BG96 s2 - Do it yourself

You don’t trust Stef. Hopefully your breathy panting doesn’t sound too over-the-top or fake as you urgently push past Stef and straddle Ellen. Without ceremony, you take her cock and guide it in as you lower your hips. You ignore the look on Stef’s face.

The only sound Ellen makes is a strange, almost reverent gasp as she feels it for the first time. She lies flat and doesn’t move, panting and staring with this blend of ecstasy and embarrassment. OK… you expected her to do something, but you’re kind of committed now. You move your hips, drawing pathetic little moans out of her. You wish she’d put her hands on your hips or reach for your tits or something, but she just lies there, looking as though she’s in heaven. Stef helps out by crawling over and holding Ellen’s hand, their fingers laced together.

It's intensely awkward. Her cock is good, but there’s still a sense of relief when she shudders and you feel her throbbing and spurting inside you as she grips Stef’s hand tightly. You play your role and lean down to kiss her sweaty face. She kisses you back clumsily.

“Oh my god,” she says breathlessly as you climb off her.

Stef is still giving you a look. Like… you know. You know that you owe her some relief after muscling in and doing that. You beckon to her, but she shakes her head and points down.

You roll your eyes and crawl toward her, but she points down again.

“Make it good,” she mutters.

Fine. You lower your front half and raise your hindquarters, arching your back the way that Stef likes. She rests her hand on your head as you go down on her. She tugs your hair to make her look at you like she saw in some porn tape, and you play along. She makes some crazy faces when you do this to her. You slurp and suck gamely.

She grunts and pinches one pokey nipple. You let her feel your teeth, then suck hard to make her gasp. Meanwhile, your hand is busy between your legs, pulling on your neglected cock. You finish first, spraying jizz on the rug. Seeing you to that is good enough for Stef, who lets out a salty burst into your mouth. You patiently let her finish, then pull out and swallow in front of her. You don’t love doing that, but it makes her so happy.

“Fuck,” you say, wiping your mouth and sitting down. You and Stef both look toward Ellen, who is up and sitting cross-legged. A second load gleams on her tummy. You’re suddenly self-conscious about the view that you gave her: everything, spread wide from behind. She even watched you cum. It was one thing to impulsively decide to do Ellen a favor at a party. You didn’t realize at the time that meant she was going to see your asshole twitching as you shot all over the floor.

The three of you sit on the floor of Stef’s room, lit by the screen of the video game. No one says anything. That grandfather clock in the game keeps ticking.