Tyler was sitting in the living room, his pants at his ankles, when Steve’s text came through. Tyler saw it immediately, as his phone was in his hand, looking at the picture Lizzie had sent to their group chat. He’d been touching himself, torturing himself, imaging Lizzie’s small, perfect body kneeling next to Steve.
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The text didn’t help.
“You did great. Much better than the last time. Felt so good to finish inside of you…”
Tyler’s mind immediately shifted to something worse — to Steve’s oafish, clumsy body fucking Lizzie, the difference in their age and attractiveness turning Tyler on in a way that felt almost profane. He touched himself again, picturing his girlfriend being used like the girls he watched in pornography, until he heard her car door shut in the driveway.
Tyler was on the couch when Lizzie opened the door, his pants pulled up but still hard. She immediately sat next to him, snuggling against his shoulder like nothing was wrong. She was wearing short cotton shorts from Brandy Melville and a grey shirt with little bears on it. She put her hand against his cock, gently touching it.
“Fuck. Ty. It was so good. I Iove that we’re doing this.”
Tyler didn’t know what to say. He wasn’t doing anything, except sitting at home while Lizzie fucked Steve. He certainly wasn’t happy about that. But he was so turned on and so grateful for her touch that he wasn’t going to risk an argument.
“Yeah? You had fun?” He tried to keep his voice non-committal.
She slid her hand under the band of his sweatpants and started stroking his cock. “It’s so hard.” She giggled.
She was pushing against his shoulder, urging him to lie back on the couch as she slid her shorts off.
“Suck it.” Tyler tried to keep his voice firm, like he imagined Steve did. But his words came out with a question mark at the end, almost a plea.
“I’m a little tired for that … but I’ll finish you this way if …” She had pushed Tyler to his back and slid her shorts off, kneeling on his chest. Her hand was behind her, jerking Tyler off.
“Liz.”
Tyler kept thinking of Steve’s text, of where Steve said he had cum — and of what Liz was asking him to do.
Liz stopped touching Tyler’s cock, and inched forward, her pussy just above his chin. She brushed his hair from his forehead, looking down at him.
“It’s cute. Steve was a little threatened by you … I told him it’s different …”
“Fuck. Liz. I don’t know….”
She cut him off. “You remember when i used to swallow yours? What that meant? I want you to swallow his now — to show him you’re not a ….”
Her voice trailed off, and she settled onto Tyler’s face, her hand behind her, jerking him off as Tyler started to clean Steve’s cum from her pussy….