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shorts. Drake took my hands and put one on each side of her hips, keeping his own hands over them to show me how to hold on.
    â€œAll right, boy, you work her over from this end while I get that blow job. Oh man, I am so hard it hurts.” Drake threw his leather jacket and flannel shirt to the floor as sprawled on the bed against the opposite wall. He still had on a T-shirt over a long underwear shirt with Motorhead splashed across his skinny chest. He splayed his long legs on either side of Jubilee’s lowered head, grinning at me as he tore at the bursting crotch of his tight black Levi’s. Drawing out a black cock even longer and more wicked looking than the one he had given me, he winked.
    With another shrug and twist of his hips to get comfortable, he took a big double-handful of Jubilee’s long black hair and yanked her face up to his crotch. “Remember this bad boy?” he growled. “You can’t have it till you beg me for it.”
    The moment Drake raised her head I could hear her steady whispered pleas.
    â€œYou’re gonna have to beg a little louder then that,” Drake said, and swiped the head of his cock across her mouth, letting her dive a few inches for it and then pulling her away with his other hand.
    My hips swung harder into her, my crotch and thighs slapping with metronomic regularity into the taut fleshy expanse of her ass. I pounded as if my thrusts could drive her down onto Drake’s dick, wanting his cock inside her as bad as I had
wanted my own to be buried deep in her.
    Her voice rose, torn and gruff: “Please, please let me suck your big cock, Daddy, please give it to me, please, please….” It was like she would never stop saying please until Drake’s dick stopped her up like a plug.
    A smile spread across Drake’s face as he looked down at her and with jumping muscles at his shoulders and forearms he reversed his pressure and pulled her head down on his cock. He looked up at me before the eyes rolled back in his head and grinned a shit-eating grin. “Ain’t it sweet, boy?”
    We were so close we could have easily reached out and shaken hands over Jubilee’s writhing back, and I glowed under his approving grin. Drake eased up on Jubilee’s head, letting her work him up and down as I had already learned she did so well. I watched my own cock slide in and out of Jubilee’s dripping pussy, glistening. I looked at my dark dirty-nailed fingers gripping the smooth swelling flesh at her hips, and loved how they stood out on her paper white skin. I watched her head bobbing over Drake’s crotch, saw the bulging veins in his hands as he gripped her hair. She looked so beautiful between us there on the bed in the tiny trailer, her back shining in the dim light and her hair flying every which way, a few dark locks snaking back toward me but most of the dark tangled mass spilling around Drake’s lap.
    I slowed my thrusts and gave her most of my length on each swing. She groaned deeply as Drake held her all the way down on his dick. His eyes were on mine, but this time the look was something I couldn’t read, he was so far gone. I closed my eyes, exploded and fell forward over Jubilee, lapsing again into the silent beyond, the blood in my ears drowning everything out.
    For a long moment I was still, but then there was a hand
at my shoulder shaking me. “Boy—Baby Boy, get up!” Drake was looking down at me. “Get your damn dick back in your pants and get out of here! You’re dad’s got more business with his girl and you’re getting in the way. All right, boy? You got what you need—now go sleep in the van. Go on—git!”
    He shoved me off the bed, almost sending me into the table at the other end of the trailer as I tripped on the jeans that had settled around my knees. I caught myself on the doorknob and tried to stuff everything back in my jeans, my sticky dick getting all