Just five years older than they were, Ms. Brook was a blonde stunner, with honey-gold hair, a wide smile capped by plush lips, and an ass that all of them loved to plow on a regular basis when they were home. Her big tits swayed as she enthusiastically drove her mouth up and down Jaxton’s cock. Of all of them, he was her favorite. She had a thing for black young men.
“If we do this,” Simon said, rolling his bottle of beer hand to hand, “it fucks things up between us and Landon. Forever.”
“I know,” Milo said. He sighed. “Dude’s my best friend. It sucks.”
“Was,” Jaxton said. He idly grabbed a fistful of Ms. Brook’s hair and drove her down harder on his cock, making her gag. She stared up at him, fire and fury in her eyes, but he ignored her. “But do we really care? Landon got himself some pussy on the reg and checked out.”
“Aw, come on, man, we still bullshit on Facebook,” Milo said.
“You two live close to each other,” Simon said. “When’s the last time he wanted to hang out? Do anything?”
Milo considered that, and shook his head. “You’re right. I know. I just… ugh, we’re talking about sleeping with his mom.”
Jaxton finally relented on Ms. Brook and she came up off him, gasping, “You asshole.”
“Don’t backtalk me, slut,” Jaxton said. He snapped his fingers and pointed at his dick. Her eyes still held his as she dropped low on his cock again, bobbing even harder. She liked to be treated roughly. Her thighs were already wet, and getting wetter.
Simon stood up and unzipped his shorts. “Of course we’re talking about fucking Mrs. Candless. You’re going to tell me she’s really not number one in your dream journal, Nancy?”
Milo blushed at that. “I mean, yeah, of course. She’s the hottest woman ever.”
Ms. Brook came up off Jaxton again. “I’m right here, you know.”
Simon’s shorts and skivvies dropped to the ground and he stepped over to Ms. Brook. None of the three guys were shy about being naked around each other. Over the years, they’d developed a code — if someone was getting fucked, they all got fucked. Landon wasn’t part of that. He was a friend, but he was too nice a guy for this aspect of their friendship. He didn’t like to use women. They did.
Ms. Brook yelped when Simon’s hand rose up and came down in a hard crack across her ass. “Slut, we are talking. You exist to serve our dicks right now. Shut the hell up and suck Jaxton off while I fuck your tight ass.”
Milo leaned forward and grabbed the lube off the table. His underhanded toss went high, but Simon jumped up with all the ease of a former baseball player and snagged it out of the air. When he looked back down at Ms. Brook, she was sucking and slurping on Jaxton’s tip again, her ass higher in the air.
“I don’t know,” Milo sighed. “I guess. Just promise me one thing. The three of us, we’re doing this shit for life.”
“Isn’t a pussy out there that’s worth breaking up the band,” Jaxton said. “You know mine are always yours.”
“Same,” Simon said, slathering up two fingers and unceremoniously driving down to the second joints in Ms. Brook’s well-used ass. Since they turned eighteen, the three of them had fucked it so often he wasn’t sure she even needed the lube, but better to be safe than sorry.