A Week With Mr. Hansen

Chapter 3

I tapped my fingers against the table in frustration. Mr. Hansen had taken my best friend Jenny inside and locked me out. This was not what was supposed to happen. Jenny and I wanted to share him, and that meant I was supposed to be included. A three-way couldn’t happen if I was locked out in the back yard.

He had told me to trust him before shutting the window a few minutes earlier. Trust him to do what? Fuck my best friend when he was supposed to be fucking me? I couldn’t be mad at Jenny – she had been as obviously shocked as I was when he pulled her into the house and locked the door behind him. But I still felt a pang of irritation when I thought about her. I didn’t mind sharing with Jenny at all – Jenny and I had done a lot together and we had been talking about having a threesome for a long time before the opportunity presented itself with Mr. Hansen. But I was irritated that she was with Mr. Hansen by herself, with me locked outside for who knew how long.

I crossed my arms over my modest breasts, but my hard nipples poking into my arm just served to remind me how turned on I still was from sucking on Jenny’s large tits. I had been sitting in the sun just long enough for the water from the pool to have dried off me, and the only moisture left on my body other than my wet hair was between my legs. I crossed my legs, holding them together tightly as I glared at nothing in particular.

I don’t know how long I sat outside with my arms and legs crossed. It couldn’t have been more than ten minutes, but it felt like a lot longer. I was trying to convince myself that my anger was because I was so incredibly turned on rather than me wanting Mr. Hansen to myself, when the clicking of the lock caught my attention. I stood up and whirled around as Mr. Hansen opened the door. He was still as naked as I was, his cock standing up. I could see precum dripping off it, glistening in the afternoon sunlight. My initial reaction was to drop onto my knees and lick the precum off his cock, but I glared at him instead.

“Am I allowed to join you now?” I asked sarcastically.

Instead of looking angry or ashamed, Mr. Hansen smiled, stepping forward to wrap his strong arms around me. I struggled to move away from him, refusing to let him off the hook so easily, but he held me against him firmly, kissing my neck. “You won’t be so angry when you see what I’ve got for you.”

I frowned again. “What?” I asked, looking at him as I stopped struggling away from him.

Mr. Hansen took the opportunity to kiss me gently on the lips. “Come on. It wouldn’t have taken so long but I had to convince her it was okay.”

I didn’t wait for Mr. Hansen to lead me into the house, instead pulling away from him and bolting through the door. Convince Jenny it was okay? Since when did Jenny need convincing in regards to anything sex-related? I suddenly felt guilty for being irritated with her. I trusted Mr. Hansen fully, but what if he had done something to her?

I turned into the den and stopped short. My mouth dropped open and I still hadn’t moved when Mr. Hansen came up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist. “What do you think?” he whispered.

Jenny was sitting on a chair that Mr. Hansen had taken from the kitchen, her eyes sparkling as she looked at me. I was sure she would have been smiling, but the scarf tied around her mouth was pulling at her cheeks. Her arms were tied behind the back of the chair with another scarf, which made her chest push forward. Her legs had been tied to two of the chair legs, spread just wide enough that I could see her bare, glistening pussy. She was so wet that it had already dripped on the chair, and her scent was already filling the room. I could almost taste her sweet juices – I had licked her cunt many times before, and I knew just how wonderful she tasted.

What shocked me most, however, was that her large pink nipples had shiny silver clamps on them. They were attached by a thin chain that was pulled almost taut from the size of her breasts, with another chain attached in the middle that was currently hanging against Jenny’s flat stomach, obviously meant to be held by someone else. I wondered mildly where Mr. Hansen had gotten them, before remembering he had been running errands, and that he had probably meant those for me. My pussy throbbed as I wondered what else he had gotten for me.

“You said you wanted to see her dominated,” Mr. Hansen whispered in my ear, sounding concerned. “Is this okay?”

I finally turned to face him, smiling widely. “It’s PERFECT, Daddy!” I exclaimed, throwing my arms around his neck and pulling him in for a hard kiss. Mr. Hansen held me tightly against him, and I felt his cock twitch against me as I kissed him enthusiastically. He rolled his hips against me, grinding his cock into me, and I moaned against him. I finally had to pull back to take a breath, but I looked up at him, grinning. “Do I get to play with her?”

He kissed me lightly. “Yes, baby, of course,” he said. “But your Daddy gets to watch, right?”

I giggled. “Of course, Daddy.”

He kissed me again, a bit softer, incredibly caring. “Am I forgiven now?” he whispered.

I kissed him harder, sucking on his lower lip. “Of course, Daddy,” I answered softly, before pulling away from him and walking up in front of Jenny.

Her eyes followed me until I was stopped directly in front of her. My arousal grew as I looked at her more closely. The clamps were tight on her nipples, and it would only take a gentle tug of the chain to make things uncomfortable for her. I picked it up delicately, not wanting to pull on it just yet. The cool metal chain was thin in my hands, but I knew just how powerful a tool it was – just picking it up, Jenny tensed. I assumed that Mr. Hansen had practiced with it before he let me inside.

He came up behind me, his hard cock pressing against my ass. “You can do anything you want to her,” he said, talking about Jenny as if she wasn’t even there. “This little whore has no limits. She wants to be fucked, slapped, bitten, hit… if you really want, you can untie her and make her do anything you want.”

I inhaled sharply as he talked about my best friend like that. Jenny moaned softly, the sound so muffled by her gag that I almost didn’t hear it. She was loving every second of this. Mr. Hansen moved away from me, sitting on the couch so he could watch what I did.

The first thing I did to Jenny was give a light, experimental tug on the chain in my hand. She jumped forward, a high pitched whimper escaping from her throat. I almost dropped the chain in surprise. Her breathing was heavy as she looked up at me, and I was incredibly relieved to see that she had enjoyed it.

“God, Jenny,” I whispered. I leaned forward, bending over to run my tongue along her cleavage, letting it jump over the chain that connected the two clamps, and licking underneath her breasts. I kissed her stomach and all the way down to her shaven mound, but once I was there, I moved my mouth to her thighs so I could taste her juices without touching the place she wanted me to play with most. She whimpered longingly and I shook my head, licking her thighs before I stood back up. “Daddy, I want her to lick my pussy,” I said, making my voice almost whiny.

“Go ahead and untie her, baby,” he told me. “Hold onto that chain, though. Make sure she behaves.”

I let my fingers trail down Jenny’s legs before I untied her legs from the chair. After I had her legs untied, I took the chain lightly and moved behind her to untie her arms. The chain was long enough that she could move a little ways away from me, which I knew would come in handy when she was licking my dripping cunt. As soon as her arms were loose, she pulled them to her side, stretching them. She made the mistake of trying to rub her arms, as crossing them across her chest pushed on the clamps. Mr. Hansen laughed as she yelped. “She’ll figure it out sooner or later,” he chuckled.

I leaned forward and kissed Jenny’s clamped nipples, my lips just hardly brushing against her, hardly even touching the cool metal of the clamp. I let my tongue run around her areolas, and the attention paid there made Jenny moan through her gag. She grasped my shoulders, her knees almost giving out as I played with her increasingly sensitive nipples. After a few moments, I stopped. Each time she moaned, my pussy throbbed, and I was at the point that I needed her mouth on me.

I pushed down on her shoulders, making her drop to her knees, though I was nice and held the chain a bit lower so it wouldn’t tug. She looked up at me, her eyes wide, and I quickly undid the gag and pulled it off her. She took a deep gasp of air, and I’m sure she meant to say something, but I immediately pressed her face against my pussy. I heard her surprised cry before she stuck her tongue out and licked my slit.

A soft moan escaped my lips as I felt Jenny’s familiar tongue on me. She raised her hands, letting them rest on my hips before moving one to my pussy. Her fingers spread my pussy lips and she wasted no time teasing me. She dipped her tongue into my tight, dripping hole, and I gasped as she tongue-fucked me. I let one of my hands rest on her head, her hair still wet from our swim earlier, while the other dangled at my side, holding the chain attached to her nipples. Her tongue slid in and out of my pussy before she moved her mouth away from my hole and to my clit, flicking her tongue against it and sucking on it as she slipped a finger into my pussy. I almost dropped the chain in my hands and lost balance as she sucked my clit, the hand I had on her head the only thing that kept me from falling over. I gasped, grinding my cunt against her face unintentionally as Jenny’s skilled mouth worked my clit and her finger slid in and out of my cunt. It wasn’t long before she added another finger, curling them just slightly so she hit my G-spot, pushing her fingers in as far as they’d go before she pulled back.

Jenny knew how to make me cum, and she knew how to make me cum fast. She moved her mouth against my clit hard, and she didn’t slow at all as I started to whimper, my hand tightening in her hair as I felt myself getting closer to the edge. She worked her tongue around my clit, still pumping her fingers in and out of my pussy. It took a single, light sucking of my clit to push me over the edge and I felt my orgasm rolling through me. Jenny’s wonderful mouth never stopped, lapping at my juices as her fingers rubbed my pussy. I held her face close to my cunt as my orgasm rocked through my body, keeping her there until I came down, panting. She pulled away from me and looked up, grinning as she licked her lips and wiped some of my juices off her face.

“Did I do good?” she asked, still grinning.

“Very good,” Mr. Hansen answered for me. I glanced over at him. His hand was on his cock and precum dripped from the tip. He saw me looking at him and smiled as he stood. “It was a good show.”

“I’m glad you liked it, Daddy,” I giggled as he came up to me. He kissed me lightly, his hand resting around me on my ass.

“Do I get to have a turn with her?” he asked me.

Jenny moaned, still on her knees in front of us, but neither Mr. Hansen nor I looked at her, only adding to the charade that Jenny seemed to absolutely love. I kissed Mr. Hansen, letting a hand trail down to his hard cock. I stroked him softly for a moment, pressing it between my hand and my body lightly. Mr. Hansen groaned against my lips, and I let go of his cock after a moment, pulling back and grinning at him. “Only if I get to play, too,” I told him. “Go sit on the couch again, Daddy.”

Mr. Hansen smiled and sat down. I pulled ever so slightly on Jenny’s chain, and she whimpered. “Follow me,” I said, stepping forward towards Mr. Hansen. Jenny had no choice but to fall onto her hands and crawl after me, hurrying so that the chain wouldn’t pull. Once we were in front of Mr. Hansen, I sat down on the couch beside him and handed him the chain. “Suck his cock, slut,” I ordered Jenny.

She grinned at me and leaned forward, licking Mr. Hansen’s cock. Mr. Hansen groaned and made to put his arm around me, but I shifted, pulling my legs up onto the couch and moving onto my stomach, my head in his lap. His hand ended up on my ass as I licked the tip of his cock. Jenny looked at me as we both licked Mr. Hansen’s cock, her eyes sparkling as she worked the underside and I licked the top. Eventually she moved her mouth to his balls, sucking them as I wrapped my lips around his cock and sucked him. Mr. Hansen’s breathing was hard and his hand moved against my ass, slipping down between my legs so he could rub my slit. I didn’t know exactly what Jenny was doing with his balls, but Mr. Hansen was loving it, and he couldn’t keep himself from thrusting up into my mouth. I took his cock eagerly, hoping he was enjoying having two sets of teen lips on his hard cock.

After a few moments, his hand moved from my ass up to my hair and he pulled me back almost roughly. “Stop, Jenny,” he ordered as he pulled me away, and she obeyed immediately, sitting back on her knees and looking up at the two of us. Mr. Hansen kissed me hard, laughing after he pulled back. “I’m not ending this so soon,” he said, and I grinned, not wanting it to end either.

Jenny smiled innocently. “Did we do a good job, sir?” she asked, licking her full lips.

“Very good,” he told her, and she looked incredibly pleased with herself. I couldn’t help the tingle that ran through my body as Jenny smiled, so into playing the submissive slave to me and Mr. Hansen. She bit her lip after she smiled, glancing at me before looking back at him.

“Do I get a… a treat for being good?” she asked hesitantly.

Mr. Hansen smiled at her. “I would say you deserve one, but you have to ask Claire, remember?”

She looked at me again, her eyes pleading with me. I realised that she had been dripping since I had stepped into the room, and her fingers hadn’t even strayed to her pussy. “I think she deserves a treat, Daddy,” I said. Jenny opened her mouth, starting to interrupt, but I kept talking. “But I think first we should take her leash off. I want to play with her tits.”

The smile faded off Jenny’s face. We both knew taking the clamps off would be painful, but it had to happen sooner or later, and all I could think about was having her gorgeous nipples in my mouth. I needed it.

She nodded, though obviously nervous. “Yes, ma’am,” she whispered. I moved off the couch, motioning for Jenny to follow me. Mr. Hansen had spread a blanket on the floor of the den before he had let me back in the house, and I was thankful for it. I grabbed a pillow off the couch and threw it down.

“Lie down,” I said. Jenny crawled over to the blanket and lay on her back, her breasts up in the air, the silver clamps glinting. I moved between her legs, holding myself over her. I let my fingers slide along her slit. Jenny moaned and I hoped that the pleasure would be enough to distract her as I used my other hand to quickly take the clamp off.

Jenny yelped in pain the second it was off and I dipped my head, soothing her aching nipple with my mouth. She squirmed a bit under me, and I pushed my fingers into her cunt. She sighed in relief and I was shocked at how wet she was – two of my fingers slid inside her easily and her juices were all over my hand within seconds. I pulled my mouth away from her nipple and looked at the other one. I moved my fingers a little bit quicker inside her pussy as I took the other one off.

The other one was a bit tighter, and Jenny shrieked when I took it off, her cries still continuing as I lowered my mouth to soothe her other nipple. “You motherfucking BITCH!” she blurted, her hips raising against my hand as I fingered. “FUCK FUCK FUCK!”

“Claire, stop touching her.” I pulled back at Mr. Hansen’s order, looking up at him as I tried to ignore Jenny’s whimpering under me.

“Did I do something wrong?” I asked, worried.

He chuckled, standing and moving over to us. “Not you.”

I moved away from Jenny and he pulled her to her feet. I hadn’t noticed, but she had started crying, and I felt horrible for having to take the clamps off. “I don’t care how much pain you are in, I told you that you were not to insult my Claire,” he growled at Jenny.

I felt a tingling wave rush through me when he referred to me as “his Claire,” but it was replaced with a bit of dread.

“Daddy, it’s okay, I know she didn’t mean it…” I said, trying to stick up for her.

He looked at me, shaking his head. “You know what happens when you don’t obey,” he reminded me.

Jenny looked at me, her eyes wide, but I couldn’t bring myself to stop Mr. Hansen from sitting on the chair he had brought from the kitchen and pulling her over his lap. I wanted to see him spank her, and I knew she would enjoy it, but I was still a bit nervous.

His hand rubbed her ass, and she bit her lip as his fingers trailed along her crack. Without warning, he drew his hand back and smacked her ass three times, hard, the slapping sound filling the room. Jenny bit her full lip, and I could tell she was trying not to cry out, though a small whimper escaped her throat. After hearing it, Mr. Hansen repeated his actions. Even from across the room, I could see Jenny’s ass turning red from his spanking.

“Come here, Claire,” he said, and I shook my head.

“I don’t want to hit her, Daddy,” I said.

“You don’t have to, baby,” he said. “I just want you to feel this.”

I stood up and crossed the room warily. He grasped my hand gently and pulled it to Jenny’s ass, which was incredibly warm and had to be stinging like hell. But that wasn’t what he wanted – Mr. Hansen led my hand between her legs and I felt Jenny’s dripping cunt. I knew exactly how turned on she was – I remember exactly what it was like to be in her position, having been there just the night before. Jenny moaned as I touched her and I looked at Mr. Hansen pleadingly. “I never got to give her the treat, Daddy,” I said.

He kissed me and gave Jenny a light swat before helping her off his lap. “Sorry, baby,” he said.

I smiled before grabbing Jenny, holding her close to me and kissing her full lips. She kissed me back eagerly. I don’t know who did it, but somehow we ended up on the floor, kissing heatedly. I lay overtop of her between her spread legs, kissing her passionately as she played with my breasts. Eventually we adjusted so that I had one of her legs between mine, and she had one of mine between hers. I could feel her pussy dripping on my thigh as I pulled her up so we were kneeling together. This position was familiar to us. I started to grind against Jenny’s leg, my hands on her breasts as she moved against my leg. It felt amazing, and I was sure that we could both cum this way, but I wanted to be fucked, and I still wanted to watch Jenny get fucked. I let her grind against me for a few minutes, let both of us build up, before pulling back.

“Daddy…” I called softly, looking up at him. He was still on the chair, his hand around his cock as his eyes locked on us. He looked at me and I grinned. “I think we need to be fucked, Daddy,” I said.

Jenny moaned. “Please, please, please,” she begged, looking at me. “Please, can I go first, oh, I’d give anything Claire, please…”

I kissed her hard. “Yes,” was all I said. Mr. Hansen moved to the blanket and I moved away from Jenny. He didn’t say anything, nor did Jenny, she just lay back on the blanket as he positioned himself between her legs. With a single thrust, he entered her, and Jenny moaned in satisfaction. I couldn’t keep myself from pushing my fingers into my pussy as I watched Jenny get the fucking of her life. He pounded into her hard, and her hips raised with each thrust. Mr. Hansen lifted her legs, throwing one over each shoulder as he fucked my best friend harder than she’d ever been fucked before. The only thing that took my eyes off Jenny’s bouncing tits was the view of Mr. Hansen’s cock sliding in and out of her pussy, his balls slapping against her, her pussy clenching around his cock. I watched for a bit before I moved towards them, moving my mouth on to Jenny’s bouncing tits, sucking her nipples. Mr. Hansen fucked her hard and fast, and between the two of us, Jenny couldn’t take much longer. She came hard, crying out as she squirmed beneath Mr. Hansen, and I imagined that her cunt was clenched around his cock. As soon as she came down, Mr. Hansen pulled out of her. He was still rock hard and I grinned at him, moving away from Jenny. He grabbed my hips and pushed me on my hands and knees, entering my dripping cunt in a swift movement. I gasped and moaned as he fucked me wildly, his hands reaching around me to hold my tits. He pushed me down even further, until I was hardly holding myself up on my elbows. I don’t know when she did it, but Jenny moved in front of me and spread her legs. I buried my head against her cunt, licking her pussy, and she gasped each time Mr. Hansen made me moan, the hot air brushing against her sensitive clit. I sucked on her clit, building her up quickly. Jenny’s body was incredibly sensitive after she came, and I knew that if she had cum once, I could make her do it again multiple times. Before I knew it, she was squirming under me and cumming hard against my mouth. Mr. Hansen must have been watching because the sight pushed him over the edge. I was close, and I knew all it would take to push me over was the feeling of his hot cum inside me. I was right – Mr. Hansen thrust hard into me, his cock spurting, and I came, my moans muffled by the bare mound in my face.

Mr. Hansen collapsed on top of me, pushing me down on the blanket with his cock still inside me. I could hardly tell, just lapping at Jenny’s cunt until, between the pressure on my body and the pussy in my mouth, I couldn’t breathe.

Mr. Hansen rolled off me and I moved up Jenny’s body. She wrapped her arms around me, holding me close to her breasts, and Mr. Hansen came up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist.

We lay like that for awhile, just quietly. I was warm and comfortable. Jenny finally broke the silence with a giggle. “You were right, Claire,” she said.

“About what?” I murmured.

“Best fucking of my life,” she announced. Mr. Hansen chuckled from behind me. “Thank you, Mr. Hansen,” she added in a whisper.

“It was definitely not a problem,” Mr. Hansen replied. I laughed and he hugged me closer to him.

We lay there for a bit longer, until Mr. Hansen announced that his arm was falling asleep and Jenny mentioned that she was starving. She went outside to grab the clothes we had left by the pool while I cleaned up the den. Jenny came up behind me as I picked up the clamps that Mr. Hansen had brought.

“I wonder if I could keep those,” she said, looking at them as she handed me my clothes. I slipped my skirt and blouse on quickly.

“I’m sure Mr. Hansen wouldn’t mind, so long as you come back to model them every once in awhile,” I teased.

“You can keep them, Jenny. I’ve got other presents for Claire,” Mr. Hansen said, coming into the room as he pulled a new T-shirt on. I grinned at him as I dropped the clamps into Jenny’s hand.

“I’m sure Dan will like them,” I told her.

She laughed. “Dan is nothing compared to this,” she said. “Don’t get me wrong, he’s good, but…”

Jenny stayed for a late dinner and helped Mr. Hansen and I clean up before excusing herself, having promised her parents that she’d be home that evening. That was a little bit of a lie, as it was 9:30 by the time she left. Before she left, she kissed both me and Mr. Hansen heatedly.

Mr. Hansen sighed after she left, pulling me close to him. “She’s a handful,” he laughed. I giggled, but he was right – I was incredibly tired.

Mr. Hansen led me to the den again, and we put a movie on, neither of us paying attention as we sat on the couch. We kissed and touched for a little while and Mr. Hansen casually undid my blouse and let his hand rest on my breast, but things didn’t go much further than that as I curled up against him, my head resting against his chest as I stared at the television.

“It really doesn’t bother you?” Mr. Hansen suddenly asked.

I looked up at him, confused. “What doesn’t?” I asked, a little drowsily.

“That instead of fucking some guy your own age, you’re sitting on the couch, curled up with me. It really doesn’t bother you that I’m old enough to…”

“To be my Daddy?” I interrupted innocently. “That doesn’t bother me at all.”

He kissed my neck, holding me against him as he lay down on the couch. I lay on top of him, though he hardly seemed to notice my weight at all as he played with my hair. “You’re making me act like a teenager,” he muttered. I was fairly certain he didn’t have a problem with that.

I giggled, and that was the last either of us said. At some point during the second movie we had put in, I must have fallen asleep, because the next thing I knew, Mr. Hansen was putting me into my bed. “Didn’t mean to wake you,” he said quietly.

“How in the hell did you carry me all the way up here?” I asked.

“You aren’t that heavy,” he laughed. I sighed, realising I still had my clothes on.

“You didn’t put my pajamas on for me, Daddy?” I teased as I tried to wriggle out of the skirt.

Mr. Hansen raised an eyebrow at me and leaned forward. I held still as he slowly stripped my clothes off me, moving around me as if I was still asleep. “Better?” he asked once I was naked and he had tucked the blankets around me.

“You aren’t going to stay?” I asked shyly.

He didn’t need to be asked twice. He quickly shed his clothing and moved next to me in the bed.

We kissed again, pressed up against each other. He gently caressed my breasts, kissing my neck and lightly nipping at my sensitive skin. The primal need to fuck that usually took over us was replaced with gentle kissing, soft touching, and quiet moans. Mr. Hansen moved me onto my back so he could suck on my breasts while he gently rubbed my pussy. His attention had me wet within a few moments and I could feel his cock hardening, pressing against my thigh. He let his hardening cock rub against my slit, my juices getting it slick. I moaned, grinding against his cock, his head rubbing against my tip. The heavy petting was making my pussy throb, and I wrapped my legs around his waist before pulling him to my lips, kissing him hard. Mr. Hansen took that as a sign that I was ready and he pushed into my pussy slowly. This time was different – his thrusts were slow but deep, still passionate, but there was more to it than the heated fucking that was usually there. I moaned softly as he thrust in and out of me, his lips on my neck. His slow thrusting was still building me up, especially once he let his hand drift down between us and rub my clit. He made me cum just before he did, and I felt his hot seed shoot into me. I loved the feeling of him cumming inside me, and I murmured this to him as he rested against me, his cock still inside me, softening.

He moved off me, rolling next to me and pulling me close to him. As I started to drift off, I wondered when exactly our passionate, heated fucking had turned into something more. I threw the thought out of my head, telling myself that Mr. Hansen was just there for the week, and while it was fun, “something more” was not in the question. I was just tired, and fucking didn’t always have to be hard and fast, it was just as enjoyable slow and leisurely. My tired mind was just overanalyzing things.

I slept well, though not nearly as long as I had the day before. It was 10:30 when I woke up, but again, Mr. Hansen was gone. There was a note on my nightstand and I had to rub my eyes before reading it. His scrawled writing told me he had gone to the hardware store – he had offered to do some fixing-up around our house while my parents were gone, as my dad wasn’t too great with power tools and Mr. Hansen was fairly handy.

I grabbed a pair of jeans and a T-shirt and made my way to the shower. I took my time getting ready, knowing that Mr. Hansen did have to get some stuff done at our house, otherwise my parents would ask questions. I knew there wasn’t much I could do to help him, having failed shop class twice before giving up before I cut someone’s hand off, but I could probably stop distracting him with my need to have his cock buried in me and maybe make him some lunch. Plus, I needed to study.

When I finished drying my hair, I made my way down to the kitchen and jumped in shock when I saw Jenny sitting at my kitchen table, books open on the table. She looked up when I entered the kitchen and grinned. “Morning, sunshine,” she teased.

“When did you get here?” I asked, getting over the shock and opening the refrigerator to make myself a late breakfast. I could see Mr. Hansen working in the backyard through the patio door.

“About ten minutes ago,” she answered. “Mr. Hansen said it was okay when I called.”

“Well, yeah,” I laughed, rolling my eyes as my plans of studying seemed to fly out the window. “I wonder why.”

Jenny giggled. “He told me that he had to get a lot of stuff done today, don’t worry,” she said. “You’ve probably worn the poor man out. Anyways, I wasn’t coming over for that. I really need your help with this.”

I sat down next to her at the table, looking down at Jenny’s books. She was working on calculus. I had taken the course the previous semester and passed with an A. Math was something I did do very well, but Jenny hated it. She had gotten stuck taking calculus after the biology and physics classes had filled up and our guidance councillor (who seemed to be the only man on Earth immune to Jenny in a low-cut blouse) refused to make room for her. We both figured it was because he was hardcore into religion, and word had gotten out that Jenny had gotten his oldest son’s virginity when she was a sophomore and he was a senior. Since then, Jenny seemed to have the worst of luck when it came to her school schedule.

I talked her through the problems as I ate breakfast. Jenny really was smart, but when she didn’t have an interest in something, it was difficult for her. We spent awhile working on it. Once we finished the calculus, we started working on history, a class both of us were in. Mr. Hansen came in while we were studying, laughing as he shut the door. “When she said you guys would be studying, I didn’t actually take you seriously,” he said.

Jenny flashed him a grin as I stood up. “Hungry?” I asked.

Mr. Hansen motioned for me to sit down. “I’ll make something. You need to study.” I frowned and he kissed me. His body was warm from being out in the sun and I lingered a bit too long against him. “Don’t go acting like some little housewife on me,” he scolded playfully.

I rolled my eyes and sat back down, trying to ignore the tingle that was running through my body from his kiss. Jenny was chewing on a pencil thoughtfully, though she wasn’t looking at the books. “What are you going to wear tonight?” she suddenly asked.

“Tonight?” I asked blankly.

She looked at me incredulously. “Yes, tonight. Dinner, remember?”

My mouth dropped open. “I completely forgot,” I said. I glanced over at Mr. Hansen, who was staring incredibly hard at the counter as he pretended not to listen to us.

“Well, let’s do an hour more of this and then start getting ready. I think Dan wants us to go to a movie after, we’re eating like, really early,” she said, oblivious to where my eyes were.

It was quiet in the kitchen for a bit, the only sound being Mr. Hansen’s actions as he made himself lunch. “Is that okay?” I finally asked, my voice quiet.

“Is what okay?” Mr. Hansen replied quickly, not looking at me.

I bit my lip. “You don’t mind if Jenny and I go out for dinner with them?”

Jenny realised what was happening and quickly excused herself to the washroom. Mr. Hansen finally looked at me. I must have looked incredibly worried, because he smiled. “I don’t mind,” he said, and though he sounded honest, I wasn’t sure.

“If it’s a problem…” I said quietly.

He came over to the table, sitting in Jenny’s chair and cupping my face in his hands. He kissed me and then pulled back, looking right at me. “It isn’t a problem,” he said. “You need to spend time with people your own age. It’s important. I don’t want you staying here because you feel guilty about me.”

“But…” I started. He shook his head.

“No. You’re going to go out with… what was his name? Tyler? And you’re going to have fun.” He paused, glancing away for a moment. “Just… be careful, okay? Make sure he treats you good.”

I was touched by his concern. That little voice that kept saying things were becoming “more” kept speaking up and I ignored it fiercely. I pulled myself close to Mr. Hansen and kissed him. He held me as he kissed me back, letting his mouth leave my lips and kissing my neck for a moment before he pulled away. “Lunch,” he said, grinning as he stood up and brought food to the table. I hadn’t realised he was making food for Jenny and I as well.

Jenny came back from the bathroom and we ate over our books, chatting about nothing important with Mr. Hansen. We talked for longer than we should have before Mr. Hansen excused himself to the backyard and Jenny and I cleaned the kitchen. We tried to study for a little longer, but ended up talking and just giving up. Not that it mattered to me. History was the only exam I had, and not only was I ready for it, it wasn’t until Thursday.

Jenny had brought the outfit she wanted to wear with her, so we got ready in my room. I let her pick out an outfit for me, which turned out to be an innocent looking summer dress, but we both knew wasn’t – once it was in the sun, it was almost completely see-through, and it was so low-cut that I couldn’t wear a bra with it. I paired it with high-heeled sandals and let Jenny do my hair, all the while nervously hoping Mr. Hansen was really okay with it. Jenny called Dan a half hour before he was going to pick us up and gave him directions to my house. I did her makeup for her, and we both looked in the mirror when we were done. I could already see through my dress a bit, the silhouette of my body clear beneath the flowing material. Jenny was wearing a dress, too, though hers clung to her body and showed a large part of her cleavage.

We sat in the kitchen, talking, when the doorbell rang. Jenny ran to answer it, and I ran into the backyard to say goodbye to Mr. Hansen.

He was still working on something, but he stood up to look at me when the patio door slammed shut. I stopped on the edge of the patio, and neither of us spoke for a moment. “We’re leaving,” I finally said.

Mr. Hansen smiled and came up to me, his eyes roaming over my body. “You look nice,” he said. I blushed, knowing that he wished it was him I had dressed up for, though he was trying to hide it.

“Thanks, Mr. Hansen,” I said. “Are you sure this is okay?”

He rolled his eyes. “You’re much too concerned about me,” he said, and he kissed me on the cheek. “Have fun. Stop worrying about an old man like me. Just be home at a reasonable time, you have school tomorrow.”

I giggled. “Yes, Daddy,” I said. He laughed. I wanted to kiss him again, but I don’t think I would have left if I did. I turned and ran back to the house, not looking back at him.

Jenny had let Dan and Tyson into the house, and they were all standing just inside the front entrance. Tyson’s face lit up when he saw me. I grinned back at him, trying to forget about Mr. Hansen as I stood next to Jenny.

“You look great,” he said politely.

“Thanks,” I giggled, knowing he would like it a lot more once we walked outside.

We left the house and went to Dan’s car. Jenny slid into the front seat and Tyson held the door open for me as I sat in the back. He sat next to me, looking unsure of himself as Dan kissed Jenny in the front seat. I looked out the window as they kissed, hoping Tyson wouldn’t try it quite yet. Dan and Jenny had spent the night together, but I didn’t know Tyson as well as they knew each other yet.

He compromised by putting an arm over my shoulders, and we chatted lightly as Dan drove us to the restaurant. Tyson had a great sense of humour and I laughed a lot, genuinely having a good time. The hostess, at Dan’s request, sat us in a very private booth, and I was shocked at how pricy the restaurant was. Tyson and I talked with Jenny and Dan over dinner, and Jenny told enough embarrassing stories about me to scare Tyson away, but he just laughed and put his hand over mine on top of the table. I was incredibly comfortable with him, enough so to put my worry about whether Mr. Hansen was really okay with this in the back of my mind.

Jenny and Dan were all over each other. It was something I was used to with Jenny, but obviously Tyson was not. He cleared his throat in embarrassment as they made out in the booth we had been sat at. It continued all throughout dinner, until finally, after Jenny had ordered dessert and Dan had slipped his hand in the low V-cut of her dress and pinched her nipple, he asked me if I wanted to go outside for some fresh air.

I followed him out of the restaurant, surprised when he led me into a courtyard outside the restaurant. “Sorry,” he said when we were outside and sitting on a bench. “I just didn’t realise how awkward it was to be around them like that.”

I laughed. “You didn’t seem to mind the other night.”

He shrugged, laughing with me. “Well, what can I say,” he answered. He was a lot shyer sober than drunk, and I knew that he wanted to kiss me, though he was looking at the ground and fidgeting. I usually hate having to make the first move, but this was different – it was kind of cute.

I turned so I was sitting sideways on the bench and let my leg rest overtop of his. I didn’t say anything, just kissed him and let my hands gently rest on his shoulders. It was the only opening Tyson needed. He pulled me close to him, kissing me hard, his tongue running along my bottom lip. It was completely unlike kissing Mr. Hansen, and not quite as good. I struggled to push the thought out of my head, focussing on Tyson’s lips, not wanting to think about Mr. Hansen. I couldn’t help it, though, imagining that it was his hands that were running over my sides. The thought faded when Tyson’s hands reached my breasts and hesitated – Mr. Hansen would have just kept going. I moved one of my hands off Tyson’s shoulders and put it over his hand, moving it over my breast and letting him cup it. He started to kiss my neck, sucking gently on it as he fondled me. It was nothing like how Mr. Hansen did it, though it still felt good when he slid his hand into my dress. He groaned when he realised I wasn’t wearing a bra. “You know how to get me going,” he murmured, and I laughed. He rolled my nipple between his fingers, and I couldn’t keep myself from imagining Mr. Hansen’s hands, imagining Mr. Hansen’s arms around me, imagining Mr. Hansen sliding his hand up my leg and under my dress, slipping his hand into my panties and teasing my slit, which was now dripping wet…

Tyson hadn’t even tried to go under my dress, but I pulled away from him, breathing a bit harder. “Can we go somewhere private?” I asked urgently, suddenly unable to contain my absolute want. His eyes widened in surprise, but he nodded.

“Is it okay if it’s outside?” he asked.

“Yes, yes, that’s fine,” I said impatiently. He stood up and pulled me across the courtyard to a small alleyway. In the alley was a boarded up doorway tucked back in an alcove, and I pulled Tyson into it, idly thinking that he and Dan had planned this. They had to have – the alley was almost invisible from the courtyard, and he had to have known about the doorway beforehand. Tyson pushed me back against the wall, kissing me heatedly as my hands travelled to the top of his pants. I unbuttoned them swiftly as he got into my frantic pace, his hands on my tits and pinching my nipples before he let them slide down to under my dress. He pulled my panties down and I let them fall to the ground, stepping out of them as I pulled his cock out. He groaned when I started to stroke him, and I could feel his pre-cum dripping onto my hands. I didn’t have the patience to spend time stroking his cock, though, and I pulled my dress up around my waist. “How do you want me?” I gasped, my pussy throbbing. I had the image of Mr. Hansen pushing me on my hands and knees in front of Jenny, his hands gripping my hips as he pounded me from behind, and I was literally dripping down my thighs.

“Are you sure?” he asked, seemingly confused about how fast things were moving.

“Fuck, yes!” I moaned. “Please…”

He lifted me, though not as smoothly as Mr. Hansen had ever picked me up. He pressed me back against the rough brick of the alley and I guided his hard cock into my pussy. He was a little bit thicker than Mr. Hansen, which I hoped would help me cum faster, but I turned out to be wishfully thinking. Tyson started to pump into me and I squirmed between him and the wall, begging him to go harder. He fucked me as hard as he could, which was nothing like how Mr. Hansen fucked, and I turned my disappointed moans into ones that sounded pleasurable. “I can’t last much longer like this,” he groaned suddenly.

“No, please…” I begged. “I need to cum so bad…”

“Looks like they had the same idea we had!” I suddenly heard someone say. Tyson gasped in surprise as both our heads turned to see Jenny and Dan standing in the alley, and the shock must have did Tyson in, because I suddenly felt the sensation of cum being shot into my pussy. His load was nowhere near the size of Mr. Hansen’s – only three spurts, and I usually got five out of Mr. Hansen – and I cried out sadly as he let my legs drop from around his waist to the ground.

“Fuck, I’m sorry…” he whispered to me. I ignored him and immediately plunged my hand between my legs, fingering myself hard, not caring that Jenny and her date were there.

“Claire, Claire!” Jenny cried, laughing as she ran forward.

“I need to cum!” I said, almost crying. She replaced my hand with hers, letting two fingers into my pussy, though she didn’t move at the frantic pace I had been.

“Dan, come here,” she ordered. Tyson’s mouth dropped open as he did up his pants, and Dan looked confused as he stepped forward. “Tyson, don’t take offence,” she said, looking serious. “This is almost like an emergency.”

I laughed through my need, though it sounded almost like a choked sob. “Dan, hurry up!” she said, pulling away from me for a moment to pull her date closer to the three of us. She undid his pants in a single motion and had his cock out in another. I gasped. Jenny hadn’t been lying when she said he was huge. Dan’s cock was twice as thick as Tyson’s, and much longer. It would be perfect to make me cum fast.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered to Tyson, whose eyes were wide as he looked at his friend’s cock. Dan didn’t even seem to remember his friend was there as he lifted me the same way Tyson had and slide into me.

He had to go much slower, even with the added lubricant of Tyson’s cum. I moaned as he pushed his monstrous cock inside me, feeling myself stretch to accommodate him. He almost didn’t fully fit, and I was ready to tell him to stop when he was finally fully sheathed in me. He pulled back and slid in again, much easier this time, and after two more repetitions, he was fucking me at a steady pace. Still not as hard as Mr. Hansen fucked me, but his cock was so big that it made up for it. I couldn’t keep myself from crying out as he built me up quickly, and I could hear Jenny gasping from beside me somewhere. “Claire, you should see how hot this is,” she moaned. “He’s stretching your pussy… Tyson, come here, I need your fingers…”

I laughed a bit, though I was totally distracted by the fullness I was feeling from Dan’s large cock. He moved a bit faster now, and I could tell he was going to cum soon too. I wondered how much cum would spurt from the huge thing he was fucking me with, but the thought disappeared as I felt myself right on the edge of orgasm. I cried out and Dan thrust into me deeply, as hard as he could to get me to cum, and it worked – he only had to give me three deep thrusts before I was tightening on his cock, cumming hard. My pussy clenching around him must have been enough for Dan, as he grunted, burying his head in my neck as I felt him spurting in me. I don’t know how many jets of cum he spurted, but I knew it was a lot – it started dripping out of me before he had even pulled his cock out. I gasped and panted as he slowly let me down. Both of us turned when Jenny cried out. Tyson was fingering her, three of his fingers pumping in and out of her cunt, and she looked up at me just as her own orgasm washed over her. Dan and I both watched as she came, until she finally finished and looked at Tyson, smiling at him before pulling his hand to her mouth and licking his fingers. “Thanks,” she said. “I’ll make it up to you by letting you fuck my tits, okay?”

Dan laughed nervously and I bent down to pick up my panties. There was no point in putting them back on, as the cum dripping from my cunt would have just gotten them more wet than they already were. Tyson didn’t say anything, just looked away from Jenny as she licked his fingers. She let his hand drop and looked at Dan, confused.

“I’m really sorry,” Tyson mumbled in my direction. “That… doesn’t happen… ever.”

I felt guilty. It wasn’t like he had cum early, but I had been begging him to fuck me hard, and the poor guy could only handle so much. I stepped forward, grabbing his hand. “Don’t apologize, please,” I said softly. “You were great, just…”

“Just you needed Dan to fuck you,” he interrupted. He finally looked up, glaring at his friend. “I could have finished her myself, you fucking asshole.”

“Calm down!” Jenny cried, looking concerned. “We were just having fun, it’s okay.”

“Fun for you,” he said. “And her.”

“Tyson…” I said quietly. “I didn’t mean to offend you… I just…” I paused. “I’m not usually like that.”

Tyson pulled his hand away from me. “I liked you better drunk,” he mumbled. Tears sprung up in my eyes as my cheeks burned.

“Dude, uncalled for,” Dan said. Jenny was glaring at Tyson. “Look, these girls are different… we can have a good time with them… that shit doesn’t mean anything.”

“Fuck off or I’ll kick your ass,” Tyson said. “I’m going home.” He turned and left down the alley.

“Don’t listen to him,” Dan said to me. “He’s being really stupid. Doesn’t know a good thing when it happens… When Jenny told me how open the two of you were I almost creamed myself.” Jenny giggled.

“I’m sorry he’s mad at you now,” I mumbled as a tear fell down my face. Jenny pulled me close to her, hugging me tight. “I don’t usually get like that… I’m not some… crazed…”

“Honey, shut up,” Jenny said. “He was being an ass. The rest of us had fun with it. You can’t have a guy whose like that. What would he do if he found out about Mr. Hansen?”

Dan came up and put an arm around each of us. “We’re still going to a movie,” he said, grinning at me. “Jenny said she doesn’t mind sharing.”

I finally smiled and let Dan lead us back into the restaurant, where he had already paid for dinner. We went to his car and Jenny and I shared the front seat, with me sitting on her lap as he drove us to the Cineplex. I sighed as I let my head rest against her shoulder. I guess I didn’t have to worry about what Mr. Hansen though of Tyson anymore. Just what he thought about Dan.

Jenny cupped my breast, her version of comforting me. “Don’t worry about him,” she said. “He’s not worth it. There’s more than enough of Dan for the two of us to share.”

She let her hands slide down my body and up the skirt of my dress, fingering my uncovered pussy. I couldn’t help but enjoy myself as she pushed her fingers inside me, fingering me hard and fast. Her thumb rubbed against my clit and she pinched my nipple as she finger-fucked my pussy. I wasn’t even all that horny when she started but she was so experienced that I couldn’t help myself from building up. I knew Dan’s eyes kept straying from the road to Jenny and I, but I didn’t pay any attention to him, my face buried in Jenny’s shoulder as she brought me to the edge for the second time that night. I couldn’t keep myself from grinding against her hand as she pumped her fingers inside me, and with a quick pinching of my nipples as she rubbed my clit, I slipped over the edge, cumming hard against her hand in the front seat of Dan’s car. Jenny kept moving her fingers gently until I came down. She kissed my cheek and grinned at Dan. “Now, let’s go have a good time,” she said. I looked up, realising Dan was parked in front of the movie theatre.

We got out of the car and I adjusted my dress, grinning as Jenny playfully swatted my ass. Even so, I couldn’t wait to see Mr. Hansen – I knew he would make me feel better about Tyson immediately. Just thinking about him had me on the edge all through the movie, even though Jenny had just made me cum. I couldn’t wait to get back home to him.

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Authour’s Note: This isn’t the end – part 4 is coming soon!