Here’s the second threesome of the mgoc story — it’s more spontaneous than the other one. As before, this contains some DD/lg.

Mason was only too happy to do so, lifting himself just enough off the couch to get his shorts down. Jessica took hold of him, her hand warm, and he expanded in her grip. There was enough room for Cee to add her small hand as well, thin fingers not quite reaching all the way around, and together they stroked him slowly. 

“Fuck,” he murmured. “How are you two so hot?” 

Jessica giggled. “You’re the hot one.” 

“Agree to disagree.” Mason knew he wasn’t ugly or anything, but he didn’t see himself as anything special. 

“Oh, I’m not agreeing to that,” Cee said. She bent her head and Jessica took hold of the base of his cock so Cee could take him into her mouth. Her thin lips stretched around him as she swallowed him down; it took time, but she could deep-throat him if she was careful, something Jessica had never quite managed to do. But then, Jessica’s mouth was smaller. 

Still, no matter which of his partners had him in her mouth, Mason knew he was going to be subjected to something intensely pleasurable. Cee sucked his cock gently, moving her mouth up and down his length as Jessica shifted her hand downward, cupping his balls. He let out a soft moan, one that intensified as Jessica slipped off the couch to kneel beside Cee. Cee pulled away, allowing Jessica to suck on him; her blow jobs were wetter and sloppier, full of [wet] sucking noises, and when she paused for breath a string of saliva snapped and landed on her chin. She wiped it away with the back of her hand. “You’re always so hard after you spank one of us.” 

“Or both of you.” 

“Or both of us,” Jessica agreed. “Lie down, Daddy.” 

Mason did as he was told – – he was the Daddy, but sometimes his little girl had good ideas – – and Jessica started to suck him again even as Cee [climbed/echo] onto the couch and swung her leg over Mason’s face. She was facing away from him, though, which was different from last night; he took hold of her crimson backside, spread her open, and flicked his tongue over her opening. 

Cee squeaked with surprise, but it wasn’t as if Mason had never done this before. She nestled in place on his face as he worked his tongue into her backside, her muscles tight where they gripped him. He couldn’t see anything but her ass at this point – – not a complaint – – but he imagined she had her eyes shut tight, holding onto the back of the couch; when he fucked her ass, whether it was with fingers, tongue, or cock, she was always a little overwhelmed. 

But then, so was he; Jessica was bobbing her head faster now, slurping and sucking and gulping, one hand around the base of his cock so she wouldn’t accidentally go too deep, and the other cradling his balls. It was the usual way she went down on him, although he knew that calling it “usual” was an insult to how wonderful it felt.

Partner 1 recently asked me how I can write erotica while at work without getting distracted. The answer: mostly through practice. I’ve been writing erotica for a long time and while I do write scenes that turn me on (and I did get hard writing this scene) I’m pretty good at controlling my physical reactions. And, of course, if I do get hard, I don’t get up from my desk until it goes away.