Page 55 of Lucy and Her Wicked Three

"Fuck you. I'm just saying. She looks busy. I mean, not that it matters. Lulu, you can do whatever you want. This is your house. I just mean, you look focused. In a good way. You can be busy on your phone. Obviously. What are you doing on there? I mean, you don't have to tell us. Or me. Since I'm the one asking."

Noah's mouth drops open and I shove him.

"What is wrong with you?" He stage-whispers.

I wince then look back at Lucy, but she's got a question on her face, fortunately, not paying me any attention.

She swallows, then points at the TV. "Can y'all take a quick break?"

Noah drops his controller first. Doesn't matter what she wants. She could be asking if we wouldn't mind unclogging adrain, and he'd say,Yes Lucy, whatever you need. She looks at me as I set the controller down.

"What's up, Lulu? Everything okay?"

"I'm sorry. I know y'all are working."

"We work for ourselves. We're not punching in. What is it, Lu? Anything."

She bites her lip, then hands me her phone. "Umm… Can we try this?"

Furrowing my brow, I take her phone, her wired headphones coming along with it. There's no sound but the video on the screen actually fucking shocks me. "You're watchingporn?"

I gape from the screen, to Lucy, then back to the screen. Noah, completely serious, takes the phone from me and rewinds the video.

Lucy fidgets nervously, coming to a stand in front of me, scratching one foot up her opposite leg. "I mean.. Kinda? I had questions. I wasn't sure… anyway, Portia sent it to me."

"Oh sure, blame your friend," I tease, grabbing her hand and pulling her down to the couch and into my lap. Noah moves closer to me, angling the video toward us. I can feel the heat of her embarrassment coming off in waves. I can't believe she got the guts to ask for this, though.

I fucking. Love. It.

I tug the headphones out of the socket and loud fake moaning fills the air around us. Lucy fidgets in my lap, my cock growing hard beneath her wiggling ass. I grip one hip to hold her in place but it doesn't help much.

"Oh you're so big! Fuck me, Daddy, fuck me with that giant cock! Unnhhhnn!!!"

I reach over and silence the video. I hate that fake shit, no one sounds like that in real life. Well, I guess that's not true. But rarely does it follow decent sex.

There's no point in denying my cock is hard as a steel fucking rod right now. Lucy watches the video, biting her bottom lip, stiff in my lap. Noah has a passive expression on, watching with clinical indifference.

We let it play all the way through, and Noah asks Lucy questions as it plays. He's good like that. He's paying attention while I do my best not to blow my load. The woman on screen lays on her back at the edge of a bed while getting deep throat fucked by a massive cock, a second pounding into her pussy. Everyone on screen is white, waxed and buffed to perfection, a roll call for a generic threeway.

Noah turns the video off, then reaches out for Lucy's hand. She takes it and stands, but I can tell how shaky and nervous she is. He can too, though, so I'm not worried. Together, we'll take things real slow. I'd no intention of moving in and immediately expecting sex from Lucy so this is nothing but a nice surprise.

A nice, tantalizing, horny, juicy surprise.

Noah walks slowly, holding Lucy's hand, asking her how she felt about the positions and about her cock-sucking experience. He sounds like a fucking professor, and I carry on with my tongue dragging, distracted by the sway of her hips and ass, following them into her bedroom. Noah brings Lucy to sit at the edge of the bed then peeks in the bathroom. He's a sucker for aftercare. I swear it gets him harder than actual fucking does.

When he returns, he kneels down in front of Lucy in a non-threatening manner. The tent in his pants is obvious, I know he's wanting this as much as me, but he stays focused since she's clearly nervous.

"Umm… yeah, of course I've given a blow job. I'm sorry, this is weird. I shouldn't have asked—"

"No, no Lucy, don't feel uncomfortable. We don't even have to try anything. But if you're curious, we should talk about it. I onlyask because she was face up in the bed. The way he fucks her throat is called deep throating. Do you know what that means?"

She fidgets beside me. "Of course I know what it means. I'm not stupid." She drops her head in her hands. "Ugh. This is so embarrassing. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to snap. Let's just forget—"

"Great, you know what deep throating is. Have you ever done it?"

Discomfort radiates off of her, but she replies, "No."

"Okay. How's your gag reflex?"

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