Room For One More update

Beca held her breath as she watched. It barely counted as voyeurism now. She was standing there in the open, deliberately watching Stacie fuck, with Stacie knowing she was there, challenging her to do more than observe.

Benji’s cockhead swelled out of his foreskin, its opening glistening wetly with precum. Reaching behind herself, Stacie ran her forefinger along the underside of his cock, up off its tip, fingertip pointing at Beca in offering. Then she slipped the finger into her mouth, mewling as she tasted it.

“Fuck me, Benji,” Stacie told Benji, pressing her groin hard against his belly. “Don’t leave it outside me. It’s nice and warm in here…”

Stacie got up, facing Beca, her back to Benji, and started giving him a lapdance—pulling her skirt up to her waist to rub her succulent ass against his erection, while tugging the crotch of her panties aside to expose her pink wetness to Beca. The only thing that could pull Beca’s eyes away from Stacie’s obvious arousal was feeling Stacie’s own eyes on her; she looked up to see Stacie licking her lips suggestively.

Beca wanted to go to her. She didn’t know what she wanted more then, to spread her legs and get Stacie’s tongue between them or to go between Stacie’s thighs herself, devouring her as she fucked Benji. It hardly mattered, she only wanted to be part of it. But she remained where she was. Just watching.

Exactly as Stacie wanted her to, she could see every detail as Stacie took Benji’s cockhead between her swollen lips, her labia closing around his plunging shaft with obvious tightness. Slowly, Stacie settled downward into Benji’s lap, stretching and filling herself with his cock. Beca could see her sugary cunt lips stretched taut by his throbbing erection, and wondered if Stacie could take a prick that was even a hair bigger. 

Beca was overcome by the sight of them fucking. She could see Benji’s manhood throbbing by the slight portion that wasn’t buried inside Stacie’s pussy. She could make out Benji’s balls inside his fly, their heft distending the crotch of his pants. And as Stacie rocked slightly on that enormous intrusion that had been made into her sex, Beca was able to do slightly more than watch. She was able to give Stacie something to see as well—to join in on the exhibitionism, if not in the sex.

She lifted up her dress, feeling the sudden cool of air on her bare skin, and the sudden heat of Stacie’s gaze on it as well. As her dress came over her panties, she shoved a hand down into them, touching her wet cunt. Stacie slowly twisted her hips as she watched, pleasuring herself on Benji’s prick. Beca watched it being sucked deep inside of Stacie, the muscles of Stacie’s loins roiling as they massaged him. His length glistened with Stacie’s dampness as she came up off of it, and then her cuntlips gripped and suckled his cock as she lowered her hips down on him again. And all while Stacie gazed between Beca’s thighs, enjoying the sight of her own pussy, tongue licking about her lips as she imagined the taste of it.

She’s such a slut, Beca thought to herself, her cunt getting warmer and warmer under Stacie’s gaze. It’s not enough to have that fat cock fucking her. She needs my pussy too…

“You like my business, Benji?” Stacie cooed as she whipped herself up and down on Benji’s erection. “You like getting your cock deep and hard in my girl business?”

Benji replied in a garble of husky words, but it was obvious he was in ecstasy.

“Yeah,” Stacie mewled. “You know what to do with my cunt. You know you’ve gotta put your junk right through it!”

She put all her weight on Benji’s lap, her knees bending as she squatted down, then straightening. Stacie was soon pumping herself up and down in a fast-paced pistoning on Benji’s cock. She kept her skirt high, her panties pulled aside so it was easy for Beca to watch. Her pussy churned on Benji’s prick as she squealed with pleasure, almost as loud as the moist sounds her cunt made as it accepted Benji into it again and again. Stacie fucked her tightly clasped pussy from the top of Benji’s cock to the bottom, groaning with ecstasy every time she plunged down on it, the muscles of her slender thighs working gloriously to keep her flying over Benji’s erection. Beca gasped, her desire boiling as she watched Stacie’s pussy devour Benji.

“You’re gonna make me come!” Benji cried, driving his hips up into Stacie’s more-than-receptive cunt. “I’m gonna—“

“Come, Benji!” Stacie urged, her little ass slapping moistly against his groin. “Don’t waste it on jerking off! I wanna be your spank bank! Make my cunt your spank bank!”

“God, Stacie, Stacie!” Benji shouted, wrapping his arms around Stacie’s waist and hugging her tight as he exploded inside her. 

“Oh fuck!” Stacie groaned, feeling him come inside her, her lower belly rippling as it accepted his semen. Beca could see Stacie clench up, muscles tensing as she joined Benji in orgasm, her eyes rolling back in her head for a long, gritted-teeth beat. Then Benji grunted, finished, his chin on her shoulder, and a long ribbon of his cum spooled out of Stacie’s cunt, testament to how full it now was.

“Yeah…” Stacie breathed, utterly satisfied as she turned to face Benji and kissed him on the cheek. “That’s what you whack off to from now on. From now on, I want every last drop of semen from you to have my name on it.”

“And what about you?” Benji sounded abashed, but hopeful. “What are you going to wha, whack off to?”

“I don’t masturbate, silly,” Stacie said, caressing his cheek. “I’ll just get you to fuck me again. Or Beca. She would like to fuck me, wouldn’t you Beca?”

As Stacie slipped off of Benji, he noticed Beca for the first time. Yelping, he grabbed up the comforter to draw over his lap. His face turned bright red and Stacie giggled softly as she sat back down on the comforter he was pulling in front of him, her weight drawing it taut and pulling it away from his crotch in a tug of war.

“Beca! What are you doing here?”

“Yeah, Beca,” Stacie added. She drew her knees up to rest her chin on, letting Beca see the crotch of her misaligned panties and the fullness of her sweet, smooth thighs. “What are you doing here?”

Her legs weak, Beca sat down on a nearby folding chair. Her pussy was pulsing with liquid warmth, every movement of her thighs putting enough pressure on it to make her feel like she was coming. “Not fucking the shit out of Stacie. Clearly, that’s your job.”

“Not a, hey, not a job per se…” Unable to pull the comforter fully over his groin without unseating Stacie, Benji instead shuffled sideways to place himself over it. It pressed him into Stacie’s side and she put an arm around him, playing with his hair as he continued fumbling about. “More of like a hobby? Like trying new things?”

“I hope you’re not mad, Beca,” Stacie said, grinning. “My pussy’s going to taste like Benji for a while.”

Beca laughed—a low, throaty sound. “That might not be so bad. Depending on how he tastes.”

“I’m trying to find that out myself.” Stacie giggled a little. “I was going to have him come in my face, but his cock in my pussy just felt so good. You should try it. My pussy’s cool and all, but it can wait. I don’t know how long this prick is going to go unattended before someone jumps on it. Fuck, even Aubrey would want a ride on this hog.”

Benji moaned softly and covered his face with his arms, not able to deal with any further embarrassment. 

“Stop acting so shy!” Stacie admonished him, tittering over it none the less. She started tickling him. “Beca knows you’re packing a Howitzer. No point in trying to pretend to be a pacifist now!”

Benji rolled onto his back, trying to get away from Stacie’s tickling fingers. It exposed his flopping prick and he tried to cover it again, but Stacie grabbed at his wrists.

“She’s right,” Beca said, coming forward to settle her hands on Benji’s knees, keeping him from twisting his hips to keep his cock away from her. With Stacie handling his arms and Beca holding his legs, he was completely exposed. “I’ve seen pretty much everything. Except your balls.”

“You should see his balls,” Stacie said immediately. She let go of Benji, sensing him no longer struggling, becoming comfortable with Beca’s stark examination of his member. “They’re huge. It’s no wonder his cumshot left my beav feeling like a sloppy joe.”

“Do you just try to turn people asexual?” Beca asked, letting go of Benji as well and sitting down on the other side of him. “Then again, I guess there isn’t any nice way of describing what a monster cock like that does to a pussy.”

“No, it’s not nice at all,” Stacie agreed. “But that shit is what I’d close my eyes and think of while I was getting railed by a horse.”

“Maybe you should stop talking and get a mouthful of that dick. I’d like to know how a connoisseur thinks it does on a taste test.”

Stacie frowned. “I’m not French.”

“Just suck, chica. And if there’s any leftovers, I’d love for you to share.”