Page 112 of Two Guys, a Girl, and a Tripod

Letting go of my cock, I slide my hands over Sophie’s ass, grabbing her hips. In one quick thrust, I push all the way inside her, forcing a cry from her throat. I feel my balls slap against Brody’s chin and I pull out only to drive home again, hard and fast.

“Now,” I pant, “Miles, Brody says to help Sophie come on my cock.”

I pull out and begin a rhythm of deep thrusts. Sophie’s walls are already choking me, trying to wring a release from me well before I’m ready. Miles is clearly good at what he’s doing. Or maybe it’s me. Or the combination.

I don’t fucking care.

“You’re so fucking tight,” I grunt. “Taking all of me like a good girl.” I can’t stop the praise. “You take me so well, so fucking well.”

Her muscles tense and Sophie tries to lean forward. I grab a fistful of hair and keep a firm grip on her hip.

“Don’t you fucking run.” I keep up the rhythm, driving into her fast and deep each time. “You’re gonna take this dick like my good girl.”

“Y-y-yes!” She cries out, trying to do as I say, trying not to pull away from me.

I’m not done with this game, though. After a few more thrusts, I slide out of her. A groan of protest escapes my lips as well as Sophie’s, but she stays in place. She’s learning. With a light slap on her ass again, I step away.

“Brody says,” I pant, “let Miles fucking breathe.” I chuckle as Sophie lifts her hips, but Miles stays where he is. It looks like he’s learning too. “Miles, Brody says get up and sit on the couch. Pants off.”

“You sure, boss?” He doesn’t wait for a response. Licking his lips, Miles emerges from between Sophie’s thighs and hurries to get in place. When his pants and boxers are off, I have to admit–his cock is beautiful. I’m not sure I’d ever use that word to describe anyone else’s, but his? Beautiful is an accurate description. It’s thick and almost the length of mine, standing at attention.

“Oh, I’m sure. I want us all to win this little game, don’t you?” I raise an eyebrow and meet his gaze, but I know he saw mine wandering.

“Absolutely,” he groans, looking sideways at Sophie who’s still breathing heavily.

“Sophie,” I smooth my hand over one ass cheek and she turns her head so she can see us both. “Brody says sit on Miles’ dick.”

“Jesus.” Miles throws his head back as Sophie shuffles closer and swings a leg over his lap. His hands slide up her thighs, but I slap one of them away. He drops the other. “Sorry,” he mutters, lifting his head to glance at me.

Sophie lowers herself with a gasp, her slick pussy sliding easily over Miles’ cock. She stares into his eyes and he stares right back, hungry and needy and everything I feel for her too. I run a hand down her back and speak softly.

“Brody says ride that fucking cock.”

Miles utters a string of curses as Sophie begins to rock back and forth. I’m not going to correct her movements. Up and down, front to back, I don’t care. I just want her to-

“Make yourself feel good,” Miles moans. “That’s it, honey.”

Licking my lips, I gingerly take the next step in my little plan. Setting my foot on the couch, I use the back for stability, standing beside the two of them. My cock is still slick with Sophie’s arousal and I use it to stroke myself near her face.

“Miles,” I groan, calling his attention to my movements. “Brody says it’s your turn to do the work and fuck her from below.”

I know he has the strength to keep it up, too. We work out together several times a week. That man lives to make his partners feel good and strength is a big part of that. Miles lifts Sophie’s ass and slides them both toward the edge of the couch to give himself leverage. Then with one last glance up at me, his eyes pausing on my cock, he thrusts. Sophie cries out, her head thrown back. While Miles continues, I run a hand over her hair and turn her head toward me as she whimpers.

“Brody says suck my cock, sweetheart.”

Without hesitation, Sophie leans to the side and takes me into her mouth. I keep my hand on her head, trying to allow her to control her movements, but I can tell her neck is getting tired from the awkward angle. Even standing as close to Miles as possible, my leg against his arm, it’s not enough. I take over, tangling my fingers in her hair, making her choke and gag and sputter when I pull all the way out.

“Fuck,” I breathe, my voice cracking, high pitched and full of need. “Fuck, that’s it. Sophie, you’re so good to me. So fucking good. Good to both of us. Our good fucking girl.”Our? Yeah, ok,ourgood fucking girl.

“So fucking good,” Miles agrees. His words are strained. “Brody, man, I-” He cuts himself off with a grunt.

“You ready to fill her up?” I growl.

“Yes, man, fuck!”

I have to chuckle at that reaction as I pull Sophie toward me, making her take as much of my length as she can. Her eyes shoot up to mine.

“What do you think?” I ask as she gags. “Should we let him fill your cunt?” I pull her mouth off of me and she sputters, gasping for air.

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