Mary glanced down when her phone buzzed, and slid her hand out for around Steve’s waist.
“It’s from my ex, Ron,” she said, “wants to know if I’m down for a threesome tomorrow with his new girl. What a fucking creep.”
Steve leaned in to read over her shoulder, “So, tell him you’ve got a date.”
Mary looked up at him and smiled, “Oh, do I qualify for dates now? That’s not how the video Joe shot the other night sounded.”
He shrugged, “I was just trying to set the mood for you when I said that. Like lighting a couple of candles. But if you don’t want a date that’s fine, I’ll just jerk off on your tits and go.”
Mary giggled and caught his wrist with her free hand, “Well I’d never say no to the first part, but I’ll let him know I’m busy. What did you want to do for our date?” she asked while sending the message.
“Have you been down to the Quill and Claw in town?”
“The bookstore? I wouldn’t have taken you for a- son of a bitch!”
“I dunno, most of my girlfriends have liked my mom, why?”
She held the phone up, the next message read, “So bring him along, I can show him how you like it.”
Steve laughed, “Oh my god, you’re right, he sounds like a creep.”
“You wanna go? He talks a good game, but he always gets weird around other guys.”
“Could be fun, what about the other girl?”
Mary sent a message back, and a moment later an image of a petite asian girl in a cut off sailor suit popped up on the screen.
“Jesus, you’d break her in half. I can’t believe he got her to wear that thing.”
“Maybe she likes it. Not everyone likes to just show it all off like you.”
Mary leaned up to kiss him, “If ya got it, flaunt it,” she said, rolling over and sliding one hand between his legs, “Doesn’t seem like you mind anyway.”
After breakfast the next day Mary drove them up to Ron’s house. She was dressed in a tight pair of jean shorts and a tank top, “Wear that pair of jeans I like and a button down,” she told Steve, “I want some eye candy, but we want Steve to think you’re as boring as possible.” The house was a few miles out of town, down a series of narrow back roads on the side of a mountain.
“Is threesome your codeword for murder party?” Steve asked as the rolled up to the converted hunting cabin.
Mary laughed, “Like I said, Ron’s all talk. I don’t think he’ll give you any trouble.”
Ron was standing in the doorway, dressed in a kilt and polo, holding a leash around the girl’s neck.
“Ok, is there a law that all kinksters named Ron are just total douchebags? Are we sure she’s even 18?”
“Relax, Ron is a creep, but he’s not a rapist. I’m pretty sure she came by my station at freshmen orientation actually. Let me talk to him,” she said, leading the way up the steps. “Good afternoon, Ron, and, Amy right?”
“Good afternoon, Mary,” Ron said, stepping forward to hug her, his hand wandering down to her ass. “And who were you?” he asked, looking up.
“Steve,” he stepped around Ron and put his hand forward, “And nice to meet you too Amy.”
She glanced awkwardly at Ron for a minute, then took Steve’s hand, “Hello, thank you for coming.”
“Well, now that we’ve got introductions out of the way, can I offer anyone anything? A drink before we play?”
“None for us, thanks,” Mary said, pushing past him into the house. “I’m surprised you can wait, Ronnie, you loved this outfit when I used to wear it for you,” she said, leaning in so he could get a good look down her tank top.
“Just being a good host, I assume you remember where the master bedroom is?”
Mary smiled and took Steve’s hand, “Of course, such a nice big bed, I miss being able to use it to catch up on my sleep on the weekends.”
Pulling Steve ahead, they quickly moved through the cabin’s living room, featuring a mounted buck’s head with a “nice rack” bumper sticker underneath, and into the living room. Large mirrors ran across three of the four walls, with another above the king sized bed.
“This can’t be real, you have to be fucking with me,” Steve whispered.
“We didn’t even get to the good part yet,” she said, as Ron led Amy in.
With her other hand she slid Amy’s leash out of Ron’s and handed it to Steve, “Hold onto this for a minute, will you, sweetie?” she said, then shoved Ron down on the bed. “I want to play with my food a little bit first.”
She leaned down, pressing her chest into his face before kissing him, teasing his lips with her tongue but not quite sliding it past them.
Steve looked down at the display, his jeans tented out, while Amy’s gaze darted back and forth between the bed and his crotch. Mary paused for a moment, trailing her fingers up towards the hem of Ron’s kilt and looked back at them. “Amy, be a dear and help Steve out of those jeans, will you? I’m sure Ron doesn’t want his guest to be uncomfortable, does he?” she asked, her fingers reaching further up his leg. Ron moaned and half nodded as his body bucked under her touch.
Amy quickly stepped in front of Steve and worked the button of his jeans loose, then yanked down his zipper. She smiled up at him shyly as she slid one hand into the waistband, grinning with excitement. “Thank you for coming,” she said, “Ron’s the first man I’ve ever been with, I’m excited to try something new.”
Steve smiled down at her, wrapping both arms around her neck, “Well I hope you’ll enjoy the ride,” he said, reaching around to snap the leash off of the collar, “You don’t mind, do you? There’s enough to get tangled with four of us in a bed already.”
“As long as the collar stays on, it’s fine.”
Steve leaned down and kissed her, his own tongue sliding past her lips as Mary finally did the same to Ron, then yanked his polo over his head and tossed it across the room. Steve matched her by pulling Amy’s top over her head, then cupping her small breasts.
“So, have you been with any other women before?” he asked between kisses, working his way across her neck and jaw to whisper in her ear.
Amy blushed and brought her hands up and across his own chest, “N-no, I had a boyfriend in high school, but we never really did anything, and I’ve never been with a woman at all.”
“Well, you’re in good hands with Mary, she’s the nicest girl I’ve ever met, when she’s not fishing for a spanking.”
Mary glanced back from the bed again, “Aww, you’re making me blush. But I’m here to fuck, not pillow talk, so why don’t we get to the main event,” she reached all the way under Ron’s kilt, wrapping her fingers around his shaft while the other held the hem, “Count of three, Amy.”
The smaller girl nodded and hooked her fingers on either side of Steve’s boxers, yanking them down on Mary’s signal.
Ron glanced up and sputtered, his own cock quickly flagging when he caught sight of Steve. “Trade back!” Mary said with a giggle, bouncing up off the bed and brushing her lips against Steve’s ear, “He can never keep it up around other guys, we were fooling around at a party once and we was absolutely worthless, blamed it on whiskey dick, but I knew better.”
Steve chuckled and let Amy go, spanking her lightly on the ass as she turned back to the bed before focusing fully on Mary. “So you invited me to a foursome just so you could make your ex feel like a bitch? That’s pretty cold.”
“No, he invited you to a foursome, because he thinks his dick is as big as his ego. I went along with it because I like showing you off, I haven’t had a good threesome in a while, and he’s a creep.”
“More for me,” he said, leaning in to kiss her hungrily, biting her bottom lip and pulling back slightly.
Amy slid between Ron’s legs, easily swallowing his limp dick as she tried to revive it. May kneeled down as well and dragged her tongue up Steve’s length, lapping up the drop of precum that started to roll from the head, “Mmmm, if Ron’s having trouble I’ve got plenty to share over here Amy,” she said, slowly jerking Steve’s cock while reaching down to play with his balls in her other hand.
As Amy tried desperately to get Ron hard, Mary laid back on the bed and spread her legs, “How do you want me, stud?”
“On your knees like the bitch you are,” Steve said, slowly stroking himself as he approached the bed.
Mary grinned and got down on her knees, thrusting her ass high into the air.
Steve smiled and slammed half his cock into her in one thrust, shoving her head forward. She started licking at Amy’s pussy between thrusts, groaning in pleasure as she watched the smaller girl swallow her boyfriend’s cock whole.
“Who owns your pussy, slut?” Steve asked as he slid deeper and deeper with every thrust.
“Mmmm, you do sir,” Mary groaned, rolling her hips back to meet his thrusts and squeeze him more tightly,
“Because no one else can fill it the way you can.”
Growling in frustration, Amy let Ron’s cock drop from her mouth and grabbed a condom from the nightstand, rolling it over his soft member. She climbed on top and ground down on him, groaning in frustration as she tried to slide his limp dick into her pussy. “What the fuck is wrong with you? This was your fucking idea and I just went along with it.”
Mary laughed, rolling back harder on Steve’s cock, “He can’t get it up with other guys around. He must’ve thought I wouldn’t actually follow through.”
Amy bounced off Ron’s cock and slapped him, “You fucking bastard!” she said, yanking off the collar off her neck and throwing it in his face. She grabbed the condom off his cock and threw it in his face, “I would’ve saved this for him if I’d know you couldn’t get it up.”
“Aww, come here, sweetie. You can have him when I’m done, he always needs to go at least twice anyway,” she said, grabbing Amy’s ass and yanking her pussy against her face. Steve rammed himself forward, hitting the back of her pussy, and sending a long moan from Mary’s lips into Amy’s cunt.
“Crawl over here and make yourself useful,” Steve said, locking eyes with Ron. He looked down and away, cheeks flushing with embarassment. Steve growled and reached down to grab a fistful of Amy’s hair, pulling her into another kiss over Mary’s body.
Mary slid her lips back from Amy’s for a moment to look up at the show above her. “Fuck that’s hot,” she moaned, her pussy clenching down as she got closer to orgasm. “Ready to finish with me so you can show her what a real cock feels like?”
Steve moaned as his own cock throbbed, and thrusted into her harder. Mary screamed as she came, her pussy milking his cock. He groaned into Amy’s mouth and started spraying her cunt with his cum. Amy ground her lips down harder on Amy’s as her own body shuddered in a small orgasm.
As all three of them came down, Steve released his grip on Amy, who dropped to her knees and grinned as he watched him slide out of Mary. She moaned at the sight of his half hard cock, and the dribble of cum running out of her pussy.
Mary crawled over to Ron, straddling his face, “Maybe if you get a real man’s cum you’ll at least manage to stiffen up a bit,” she said.
Steve grinned down at Amy, “You on the pill? We didn’t bring any condoms.”
Amy looked down at his cock and shook her head, then leaned up to whisper in his ear, “And I don’t give a fuck,” she looked over at Ron and Amy, “Pussy boy will pay for Plan B if we need it, won’t you, loser?” she asked, reaching down to squeeze Steve gently.
“He usually keeps one in the bathroom in case he ‘forgets’ a condom anyway,” Mary said.
“Speaking of which, I should go clean up if we’re going to go through with this.”
Amy bounced up and took his hand, leading him to the bathroom. “My sister always told me white guys were bigger, when I met Ron I thought she was leading me on.”
“I wouldn’t know, since Ron apparently can’t handle having another guy in the room,” Steve said, pointing himself at the toilet.
“Let me get that, if it won’t make it too hard,” she said with a giggle, taking a hold of his cum coated shaft as he started to empty himself into the toilet. His cock jumped slightly as it hardened slightly. “That doesn’t hurt does it?” she asked.
“No, just makes it a little harder.”
“I can see that,” she laughed.
When he finally petered out she leaned in and slid her tongue over his cock, lapping up Mary’s pussy juice, his cum and the last few drops.
“Well aren’t you a kinky little thing.”
“He taught me, but you deserve me, sir,” she said before sliding her lips over his head and teasing the tip with her tongue.
“Well then, let’s go back out and show them what you can do, whore,” he said, grabbing a package from the medicine cabinet, then pulling away reluctantly.
Amy pouted for a moment, then crawled down on all fours, following behind him.
“Anything you want to tell them before we get started, slut?” Steve asked as he climbed back onto the bed.
“It’s nice to have a master who can stretch me out more than my Sharpie,” she said with a giggle, looking up at him and licking her lips.
Steve snapped his fingers and pointed at the bed, prompting her to jump up and spread her legs as wide as she could, “I think I’m lubed up enough for you, but I’m sure I’ll be feeling it tomorrow either way.”
Steve grabbed her ankles and shoved them back, forcing her legs up until they touched her shoulders, “Ever squirt before?” he asked, lining himself up with her shaved lips.
“No, sir, no one has ever fucked me hard enough before,” she said with a wink.
“We’re going to soak this whole mattress, pet,” he replied, slowly slipping just the head of his cock past her lips with a moan.
Amy bucked under him, sliding a big deeper with a groan of her own, while Mary ground her pussy down on Ron, who was trying to glance around her. “Focus on me, limp dick, she’s getting what she needs now.”
Steve laughed and shoved himself halfway in, feeling Amy’s walls squeeze around him, “Tighter, whore,” he ordered, “I want to feel your pussy fight me for every inch.”
Amy moaned, her juices sliding down her ass to soak the bed under them, “I’m sorry, master, I can’t focus as well as I’m used to with your thick fucking dick in me.”
Steve reached down and twisted one of her nipples, “I didn’t ask why you weren’t tight enough, just told you to fix it.”
Amy screamed and clenched down on him “Yes, sir, sorry, sir, thank you for using my worthless cunt, sir!”
Steve growled and slammed his hips down, feeling himself bottom out against her cervix, “Is this how it felt when he fucked you?”
“No, sir, he never got as deep as you, or stretched my cunt like you do!”
“Am I hurting your cunt, whore?”
Amy looked up at him and grinned, “Not as much as I’d like.”
Steve pulled all the way out and looked over at Mary, “Let him see this,” he ordered. Mary lifted her hips off Ron’s face, sliding two fingers between her lips instead.
Steve slammed down on her, ramming the headboard into the wall hard enough to chip the paint. The sound couldn’t be heard over Amy’s scream as she came, liquid spraying out of her cunt to drench the sheets.
“More, oh fuck hurt me more,” she begged, tears in her eyes.
Steve reached back and backhanded her, sending her head to the side and drawing another scream of
pleasure from her.
“Hurt your bitch! Make me cum from the pain!”
Steve grabbed her throat in one hand, and her hair in the other, using both to pull her back harder.
As she came again, her pussy squeezed down on his cock, “Does my tight yellow cunt feel good on your fat white bitch breaker?”
Steve spit down in her face, “Nasty fucking whore.”
“Isn’t that what you wanted? Or should I pretend I’m a good little girl?” she pitched her voice higher, “You’re too big, stop it, please!”
Steve grinned and rammed down harder, “Liar, you love it.”
“Fuck, no, you’re hurting me. Take it out!” she reached up to push against him, feeling the muscles of his arms and chest.
Steve grabbed her wrists in one of his big hands and kept hammering her, moaning in pleasure. Ron leaned back between Mary’s legs and ran his tongue over her clit, sending her into her own orgasm.
“Please cum, I can’t take any more, please just fucking cum,” Amy whined.
Steve grinned as he twisted his hips, groaning as his cock throbbed. “But you’re not on the pill, I don’t think that’s very safe.”
Amy moaned and looked up at him, “I don’t care, I just want your cum. You can cum all over my tits if you want, mark me as a white man’s fucktoy!”
Steve pounded her a few more times, then pulled out, hand flying to his cock. Amy licked her lips and raised herself, pressing her tits out and opening her mouth wide for him, “Let me taste it! Cover me in it! Get it in my hair and my neck and my tits!”
Steve groaned as long ropes of cum started spraying out of his cock, the first round flying past Amy to splatter on Ron and Mary’s back before he corrected down to hit her face. Amy moaned as she felt the hot stickiness coating her and shifted to let him cover her tits as the flow began to slow a little. Sliding her hands under herself she rose up, swallowing the tip as the last dribbles petered out, sending Steve’s hips bucking in ecstasy. She let out half a giggle, backing up so he didn’t choke her, then dragged her tongue down the length of his shaft. “Mmm, you taste so rich. It’s a good thing I didn’t let you cum in me, I bet we’d have had twins,” she said, shifting her attention to suck on his balls, taking one and then the other between her lips and cleaning them with her tongue.
Mary slid off of Ron, grabbing a corner of the sheet to wipe between her thighs, “Well, that was fun,” she said, sliding across the bed to kiss Steve on the lips. “You still have some in there for me later tonight, sweetie?” she asked, reaching down to give his balls a light squeeze.
“I’m sure you can coax a little more out in an hour or so. But I think I need a drink first.”
Mary slid off the bed, grabbing her clothes, “Sounds good to me, there’s a nice little pub like ten minutes up the road. You want to come, Mary?” she asked.
Amy looked up from scooping Steve’s cum off her tits and sucking it off her fingers. “Oh, all wet and with his cum drying off me? You bet!” she said, bouncing up and walking over to the dresser. “Just give me a minute to get dressed.”
Mary sighed as Steve chuckled, “Oh thank god, I don’t think I’d want to be seen in public with you in that outfit. The three of them stepped out of the room, leaving Ron, and hopped into Mary’s car, Steve and Amy sliding into the back seat together as Mary tilted her window down.
“Be careful, these are some twisty roads, and if you put on too good of a show I’m liable to miss a turn,” she said.
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