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very tip and pushed right back in, each time. So every thrust felt like the first one.
    “Told you,” Scott breathed in her ear while her back arched and pussy gripped him. “You’re gonna want me to fuck you every day.” He drove in with even more force, making her cry out again.
    Brandon sat at the kitchenette’s booth, a beer and slice of pizza in front of him. The room was jammed with people with nowhere to go and loud enough that he barely heard Mackenzie. A few others were watching movies in their bunks. He thought about doing that. The DVD player in the ceiling wasn’t too small.
    His hands balled into fists when he heard a muted cry from Mackenzie. He couldn’t get the image of her under Scott out of his head. He leaned back, and hit his head on the wall. The slight pain didn’t distract him though.
    “Relax.” Jake, who was next to him, slapped his back. “She sounds like she’s enjoying it.” He grinned at Chico across from him. “I call next.”
    Brandon rolled his eyes then took a long swig of his beer. “I don’t fucking care who’s next.”
    Mackenzie’s orgasms had become stronger than she imagined. There was no emotion as with Brandon, only pure pleasure. She kept her head turned so she didn’t accidentally kiss Scott, and that added to it, making it seem taboo almost.
    “You’re gonna cum again.” Scott licked her ear, knowing she loved it. “I wanna feel you squirt on me. Come on.” He slammed into her roughly. “You can do it.”
    She shut her eyes tightly. She had been holding back. Brandon was the first one to encourage that. She trusted him. Scott was good, but… “Oh fuck!” She screamed and lost control. Her body quivered and tensed while a flood let go.
    “Mmm, yeah, nice.” Scott calmed his rhythm as he felt her shaking. He smirked, gloating. I’m fucking Brandon’s girlfriend! The idea was such a turn-on. He never even shared a groupie before.
    When her breathing was close to normal, she looked up. “Wow!”
    “You ain’t seen anything yet.” Scott hoped she liked his plan.
    Austin grinned as Chico and Jake debated on which one of them needed to fuck the most. He had a different plan, one that only Scott knew about. He checked his phone. It had been about 15 minutes so far. Scott said 20. He glanced up at Brandon who was reaching for another beer. He rarely drank that much on the bus. Something was definitely bothering him.
    “Anybody got any vodka?” Brandon whined, trying not to show how he felt. He rubbed his eyes with his palms. He hated hearing Mackenzie with someone else. It had become obvious what was going on in the back.
    Jessie shouted from the driver’s seat, “What’s with all the shouting, Brandon? Does Scott got your chick back there, or Austin?”
    Brandon sighed, but did not respond.
    Austin grinned. “It’s not me.” Then he rechecked his phone. Slowly, he backed up, into the hallway. When no one was looking, he headed towards the back of the bus.
    Scott heard footsteps just beyond the door. “Ever done DP?” He bit his lip, knowing it was on her list, kind of.
    She was shocked at the question. “No, why?”
    Then the door opened, and Austin came in. Scott smiled. “ ’Cause we work together a lot.” He pulled out. “Get up. I want you on top of me.”
    Mackenzie was nervous. “Is it gonna hurt?” She was dying to have a threesome with two men, but she wasn’t expecting it to happen by surprise.
    “You ever get fucked in the ass before?” Austin asked.
    She looked up at him as she stood. “Um, yeah. That’s what you’re gonna do?”
    “Would you rather have us both in your pussy?” Austin’s eyebrows rose. “Please?”
    Scott lay on his back. “Don’t pressure her. I know you like it, but Brandon said be careful with her.” He was also afraid it would reveal their secret to someone outside their circle.
    “True, that’d probably hurt.” Austin was disappointed, but he understood.
    Mackenzie slowly climbed on top of

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