The Pumped Jockey
Watching the trash blow around the pumps I realized, I had wasted 8 years of my life working at this gas station. I guess at 17 its fine, but at 25 it sucks. Sitting here tonight on this same bar stool, locked into the same bullet proof glass box with the same chest high aluminum and concrete counter, a.k.a. ‘the coffin’, still looking at hidden skin mags (kept low so not to insult the customers). Not that Brent, the owner, would care one way or the other. That kind of business sense only came from having the only filling station for a 20 mile drive in either direction. You can imagine the business we get. Not enough to keep you entertained.
It was coming down to closing time. Only one hour left…Yay. Actually, I love and hate this shift. I hate it because I have to clean and stock, which are done for the night, but I love it because it means that I get to see the sexiest and flirtiest girl on the planet, Lucy. She always comes in on her way home from work. She’ll fill her tank and buy something to drink. Every night she’ll follow her routine and walk away after paying, swaying her hips in such a way as to showcase her amazing heart-shaped ass and bitable, plump thighs. Honestly, sometimes between the mags and Lucy I think I could crush a boulder with my hard-on.
The night was moving rather slowly, 20 minutes left. Lucy would be here in the next few minutes. Maybe tonight I would work up the nerve to ask her out. Maybe, hell will freeze over and I’ll get the balls to ask her if she wants to suck my dick or have me slurp her pussy. Ha, ha! I kill me!
I was cut short by the flash of headlight across ‘the coffin’. Looking up I saw her little Fiat sitting at the pump. Unfortunately, I can’t see her. DAMMIT!!! Turning my back on the door, I put the magazine I had been looking at back in Brent’s private drawer and was adjusting my boner when the bells above the door sounded. Straightening my shirt I turned around and pulled up short, there she was strutting through the door, smiling mischievously. Something was different tonight. Instead of her usual attire, she was dressed to tease.
Lucy usually wore faded jeans, but those had been traded for a short, black leather mini-skirt. Her baggy work worn scrubs shirt had morphed into a black leather corset with white satin ribbons that had the delightful effect of causing her normally hidden cleavage to be amplified to overflowing, and her beat down dirty canvas sneakers had been replaced with a pair of platform saddle shoes. Add to this transformation the full mane of curly, plum red hair that had been released from its imprisoning ponytail holder for the night and the ‘fuck me now’ red lips (much better than lip balm, any day) and my cock was leading a rebellion to force its way from behind my zipper.
She smiled into my gawking face and sauntered to the cooler. Opening the door and bending slightly, she reached in, providing me the opportunity to gape at her ass and to notice the flash of red garter just above her thigh high black silk stockings. I was almost sure that if she were to bend over an inch more I would be able to see her panty-clad mound. Wish granted!!
As if she had been listening in on my internal conversation, she rejected the bottle that her hand had been on and bent farther into the cooler. It’s with mixed feeling that I found I did not see her panty-clad mound, after all. Instead what I saw was the swollen red lips of her beautiful pussy. Not only was my cock hard now, but it was pulsing and twitching inconsolably. Thank the Gods Brent put in this tall counter or I would be completely embarrassed by my traitor prick.
After straightening from her taunt Lucy turned towards me smiling, “Good evening, Darek.” She purred. Taking a long sip from the bottle of water, “How are you?”
I feel like a damn fool, staring with a goofy smile on my face, saying…NOTHING!!! COME ON STUPID!!! SAY SOMETHING!!! ANYTHING!! I couldn’t make my mouth form the words that I have said over a thousand times. Has she always been this hot?
Lucy paced to ‘the coffin’s’ door, speaking sweetly, “Darek, how long have you been flirting with me?” Turning my body towards her, my mouth opened, but still no words came out. Her brazenness was confusing my brain and causing me to forget the English language. Enjoying my condition, she flirted, caressing the glass, “Open up, Darek, I only want to talk.”
“I, um,” clearing my throat. HOLY SHIT I FOUND MY VOICE!!!
“I’m not supposed to let anyone in except Brent.” Pressing her full painted mouth into a delicate pout, I feel my painfully swollen prick jump again. “I don’t know. You may not like what’s back here.”
“Well, Darek, if I don’t feel safe or find I’m uncomfortable or offended perhaps you could protect me.”
Without my realizing I had ever touched it, the lock on the door snapped free. Stepping back, Lucy sashayed in pulling the door closed and slinging the lock shut, “Perhaps this will protect us.”
I found myself backing into the counter, she closed the few feet of space between us quickly, placing her hands on my work shirt front she began to rub my nipples with a soft torturous pace. She leaned in closer to me pressing her breasts into my sternum and rocking her hips against my engorged penis. “Kiss me, Darek,” Lifting her face to mine.
“With pleasure,” sighing as my mouth crashed into hers, my tongue immediately entering her hot, wet cavern dancing with her soft and powerful muscle as my hands found refuge on her delectable ass, slowly working the hem of her skirt higher and higher in search of her secreted flesh.
In all of my lustful exploring, I lost track of her hands until I felt the sweet release of pressure as she undid my pants freeing my bloated cock, putting its engorged, purple helmet on display for her perusal.
She pulled back from our kiss and peered down, “Oh Darek,” licking her lips, “He looks delicious. Mind if I take a bite or two?”
As she pulled back I reached out to touch her generous décolletage, only to be cut short by the invasion of headlights gleaming across the glass. FUCK!!! I’m still at work!!! Lucy’s squeak disappeared with her as she dropped to her knees, giggling, vanishing below the counter just as the bell sounds.
“Evening,” I call turning toward the window reaching to pull-up my pants. However, Lucy’s curious and uncommonly strong hands thwarted my plans.
“Hello, Darek. How are you this lovely evening, son?”
Swatting blindly at Lucy’s hands, shamelessly reaching for my dick, “I, I, I’m fine, Father Gio. Thank you. How are you?”
I barely got my sentence out before Lucy wrapped her steamy, sopping mouth around my sensitive cock. Grabbing the counter, managing to keep myself from screaming out in pleasure, I pasted a smile on my face, but heard not one word the father spoke.
“…before tomorrow. So that’s why I’m running so late tonight.” Father Gio finished as he placed his items in the draw basket. “Are you okay, Darek? You look a little peeked.”
Clearing my throat and pulling the lever to retrieve the basket, “Yes, Father G-G-Gio,” stuttering as Lucy abandoned my cock and slurped one of my nuts into her mouth, rolling it around on her tongue, “s-s-sorry, Father. I’m just tired and a bit distracted. The game went long last night.” I finished his order with no more necessary conversation, which was good because she had gone back to tonguing my cock and the feel of her tonsils on the malleable head of my dick was causing me to sweat. Pushing his bag and change through the basket, “Thank you, Father. Have a great night.” Smiling guiltily.
Father Gio took his bag and smiled into my face, “Thank you, Darek.” Turning towards the exit I extended the appropriate manners and was counting the steps ‘til he was gone and I could breathe again. 4 more steps…PLEASE GO AWAY!!!...2 more steps…SHIT!!! Turning to face me again, “Darek, will we see you at church on Sunday?”
“I, um, don’t know Father. I’m kind of busy.” Grasping the counter again as Lucy deep throated my cock trying not to give away any clues as to what was happening below. Waiting for the Father to absorb, and hopefully leave, Lucy began fingering my taint while repeatedly burying the head of my dancing rod between her tonsils.
Shaking his head slightly, “Well, Darek, remember confession closes at 10 and all sins are accepted.” Pushing the door open, “Have a good night, Darek.”
“Yes, Father. Thank you, Father. You too, Father.”
As the door shut, the time clock buzzed and Lucy swallowed my cock again I felt my knees weaken. “Thank, Gods, its closing time.” Lucy’s mouth was pumping on my cock, she worked the shaft with a firm grip and simultaneously cradled my nuts and palpated my taint surprisingly close to my asshole. Who knew teasing my asshole would feel good? Does that make me gay? Do I care?
“Lucy. Oh my Gods. Lucy.” Reaching down I stroked her hair away so I could see where my cock was disappearing and reappearing inch-by-inch! “Baby, you got to stop for a minute. I have to lock up.” She seemed to be sucking harder as her tongue moved with more diligence, as if the thought of letting up was distasteful. Holy Hera, any harder and she’d be sucking my fillings out. Popping my dick from her mouth, Lucy smiled up at me, lips swollen slightly.
“Stay here, I gotta lock the doors and kill the lights. I’ll be right back.” I leaned in and planted a kiss on her lips. Hoping to show my gratitude for what she had been doing and also give her a hint of what was to come.
Standing up I held onto my pants with one hand and made my way out of ‘the coffin’ around the shop shutting off the lights and locking doors. I took the extra time to pull the sun shades to avoid peepers. Now I just had to remember to close the blinds on ‘the coffin’ and we would be completely secluded.
Returning to ‘the coffin’ my mouth dried as I caught sight of Lucy, completely naked sitting on the stool, legs spread wide fingering he trimmed pussy, filling the once quiet space with an alluring sloppy, wet sound.
“I thought you’d never get back and I’d have to take care of things by myself.” She pouted.
Fascinated by the motion of her hand in her swollen pink gash I couldn’t seem to stop my forward progression.
Lucy laughed, watching me move towards her displayed privates as if in a trance. She lifted her foot from the counter, placing her heeled toe on my shoulder, “Darek,” singsonging, “do you like what you see?” She asked me.
I couldn’t speak. AGAIN!!! I did the only thing I could think of. I nodded like a doofus, absentmindedly wiping the drool from my mouth, never losing site of her glistening snatch.
“You want a taste, Darek?”
Nodding dumbly. AGAIN!!!
She giggled, “Come here, little zombie,” She removed her fingers from her oozing cunt, “feed on me.”
I may have been a little zombie. I may have been dumbfounded, but one thing I wasn’t was stupid. That invite was all I needed. If her pussy had been a swimming pool I would have dove in head first. Well, face first, really.
After who knows how long, I lifted my head to see her face slacked in desire. With her juices still on my lips I stood and planted my mouth on hers. To both my joy and surprise she didn’t pull away. Instead, she licked my lips and sucked my tongue, savoring all of her essence that she could claim. Damn, that’s hot!!
I purposely slid my fingers into her quivering slit imagining the pulsating muscles of her scorching hole around my stiff rod. Not able to control my needs any longer I pushed my jeans down and entered in a long, sword stroke. Feeling her stopping point pressing on my head, I moaned uncontrollably. Lost in the sensation of her searing box clasped around my shaft, I was nearly bucked off as she came to life below me; Wriggling and undulating with the abandon of a succubus claiming her victim.
As our bodies moved and gyrated I felt her pulse quicken and heard her breathe coming in lungful gasps. Her ‘O’ washed over both of us, electrifying her hips causing me to hang on for the ride. I continued fucking her through her orgasm and out the other side until she was flaccid and pliable in my arms.
“Oh, Darek,” she moaned, “You are so good. Keep moving in me, baby.” She wrapped her legs around my hips and her arms around my shoulders, locking her hungry mouth to mine.
Grabbing handfuls of her ass, I began to bounce her on my cock. This new position was more than I could control and I felt my rod swell and fire off a load of spunk into her contracting vessel. Was she climaxing again? Pulling back, her face was twisted into what could have been pain or pleasure. When she let out a howl I knew that it definitely wasn’t pain. Good boy! Your first multiple!
Holding onto her ass I could feel my prick getting hard inside her dripping gash, as she pulsated and shook.
Kissing my mouth she lowered to stand on shaky legs, “Perhaps, you should do the books.” Smiling playfully, “Give us both some time to recuperate and take another run at it.” Rubbing her bare breasts against my cotton work shirt, “What do you say, Darek?”
Oh, yeah. I had a job to do. Coming out of my stupor I reached for the waistband of my jeans latching onto her pert, brown nipple for a quick, opportunistic suckle.
“Sounds fine to me.” Leisurely covering my already rebounding dick, I watched as she worked her way back into her clothing. If it’s possible, seeing her perform a reverse strip show was just as, if not, sexier than taking them off.
Grabbing the receipts, I heard ‘the coffin’ door open and shut. Turning my head she was standing on the other side of the glass, smiling devilishly. “Hey, sexy. Where should I wait for you?” Shaking her ample bosom in invitation.
I swallowed hard, smacking my lips as my mouth dried out again.
“Um,…” choke, cough. “Why don’t you wait in the backroom? Brent keeps a bed back there. I’m sure he won’t mind if we find a use for it.”
Winking, she swayed off towards the direction I indicated, sashaying seductively.
Concentrate man!!! Shaking my head, to clear the blossoming licentious thoughts, “Back to the task at hand. She’ll be there.” I told myself as I set to balancing the books.
After a few minutes, I was done with those damned numbers. I had to restart about 5 times because the memory of her silk stockings rubbing erotically across my naked cheeks, both sets, was distracting me aggressively. I could still feel her body wrapped around me and her calling me baby. Smiling, I dropped the money bag and paperwork into the safe. Before the thunk in the safe had dissipated I was on my way to the backroom to Lucy’s sexy body.
Pausing slightly at the door, I controlled my breathing and thanked my lucky stars that Brent had a bed in the store. I knew that he had it for his ‘long nights at the store’. However, I also knew that he never had ‘long nights’ it was for when he had a ‘friend’ to spend time with and there was already one at home.
Grasping the knob, I opened the door and was knocked senseless. There she stood in all of her glorious sexual exuberance. The top of her corset left loosely tied allowing her luscious breasts room to swell and overflow into a mound of supple almond toned diversion.
She stood in the corner of the room looking at Brent’s CDs. The light bouncing off her bare shoulders and glistening cleavage drew me across the room to her. Grabbing her arm, I spun her around burying my hands in her hair and ravaging her mouth simulating the rhythm my cock was setting in my muscle memory for when I could be buried in her again. Her hands came to rest on my hips working her thumbs into my waistband jerking my jeans down allowing my dick to bounce free of restraint. Her cool fingers grasped my cock slowly warming as she stroked up and down bringing my prick back to full erection.
My hands slid down from her hair to begin working on the ties of her corset. As I freed her breasts from their bondage I abandoned the kiss to latch on to her nipple working from one to the other; kissing a hot trail of lust. Wiggling out of her skirt, she kicked it off to the side standing completely naked once again for my pleasure. Embracing her around the waist, I lifted her up and carried her to the bed never releasing her rigid nipple.
Laying her down, I paused to remove my jeans and work shirt. Standing proudly between her thighs with my hardened rod point due north, Lucy sat up kissing and sucking on my helmet. Watching her flaxen hair dance as her head bobbed in and out of my crotch was almost my undoing. As I reached out and petted her coif, she released my prick with a sloppy pop.
“Willing to play along?” she purred running her tongue ever-so-lightly across my tip.
“Wha-,” clearing my throat, “what do you have in mind?” Smooth doofus!!
She slowly rose rubbing her ample bosom up my thighs, across my cock, against my stomach and coming to rest on my chest. “While I was waiting I made a phone call and I have a friend that wants to join in.” She had to have no idea how distracting she was, caressing my shoulders and nuzzling her breasts against me.
“A friend, huh?” I asked grasping her breasts gently, rolling her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers, then feeling the spikes roll into my palms.
“Yeah, a friend.” She shimmied her shoulders. Obviously, enjoying the feel of my hands on her body, “One that has had an eye on you for quite some time, but has been afraid to say anything.” She cooed, moving in tighter to my palms, “My friend is a bit shy and intimidated by potential rejection.”
“Well, let your friend know that I am easy,” leaning down I sucked one nib into my mouth, “and,” sliding my mouth over to her other pleasure point, “that I am open,” working my mouth between her breasts, up her chest and finally landing on her mouth, “to anything.”
“Good.” She giggled wrapping her arms around my neck to fully capture my mouth.
Much earlier than would have been preferred, she pulled away fishing in her bag for what turned out to be a long black silky scarf. “My friend, as I said, is shy. Let’s cover your eyes so everyone will be able to have some uninhibited fun.”
Smiling broadly as I watched her saunter back to me, “We don’t want anybody to feel inhibited.” As she tied the scarf around my eyes, the contrast of the cool satin and her warm fingers were causing my nerve endings to peak.
With my eyes blocked, my other senses kicked into hyper-drive. I could feel her energy reaching out to me as she paced around. Goose bumps broke out across my skin and my erection jumped as if searching for her touch.
She eventually reached out and led me to the bed, laying me out for presentation. The gentlest of touches ran across my belly a moment before I felt her hot mouth envelope my cock. Was that the door clicking?
Lucy pulled away and I heard her sultry voice, “Don’t move, Darek. My friend is here.”
I heard her heels click on the floor and a few shuffles followed by the distinct sound of kissing. Of course, two chicks kissing and who knows what else and I agreed to be blindfolded and restricted to one location all the way across the fucking room. Damn fool!!
The kiss broke I heard shuffling and heel clicks make their way towards me. Lucy spoke as the bed sank near my shoulder, “Okay, Darek. Here’s how this works.” I felt her shift to above my head. Her gorgeous snatch only inches from my hungry mouth. Shit she’s speaking!! Pay attention, putz!!
“My friend and I are going to do whatever we want to you and you are going to lay here and take it. Understand?”
“Um,” smiling uncomfortably, “um…”
Lucy rubbed down my arm, grabbing my hand and lifting it up to her breast, “Well, within reason. We won’t hurt you, but I promise you will beg for things you’ve never had done before.”
“I think I can manage that.” I smiled. “Taunt me, tease me, please me. I am yours to abuse.” The smile on my face was making me feel like a pop-top, but to hell with it…THIS IS FUCKING AWESOME!!!
“Oh, we will.” Lucy cooed.
You could almost hear the starting pistol as 4 hands and 2 mouths attacked my flesh. Lucy’s mouth was busy taunting my nipple into a hard, nerve sensitive point while her ‘friend’ was licking and nipping my balls. I could feel the goose bumps breaking out on my skin causing my nut sack to tighten up like a raisin. The groan escaped from me before I knew it was coming.
A vibratory chuckle from between my thighs mixed with the melodic giggle at my head was more than enough to make me squirm, but it was the ‘friend’ that had my undivided attention. Not only was ‘friend’ sucking my brain through my cock, but there definitely was something that wasn’t all together unpleasant. ‘Friend’ was making a meal out of me, a tongue of magic enclosed in a contracting circle of lips moved up and down my rod, while both hands simultaneously stroked my rod, juggled my balls and rimmed my asshole. Damn, were they aware how good this felt? How did they know how to do this?!?
Lucy giggled as she watched Darek wiggle and squirm; moaning in ecstasy as Brent’s head bobbed on his prick. Wonder how Darek would feel about ‘her friend’ being Brent, his boss? With this much pleasure, would he care?
“Darek, baby. Why don’t you roll over here? And eat me?” She asked as she moved spread eagle above his head.
“You bet.” Darek squeaked, “But what about, um, your, um, friend?”
“Don’t worry about…Bee.” She giggled, “There’s always something to do. Right, Bee?” Darek moaned as Brent swallowed his cock, playfully burying his nose deep in Darek’s man-scaped pubes inserting his middle finger in his sphincter.
“Oh, Bee,” Darek cried out as his helmet touched Brent’s tonsils. “Damn, Bee. You are fucking awesome!” he exclaimed.
Giggling loudly, “Ok, Bee, you fucking awesome bitch. Let him roll over. I need servicing.” Bee let my cock slide, but refused to leave my ass.
Using my hands and other senses, I rolled over feeling out for Lucy. I could feel Bee’s finger getting deeper and deeper driving my senses to flash white and crystalline; I wasn’t sure if it was because of my moving or if it was because Bee was pressing in. Although not being sure didn’t seem to bother my erection or my pulsating prostate.
I could smell the heady perfume from Lucy’s hot box leading me to her sweet slit. Feeling myself losing control I dove face first towards where I believed Lucy’s pussy was waiting. Landing nose first into her rich, musky, swollen folds reveling in my luck of a tease at my back and a snack at my front.
“Eat me, Darek.” Lucy commanded grasping the back of my head with both hands shoving my face into her mounds, making me wish I had brought my snorkel. Never to be short on my customer service, I lashed with my tongue, nibbled with my teeth and gasped with pleasure as Bee slid yet another finger in my end. Twisting my head with a flourish and grinding my ass into Bee’s hand (potentially looking like someone during a demon possession), I didn’t care. Fabulous!!! Wonderful!!! Gawd-damn!!
I was so close to orgasm that the only thing keeping me from speaking in tongues was that mine was too busy. What would Brent say if he walked in right now? Probably cheer me on. Maybe, even want to join in. There are two hot pussies here, after all. Right?
“Give it to him, Bee. He’s ready.” Lucy called out, grabbing my ears. What was Bee going to do? What was I ready for? Then there is was…OMFG!!!
A soft, wiggly, wet muscle poked, prodded and slathered my asshole. Bee was TOSSING MY SALAD!! Unable to sustain my composure I screamed with ecstasy into Lucy’s vaginal folds causing Lucy to let out her own scream, bucking on my face as a cowboy would on a bull for 8 seconds.
With Lucy’s juices rolling down my face, she came alive. Throwing her hips up off the bed, she wiggled herself between me and mattress popping me into a position that was even more accommodating for Bee to munch on my bung. Could this get any better? Oops, spoke to soon.
Lucy grabbed my attention again by rubbing her heart shaped ass against my raging boner. “C’mon, baby,” she begged, “stick your meat in my ass. I want to feel your balls pound me.” I had never heard Lucy talk like this and damn was it hot. Then add on Bee and this poor, country boy was having one hell of a night.
Bee reached forward and handed me a bottle. Shampoo? I smelled the end. Oh, never mind. It’s lube. Smells like the same stuff that Brent keeps out front. Bee must have grabbed it before coming into the room.
“Good idea, Bee. Thanks.” I said as I knelt up and applied a heavy does to my dick and Lucy’s hole. Bee took the bottle and I got myself to work on Lucy’s ripe ass, but I had better not go to fast I had Bee to do next.
Lucy’s puckered opening flowered to my entry. I began long, steady strokes to find our ‘groove’, but Lucy was not having it. Reaching back she grabbed my arms and pulled me down so she was flat on the mattress and I was slamming against her ass as she gyrated, moaning in pleasure.
“Now, Bee!” She screamed.
Not overly concerned with anything other than the delight I was receiving from Lucy, I relaxed and let her do the work hoping that Bee would continue rimming me. I didn’t want to risk breaking her nose through an overzealous back thrust. At least until I had had a chance to slip into her, too.
However, Bee’s ‘doing’ did involve my asshole, but it did not involve a tongue. Could it be that these girls brought toys? Expensive ones by the feel of it.
The soft, yet firm, spongy tip rubbed against my well lubed virgin ass. Bee was setting to insert a dildo in my ass. The excitement was building. I had to think of something else or I would blow…1 times 1 is 1, 1 times 2 is 2, 1 times 3 is…
“Oh, my fucking Goddess.” I bellowed, spilling my load in Lucy’s ass and evidently bringing on her own orgasm.
When the head of the dildo broke through and my sphincter slammed tight against the shaft the jerk reaction teased my insides and I almost spilt again. Bee should get a prize for her skill. She handles that thing like a pro.
“Put it in me, Bee. I want to feel you moving in me.” I panted leaning over Lucy. “Damn, Lucy, keep moving that ass, baby.” Breathing, “You got the hottest ass ever.”
Holding still, I felt Bee move forward. That must be one pricey strap-on she was pulsing in my ass. “Fuck me! Yeah!” I have never felt so good!!
I could feel my ass getting used to the size and motions of Bee, I could also feel another orgasm building as my knees began to warm and I was starting to lose my mind over the feel of the hot, slick, vise-grip like walls of Lucy’s hole milking my prick.
Enjoyment was an understatement. Lucy was screaming out and slamming my cock deeper into her ass, while in turn causing the most wonderful reaction of my welcoming tunnel swallowing more and more of Bee’s ‘cock’.
A few more strokes across my ‘instant orgasm button’ and I was out of body. My covered eyes rolled back into my head, my heart exploded in my chest, my hands became claws trying to grab anything I could, my dick became a lightning strike straight from Zeus’ bolt and…OMG, MY ASS!! If it would have been able, it would have sang for glory. I barely noticed that Lucy collapsed under me as Bee grabbed me by the tits and pulled me back against a naked, muscular chest. Turning my mouth up Bee we locked together, fighting with our tongues. Not a straggler, I kissed Bee back will all the desire and gratitude I felt. Wait…no boobs? Bee has no boobs?!? Oh well!!
“Who would have thought you’d enjoy me?” Bee spoke in my ear.
Laying my head on Bee’s shoulder, smiling, it hit me…That was definitely not a woman’s voice! I know that voice…OH SHIT!!! IT’S BRENT!!!
“Brent?” I questioned nervously.
“Yes, Darek,” Brent responded, rubbing his palms across my stomach while rolling his hips to punch my prostate. “It’s all me, baby.”
OMG!! Is this so wrong! The million dollar question is…Do I care?
That decision was made as Lucy latched on my cock causing me to jump back and drive Brent’s beautiful hard-on deeper into my cavity. “Fuck,” I groaned. “Please, Brent,” rolling my head back to his shoulder again, “fuck me. Now!”
Brent kissed my neck, “Anytime, baby. Anytime.”
His warm, calloused palm pressed lightly on my back until I was bent over Lucy, who joyfully continued sucking me off again. Funny, it’s not hard to figure out why it’s call the big ‘O’. As the pressure starts building you fight to prolong the sensation before you explode. All you can ‘think is ‘o-o-o-o’. At least that is all I could come up with as Lucy pistoned on my cock, alternating between her glorious mouth and her magical hands, and Brent pounding in my ass sending jolts of pleasure from my toes to the ends of my hair.
The heat was building into my crotch. I could feel another orgasm coming. This time I was more in control and could hear Brent’s breathing. He was coming close himself.
“Oh, Darek.” Brent gasped. “I’ve wanted this for so long. You have no idea.”
I moaned in response pushing back with my hips into him.
‘I’m coming.” Brent screamed grabbing hold of my hips and slamming into me…1...2…3…4 times. There it is, there is the rush of warmth and the stretch of my rectum as his cock swells to release his essence.
“Fuuuuuuuuccccckkkk!!!” I screamed as I gave way to my own orgasm, grabbing Lucy’s head as she swallowed each and every drop that erupted from my prick.
As we all stood, sat or lounged against one another it was Brent that spoke first, “Darek, does this mean that I owe you a raise?” He began twisting my nipple gently between his thumb and forefinger, while nuzzling my neck.
Feeling Lucy touch my stiffening cock, my knees started to go weak, “Not if this gets to happen again. Often.” Running my fingers through his hair and Lucy’s all I could do was smile.
Their laughing response did nothing more than heighten the excitement that was already coming back to life. Seems like this won’t be the last.