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He moaned louder.

I moaned louder. Greg moaned back.

Lenny began to moan.

I came hard…and again…and again. I groaned, my mouth full of Greg’s throbbing cock. Greg exploded into my throat, his hips against my face.

Lenny moaned, I let Greg’s cock fall from my mouth, and licked the tip. I looked up. Greg buried his face into Lenny’s crotch. Lenny’s hips worked back and forth, and stopped, his entire cock buried deep in Greg’s mouth.

Lenny moaned and pulled his cock from Greg’s mouth. From my vantage point, I could see it all. It was as if it happened in slow motion. Lenny, his cock now free from Greg’s mouth, was in his hand. Greg opened his eyes and mouth at the same time. He began to speak.

And Lenny erupted.

Erupted.

Just like John.

Fuck yes, this is fucking awesomesauce.

The cum shot from Lenny’s tip in spurts, the first hitting Greg in the mouth and lips. Greg rocked back on his knees. The second and third covered his face and eyes. Greg teetered back forward, and opened his mouth again.

And Lenny filled it. With his hands on each side of Greg’s head, Lenny buried his cock into Lenny’s mouth until his balls were on Greg’s chin. Greg closed his eyes. Lenny looked down and smiled. I looked up and winked.

Lenny winked back.

I pulled my finger from Greg’s ass and skid out from under him.

Lenny slowly removed his cock from Greg’s mouth. Greg looked up, his face covered in Lenny’s cum. Lenny shrugged his shoulders. Greg began to wipe the cum from his face with his fingers. He gazed at his fingers. He appeared to be in shock.

Christy Cross is Boss.

“Eat it, Greg,” I screamed.

Greg and Lenny both rotated toward me. Greg slowly turned and looked up at Lenny, his hand covered in cum.

“Don’t look at him you twat, look at me. I’m running this shit show. Eat it. Make me proud of you, you little bitch. Eat it,” I bellowed in as deep of a tone as I could muster.

Greg closed his eyes, opened his mouth, and stuck out his tongue. His tongue met the cum on his fingers, and he began to lick them until they appeared to be clean. Lenny looked at me - I shrugged my shoulders and winked. Lenny winked back.

“Suck them clean, Greg,” I demanded.

Greg stuck his fingers in his mouth one at a time, and sucked them clean of the Lenny’s sticky offering.

I walked to my pile of clothes, and put on my shorts. I pulled my shirt over my head, slid on my shoes, and grabbed my back pack.

“What? Where? What are you doing?” Greg said as he stood up.

“Listen, I have a few things I have to do. Greg, you’re coming with me. Lenny, you can come too - or not - I really don’t care. It’s going to take an hour tops. But Greg, you’re coming with me, you understand?” I shouted.

“What are we going to …” Greg whimpered.

“Shut up, you pathetic little bitch. Get up and get dressed,” I demanded.

“Hey don’t talk to me that way,” Greg barked back. “It was an accident, I didn’t mean to…”

“What, swallow? Dude, shut up. I don’t know how many cocks you’ve sucked. I have no idea - but I know this - that wasn’t your first. No God damned way,” I said, staring him in the eye.

He looked at Lenny.

Lenny shook his head.

“See?” I said.

“Now get dressed, we gotta go.”

“Oh, and don’t wash that taste out of your mouth either. You can do that later. When you’re done,” I added.

Christy Cross is Boss.

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