Chapter Five
Totally into it, Tracey licked Mark’s cock clean with ravenous hunger, like she was licking melting ice cream on a hot summer day.
It wasn’t a particularly sweet or pleasant flavour, but there was something about its saltiness that grew on her as she drank every drop he had to give.
“Good girl,” Amanda praised, letting the girl up while assessing her husband. Reeling from the force of his delayed release, Mark lay breathless on the bed, but he was still half hard and ready to go again. Capable, she decided, but nowhere near ready for what she had in mind.
Amanda turned and kissed Tracey full and hard and with all the raw sexual energy that the night had left sizzling through her core. She tasted as sweet as ever, like strawberries and cream, seasoned with Mark’s saltiness. The memory that her mouth had been wrapped around her husband’s cock just a moment ago excited her all the more.
Taken by surprise, the girl was motionless at first, then the older woman’s tongue found hers and reality caught up. She squeaked in surprise, her body stiffening, but Amanda pulled her in close. She abandoned Tracey’s lips in favour of capturing a pink nipple with her tongue. Already madly aroused, Tracey arched and tossed her head back in a cascade of gold, moaning long and low as they tumbled back into the bed’s embrace.
“Mmm… Such beautiful tits,” Amanda purred, sucking and tonguing the ripe bud. Tracey’s fervour grew.
“No-oh! Don’t say that, it’s embarisi-oh there, right there!”
“Yeah, you like that? Want more?”
“Yes… oh God, oh God!” The whole world seemed to burst with light, heat, and pleasure as Mrs Burton’s finger slid into her, curling up to tease her g-spot while the pad of her thumb manipulated her clit. “...Feels so good… please, more, I want more!”
“Don’t worry, sweetheart,” Amanda cooed, glancing across the bed to Mark. He was transfixed, his cock rapidly returning to full mast. She grinned inwardly. “I’ll give you more.” And she pulled away.
Tracey felt close, and her eyes snapped open. She immediately made to grab Mrs Burton’s retreating hand, desperate to bring those fingers back. She’d fuck herself on them if that was what it took for her to get off. Amanda just batted her hand away and settled herself between the girl’s thighs.
“Be patient sweetie, I promise you’re going to love this.” With a seductive smile, she pulled the girl’s right leg over her left, while hooking her own over hers. “And I think you can call me Amanda now.”
“Mrs Bur- Amanda, what are you-?” The question died as their pussies kissed.
It was an odd sensation, all friction and heat, but one that elected moans from them both. So she might tease her husband just that little bit longer. Amanda rocked their bodies together, the position just right for their clits to grind together.
“Oh fuck!” Tracey moaned, arching her back and crying out in ecstasy, the pleasure hitting her like the waves of a tempest, crashing over her fast and hard. "Yes…fuck me...fuck me...oh God...yes!"
"Uh... Fuck.... alright sweetheart…" Amanda groaned, delighting in the hot shivers rippling through her, the circles of her hips growing more forceful. "I'll fuck you...uh…now…cum for me...oh!”
Tracey couldn’t stand it. It was too intense, too hot. Her body felt like fire, tongues of white flame spreading out from her wet and throbbing cunt. She was so close.
But it wouldn’t come. She could practically feel herself dangling on the edge. “I can’t!” she whimpered.
“Oh baby, yes you can.” Amanda pressed, rising to close the gap between them and attack the hollow of the girl’s neck with licks and nips while grinding their clits together. “Let it all out so Mark can see. He’s watching. Let my husband see that pretty face of yours as I make you cum. Then he’s going to take your precious virginity and make you cum on his big, yummy cock. Go on, cum! Cum! Cum!”
Mr Burton. She knew she shouldn’t look, but Tracey couldn’t help herself. Mr Burton was watching, and it made her belly flutter. He was wreathed in shadow and light, dark and deliciously dangerous, his eyes burning brightly as he watched her with a predatory hunger, his cock standing tall. He wasn’t touching himself and that excited her. All this for me.
“Mr Burton, I-I…Oh fuck, fuck! I'm cumming! I'm cumming!”
“Attagir- Oh shit! Yes! Yes, right there, oh! Yes! I'm cumming too!” Amanda followed almost immediately, pushed over the brink and into oblivion.
Relaxing into their simultaneous releases, the two women slipped into a serene afterglow.
Tracey felt like she was floating in a warm bath and just staying awake became a chore as her eyes grew heavy and all the cares of the world seemed to float away. If this was a dream, then she hoped she would never wake up.
Through half-lidded eyes, she watched Amanda slowly rise to her knees on shaky legs and manoeuvre around to sit beside her husband and whisper something in his ear. He nodded, and then she was gone. Mark was looming over her.
He scooped her up as if she weighed nothing and placed her gently down at the head of the bed. She felt the mattress sink under his weight as he crawled up the length of her body.
“There’s no going back after this, Tracey.” His voice was gruff, but when he cupped her chin, his touch was gentle. “Are you sure this is what you want?”
Even now, he was still concerned for her, but the thought of him stopping had her arms snaking up around his neck. She arched, opening her gates. “Mmm… I’ve never been so sure.” She husked, rolling the heat of her moist arousal along his cock. “Mr Burton, please, fuck me.”
He nodded, easing forward. Tracey’s head rolled back onto her shoulders, her lips parting and her eyes falling shut as his broad crest slid slowly inside-
A bolt of pain ran up Tracey’s spine as she felt the excruciating pop of her virginity.
“It…It…hurts…" she whimpered, fighting back tears and digging her nails into his back so hard that trickles of blood ran down his skin.
“Relax…sweetheart,” Mark mouthed into her hair, fisting the sheets against the urge to fuck her as her inner walls bore down on him. He needed to wait, to let her adjust, but fuck, she was tight. “The pain will pass. It’s better this way, just like ripping off a plaster. Now you just need to relax.”
Tracey could only nod and cling to him, dragging in deep breaths as the pain began to fade. The pain turned into pleasure and Tracey felt herself floating away.
Torn between torturous pleasure and exquisite agony, Mark could only grit his teeth against the desire to cum right then and there. “God, your pussy feels so good.”
His words were anaesthesia. Tracey wanted more of him, wanted to feel him move inside of her, pounding her, fucking her to insanity, the heat of his seed filling her to the brim...
She couldn’t stand it. Moving her hips, she began to grind against the base of his shaft, making them both moan and draw in a shuddering breath.
The thrill she got from their union was breath-taking. Tracey eagerly tried to take more, but Mark's hands trailed down to cup her bum, his powerful grip holding her still.
“Mr… Mr Burton…please…I want…” she moaned, her body’s need for him growing almost frenzied as he rolled his hips. He was being gentle, lightly touching her, teasing. No, this wasn’t what she wanted.
“What do you want, sweetheart? Go on, tell me…”
“Fuck me,” she growled, legs crossing over his buttocks. “Now!”
He smiled, then thrust down as she moved to meet him, forcing her to take another two inches of him.
“Mr…Burton…” Tracey gasped, all defiance melting away as he withdrew almost completely from her depths. She felt infected with an empty feeling as he pulled back before finally thrusting home. “Oh…oh God! I’m gonna burst! Yes, Yes! Don't stop, don't ever stop... I want more. Make me scream!”
“Don’t worry sweetheart, you’re about to get the fuck of your life.” Her pussy was slick and tight, her inner muscles clenching around him. He pulled away before returning fast and hard, slamming into her, every inch of him filling her.
“Oh, fuck…Fuck me, fuck me!”
“Yeah? You like that, Tracey?” he teased, thrusting into her harder, faster. “You like getting fucked by your best friend’s dad?”
“Yes…Yes… your cock feels so good, like it’s splitting me in half!” she moaned, every thrust hitting deeper than the last. “Oh my God! Don’t stop! Don’t Stop…”
Mark complied. Holding nothing back, he ravaged her sweet young body with wild abandon, working his cock inside her tight folds with urgency. She was beautiful, her naked body dancing to his rhythm.
A high-pitched cry escaped her lips as Mark thrust deep, grazing her g-spot. She cried out in a frenzied passion, her nails raking his skin. Tracey was losing control.
Mark could feel both of their releases drawing close and was trying his best to keep his under control. Tracey needed to cum first. He reached down to where their bodies were joined and began playing with her sensitive clit, rubbing it gently with the pad of his thumb.
The tidal wave of her orgasm crashed over her with colossal force, sending her senses into overdrive. She convulsed and contracted around his throbbing cock, her cream coating his stiff shaft as he pounded her straight through one orgasm and into a second. He let out a low grunt of pleasure as he erupted inside her.
They stayed like that for a few minutes, basking in the afterglow of their respective orgasms, before he wrapped his arms around her and drew her close as he rolled onto his back.
Amanda sat down beside them on the bed. “Havin’ fun?”
Tracey giggled girlishly while Mark shot his wife a half-smile. “You could say that.”
“Good.” Amanda matched his smile, then bent to whisper in Tracey’s ear. “Now that you’re a woman, sweetheart, how about celebrating with your first threesome?”
“Really?” Surprised, Tracey weakly tried to sit up, but her jelly arms wobbled so dangerously, she could only manage a slight tilt of her chin. “But I don’t…I mean…what…”
“Just move over sweetie, there’s nothing to it,” Amanda assured before climbing over the pair and sitting against the headboard. She opened her legs, revealing her glistening folds and, with a kinky smile playing across her lips, beckoned the girl closer with her finger.
Mark could only watch dry-mouthed as Tracey climbed off him and crawled between his wife’s thighs. Amanda then motioned for him to join them. Smiling to himself, he rose and slid into place behind Tracey.
Placing her head next to Amanda’s slick sex, Tracey buried her face into Amanda’s heat, remembering how Mark had devoured her own.
“Yeah… Oh God Tracey… Oh... yeah… just like that....” Amanda moaned, rolling her hips and grinding her pussy into the girl’s face. At the same time, Mark grabbed Tracey's waist and lined himself up to enter her. Looking up, the couple’s eyes met, and he gave her a wicked smirk before he teasingly slid the tip of his cock up her still tingling and oversensitive pussy, to her ass.
“Mmm…decisions, decisions…” he pondered.
Smiling back, Amanda reached forward with both hands. She grabbed and spread Tracey’s cheeks, opening the girl up to her lover. “Here dear, fuck her virgin ass.”
Tracey looked up, her eyes glazed with uncertainty. “But Mrs Bur- Amanda, doesn't it…? Isn't that supposed to hurt?” she asked.
“Don't worry, honey,” Amanda said, smiling down at her. “Mark’s very good at anal. It’ll sting at first, but I’m going to make sure you enjoy every second.” She twisted them around and positioned herself underneath her.
Smirking as he watched his wife devour their lover, Mark moved back into position behind them. Holding Tracey’s hips still, he pressed the tip of his cock into her rear entrance.
“Whatever you do Tracey, don’t tense.” He warned before moving forward, pressing home. The admittance to her rear made Tracey's whole-body arch in simultaneous pain and ecstasy as Amanda greedily tongued her clit.
Allowing her a few moments to get accustomed to the sensation, Mark began to slowly work his length back and forth, sliding that little bit deeper inside her as he did. “Shit… so tight, so… tight…”
Unfortunately, this was a new sensation that even Amanda's incredible oral skills couldn’t disguise. Tracey was forced to squeeze her eyes shut as sharp stabs of pain ripped through her petite body. However, long fingers quickly replaced that pain with pleasure as they began squeezing the nub of her clit, testing it like a ripe grape while she tongued her folds. Tracey reciprocated.
“Oh, Mr Burton…” Tracey moaned, her head starting to spin. “Please… it feels… good… so good. More… I want more. Please!” Then she buried her face between Amanda’s thighs, locking her lips around her clit, sucking wantonly.
“I knew she’d love taking it up her butt- oh! Yes, suck it, sweetheart, that’s it, mmm,” Amanda managed between moans. “Give it to her baby, fuck her, fill her tiny ass with your big dick!”
Hearing the pair’s demands, Mark began to vigorously fuck the teen, slamming his flesh into her, filling her little butt with his cock with every thrust. Tracey moaned with delight as his hard cock filled her arse over and over, making her small body rock and sway to his undeniable rhythm.
The room was quickly filled with the trio’s moans, their cries of pleasure working to drive each other to their own peak. It wasn't long before Tracey felt another earth-shattering climax brewing from the couple’s affections.
Her body over-burdened by the taste of Amanda and the feel of Mark. Tracey’s core tingled, and her body throbbed as Mark drove into her harder and faster, pushing her over the edge.
“Uh…oh God! Mrs-Mrs Burton! …I’m…I’m cumming!” Tracey groaned around Amanda’s clit, pushing her to her own climax.
Mark’s head lolled back as a series of low, guttural moans escaped his mouth. It was too much. He thrust into Tracey as deep as he could before releasing a howl as he came, filling her tight bowels with his hot seed in the rush of another powerful orgasm. The sensation consumed her in an instant and Tracey’s world went black.
Coming down from their high, the lovers relaxed in each other’s company, riding the remnant waves of their orgasms. It took some time for Amanda and Mark to realise that Tracey had passed out after her third orgasm.
“Thank you, baby,” Amanda murmured, snuggling into her husband, enjoying the heat he gave off as she listened to the deep rumble of his heartbeat.
“Oh…What for, my love?”
With a knowing smile, she leant up and kissed her cheek. “For doing this, for Tracey. I know it couldn't have been easy for you.”
“It was nothing honey.” He grinned and kissed her forehead. “Anytime.”