"It's your fault we're late," Marcus declared even as he drove. Amy wanted to say something that disagreed with him. After all, no matter what he claimed, it was his fault that they were late. She was the innocent party.
Though, she had to admit, the current reason for her silence might have disagreed with her words. While all of those thoughts were flashing through her mind, his cock was sliding past her lips repeatedly, her tongue continuously brushing against his hardness.
What she was doing was wrong. Incredibly wrong. He was Vicky's boyfriend, and Amy had just been complicit in his cheating. A little more than complicit, if she was being honest. She wished that his hand was still around her hair. That way, she could have at least lived in the illusion that she was somehow being forced.
It was hard to convince herself of that when she moved up and down obediently. His hand was still on her body, but he was mauling her ass, which was currently uncovered by her short skirt — a gift from the same bastard that was currently filling her throat.
"Ouch, careful," she gasped when he squeezed her ass too hard."
"Sorry, sweetie. You have an amazing ass. I couldn't resist," he replied, squeezing even harder.
She hated her next question. "Better than V-Vicky?"
"Yes, much better," he replied. "She has her advantages, but your ass is to die for. But, now, go back to sucking."
"Only if you drive slower," she responded. "I don't want to get killed in a traffic accident. I can't heal myself."
"Don't worry, I'm an excellent driver," he replied even as he grabbed her hair and pushed her down. Her lips instinctively parted to allow him in, then tightened around the fleshy shaft, her tongue dancing once again. "And, you're a better cocksucker as well. Far more enthusiastic. Vicky is a bit lazy," he added, giving a critique while comparing her with Vicky.
Another detail that somehow excited her rather than driving her crazy. There was something wrong with her. Maybe many things, but rather than thinking about it, she resumed going down on him.
His fingers returned to her ass, this time finding her bruised wet lips, still aching after his merciless fucking. "Deeper," he ordered. She obeyed, feeling the head of his cock wedging into her throat once again. She adjusted her angle even as she grabbed his leg for balance, and sank deeper.
The helpless whimper he let out was incredible. It made her feel powerful and in control, in a way she hadn't been feeling for a long time. She continued to push until her nose was pressing against his skin, his groans getting louder and louder.
Then, his phone rang. "Careful, I'm putting it to speakers," he said. Amy would have protested, but he was quicker. Then, his hand returned to her head, keeping her in place. "Hey, Vicky," he called.
"Where the hell are you?" Vicky called. "You can't imagine how hard it was to distract Mom all night. Luckily, she finally went to sleep without checking. You two owe me one. Also, where's Amy?"
"She's in the back seat, sleeping," Marcus lied. Amy wanted to get angry at him, but it was better than telling him that she was busy swallowing his cock without breathing. "She's tired."
"How. Should I get worried that she lied and visited a boyfriend," Vicky said. "Do I need to break some knees?"
"Well, mostly true," he said, and Amy panicked, not understanding what he was driving at.
"What do you mean?"
"She visited a girlfriend, and when she returned, her lips were suspiciously bruised. And, I think she's limping a bit."
"No, she did not!" Vicky gasped in shock. "Maybe you're reading into it?"
"Well, I have seen her giving a goodnight kiss, and it was certainly not friendly. It looks like she has some surprises."
Amy wanted to freeze as he continued to speak, but his hand once again found her hair, treating her like a toy as he fucked her throat. She was lucky that his car was loud enough to make the engine sound suppress her gags and gasps.
Vicky spoke a while later. "You know what, it makes sense. It explains all the double dates that I arranged for her failing."
"I still think it's your terrible taste in picking a date for her. I have seen the way she looks for me. Believe me, she bats both sides."
Before today, Amy would have disagreed with that statement vehemently. She only had feelings toward ladies — well, one particular lady. But, she couldn't. Marcus had disproved that assumption … several times … all over her.
She relaxed her throat to take him even deeper, his grunt arousing her even more.
"Send me your location. I'll come pick Amy up so that if Mom catches us, I can claim that there was an emergency."
"Sure," he responded much to her shock. "We're going to park and wait for you."
"I'll be there in five minutes," she said and ended the call.
He pulled to the side even as he let her go. "You're a bastard, there's no other explanation," Amy growled once she managed to catch her breath. She wanted to get angry, but it was hard to do when he pulled her to his lap, pushed his seat back, and slid inside.
Then, he started speaking as he pumped inside her. "Maybe, but you have to admit, it was a good way to explain why you're wearing such slutty clothes, exhausted, and bruised. We don't want Vicky to get suspicious, right? If she dumps me, we won't be able to do it again."
"Like I would ever want to repeat it," Amy growled in anger, which might have been more convincing if she wasn't jumping up and down on his cock, each push giving her more pleasure. "I just don't want Vicky to get hurt."
"Then I'm lucky you're such a thoughtful sister," he replied even as he tightened his hands on her ass, squeezing hard enough to hurt. Amy said nothing, as with pain came pleasure. "But, you have to admit, it'll be a good way to explain your outfit."
"True," she admitted helplessly. She was wearing the corset and skirt combo that she had first picked, which certainly required a lot of convincing to prove she wasn't mastered. It was an understatement to say that they were not her usual style.
He chuckled in response. "As much as teasing you is fun, you need to start working harder. We don't have a lot of time left, and we don't want to get caught by Vicky."
"W-we don't," she whispered. With that, she did her best to pick up speed, her hips dancing aggressively to stroke his cock even more. As his cock slid deeply in and out of her pussy, the pleasure invaded her being as well. "Do you like fucking this little innocent healer," she suddenly whispered.
"Yes, innocent," he said even as he pulled her corset down enough to capture her nipple, and bit hard enough to send another mixed wave of pain and pleasure."Innocent enough to whore herself in a car like a two-bit whore. Imagine what they would say if they caught the great Panacea like this?"
"T-they will ruin me," she gasped, but the thought excited her. The idea that fewer people would ask for her healing was simply too tempting.
She continued to ride him even as he teased her, but she was already at the edge. "Please, cum inside me. Fill me with your cum," she begged. That proved to be decisive. He picked up speed, finally triggering another climax, and moments later, he started spurting inside her.
"Vicky is here, act like you're sleeping," he said even as he pushed her to the passenger seat, and opened the door. "Hey, Vicky," he waved even as Amy followed his order.
They started chatting. Amy appreciated the chance to catch her breath, as it was hard to fake being asleep while gasping for air.
That appreciation didn't last long, replaced by a combination of desire and fury as he started kissing Vicky, who didn't resist even for a second despite the risk of getting caught. A chance they chose to reduce by … getting to the backseat.
Any tensed when Vicky moaned. "Careful. We don't want to wake her up."
"Don't worry, she's clearly too tired to wake up," he said even as his hips moved once more, and started fucking Vicky merely a minute after he cummed in her. She had to admit, it was a daring move.
"You're right though. She definitely looks like she has been fucked recently. And, I had never seen her dressed like that. Who knew she could be so sexy."
Amy felt something inside her flip as Vicky complimented her. She bit her lips as she cracked an eye to catch a glimpse of the show. She wasn't able to see much, but even a glimpse was enough. She carefully slid a finger into her panties and started playing with her.
"Well, those clothes are my gift. She mentioned that she wanted to win a bet with a friend, so I let her pick some stuff from my new wardrobe. Though, I had to admit, when I told her she could pick anything, those were not what I expected."
"Oh, Amy is finally growing up. Maybe she'll even get to second base soon," Vicky commented, which annoyed Amy. It was not fair, as yesterday, that statement would have been correct. But, considering Vicky was currently being railed by the same cock that had been inside her moments before, Amy wasn't feeling particularly generous.
Then, she realized that there was a perfect way to get revenge on both. She started stirring. "Vicky, is that you?" she asked, doing her best to sound sleepy.
"Y-yes, A-Amy," she gasped even as she pushed Marcus back, hard enough for it to echo when he hit the door.
Leaving both of them at the edge as they desperately fixed their clothing. Amy smirked.
It was fun to strike back. Almost as much as she would enjoy flying back home in the arms of Vicky. She stepped out of the car, watching as they struggled to hide the evidence of their activities. Well, Vicky was the only one that was panicking. Marcus wasn't working particularly hard.
"Let's go before Mom catches us," Vicky said. Amy barely held back a chuckle at her amusing state.
But, she had all night to tease Vicky. "See you around, Marcus. And, thanks for the clothes," she said as they started flying away.
The day certainly didn't go as she had expected, but she couldn't say that she hated it.
Maybe she would go as far as claiming that it was … fun.
