The Game ... First Time Sex: Part 7 Busted (rev 1)

My lips open slightly as I catch myself staring intensely at Marcus as he gets sucked off. I pull my heels up and put them on the edge of my seat, spread my knees a part, and press them against the arms of the chair. My elbows are supported by my knees as I cradle my chin in the base of my palms.

I am hypnotized as I become fixated on Donna’s mouth. With Marcus’ dick in it, it is fully circular as she slowly works her lips up and down, and then she repeats it faster and faster. Usually, I see Donna suck Marcus at night, and since I am so totally absorbed with Tonya's love, I miss the details. The details that I see across the room are better than any fantasy that I could construct in my mind.

If Donna hadn’t already sucked me off, I think I would have cum as I watch them. I am getting hard again. Donna doesn’t do anything else but go up and down with varying speeds. I see her lips clamping solidly as she gets to the top of his dick. Then she moves down to plant her nose into his hair while moving her tongue up and down the front of his dick. As with me, Marcus doesn’t delay his climax, yet he doesn’t force it either. He simply lies back and allows himself the luxury of cumming naturally.

Minutes and minutes go by. I keep my hard on. Marcus’ hoodie is still pulled up around his neck, and he’s naked from his neck down to his Nike’s. Donna lies long ways on my bed and perpendicular to his side. While she sucks his dick, she moves one hand under his balls caressing them with her fingers, and then she moves her body between his legs never stopping her tongue while it follows a path up and down the front of his pink meat.

Gradually, Marcus’ pelvis moves upward so very slightly. His calves tense, his knees bend, and his heels stretch outward with his toes pointed back to his shoulders. With his hands still clasped behind his head, his elbows flex inward. Marcus is cumming soon.

Donna’s eyes are closed as her tongue swirls around Marcus’ dick. Marcus’ peers through his squinting eyes to watch Donna. He tightens and tenses his Kegel muscle. His knees lock in a slightly bent position and his back arches. Donna pulls her lips up to the head of his dick, and I see the shaft of Marcus’s dick pulsing and pumping cum upward into her mouth. I see the cum wave as it is pumped to the top of his dick and into Donna's mouth. At the same time, Marcus feels tingling from his heels all the way up to the hairs on his scalp. As his body numbs with the sensation of a million fingers caressing every inch of his skin, he pumps cum into Donna's open mouth.

He twitches with each shot of hot cum shooting upward between Donna’s lips that are clamped solidly around his dick. He elbows flex in and out as he continues clasping his fingers together behind his head. Then she moves down to the base of his dick and then back upward with a slight sucking to vacuum all of his cum down her throat. After a few more thrusts, Donna has all of my cum and Marcus’ cum inside of her. I am tingling as I see her add the finishing slow motions up and down Marcus’ dick.

About 30 seconds after his last load of cum is shot, Donna pulls off. Marcus opens his eyes and releases his clasped hands from behind his head. Donna kisses him deeply, and Marcus reaches out and holds the back of her head pressing his lips to hers. He doesn’t let her go. He opens his mouth and swirls his tongue inside her mouth. Then they move their tongues together kissing and kissing. It seems to go on for a long time.

My chin is still cradled in the base of my palms and my elbows are balanced on my knees as I slowly come out of my mesmerized state. I am surprisingly flushed with sensation. Donna pulls Marcus’ hoodie down his chest, and he looks my way.

Marcus asks me, “You want to go again?”

“Again?” I try to act innocent. “OK, I’m busted." I know now for sure that Marcus figured out that Donna had sucked me before he came over.

“Again?” Donna asks Marcus playfully, “Hey, are you offering my services or yours?”

“Yours,” he laughs.

I intercede, “I’m not a cums-twice-a-night guy like you.”

“You sure look like you’re ready. Didn't Donna finish you?” Marcus points at my hard on showing through my pants.

"Believe me, he finished," she insisted. Looking at me she offered, "Unless you want to go again."

“I better not. I want to be ready for Tonya tomorrow night,” I say cautiously. I wonder if I could cum twice. Although I’m as flushed with desire as when Donna started sucking me, this won’t be the day to find out. If I had wanted, Donna would have sucked me again, but cumming once a day is enough for me. The first year with Donna, we did it twice a day on a few occasions, but the second time in one day is just not as good at the first, so, to use an old cliché, I would rather have steak once a day than bologna twice.

“So are you guys going to tell me what else I missed, or is it on a need-to-know basis?” Marcus takes the offensive in a mock display of disgust.

“It’s on a need-to-know basis, but you earned the right to know,” Donna says without being defensive. “You're caught up on the sucking part, but there is one more thing to discuss.”

Now that’s Donna. She doesn’t have a deceitful or calculating bone in her body. She is truthful, straightforward, and frank as well as being the best fucking instructor a teenager could ever dream about. Even if Marcus hadn’t shown up and caught us after the fact, I’m sure Donna would have told him anyway. She just wanted to run it by me first.

Donna unlaces Marcus’ sneakers and pulls them gently off his feet, so that she can help him put his pants on. It looks like she is dressing a pre-school kid. I like watching this. Marcus plays along submissively and allows himself to be dressed. Then she holds his pants and lets him step into one leg and then the other. She pulls them up to his waist and tucks his shirt in. He laughs and pulls it out. He sits on the side of my bed, and Donna lifts one foot and then the other and massages his sock feet. Then, she slips in his sneakers back on his feet. She ties his laces and caresses his ankles. Marcus reaches his arms out and hugs her. Damn, I miss Tonya as I watch them.

After the erotic dressing ritual, Marcus whispers, “So, do I have the right to know now or later?”

Donna answers, “Now.” She continues in a quiet voice, “Okay, it’s simple. My aunt, uncle, and cousin are staying at our house a couple of nights next week. It’s my cousin that I told you about,” she said.

“Yep. He was your first, so what?” Marcus said undaunted by the competition.

“Truthfully, I was afraid to let you know, so I stopped here first to talk it over,” she continued and kissed Marcus again.

“It’s OK. I understand," he said so sweetly. "Do what you have to, or do what you want. Just make sure you are ready for me the night after he leaves,” Marcus said matter-of-factly. "You are mine."

Gawd, that's just about what he said in my wild dream that I had at Thanksgiving. So I was dreaming reality, not distorting it. Did I tell him that from my dream, or did he just say it? Marcus loves her, but he is either too naive to be concerned or too confident to be jealous, or maybe he just thinks he has to share someone as perfect as Donna every once in a while.

No, he doesn't have to share her. It's Donna's choice, and he loves her enough to let her do what she wants. He's earned her loyalty, but having sex for Donna isn't a loyalty issue. Donna grew up with sex, and she can have sex with one person while being in love with another. In any case, Marcus is being very tolerant. Geezus, this guy is one surprising dude.

“I’m not sure what will happen when I see him,” she stated honestly.

“What do you want to do?” asks Marcus.

Damn, is this dialog coming from Marcus? Have I been underestimating him? Is he aware of Donna’s dilemma but has no preconceived worries about their relationship? Is it because he is naïve or is it because he is confident? Maybe he is both? I sat quietly. This is between Marcus and Donna at this point, but that damn little batch is holding his own. Seeing his response now, I am sure Donna could have told him upfront without consulting me. He’s taking it better than I think I would.

“Before you arrived, we decided that I will simply be unavailable from Tuesday until Thursday night because I have relatives visiting,” she said.

Marcus continued his mild sparring, "We? Ok, I understand. Were you guys plotting my destiny or my doom."

I interrupted, “Now don't get dramatic on us. You were doing well. And my advice is for us to get together on Thursday night after her relatives leave. Donna doesn’t need to tell anyone what she did during her relatives' visit.”

“I agree. I’m not interfering as long as you are with me Thursday night,” said Marcus once again showing uncharacteristic maturity and confidence far beyond his age and experience. Damn, I know I have been underestimating him. There is nothing like a little pussy to bring out the territorial rights in a guy, and there’s nothing like falling in love to bring out the confidence to protect that territory.

“If he stays through the holidays, I’m going to tell him he can’t fuck you,” Marcus says as he mounts his horse and looks for a joust to crush his foe.

OK. Here’s Marcus still in middle school, and he is planning to tell a guy in the army that he can’t fuck his girlfriend. Ok, sounds like a plan to me. I hope I can glue him back together if it gets physical.

“My knight in shining armor,” Donna laughs. “Your chivalry shall be rewarded amply.” Donna curtseys.

Marcus lightens up, “My damsel in distress. I pledge to fight off my foe and seal your love for me.”

I am thinking of Peter Pan swashbuckling Captain Hook rather than Sir Lancelot jousting King Arthur.

“Great. At least that’s resolved,” I said. “You better get rid of Donnie by Thursday or risk Marcus’ lance through Donnie’s heart,” I laughed.

Marcus corrected me, "I was thinking of aiming a little lower."

"Ok, my knights of the round table, let's not go to war without just cause. My heart lies with you, so I am sure you are my champions," Donna says grabs Marcus.

“Okay, but how about you getting sucked off before I arrived?” he goaded me.

“What gave it away?” I laugh as if I didn’t know. Now this could be a war between King Arthur and Lancelot for the pussy of Guinevere, but I love Tonya, so Marcus has no competition from me.

“I don’t have to be Sherlock Holmes to figure that one out. First, you’re in your underwear coming down the stairs from your bedroom. Next, we go to your bedroom, and your school clothes are piled in front of your bathroom door. You are in such a rush to hide the evidence that you throw your shoes in the hamper with your clothes. Added to that, a towel is on the floor next to your bed, and most importantly …” Marcus hesitated as if waiting for a drum roll.

Donna was amused. With an arched eyebrow she asked, “What was the most important giveaway my chivalrous knight?”

“You are wearing pants when you opened the door. It’s the time of month when you give up your skirt,” Marcus said triumphantly pointing to Donna.

“Busted,” I laughed.

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