicked off the light. He lay there for a moment. In the darkness I saw her lean over him and plant an affectionate kiss on his forehead. “Shower, baby?”

“Yeah. Shower. When my legs work.”

She giggled. It sounded odd after what I’d just witnessed, to hear such a sweet, normal sound.

And then they were both gone. I was left once more with a hand full of cum, standing in the darkened bushes wondering what the hell just happened.

Chapter Three

It was three days again. Mrs. D hadn’t called. I wasn’t worried so much this time as I was impatient. I wanted her to call, I wanted to know what came next. My head was looping like a broken record with the same thoughts over and over.
What if that was it? What if there was nothing more?
I didn’t want it to be the end.

I was so horny that I ended up parking again with Mary-Jane. I needed something to do with my time while I waited for Mrs. D. We were out on Jensen’s lake, on the opposite side to where most of the high school kids did their Saturday night parking. It was more private because you had to have a four wheel drive to be able to get there. We were stretched out in the tray of my step-dad’s truck lying on a blanket. We’d been fooling around for a while, kissing a little and me feeling up her tits. I didn’t push her head down to get her to suck my cock; instead I wanted to try a bit of what I’d seen at the Dean’s house. I sat up, leaning my back against the cab of the truck. I could see I’d confused her, she sat up too. Facing me.

“Lift up your skirt.” I tried to get the same tone as Mr. D. That commanding growl, but it didn’t come out quite right. So I cleared my throat and tried again. “Lift up your skirt.”

“What? Jake! Right here?” She spread her hands down on her lap, smoothing out her skirt, tugging it as if she could somehow make it longer.

“Yes right here. You’re a dirty girl. Do it. Show me your panties. Right now.” I didn’t risk calling her slut yet. I wanted to, but I couldn’t, not until I knew if she liked it. I didn’t want a slap in the face. Her face flushed and I saw her breathe deep. Her handful breasts pushed up against her low cut sweater with each gasp.

Yeah, she liked it. She licked her lips and in the moonlight I saw her eyes darken.

“You heard me dirty girl.” I heard the hitch in her breath. Just like Mrs. D’s and I knew I had her. I liked it. I liked the power.

She whimpered. I could see the battle rage within her—the need to be a good girl versus the want to follow my orders. As she slowly lifted up her skirt I had to let loose the top button of my jeans. It was strangling my cock.

“Spread your legs. Put your feet flat. Bend your knees and spread your legs.” She did as she was told and I felt a rush of adrenalin that almost made my head spin.

There it was. That hitch again. She liked the thought of being punished did my sweet little Miss Mary-Jane. She kicked off her panties. When they were off she pulled her legs closed, as if embarrassed.

I shook my head. “Uh uh. If I can’t see it. I won’t lick it.”

She gasped and spread her legs wide. She didn’t trim her pussy back like Mrs. D. It was covered in downy blond hair. Her lips were candy pink. Slick and wet.

I went down on my knees on the hard metal bed of the truck and dove right into that candy pink slickness. I remembered how Mrs. D curled her fingers and I arched mine just the same into Mary-Jane’s cunt and was rewarded with a deep moan. It fueled me. I loved the sounds she was making, sweet little Mary-Jane as I ate her pussy. Licking deep into the wetness. Flicking my tongue softly against her taut hard little clit.

The moans grew louder and then she grabbed the back of my head. Pulled hard at my hair and ground her cunt into my face, with a wail that sounded more animal than human. Her juices spurt against my tongue and her muscles contracted against my mouth.

She lay flat and spent panting on the bed of the truck and I watched her, feeling almost out of body. For a brief moment I had never felt stronger, or more alive. The pleasure I had given her hit me like a drug. Made my head spin.

And still, I wanted more.

Mary-Jane came up on her elbows, looked up at me and said in her sweet little voice, “Please.”

I slicked on the condom I’d taken from my pocket, my hands trembling with adrenalin. I didn’t even bother removing my jeans. I just shoved them down past my hips. Planting my hands on either side of her shoulders I pushed into her, my eyes rolling back at the feeling of the soft wet walls of her cunt. I tried to take it slow, ease inside and draw out the feeling but I couldn’t. As soon as I was seated in that tight wet heat I lost it. Fucking hard, like a mad man I thrust into her. Digging. Seeking. Trying to find it. The more that I so desperately wanted. Needed. As good as it was to finally come. I didn’t find it, the release that I wanted with my orgasm. It wasn’t enough and I knew why.

I wanted to be where Mary-Jane was. I wanted to be feeling what she did. To be dominated. To be taken. And I knew who I wanted to be above me.

Mary-Jane didn’t speak on the drive home. There was no kiss good-bye. I knew what she was feeling. Battling the overwhelming need with that voice that was telling her it was so wrong to feel that way.

I knew because it was all that I wanted. All that I thought about.

The next day was my regular service of the Dean’s house.

Chapter Four

The next day I started before the crack of dawn. Working through my yards like a man possessed so I could spend more time at the Dean’s house. I got there just before midday, with plans to finish their yard. After what I’d seen, I was going to stick around this time. I wanted to see what would happen.

I needed to see what would happen.

The room was only half lit when I positioned myself this time. Candles everywhere. Vanilla scented. I could smell them through the open window. I could see the outline of them on the bed. They’d started without me. Which upset me more than it should have. I sort of felt betrayed.

There didn’t appear to be any game today. He was on top of her, missionary style. She had her knees up, spread wide and he was fucking her. Her hands were on his back. I watched them trail up and down the golden skin. Watched his muscles contract and release as stroked inside her. Then her hands went down to his ass. He moaned as she cupped and spread the cheeks.

I watched.

Her hand dipped in the crevice and slid back and forth.

I had yet to unbutton my fly. My khakis were tenting. I fumbled as I opened up and released my cock. I wanted to finish with them. I needed to finish with him. The moment I had it free my hand was urgent on my cock—pulling down hard on the shaft.

Her hand was still in the valley of his ass, playing with his asshole, her fingers probing at the entrance. I closed my eyes a moment and remembered what I’d seen her do the last time. I grasped downwards slick and fast on my cock.

He froze mid thrust and I realized that the fingers playing between his ass cheeks had gotten serious because of the sound he made. A deep pleasure-filled moan I had heard before. A shock of pleasure hit me at the sound. My ass cheeks clenched as I imagined her breeching me the same way.

“Now,” she said. Her voice a command.

His back arched, he pulled back his shoulders and he started to fuck her—hard and deep. Like a man possessed. Like I had last night. Plunging without rhythm. Driven. No finesse. All need.

I matched him. My hand hard and fast until my balls tightened and my cock pulsed out an orgasm I felt from my feet to my scalp. Unprepared I didn’t catch my cum this time. Instead, it splattered across the foliage. White streaks on the green. My knees buckled and I stumbled, losing my balance. I watched slightly dazed as they finished after me. She clenched her feet around him, wailed loudly and then he followed grunting and moaning. His back glossy with sweat and clenched with need.

He collapsed on top of her and she laughed.

“Up. Up,“ she said, “I need to go to the bathroom.”

He rolled off her and splayed out wide across the bed, like a starfish. I looked at him, spread out before me, his cock still thick, fat against the side of his thigh.

“Oh I like that idea. I like that idea a lot. We’ll have to play that next time. Maybe rent out a cheesy motel room. You can dress up for me. All slutty.”