Chapter 13
Jenn was never good at waiting. Indecisiveness wasn’t rewarded in the business world. She knew what she wanted, she’d made the decision, so now she simply went for it.
Jenn slid the bottom of Casey’s shirt up high enough to expose the little bump where his hip connected to his midsection. Jenn didn’t know what it was called, nor did she care. She brushed her fingertips down across the smooth, tan skin. Casey’s abs flinched, and he breathed out shakily. Jenn saw him glance over at Trey, his mouth wordlessly opening and closing.
“Don’t worry about it. He’s fine.” Jenn pushed the tips of her fingers down below the waistband of Casey’s shorts, and he tensed visibly, his legs attempting to straighten reflexively, pushing his head up into the ceiling of the cab. Jenn stopped her advance for a moment. She looked up into Casey’s face. “Should I stop?” she whispered.
With one more wide-eyed glance at Trey, Casey shook his head, reaching up with his opposite hand to grab the handle above the window. His other hand grabbed onto his knee, knuckles white. He straightened as much as he could, his posture clearly inviting Jenn to continue her advance into his pants. She accepted the invitation, slowly inching her fingers down, past his hip, across the hair on his thigh, until she found what she was looking for.
Jenn couldn’t help but gasp when her hand closed gently around him. The sheer girth of him was unbelievable. Her fingers only barely touched when she tried to circle entirely around him. She slid her closed hand up and down a few times, the skin of his shaft pulling up and down with each stroke. Casey groaned.
Jenn glanced up and made eye contact with the cabbie in the rearview mirror. The woman’s eyes were smiling. “Amiga, you sassy! You have what you need?”
Jenn blushed, and she asked, “I’m sorry?”
The cabbie glanced meaningfully between Trey and Casey, then she reached over and popped the glove compartment. Jenn could see a folded wad of condoms. “You have what you need? I like to take care of my customers!”
Jenn smiled, taken aback but emboldened by the woman’s unblinking support.
“I’ll let you know.”
Jenn released her grip on Casey and trailed her fingernails down his shaft, across his balls. He wheezed, a taut exhale. She looked up into his face and smiled, then cradled his sack in her hand and rolled down the top of his shorts with her wrist. She rotated her thumb beneath his length, flicking it free of the fabric. It sprang stiffly into the air, pointing straight at the ceiling.
“Oh, my god!” Jenn heard Casey whisper. He moved the hand on his knee up to join the other on the handle over the window, scanning uneasily outside the vehicle.
Jenn’s hungry eyes watched as Casey’s monstrous dick bobbed and swayed with every heartbeat, leaped with every involuntary contraction of his pelvic muscles.
“Oh, my god, indeed,” Jenn whispered as she allowed her fingers and palm to slide loosely up and down his cock several times, getting to know him. Casey groaned, and her smile widened. She gave him another several tugs, enjoying how responsive he was beneath her hand. Jenn glanced at Trey and saw that he was watching from the corner of his eye. She turned to look at him, and his eyes flicked to meet hers.
Maintaining eye contact with Trey and managing to maintain a steady pumping motion with the hand still encircling Casey, Jenn slowly slid her other hand from Trey’s thigh up to his belly. She gave him a gentle squeeze, then dropped her hand into his waistline. Trey closed his eyes as she gripped him lightly.
An erect penis now held in either hand, lightly stroking each warm appendage, Jenn couldn’t help but giggle. This was literally the stuff of dreams.
The driver glanced in the mirror, then turned to glance behind her and laughed.
“Dios mío! Two at once?”
Casey, who must have been unaware of what was happening with Jenn’s other hand, glanced over and whispered, “Jesus Christ!” Jenn closed her eyes, grinning like a fool and biting her lip, the warmth filling her hands also fanning the flame in her belly.
Trey shifted slightly, undoing the button and zipper of his pants and slipping them down to his thighs. Casey, without looking in Trey’s direction, followed suit, pulling the waist of his gym shorts down to his knees.
Jenn continued to stroke with both hands, reveling in the muted groans and grunts of the men beside her. Boardroom be damned: this was power. Slowing down led directly to heaving breaths, pleading for more. Speeding up created breathless silence, punctuated by gasps.
Jenn released both men for a moment. She sought out each of their opposite hands and brought them to her, Casey’s to her breast, Trey’s to her waist, then returned her hands to the pink, shiny cocks on either side of her.
“Figure it out,” she grunted.
Both men did.
As Casey’s fingers began hungrily undoing buttons, Trey smoothly untied the tie of her shorts and slipped a hand down the front of them.
It was Jenn’s turn to gasp when Trey’s finger found her pussy and easily slipped in and out, the inner lips of her labia slick. He wet his finger with her, then withdrew it to slide upward to the little bud at the top of her vulva.
When Trey began making small circles with the tip of his middle finger, his thumb pressed against her belly and other fingers gently applying pressure on either side of her lips, Jenn allowed herself to groan aloud, swiveling her pelvis to add to the motion Trey was supplying.
“Ay!” Their cab driver laughed, adjusting on the seat. “If you don’t mind, I tune you out; you make it hard to drive!” She clicked on the radio, pushed a few buttons, and some slow, heavy Spanish rap began playing through the car’s speakers.
Casey’s fingers had managed to undo all of the buttons on Jenn’s shirt, and he pulled it down off her shoulders. Jenn paused with each hand long enough to slip both arms from the sleeves.
Casey paused, uncertain whether he should continue.
“Don’t stop there,” Jenn encouraged him with a brief smile.
He needed no further invitation. His hand went to the back of her neck, where one tie of the bikini rested, and undid the knot, then slid down her back to the other, untying it, too.
In a flash of green fabric, Jenn was sitting in nothing but her mud-spattered shorts, her heavy breasts hanging down her chest, a man’s hand down her pants, another cupping one breast, a throbbing cock in each hand. Jenn leaned her head back, eyes closed.
As she hoped, both men took it as the invitation she intended it as. Trey leaned in, his mouth going to her chest above her breasts, planting light, teasing kisses along her clavicle. She shivered.
Casey leaned down and put his mouth lightly against hers, a tentative kiss that Jenn pushed up into, drawing him in further with her eagerness. She let her tongue run over his upper lip, and he pushed back greedily, inviting more of her. She accepted, sliding her tongue fully into his mouth. His own tongue stroked hers, his lips circling around her tongue. He stroked her tongue, bobbing his head forward and back so that her tongue plunged in and out of his mouth. She pulled back, looking back down at what was happening near the seat.
In both her hands, the men’s cocks were growing steadily warmer and harder. Trey’s, as long as her hand, was straight and circumcised; the mushroom tip was shiny and taut with the strength of his want.
Casey’s, impossibly, continued to grow. There was now a slight gap between Jenn’s fingers when she tried to encircle him. She looked down at him for the first time, really watching his cock as she worked it. He was uncircumcised, his foreskin retracting back a bit further from his tip each time she stroked toward his belly.
Unable to resist the urge any longer, Jenn slid her bottom toward Trey, throwing one leg up and over his, then leaned over toward Casey and slowly pressed her lips to the peeking tip of his dick.
Casey stopped breathing altogether. He slid down in his seat, his knees crushing against the back of the driver’s seat in front of him. His hips thrust upward, as if begging Jenn to take more of him. One of his hands sought the back of her neck, not pushing or pulling, simply touching gingerly. The other reached around to her front, cradled a breast, and gently rolled one of her nipples between his fingers.
Jenn filled her mouth with Casey. She took him in until she could fit no more, then intentionally pushed down a little more, gagging slightly as the tip of him pushed against the back of her throat. She pulled back from him, one hand holding the shaft straight, the other pumping just ahead of her lips, rotating back and forth along his shift down to the base, pushing back the close-trimmed hair that grew there.
While Jenn sucked on Casey, Trey continued to pay close attention to her lower half. Her positioning on Casey forced her to adjust on Trey, turning entirely over so that her right knee rested on the floor of the cab, and the left was thrown across Trey’s lap. He continued to rub and caress her, his free hand running over her bare ass, her thighs, her stomach, while the other continued its quick little circles at the apex of her pussy.
Casey’s hand on her breast let Jenn know first when he was getting close. His breathing became quick and ragged, and the hand on her breast squeezed tighter and tighter until she had to use one hand to guide him gently off of it, his hand instead reaching down her back to rest at the top of her ass.
When she could feel in the tension of his belly and cock that he was getting close to releasing, Jenn removed her mouth, using her hand, instead, to guide Casey to completion. The young man shivered, groaning loudly and grunting as the hot, sticky cum spurted from the tip of his penis, splashing onto his shaft, balls, and the seat of the cab.
Casey groaned, but Jenn kept milking him, coaxing every last spurt and tremor out of him until he gave one last shiver and finally brought one hand on top of hers, halting her movement.
Behind her, Trey kept fingering her. Jenn smiled, lowering back deeper onto her knees and arching her back to make herself more accessible. She laid her head on Casey’s lap, eyes looking up into his, and holding the slick, sticky tip of his cock in her mouth while she was fingerfucked.
Casey joined in with caressing, exploring hands, gently stroking and kneading every part of her he could reach. His hands were at her breasts, her belly, her sides, her ass, her back. Everywhere his light fingers touched, goose bumps appeared on her skin as she sighed repeatedly, Trey’s hands guiding her closer and closer to climax.
“Hey,” the driver called back to them. “You better finish. We’re close.”
Jenn turned to plead with Trey with her eyes, letting Casey’s deflating member drop out of her mouth. “So am I,” she mewed.
Casey, looking ahead out the windshield, spoke up. “I don’t think you’re gonna make it. I can see the gates.” He was already pulling up his shorts. He glanced down, unsure what to do about the semen that was everywhere until the driver passed back a package of wet wipes she’d produced from the glove compartment.
Jenn pushed up onto Casey’s knees with her hands, turning to look for herself. Sure enough, she could see the gates several blocks ahead.
“Shit,” she groaned. She gently pushed Trey’s hand away, her lips pouting, and began to pull her shorts up, from where they’d fallen around one ankle.
Trey, too, worked to cover himself, getting his shorts back into place as Jenn retook her seat, shorts in place and retying the bikini top around her middle.
They all sat back in their seats, all of them breathing heavily through their noses.
The cab driver laughed. “You all sound like sex!”
The three adults in the back seat glanced at one other and laughed, as well. They looked like sex, too. Flushed faces, disheveled clothing, sweaty skin.
“Don’t worry about the seat. I wipe it down when you leave,” their driver called back. She laughed again. “You’re lucky my man takes care of me. I’m gonna need him bad tonight. He loves it when I work the cruisers.”
It was Jenn’s turn to laugh. “Well, in hope he gives you a good ride; you’ve certainly been more than accommodating this afternoon.”
The cabbie smiled and waved off the compliment. “Ah, I’ve worked the cruisers a lot. I seen some crazy shit, I tell you that!”
“I’m sure you have!” Jenn gave both men’s legs a gentle squeeze.