Cuckets of Fun | Part 3

Joan took her time reveling in the smell of Meesh's cock, rubbing his scent into her cheeks and mouth, and occasionally burying her nose in his ballsack. Jerry swore he could see Meesh's shaft throb, the surface visibly swelling with Joan's squeezes, and then just like that she started sucking on it.

The chance to back out of Joan doing anything with Meesh had gone. She was officially and enthusiastically pleasuring this guy she just met, eyes closed not with strain, but with bliss. Did his cock feel that good in her mouth? Meesh purred and tustled her hair, his interest in keeping up small talk going away now that his cock was getting sucked.

Several minutes passed as both men watched this beautiful bunny service the thick meat in front of her. Despite himself, Jerry had been stroking his own modest cock-- not out of a yearning for pleasure, but because he didn't quite know what to do. He was pushed right up against Meesh's body, and his own dick was mere inches away from the action, but he felt unequivocally uninvolved.

The room wasn't completely silent, as Joan was moaning around Meesh's penis. But his voice made Jerry jump anyway.

"Hey man-- I think we could use a couple drinks. Whaddya think?"

It took a second for Jerry to find his voice. "Um. Uh, sure. I've got some beer..."

"What kind?" asked Meesh, as Joan slurped her way down another couple inches.

Jerry struggled to form the sentence in his mind. "It's... summer ale. I think."

"Perfect!" Meesh responded, giving Jerry's shoulder a squeeze. "Mind grabbing a couple? I'd grab them, but..." he gestured with a smirk down at Joan, who popped off his glans with a gasp, going back to stroking his shaft while taking another deep whiff of his balls.

"Yeah. Yeah, okay." Jerry woodenly stood up and stepped over his fiancée to make his way to the fridge. He pulled out a couple beers, and rummaged in a drawer for the opener. It was all he could do to complete this simple task, as he could barely think straight. All the while, despite the situation, his erection bobbed up in the air, as stiff as can be and steadily oozing pre.

A beer in each hand, he began his return to the couch, his mind racing to come up with some sort of macho thing to say, and maybe get involved in the action. But he saw that while he had retrieved the drinks, they had switched positions-- Joan lying on the couch, with Meesh hunched over her. He couldn't quite see past Meesh's body, but he knew where his cock was going next. He froze, and lost the ability to speak.

Joan let out a shivering moan as she took the thickest dick of her life. Jerry's cock jumped.