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iblewthewhistle · 6 years

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You should write Miles/Waylon/Lisa (with a strap on) double teaming and splitting Waylon after a suburban neighborhood cookout ends. 👿👿👿

It’s been so gloriously warm, Waylon was only too happy to help with the annual cookout, everyone together and cooking food for the whole cul-de-sac. He smiles as he watches Lisa carry Nick towards their home, lips pursed on a beer bottle.

He jerks as Miles throws an arm round him, holding a bottle in front of him. “Hey. We gotta have a quiet talk.” He doesn’t really ask, guiding Waylon after Lisa to their shared home.

Lisa is sat on their bed, brushing her dark hair out. Miles finally releases him and Waylon stumbles to the bed, laying at an awkward angle between Lisa and Miles.

Lisa’s nails stroke through his hair and Waylon basks in her attention for a moment, until a hand rests on his thigh.

“Wakey Wakey, Waylon. I want my fun with you and your lovely bride.”

Waylon looks up at his wife, mouth slightly parted. “You want this?”

A soft laugh, and a kiss to his lips. “Not as much as you do. But I can see the appeal…” Her hands move towards Miles, and she pulls him for a long kiss, nails digging into his shirt. Waylon lets out a noise and isn’t sure which of them he desires more. They break apart, and both observe him with lidded eyes.

“What do you want, Waylon?” Miles asks, shifting to lay alongside him. “Tell us.”

“Do what you want, Jesus…” He breathes, and Lisa pats Miles on his shoulder.

“Get him ready for me, then sit against the headboard.”

Miles moves from Waylon’s side to retrieve the box of toys hidden under the bed from small, prying hands. He only takes out the bottle of lubricant and, with a soft groan, kisses Waylon as eagerly as he kissed his wife.

Waylon is so lost in the pleasure he doesn’t notice his clothes being peeled from too warm skin, he doesn’t care that Lisa has let her hair down and is stalking back towards them. A hand strokes over her stomach, and Waylon suddenly notices.

It’s hard to miss the addition she’s wearing, a large, odd shaped cock hanging between her legs. Waylon squints, he doesn’t recognise this one. “New toy?”

“Miles thought you would enjoy it.” Lisa explains. “Relax, Way. Let us take care of everything.”

“Oh…” He practically melts as Miles’ fingers start to press into his entrance, slick and wet. Waylon bucks against the touch and Lisa is above him, kissing him deeply while Miles prepares him for her.

“Where do you want me?” Miles grins, as Waylon gasps against her mouth. “Against the headboard?”

“Good boy, you do listen…” She croons, nails raking through Waylon’s hair. “And you’re gonna put those pretty lips to good use.”

Waylon can only groan in response. Lisa keeps him upright until Miles is sat with his back against the headboard, pants undone and his shirt open.

“Suck.” She orders, and Waylon is released. He moves between Miles’ legs, hands wrapping around his thighs as his lips part hungrily. Lisa watches with a critical eye as she takes her time, lubricating the fake dick between her legs. “You two really are adorable together.” She sighs, and moves behind her husband, carefully guiding herself inside.

Waylon chokes as he misjudges himself, pulling back from Miles’ cock to take in air. “Lisa…” He whines, and Miles’ hands are on his shoulders, keeping him in place.

“No no no. You can take it. Just relax.” Miles watches as Lisa continues pressing into Waylon, a hand stroking along his jaw. “There you go, see? All inside. Taking her nice, big, dragon dick.”

Waylon can’t help but crack an eye at that, and Miles laughs. “Time to open up.”

Stretched out over their bed, Waylon grabs at the sheets as Lisa holds onto his waist, teasing him with steady, slow thrusts. He throws his head back and opens his mouth, allowing Miles to slide into him with almost no resistance.

Lisa groans aloud, her hands moving to hold onto his shoulders, pulling him back with each steady thrust. Miles is faster, using his mouth for his own pleasure, pulling out occasionally to watch him sputter and gag for air.

Waylon is a mess, already overheated and overstimulated from the teasing at the barbecue. He gulps a few times, and Miles hisses out a warning. Spittle and cum drip from his lips as Miles finally pushes past his reflex, and Waylon has to move a hand to push at his stomach, coughing as Miles comes on his face, falling to rest against his thighs, sticky but satisfied.

Lisa is still pounding into him relentlessly, a hand reaching around to gently stroke at his own hard, aching cock. She presses into him fully, and Waylon bites against Miles’ thigh to stop himself from screaming aloud as he comes into Lisa’s hand.

She lets out a groan and pulls herself onto the bed alongside the pair of them, too tired to bother with the strapon. She does shoot Miles a thankful look when he reaches over the still shivering Waylon to undo it and toss it to one side for cleaning later.

Waylon leans forwards, and kisses Miles softly, even as he cleans off Waylon’s face. “Sorry about that. Can’t resist…” He apologises. Lisa giggles, and reaches over to silence him with a kiss, Waylon watching them quietly with a grin.

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