Chapter 2

I knew he’d show up. Not because he was brave — he definitely wasn’t — but because guys like him were easy to manipulate deep down. Mateus was predictable: shy, a virgin, a puppy who didn’t know how to fly yet. Lara and I had set everything up carefully; we wanted to fuck with his life and made an indecent proposal to lure him in. He had no idea what was waiting for him.

I wasn’t totally sure about this prank, but Lara always said I overthought things and never did anything fun. This time, though, she came up with the plan and put it into action, dragging me along as her accomplice. I just nodded, more interested in the experience than the outcome.

The house was empty; her parents had gone out of town, and the setup was perfect. The clock hit seven at night when I heard the faulty doorbell buzz. Lara cracked open the bedroom door, her eyes gleaming like a cat spotting a mouse.

“He’s here.”

She grinned, yelling from the doorway like the world was way too fun to take seriously.

From my spot on the bed, I looked up. I already knew what to expect. The door swung open, and there he was: awkward, clutching an old gym bag like it held something precious. His eyes darted to the floor, then to Lara, and finally to me. They flicked away quick — I was half-naked!

“What are you shy about?”

Lara asked, shoving him inside, slamming the door, and turning the lock with a click that echoed through the room.

He didn’t answer. Just stared at the beige carpet like it was the most fascinating thing ever.

“Sit down.”

Lara nudged his shoulders lightly. He dropped onto the bed, stiff as a statue.

Lara wasn’t exactly gentle. She was the type who liked to stir shit up, to see what happened when she pushed someone past their limits. I stayed seated on the bed, watching the scene unfold. I’d always been the observer type, analyzing everything calmly, and now I was enjoying the show as Lara did the dirty work.

“You know why you’re here, right?”

She leaned in, her face inches from his.

He shook his head, too scared to look at her.

“You think he knows?”

I asked teasingly, making the guy even more nervous.

“Oh, he knows.”

Lara laughed and tugged at the hem of his shirt.

“Take this off, puppy.”

He hesitated, but Lara’s expression left no room for argument. With slow movements, he pulled off the shirt, revealing his skinny, pale chest. I scooted closer; my curiosity beat out my urge to wait any longer.

“He’s kinda cute, huh?”

I said, more to myself than to Lara.

“A little chicken. But cute.”

She yanked at his belt, her fingers working with precision.

He tried to hold onto his waistband, but Lara laughed and swatted his hand.

“Hands off, or I’ll send you home buck naked.”

I sat right next to him with no space between us; I wanted to make him squirm. I tilted my head to study him up close. There was something fascinating about how he shrank back, like he wanted to vanish.

“Relax. Nobody’s gonna hurt you… yet.”

Lara’s voice was low, but loaded with something almost predatory.

She yanked his pants down in one go, exposing the blue boxers that barely hid the growing bulge. He tried to cover himself with his hands, but Lara grabbed his wrists.

“Didn’t I tell you he was hung, friend?”

Her face lit up with huge satisfaction!

I smirked wickedly, surprised, feeling myself get soaking wet. My fingers traced a soft line down his chest to the edge of his boxers. He shivered under my touch, and I had to hold back a laugh.

“Hmm… He’s sensitive. This is gonna be fun.”

My words made Lara grin even wider.

She pulled his boxers down slow, like unwrapping a gift. When he was fully exposed, the room felt hotter.

“Goddamn.”

Lara let out a muffled laugh.

“You’re pretty big for someone so ‘tiny’.”

I glanced over, trying to hide my interest. He was big, yeah, but what intrigued me more was how beautiful it was — his cock, still soft, had this admirable shape worth staring at.

“I think we need to calm him down,”

I suggested, putting a hand on his shoulder.

“Calm him?”

Lara laughed, leaning over him.

“This ain’t therapy, friend.”

She slid her hands along his thighs, teasing him with slow strokes. I watched, eyes locked on his face, analyzing every reaction. He let out low moans, barely audible, trying to stifle his voice. He looked at me, eyes full of something I couldn’t tell if it was fear or desire. Maybe both.

Lara’s hands roamed around his cock; she grazed her nails and fingertips, making it seem like she’d touch it, but always pulling back at the last second. He arched his back, muscles tense, but she stopped abruptly, breaking contact completely.

“You think a quick handjob’s gonna be that easy?”

Her tone was almost cruel.

He looked at her, desperate, and I felt a twinge of pity. Not enough to do anything, but enough to notice how totally at our mercy he was.

“You want both of us or one at a time?”

I asked, closing the space between our faces even more.

He didn’t answer. Couldn’t.

Lara shot me a look, a smile playing on her lips. She liked dragging things out, testing limits.

“Your turn,”

she said, standing up.

I moved in, sitting on the floor between his legs. My fingers started exploring, slow, tracing paths over his hot, sweaty skin — he was sweating from every pore. The poor guy was breathing fast, chest heaving like he’d run a marathon.

“Get that thing hard already, kid. Don’t tell me you’re gonna go soft on me,”

I ordered, my voice soft but firm.

I don’t know if he could control it, but his body reacted. I leaned in, lips brushing his thighs, and when I got close to the base of his cock, he moaned and trembled slightly — a low, rough sound that made my heart race. This was what I loved: exploring, discovering, controlling.

“He’s gonna blow on both of us the second you grab it, friend,”

Lara commented, sitting next to me to watch.

“I think he can handle a little something!”

I replied, not taking my eyes off him.

She handed me a bottle of lube, and I slathered a generous amount on my hands. I gripped him with both, in a calm motion, spreading it and letting my hand slide fully with all the smoothness I could muster.

He wasn’t even there anymore; I stroked him gently, but when I pressed my open lips over his head, he stiffened and looked at me with delicious shock. We laughed at that, and I kept touching him, moving my hands and mouth with calculated calm. Every little moan that slipped from his lips was like a reward. He was totally lost between desire and discomfort, and that was fascinating. Mateus was like an instrument that didn’t know how to be played yet; I was determined to make the most intense melody he’d ever heard.

Lara leaned in again, bending over his chest, her hair brushing his skin lightly.

“He’s gonna beg before it’s over. Wanna bet? Let’s make it worse for him.”

She laughed, looking at me with that challenging glint in her eyes.

“I don’t know if he can even talk…”

I commented, almost pitying him.

She laughed louder this time and bent down, sliding her lips over his abs, up to the nearest nipple. I watched her tongue swirl around, wetting everything it touched. The kid tensed up like he’d been shocked. Lara knew how to be cruel in a way that was almost beautiful to watch.

“You want it, don’t you?”

she asked, her voice low with a sarcastic edge.

He nodded quick, but she shook her head.

“No, no. Say it. I wanna hear you.”

“I… I want it,”

he stammered, voice barely audible.

“What do you want?”

Lara pushed, dragging him deeper into embarrassment and arousal.

He squeezed his eyes shut, like gathering courage was the hardest thing he’d ever done.

“I want you both.”

It was almost a whisper, but Lara smiled like he’d shouted it.

“There we go. That’s what I wanted to hear.”

I was there, licking and sucking that guy’s cock slow; sometimes I’d pause to watch Lara, but my hand never stopped touching his body. There was something irresistible about how he surrendered, even without knowing exactly what to do.

“He’s so…”

I started, but didn’t finish.

Lara was already moving again. She slipped off her panties, climbed onto the bed, and positioned herself sitting bold and arched over his face.

“Look at him, Sofia.”

Lara’s tone was almost mocking.

“He looks like a doll, all stiff.”

I laughed, because she was right. Mateus was rigid; I didn’t speed up my blowjob, ‘cause I could feel in my mouth — every time I added pressure, he’d tremble, and I’d have to stop. Lara held firm over his face, riding with skill, directing where the kid’s mouth should go. Her expression shifted between pleasure and discomfort; when he hit the right spot, she’d smirk wickedly. Her hands slid over his chest while I picked up the pace on my sucking, putting on my own little show. I wanted to see how far he could hold out, test his limits.

“You done this before?”

I asked, even knowing the answer.

He shook his head, and I smiled.

“You’re gonna have one hell of a story to tell, huh, big head!”

Lara leaned forward, her hands reaching down to where I was. She looked at me, grinning, forcing me to share the now rock-hard cock with her. I’d always had a fetish for sucking a guy with another woman, and damn, this was magical for me. The room was hot now, the air thick with desire and tension. Every move, every touch felt amplified. Mateus had become an object without identity for us, something for our amusement.

“Don’t let him finish too quick,”

Lara whispered to me. I wanna ride that thing.

I smiled, ‘cause that’s exactly what I was thinking.

“Don’t worry, kid. It won’t hurt a bit!”

Lara was more impatient, more direct, while I liked to draw out the moment, explore every nuance. Between the two of us, Mateus didn’t stand a chance. He was trapped, totally vulnerable, and we were set on draining him before letting him have what he wanted.

“I think he’s ready,”

I said, leaning up to look right in his eyes.

“You want it?”

He nodded, unable to speak.

“Beg.”

Lara pressed down harder, causing a brief choke.

“I want it,”

he managed to mumble, voice muffled. The sound seemed to come from inside Lara.

Lara looked at me, and I nodded. Time to end the torture.

She made him scoot up the bed more, and in a move that seemed rehearsed, Lara shifted position, sinking onto his cock that was pointing straight at the ceiling. Her body offered no resistance; the guy slid right in deep, and Lara lost her breath, letting out a loud mix of pleasure and cursing a vulgar word with a wicked smile. With knees planted firm, she started a rough, almost violent up-and-down. The kid looked like he might cry from pleasure; I knew he was doing everything he could to hold back.

I positioned myself next to Lara and let myself caress her breasts that bounced with her movements. She had firm, well-shaped tits — beautiful to watch. The climax hit like an explosion. She arched, a rough moan escaping her lips, while the room pulsed with the energy of the moment. I watched, fascinated, as she finally gave in, her muscles relaxing as her body collapsed beside his on the mattress. She laughed and trembled, hands up like she was warding off an attack.

“Fuck… Wait… I need to breathe. I went too fast…”

I gave their joined sex a quick check and saw no cum from the guy; I was genuinely surprised.

“Good job, newbie!”

I said laughing, really shocked as I got ready to hop on the carousel.

“So?”

I asked, looking at him.

“Round two?”

He didn’t answer. Just closed his eyes, a panicked smile forming on his lips.

Then I climbed on the guy; I was a bit drier. I rubbed his cock against me, spreading the wetness to slide him in easy like it was with Lara, but to my surprise, I felt a short thrust and something wet on my outer lips. When I looked at the guy’s face, twisted in agony, he said:

“Sorry, I tried so hard, but I couldn’t.”

I just laughed; it wouldn’t be the first or last time a little chicken left me hanging.