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I returned to the table, my family unaware I had just sucked off Jake Jones, my son's bully, in the restaurant bathroom. I was totally prepared to blame my long absence on fake stomach pains, but just as Jake predicted my family barely noticed I was gone. The chili dog I had ordered was almost cold, but I didn't care. Eating it reminded me of a certain someone.
I watched that someone at his booth, where he sat between two cheerleaders that fed him fries and openly fondled his crotch. He looked like a king. A conqueror. I longed to be over there, at my rightful place under his table. I snapped out of it and looked over at Billy and discovered that he too was looking at Jake's booth. He looked broken. The redhead that was on Jake's left, digging her tongue into his ear was Melanie Gates, a longtime crush of his. It hurt to see my son sad, especially since moments ago I was licking Melanie's juices off of Jake's cock.
After eating I paid the bill and we left. I tried to get another look at Jake, but he was preoccupied tongue kissing Melanie. Billy's eyes never left the floor.
The drive home was painfully quiet so I turned on the radio. Every song reminded me of Jake. My son was graduating high school tomorrow, and all I could think about was whether or not his bully was going to call me that night.
My prayers were answered when we got home and I received a text that said "Come over at 9." It was 8:30.
My heart raced. I put Lillian to bed and asked Billy what his plans were, as if I had any other than going to Jake's house. He told me that he was just going to bed. I told him to keep his chin up, and that I was going to go run some errands. I could have been more specific in my lie, but Billy was too indifferent to inquire further.
After giving myself a quick whore bath I texted Jake "On my way" and drove off, trying my hardest not to speed. When I arrived I got a "door's open" text.
I walk into the living room and see Jake in his chair, with Melanie in between his legs gobbling up his cock. I'm caught off guard, but insanely turned on, and a little bit amused.
"You remember Stanley Boy, right Melanie?" Jake asked.
Melanie stopped sucking and hocked a loogie on the tip.
"Hi, Mr. Burton!" she said with the same cadence she did when she'd come to my house to tutor my son. She did a quick wave and resumed sucking. I looked at Jake and saw the look of a satisfied man.
"I told Melanie what a good cock slut you are, Stanley. She got so jealous. Not just because I said you give her a run for her money, but because she's been wanting to fuck you for a long, long, time. Isn't that right, Mel?"
"mmglhpphh," she responded with a mouthful.
I couldn't believe it. This was getting crazier and crazier and I couldn't go back.
"I have an idea," Jake started. "Melanie, why don't you give your mouth a break. You're doing great, but your jaw could use a rest, and I think Stanley wants a turn. Isn't that right, boy?"
I nodded and wiped the drool from the side of my mouth. My mouth was wet and so was Jake's cock. It glistened with Melanie's spit and it called to me.
I was back where I belonged, on my knees for Jake and I swallowed his spit soaked cock instantly, hitting the back of my throat with a welcomed force. I gagged like the grateful slut I was. Melanie giggled with delight.
"I love watching you suck that cock, Mr. B. I didn't think I could get any wetter."
"Show him how wet you are," Jake commanded.
My hand was guided between her legs and sure enough, she was soaked. She kept my hand there, so I started circling with my fingers. She twitched with approval. Before I knew it my wet fingers were in her mouth and she sucked with great enthusiasm. My son's bully's cock in my mouth, my fingers in his crush's mouth. There goes my Father of the Year award.
Melanie's free hand found its way to my hard cock and began stroking it.
"Let's take this to the couch," Jake commanded. "Everyone, take your clothes off."
Melanie and I obeyed, almost racing to get naked.
Once we were nude Jake ordered me on my knees, hands behind my back. He and Melanie went to the couch and he was immediately inside her. Jake was right. She took it like a champ.
Watching Jake have sex was like watching a pro-athlete. He was so good he made you feel shameful. The confidence, swagger, control, was something out of the movies. But he was real. I wanted to stroke my aching cock as I watched him fuck but I was forbidden.
Melanie's moans echoed throughout the mini mansion and I was reminded and relieved that Jake's parents were still out of town.
"I'm gonna cum....I'm gonna...I'm gonna.." Melanie said.
"Do it." Jake encouraged. "Cum for me, Melanie."
She convulsed and the sounds of her wetness filled the room. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head and her nails dragged down Jake's muscular back.
"Good girl," Jake said under his breath. "You mind giving Stanley a taste?"
"Not at all," she answered with glee. Jake looked at me.
"You heard her, boy. Get over here."
Melanie, still laying on the couch, put her legs up. I was then guided between her legs and was told to clean her up.
It was delicious. A sinfully sweet combination of the two of them. If I pay the price for this later, at least I will have tasted this.
I was then awestruck by a familiar tingle. Jake was licking my ass! It was officially my first threesome!
Every time I would stop eating Melanie to moan Jake would immediately push my head back into her. How could he not expect me to moan when his anaconda tongue was probing me?
