Menage a Trois

"Miss Castle?" came a timid voice at the dollar store. Elizabeth stood up, her polyester pants from the fast food joint stretched over her thick ass. Her tramp stamp was quite evident even in her work outfit. She'd been buying some knickknacks for Christmas. She blinked tiredly, then recognized her former babysitter, Faith.

"What are you doing here, Faith?" Elizabeth asked. The ginger haired teen played with her hair.

"Umm, my boyfriend lives in the apartment complex across the street," Faith said, nodding over her shoulder. Elizabeth blinked again, then looked at Faith sharply.

"Who is your boyfriend?" Elizabeth asked.

"Antoine ... he's a chef by day," Faith said shyly. Elizabeth realized she'd heard a new voice out of that apartment recently. It used to be fighting and fucking, fucking and fighting, between Antoine and LaDonna. And now it was cries of ecstasy, and more and more fucking.

"Well ... congratulations," Elizabeth allowed. She'd heard Antoine had a real horsecock, and part of her was unhappy it was off the market.

"Ummm ... I could use some help, actually." Faith stammered. "I'm not really great at sucking cock yet. And he's so ... equipped. I mean, Jesus. I could use some help when he wears me out."

"Hmmm ... if I help you out, can you babysit for me on Tuesday nights?" Elizabeth countered. Maybe they could both get what they want.

***

The legends were true, Elizabeth thought, stroking Antoine's cock, nice and slow, teasing the man. He was fierce looking, but not with the same edge as she heard when he was with LaDonna.

"Nice and slow," she said, instructed the redhead beside her. "Make him want it so bad he wants to skullfuck you." She wrapped her soft wet lips around the tip of his cock, starting to suck that gorgeous eleven inch prick. She paused, taking her mouth off it.

"Make sure the angle of your throat aligns with his prick so you can take him all the way," she told the impressionable redhead, adjusting her angle to demonstrate, as she started taking his big cock all the way to the base. Antoine groaned loudly, resting his hands in her thick mane.

After she'd sucked him for awhile, she pulled off her itchy work outfit, and held Antoine's massive fuckpole vertical as she slowly lowered herself on it. Then she felt Faith's tongue. On Antoine's balls. On her asshole. She twitched against Antoine, creaming his dick. Then she started to ride, to teach by performance. This would be a very good trade.