As I closed the truck door behind me, I nearly jogged toward the front door of the house. I went inside, through the living room, and down the hall to the guest room to grab a blanket off the bed. I speed-walked back through the house, leaving the front door slightly ajar, and back to the truck. I opened the driver’s door and got back in, awkwardly wrestling with the blanket. After closing the door, I turned to look back, and Patrick was holding Kay in the exact same position, except he was slowly moving his hips, just barely pulling his dick out of her, and thrusting it back into her a little faster than it came out. I started to feed the blanket back to Alyssa, who held her hands out for it. “Leave it up front,” Patrick said, interrupting us. So I pulled it back up and piled it up in the passenger seat.

After I laid the blanket down, I turned back to watch Patrick’s big dick sliding in and out of Kay. She was moaning lightly and breathing just like before. I looked up to see her face. Patrick loosened his grip below her neck a bit, and Kay took her eyes off me to look down. She lifted her arm that became free when he loosened his grip, and she grabbed his hand with hers. It was the first time I’d really noticed, but his hands were much bigger than mine as well. She pushed his hand up toward her mouth, opened her mount and wrapped her lips around his thumb again. As she did that, Patrick loosened the hold he had with his other arm, and Kay started to somewhat take over, lifting herself up, and sitting back down onto him.

My eyes moved back down to watch him penetrate her. Everything between their legs was soaking wet. I just stared, entranced by it all. She looked so good with a nice dick filling her up. I had to admit to myself…she looked good with his dick in her. I was going crazy with mixed emotion and sexual frustration of my own. As I stared, I really did wish I could fuck her. I wanted to be him. My dick was harder than ever, and the most likely outcome is that it would see no action. My balls started to ache, thinking about how incredible she would feel on me right now. But, that felt selfish. She wanted Patrick. She wanted a man who could toss her around some and dominate her in a way that I couldn’t. And I wanted her to have it, more than I wanted pleasure for myself.

As the stain on my back seat grew, so did the sounds coming from Kay. I must have been sitting there for five or six minutes. First watching Patrick hold her and force his way deep into her, and then watching her take over and ride him. Alyssa was mostly quiet. Her and I both watched, occasionally looking at each other. I think she was just as interested in how I would react to everything as she was Patrick, so a few times I caught her studying my face. I had started rubbing myself through my pants at a medium pace. When Kay finally stopped to take a break, Alyssa decided to involve herself again.

“Is he allowed to touch himself while he watches?” she asked Kay. She smirked and threw me a look like she knew she was going to get me in trouble. Kay, however, was in her own world. She didn’t respond right away. She sat there breathing and moving her hips slowly from side to side. I stopped rubbing myself and sat up in my seat, anticipating that Kay or Patrick would tell me to stop, or to turn around. After a few seconds passed, I thought I was going to get a pass. I moved my hand back to my dick and started to rub it again, watching Kays hips move. Patrick finally spoke up. “Go inside, little bitch,” he said. I sat there for a few seconds, not wanting to leave. Kay looked at me for a second, waiting for me to move. I looked back at her, begging with my eyes to let me stay. “Go! You fucking bitch!” she yelled.

It felt like such a long night already. Though I knew it was nowhere close to over. At least we were almost back to my place, where I wouldn’t have to worry about any more embarrassment. I was as anxious as I’d ever been, and there’s no telling how many beats my heart had skipped. Something about hearing Kay calling me a bitch, telling me his dick was bigger…while it was inside her. And the fact that she did everything he said, it was incredibly hot.

I was starting to get over my feelings about Patrick. Honestly, I just wanted Kay to have a great time. And she was. I mean, he was the biggest ass hole I’d ever met, probably. But I’m also certain he was playing it up because of the situation. I tried to put myself in his shoes. To him, I looked weak and pathetic. This wasn’t me, really. But when Kay wanted something, I couldn’t tell her no. In any case, I was starting to feel weak and pathetic. I couldn’t blame him for seeing me that way. I’d acted that way all night. It didn’t matter though, this was about Kay and me. I knew she would involve me. She always did. She made me feel loved, secure. I knew I could trust her to include me later and we would have an amazing time looking back on this.

I listened to her heavy breaths, grunts, and moans as I drove the home stretch. I couldn’t look. I’d been told multiple times not to. I heard kissing behind me as well, but Kay’s head was still next to my arm, so I knew it was Alyssa and Patrick. I think I heard Alyssa moan a couple of times, lightly. Maybe she was getting rubbed? Fingered? Or maybe she was just turned on by watching, and getting into the kissing.

As I finally turned onto my road, Kay laid her head over onto my arm. I felt her moving back and forth still. I drove slowly the half-mile down my road and when I slowed down to turn into my driveway, Kay slowed down as well. I usually pull past a bit and back in, but I didn’t want to get yelled at for looking back, so I pulled in straight. As I made the turn, they stopped. Kay was still breathing heavily. I felt her move back and lift her head up as she must have been sitting back against him. Her and Patrick both moaned a little at the same time before Patrick said, “Fuck that feels good.” Kay laughed seductively. “Does it?” she asked. “Slap!” I heard behind me, followed by a brief squeal and a giggle from Kay.

I stopped in front of the garage and lifted the shifter up into park, still keeping my eyes ahead. “Damn, bitch boy, this all you?” Patrick asked, looking around and referring to my property. “Yep,” I replied. Alyssa started digging around for her purse and things, preparing to open her door. Kay and Patrick didn’t move. “So that’s why you date him,” Patrick said to Kay. She laughed just a bit and replied, “No, hes pretty awesome.” Patrick replied to her sarcastically, “Mmhm…” Kay said, “Shut up, he’s a good guy. He takes good care of me,” reaching out as she said it to lay a hand on my arm. She rubbed down my arm and let her hand fall back to her side.

“Ugh,” I thought to myself. Just when I thought I could be okay with him, he began to turn into a mega dick. Patrick laughed and then mocked her, “He’s a good guy,” he said, mimicking her tone. He continued, “…and with my dick in you.” I felt myself getting frustrated. I looked in the mirror to shoot him a dirty look, or to see what Kay’s face was doing. When I did, I saw him grab her, wrapping his arms around her torso. He pulled her body back into his so they were both leaned back against the seat. “Turn around now, bitch boy.” As I did, he reached up and flipped on the overhead light.

For the first time, I could see Kay’s bare legs, leading up to her naked bottom half. Her legs were barely apart, but her back was arched out away from him to keep from letting him slip out. I could see just a little bit of her vagina peeking out from underneath, but I could clearly see that it was being spread open by his dick. I saw just the very base of his dick, maybe a half-inch of it. It was completely wet. Below it, I saw his balls hanging down, resting on my back seat, Kay’s wetness running down them and making a spot on the fabric.

My eyes lingered for a few seconds on the sight of him inside of her. As I pulled them back up to see what he wanted, he moved one hand to her neck and pulled her even tighter into him, using her collar bone to secure her. “Look,” he said to me sternly, making direct eye contact. I let my eyes fall back down to between their legs. He pulled his hips back a bit, causing his dick to pull out of her about an inch, and then he thrusted it back into her all the way, with a little bit of force. Kay squealed and her eyes rolled back briefly. As they recovered, she blinked twice quickly and her eyes locked with mine.

“Tell him to take care of you,” Patrick ordered. “Take care of me, bitch!” Kay said, doing exactly as she was told, and looking me in the eyes. “No,” Patrick said, “make him go get you something.” Kay stared at me, now knowing what he wanted from her. “A blanket,” Patrick said. “You hear that, bitch? Go get me a blanket!” she said. “Okay,” I said sheepishly. “That’s yes ma’am, and yes sir when you answer us,” he barked at me. “Y..yes sir,” I said as I turned around. “And leave the truck running,” he said.

“Mm, put in in,” Kay repeated. She was leaned forward onto the center console, resting on her elbows. I could almost feel the heat off her breath when she spoke. “Don’t do it,” Patrick said to Alyssa. Kay whimpered lightly next to me, letting us all know how badly she wanted Patrick inside her. I felt her hair brush my arm as she turned around to look over her should at Patrick and Alyssa. “Why not, baby?” she asked Patrick.

My desire to look behind me was burning. I tried to hard to fight it, but after hearing Kay whimper again, I couldn’t resist. I swung my head around to see Kay sitting down on Patrick’s lap, grinding back and forth. Patrick was reaching up with his right arm. I couldn’t see Kay’s face because she was turned away from me, but I could tell that her mouth was closed around his thumb. I turned away to look back at the road just as Patrick said in a very serious tone, “Tell your little bitch not to look back here again.” I heard Kay’s head whip around. “Keep your fucking eyes on the road!” she barked at me. “Sorry,” I said.

As Patrick started to chuckle, Kay twisted her head to my arm, opened her mouth, and bit down on my arm through the sleeve of my hoodie. She didn’t bite hard. It seemed to be just out of sexual frustration. As she held on, she moaned deeply for every bit of two full seconds. She released her bite and pleaded, “Fuck me baby.” Patrick, done chuckling at me, prompted her, “Who are you talking to?” Kay replied, “You!” Patrick prompted again, “You, who?” “Patrick!” Kay responded. He pressed further, “Patrick what?”

Kay laughed lightly through an exhale. “Please fuck me, Patrick!” she pleaded. Alyssa chimed in as well. “You fucking tease!” she said, playfully. Patrick didn’t stop there. “What does your boyfriend want?” he asked. Kay replied, “He wants you to FUCK me,” raising her voice a bit. “Why though?” Patrick asked. “Because he likes it,” she replied. “He’s a cuck,” Alyssa added. “Ahh,” Patrick said, “well maybe he should ask me then.”

Kay turned her head and bit my arm again, slightly harder than before, but still not hard enough to hurt me. It was my cue to do what Patrick wanted. I glanced in the mirror, and he was looking at me, waiting. I sighed a little through my nose. My dick was harder than ever. With my right arm, I reached down to put my hand on it. I looked back at the road. “Patrick, will you please fuck my girlfriend?” I asked, looking back into the mirror at him as the word “girlfriend” rolled off my tongue. He smiled. He didn’t respond to me directly. Instead he looked at Kay and said, “Call him a cuck.” Kay extended her neck and got up as close as she could to my ear. “You fucking cuck,” she said. “Tell him what you want me to do,” Patrick continued. Still talking into my ear, Kay obliged, “I want Patrick to fuck me, baby.”

“Baby!?” Patrick said. “Try again,” he said, “I’m baby. He’s bitch.” Kay did as she was told. “I want Patrick to fuck me, bitch.” Patrick chucked again. “I have questions for later,” he mumbled. Finally, as I felt Kay move away from my ear, I saw her move a couple of inches forward out of the corner of my eye. As she moved back, she let out a very heavy breath, whimpering lightly through it. I had never seen or heard her so desperate to be fucked. I tried to watch her, tilting my head ever so slightly so I could see her face in my peripheral vision. I was dark, and I couldn’t really see much. But I could see her come forward again, and then back. And again, forward, then back.

The third time, she squawked a little as she went all the way back and stopped. “Fuck, that’s big,” she said through an exhale, as if she’d been holding her breath. “Bigger than bitch boy?” Alyssa asked. “Fuck yes,” Kay replied. “I think we all knew that,” Patrick said, sounding as cocky as ever. “Tell him,” he said. Kay slowly moved back and forth a few more times, moaning softly, and then said to me, “Patrick has a bigger dick than you, bitch,” as she slid back down onto it. I didn’t respond, just kept my eyes on the road. “You’re so fucking wet!” Patrick said through a chuckle.

The song they intended to fuck to had come to a close, and the next song was coming on. In the few seconds of quiet time in between, the sounds of Kay breathing right beside me, and Patrick breathing behind me, were all I heard. The next song had a slow intro, but ramped up pretty quickly to a heavy guitar riff. I heard them pick up their pace, and Kay started really getting into it. “Uh, uh, uh, fuck me Patrick,” she pleaded for me to hear, as she dropped her head down, hanging it between her hands.

I lifted my right hand, which had been lightly rubbing my dick, and placed it on her head. As I felt her head bounce back and forth a bit, I tried to run my fingers through her hair, from the top of her head down to the back of her neck. I couldn’t quite reach back that far. She turned her head toward me, looking up at me from under my arm. I looked down at her beautiful face. “You wish you could fuck her?” Patrick asked me. “Yes,” I replied as I looked back at the road. I was afraid he was going to be annoyed by me looking back at her like that, so I pulled my arm back to my side quickly as well. “I think she needs to hear it,” He said.

I glanced at Patrick in the mirror briefly. He wasn’t looking at me. I picked my arm back up so I could see Kay’s eyes again. “I wish I could fuck you,” I said, looking into her eyes. I waited a few seconds for Patrick to prompt Kay with a response, but he never did. I think Kay was expecting it too. Looking back at the road, I brought my right arm back down and grabbed my dick again through my pants. Kay was still making little noises. Moans and heavy breaths. She lifted her head back up and I could see it moving back and forth again while I tried to focus on the road. “Mmm,” she moaned, before finally speaking. “Keep on wishing, bitch.”