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"Ok," you said, "guess I can see what you've learned since the last time."

"Wait really?" she said suddenly excited.

She parked haphazardly in an empty lot and undid her seatbelt leaning over to undo your pants.

"I'm so excited for this," said Lola licking her lips as she pulled your cock out.

She looked up at you with doe eyes as she gently stroked your cock.

"You remember what I like?" she asked.

You grabbed a handful of her bleach blonde hair and squeezed her neck with your other hand.

"Yesss," she hissed, "use me for your stress relief."

"I've got quite a bit of stress," you said pushing Lola's head down towards your cock.

She took you in slurping and working her tongue around you as she bobbed her head. You held her hair back in a ponytail as she sucked not yet steering, just enjoying how skilled Lola was not compared to years ago.

"That's a good girl," you groaned, "you know how to treat a man."

You held her hand and started to thrust up into her wet mouth as Lola caressed your balls. Drool ran down your cock and onto your balls but Lola didn't make any effort to stop you from using her mouth.

"You like that?" you growled holding her down on your cock, "you were begging for it all weekend."

You let her up and she gasped and tried to swallow some of the drool in her mouth.

"Fucking love it," gasped Lola, "my mouth isn't the only thing dripping right now."

"Oh really?" you asked sliding a hand between her legs and up her skirt.

The inside of her thighs were soaked and she wasn't wearing panties.

"You're a little slut you know that?"

She shook her head yes and gasped as you thrust two fingers into her with ease.

"Get my cock in your throat," you commanded as she leaned back over and **** you into her mouth.

You fingered her hard pushing on the back of her head with your other hand.

"Fuck yes," you groaned as you felt her swallow your cock.

You started to thrust into Lola's throat holding her head down as you fingered her. She was really loving this because soon she was squiming her hips and as you held yourself in her throat her pussy squirted onto your hand and her seat.

"Holy fuck," you groaned letting Lola up.

"Jesus," she gasped, "fuck."

She had tears and make-up streaming down her cheeks and her lip trembled as she gasped for air.

"I've never orgasmed with someone's cock in my throat," she said.

"How was it?"

"I just squirted on the seat," she said, "it was awesome."

She stroked your cock with both hands.

"Shoot it down my throat," she said, "give me another meal."

"You've got it," you said grabbing the back of her head and pulling her back to your cock.

To be entirely honest you weren't sure how you'd made it this long, the whole situation was surreal from Whitney offering up her friend to you accepting, to Lola letting you use her mouth like a fleshlight.

"Here it comes," you groaned holding Lola steady as you fired shot after shot down her throat, "fucking hell."

You shivered as your orgasm subsided and you let Lola up. She looked like she might puke for a second but she swallowed and burped.

"Sorry," she said, "that tasted like cum."

"Thanks for that," you said taking a moment before getting your pants back on.

"Don't mention it," said Lola trying to clean her face with a wipe from her purse, "stress relieved?"

"Yes," you said, "for now."

When you got home Lola went in to clean her face while you cleaned the car, you had just cum so you should have been satisfied but part of you wondered if Lola wouldn't suck you again. After you made sure nothing would stain you went inside and started dinner. You did something you didn't do when Whitney was working late because it usually just led to her getting pissy and you texted her to say thank you. Then Whitney did something she never did on a late night, she called you.

"Hey babe," she said, "I'm glad you're enjoying your time with Lola."

"I'd prefer it was you," you said.

"I know," said Whitney, "so you didn't fuck her?"

"Of course not," you said, "I love you."

"But what if I let you," said Whitney, "what if I told you you could have her for your own little pocket pussy for the week."

You were thrown by how vulgar Whitney was being, especially considering she was at work.

"Not that I wouldn't love that," you said, "but I feel like that would really change the dynamics of our relationship."

"Well if you can wait up we can talk when I get home."

"Ok," you said as Lola walked past in the hallway in just a towel, she winked and paused to let you get a good look before moving on.

You made dinner and you were so distracted by your conversation with Whitney that you had to admit it wasn't your best work.

"You alright?" you asked Lola as she ate.

"Yeah," she said, "why?"

"Because you're not losing your mind over the food."

She pushed the food around her plate, "I've got to be honest Burt this is something I could cook."

"Yeah," you said, "I'm sorry, Whitney called and, I'm just a little distracted."

She took your hand almost on reflex, "is everything ok?"

"Yeah," you said, "why, what do you know?"

"Nothing," said Lola, "I've just never eaten anything from you that's this bad."

You sat down on the couch after dinner and started to scroll through ten streaming services of nothing to watch. Lola came in a moment later and sat right next to you.

"I'm sorry about dinner," said Lola, "you're a good cook even when you're off your game, and I know you're worried about Whitney."

"It's fine Lola," you said, "that was entirely too much garlic."

"Yeah I just used all your mouthwash," said Lola, "but let me make it up to you," she rubbed your crotch as your cock thickened.

"You really don't have to," you said.

"You're saying no?" asked Lola feigning insult, "I must be losing my touch."

"You've definitely only gotten better," you said, "this is just all weird to me."

"It's not new," said Lola, "you remember that summer you met Whitney."

"I met both of you," you said, "alright I'm not going to say no."

Lola smiled, "just relax."

You leaned back and closed your eyes as Lola undid your pants. She had really gotten better you realized as she took you into her mouth, when you'd first met she barely took the tip into her mouth and sucked it like a lollipop. You groaned as Lola rubbed your balls working you slowly in her mouth. Opening your eyes you watched Lola and actually admired her form, you wouldn't mind a go with her.

"Lola," you said, she looked up and you but didn't stop, "can you take your top off?"

"Really?" she asked.

"Yeah Lola," you said reaching for her top, "you're hot."

Lola blushed which you found wild considering she just had you in her mouth. She let you pull her top off and took your hand pulling it towards her tit.

"They're not anywhere near as big as Whitney's."

"They're amazing," you said teasing her nipples.

You let Lola get back to work and you made no effort to hold out. When you came Lola carefully kept stroking you making sure she got every drop before swallowing with a smile.

"You're awesome," you said as Lola sat back topless.

"Ready to find a movie? she asked not bothering to cover up.

"Or," you said looking at Lola, "I could return the favor."

"Oh," said Lola as you reached for her skirt, "you don't have to..." She trailed off letting you pull the skirt off.

You laid her back and ran your tongue up her slit, you'd never met anyone who got as wet as Lola from sucking cock. As you teased her clit with your tongue you slid a finger into her surprisingly tight cunt.

"How are you this fucking tight?" you asked.

"I'm tiny," gasped Lola running her fingers through your hair, "if the guy is too big I make him use my ass."

"And if I was the guy?" you asked running your tongue over her asshole.

"You could have anything," gasped Lola, "you could have everything.

You suddenly needed Whitney's offer to be serious, you needed to use all of Lola, despite getting your dick sucked twice today your cock was growing again at the thought of being inside of Lola.

"I want you so fucking bad," you admitted.

"It's mutual," she gasped as you stuck your tongue into her ass.

You climbed on top of Lola whose eyes went wide, "what are you doing?"

You slid two fingers into Lola and sucked on one of her tits.

"How are you hard again?"

"I haven't gotten everything I want."

You fingered her quickly but deliberately, your tongue teasing hard hard nipple as Lola's breath quickened.

"Let me hear you Lola, make a mess of the couch."

She squealed and shook as you fingered her to climax, then she erupted spraying you the couch and the floor before collapsing back into a shivering mess on the couch.

"You're a fucking goddess," you gasped, your cock almost painfully hard.

"I know we can't," she gasped, "so fuck my mouth."

You pulled her onto all fours and shoved your cock between her lips. Holding the back of her head with both hands you fucked her mercilessly, desperately, you got so lost in in that she had to slap your thigh so you'd let her breathe but then you were back to it. When she inevitably had to breathe again she gasped, "cover me."

It didn't take long, you grabbed her hair hard and after barely a few strokes you blew your load all over her face, she didn't try to move, she barely even flinched when some of it got in her eyes.

"Holy," you gasped.

"Fuck," she gasped.

You both sat breathing and looking at the mess that was now your living room.

"I need to shower," said Lola, "probably turn in after."

She leaned in and was about to kiss you on the lips when she diverted and kissed your cheek. Lola turned in after her shower and you laid in bed like you were waiting for Santa. Whitney got home earlier then you expected, barely 10, and after a quick shower slipped into bed with you.

"There she is," you said nuzzling up behind her and kissing her neck.

"Lola didn't take care of you?"

"She did," you said, "three times."

"I saw quite the puddle on the couch," said Whitney grinding her ass back onto you, "how are you still so hard."

"Because I haven't had the love of my life."

"You're so fucking corny," said Whitney pulling aside her panties.

She gasped as you entered her.

"I've missed you Burt," she said kissing you like she hadn't in too long.

"I've missed you too."

"So Lola isn't as good as me?" asked Whitney.

"She offered me everything," you said grabbing your wife's full breast, "but only blowjobs, some might have been more aggressive on my part."

"Tell me more," she pleaded as your pace quickened.

"First she let me use her throat in a random parking lot, she got so turned on she squirted all over the car."

"Little slut," whimpered your wife as you reached down to rub her clit.

"Then she told me to relax while she blew me but I made her take her top off."

"You like her little tits?" asked Whitney, "mine too big?"

"You're both beautiful in your own way," you said pinching one of her nipples, "then I licked her and fingered her until she came on the couch."

"She probably wanted you so bad."

"She did," you groaned, "and I wanted her, I settled for fucking her face and painting her with my cum."

"Oh my god," gasped Whitney as you were now pounding her.

You cupped your hand over her mouth as she came, "quiet babe, if you get her too riled up I don't know if I'll be able to resist."

You went to pull out at the last moment but Whitney reached back and grabbed your waist causing you to fill her with whatever you had left.

"What's gotten into you?" you asked, "not that I'm complaining."

"What if you didn't have to resist Lola?"

"Babe," you said, "that would be awesome, but I would feel weird about it, fucking your friend?"

"While I watch," said Whitney, "or both of us together."

"Whit, really?"