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“Wow, Mark, you were right. He really can’t take a hint.”
Mark hears Johnny somewhere behind him. He’d followed him back to his room thanks to an open invitation that he absolutely could not refuse—it may or may not have been to smoke the last of his stash before their higher-ups catch wind of it. Mark had been looking forward to the end of the week for this exact reason. Right now, though, he wishes Johnny was far away from here.
Excuse his greed, but a naked beauty laid out on his bed is everything a man could want.
“I told you,” Mark sighs, stepping around the drooling kid lying bare and expecting. Mark feels his watchful eye following him around the room as he rummages for his stash, but he is only a man—he can’t ignore the stirring below his belt at the image of his student’s fat tits spilled over his chest, nor his bare pussy begging to be spread and fucked. “He’s fucking obsessed with me. I don’t even know how he got in here but I don’t care.”
To be fair, Mark has kept a relatively chilled demeanor around Lee Donghyuck up until now. Fourteen years old and built like a goddess, with bronzed legs spanning for miles and a face prettier than a girl’s. He’s been Mark’s student for a little over a semester, and since then he’d done everything in his power to seduce him into bed.
Mark refused to play into Donghyuck’s games. He has integrity, dignity, and an image to uphold as the school’s most respected teacher. No amount of fat ass and big tits is worth the jail time if caught, even if laid out on a platter, steamy and waiting for Mark to take a bite. He told Johnny just as much. Hell, he tells Johnny everything—he’s his closest coworker here, and the only one worse than he is when it comes to fantasizing over brutalizing teenage pussy. Johnny understands his reservations, but he’s said so himself: nothing can stop him from bedding one of his students if they asked for it.
And Donghyuck’s been asking for it.
“Daddy,” Donghyuck whines. Mark isn’t even looking at him but he can tell he’s pouting. “I didn’t know you were bringing a friend. I would’ve dressed more presentable.”
Johnny scoffs. Shameless.
“You’re not even dressed at all.” Mark keeps his tone leveled as he rolls up. He’s never been great at it, it’s usually Johnny’s thing. But he seems to be a bit preoccupied ogling the pretty little thing perched on his bed to help him. Not like he can blame him.
“Don’t worry gorgeous, you look great.” Johnny shines his million dollar smile. Donghyuck perks up like the bird he is, pushing his chest out to attract more ogling. And it works—Johnny rakes his eyes over the boy’s mole dotted frame. It’s gross, grimy, but Donghyuck squirms under his gaze regardless. “More than great.”
“Try to keep your dick in your pants, Suh.” Mark refrains from tacking on a He’s mine because, well, Donghyuck isn’t his per se. No matter how badly he wants to be. He’s a free agent—technically Johnny can have him if he so desires to, which judging by the carnivorous look painted on his face, Mark can say he absolutely does.
“You’re crazy if you think I’ll pass up on this tight body,” Johnny steps forward to the edge of the bed, where Donghyuck sits with his legs beneath him. Pretty and obedient. He easily takes his jaw in one fell swoop, palm eclipsing his cheek. Donghyuck whimpers at the rough handling, but Mark knows he likes it. If he had a tail, it’d be wagging like he'd fly away.
Johnny thumbs at his plump lower lip, and Donghyuck takes it into his mouth no problem. The older man hums, “What a doll you are, huh? Can Mister Suh fuck you too? Or are you saving yourself for Mister Lee?”
Donghyuck mewls past his thumb, eyes lidded like they’re threatening sleep. No, he’s just horny to the point of a mind break. Fucking whore.
Mark rolls his eyes. He gives up on his second blunt—they’re both misshapen to Hell, but they’ll get the job done. He just needs to get high. Hopefully he can rid himself of the chubbed up boner in his slacks, courtesy of Donghyuck.
“Mark, you sure you don’t want him?” Johnny sounds breathless. Most likely from staving off his own erection that is very obviously poking through his pants. Johnny’s tall, so it’s almost at eye level with Donghyuck, who stares not so subtly at what Johnny has to offer. Clearly, Mark isn’t the only teacher Donghyuck has been thirsting over. Or maybe it’s a matter of convenience—Johnny is more than willing to give, and Mark not so much.
“I never said that.” Mark tries not to sound agitated. He’s really not, he just can’t find his lighter and the wet noises coming from Donghyuck greedily sucking around Johnny’s added fingers are getting to him bad. “He’s just annoying, following me around everywhere. And too young. I can’t risk it.”
Sick minded Johnny doesn’t buy it, of course.
“Risk what? The bitch is asking for it. Look,” Johnny rips his fingers from Donghyuck’s mouth and grabs at his jaw again, this time turning him to meet Mark. And for some reason, Mark looks. “You’re telling me this isn’t worth the risk?”
Donghyuck presents himself nicely. A darker pink shade blooms across his neck down to his chest, where his nipples have since pebbled over, begging to be sucked and played with. Mark can only assume Donghyuck dolled himself up before finding his way into his abode, but now his hair fringe has fallen into his line of sight, and his eyes glow behind it like prey waiting and willing to be eaten. The thin film of sweat already coating his body casts a delicious sheen around his assets—Mark imagines him oiled up for him, maybe donning the world’s thinnest bikini too. He’d definitely be into that.
Donghyuck slightly spreads his legs apart some more. Mark can see his cunt from here, shaved, bald, and a flushed rose color that he catches himself salivating to have a taste of.
“Fuck,” Mark is hard. Painfully so. He stands too fast and he swears he might vomit, but he needs a breather. Preferably far away from here. “I’m gonna go find a lighter.”
Johnny sends a knowing gaze and an equally knowing grin. Yeah, he knows too much.
“Alright, man. Don’t blame me if I have fun with this little thing while you’re gone.”
Mark doesn’t even dignify him with a response—he’s already booking it out the bedroom door. He hears a muffled How old are you, baby? behind him and he tries his hardest not to bust his load at the thought of Johnny indulging Donghyuck without even knowing his age. Sick fuck.
Prison isn’t worth it. Prison isn’t worth it. Prison isn’t worth it. Mark chants this like a mantra in his head. He’s finding his so-called integrity unraveling the longer Donghyuck is in that room, and it’s all thanks to Johnny.
Honestly, though, he can’t put all the blame on Johnny. Donghyuck’s persistence has admittedly been wearing him down since the semester began. Mark has already racked his brain trying to find the answer as to why Donghyuck would go to such lengths for not only his attention but also his dick, but he came up short. It’s not like Mark isn’t used to students fawning over him. He’s had his fair share of love letters passed onto him, and his ears have fallen victim to the hallway whispers of what the girls think of his broad enough shoulders and fit frame. His coworkers find it hilarious, and so did Mark once upon a time. None of his students then caught his eye.
Not until Donghyuck.
Donghyuck, who wears dress shirts a size lower to accentuate his cleavage and skirts above his mid-thigh in spite of the uniform dress code. Donghyuck, who spends all of class time staring at Mark’s back than actually writing down notes. Donghyuck, who flashed Mark his bra-clad chest during office hours and sat pretty on his desk begging to be fucked. Donghyuck, who finally got half of what he wanted and came on Mark’s fingers pressed deep in his cunt.
Okay, yeah, maybe Mark lied and his self control isn’t actually that great. He can’t be blamed for it—Donghyuck has been throwing himself at him since day one. Plus, technically he never fucked him. Fingering should’ve been enough, but it only made him more insatiable, to the point of breaking into his room for a dicking down. Like a fucking bottomless pit.
Great, now he’s stuck with an insanely stiff hard-on pleading for release, despite his efforts to ward it off. And he still can’t find his stupid fucking lighter, shit.
Mark wills himself to breathe easy. In and out. He’s always been the level headed one—his reputation precedes him for a reason. So what if the one underaged student he’s been lusting over for the past three months is in his bedroom right now, presenting his hole for him? He’s better than that, he can rise above the carnal craving even if it feels impossible. Because he’s Mark Lee and he got this far without totally succumbing to his thirst. He can make it even farther.
Perfect timing, Mark finally finds his lighter tucked deep in one of his kitchen drawers. How annoying, but it gave him enough time to calm himself down in all aspects. He’s more than ready to tame the beast: get Donghyuck fully clothed and kick him out of his room. He might even call his parents and inform them of what their whore of a son has been up to, but he needs to consider it more.
With his head held as high as his spirits now are, Mark makes his way back to his bedroom, only for everything to crash and burn upon his arrival. He should have known Johnny would make do with his promise—he’d already fully undressed himself and edged even closer towards the bed, where Donghyuck kneels and takes his cock in his mouth like a pro. Johnny holds him steady with his burly hands anchored on his skull as he fucks his mouth. Donghyuck’s makeup is already smeared to the gods. Mark wouldn’t be shocked if Donghyuck purposely chose mascara that isn’t waterproof so as to look even more broken than he actually is. He surely wouldn’t put it past him.
“Jesus, Johnny, what the fuck.” Mark breathes on a particularly harsh thrust of his, Donghyuck wetly gagging as a result. All that work he just did is swirling down the drain as he speaks; his cock is rock fucking hard and eager to have a turn.
Johnny pays him no mind, ignoring him for the sake of manhandling Donghyuck some more. He inches a hand down to grope at Donghyuck’s chest, his fat tits spilling between his fingers. He whines and gurgles out something incomprehensible, but Johnny takes it as a sign to keep going.
“Yeah, you like that? Fucking slut,” a quick slap on the meat of his breast has Donghyuck reeling. Johnny doesn’t let up one bit. “You’d just give it up for any teacher in here, huh? So easy.”
A part of Mark believes his words initially—maybe this isn’t Donghyuck’s first rodeo. Who knows what he got up to prior to his enrollment at this school. Has he seduced his previous teacher just like this, naked and prepped to be taken? Did they get caught?
But a greedier part of him wants to assume that no, Mark is his first teacher crush. Mark is an obsession like none other he’s had, and his determination strived from nothing else besides everything Mark has to offer and more. Mark will be Donghyuck’s first, he’ll make sure of it.
Mark approaches the bed without much thought. He’s too enthralled to do anything else though, watching the scene before him like it’s too good to be true. It really is—Johnny mouth-raping Donghyuck to the point of saliva and tears running in rivulets along his cleavage is something to take a picture of. But he can barely move now without his body feeling like it’s on fire. Donghyuck has that effect, clearly.
Funnily enough, despite the violence inflicted on his throat and jaw, Donghyuck’s eyes are on Mark’s. They always have been, and Mark wants so badly to give in now. The little morals he had left are crumbling at the seams, but he couldn’t care less even if he tried.
Surprisingly, Johnny is nice enough to give Donghyuck ample time to breathe in between. Knowing him, he would continue until the boy passes out on his dick, and still keep going after that, but Mark has a feeling that he’s preparing Donghyuck for something greater.
Donghyuck gags again, swallows, and Mark and Johnny both groan.
“You kids these days just know how to suck dick right out the womb, I swear,” Johnny roars with laughter. “Fuck, I wanna keep you all to myself. Would you let me, baby?”
Donghyuck dissents with a shake of his head, the best he can anyway. He pulls off with Johnny’s permission, but only for a moment.
“Nuh uh. Want Daddy to keep me. He needs to touch me.”
Oh, okay. That definitely has Mark spiraling a little. Both him and his strained cock. Johnny brings him back in, laughing again.
“You greedy bitch. Couldn’t even indulge me a little, huh? You’re just so obsessed with Mark.” There’s no venom behind his tone like his words imply. It’s all in jest, Mark knows that. But fuck does it feel good to hear that. With how high strung he is now, Mark is lapping up every last drop of Donghyuck’s self proclaimed Mark Lee addiction.
Johnny might just puncture Donghyuck’s larynx at the speed and strength he’s going, but Donghyuck still takes it all without complaint. It really makes Mark wonder if Donghyuck has been in this position before, letting an older man abuse his throat. No virgin has the stamina he has, that’s for certain.
“Gonna come. Yeah, gonna come all over your stupid little throat,” the slick wet sounds of Donghyuck’s mouth encourage the threat, though it’s not really a threat when Donghyuck looks excited for it. So excited, his hand has since slipped below and between his legs, rubbing himself off to a similar tempo. “Or maybe your face. Would you like that? You’d look pretty in white.”
Donghyuck’s chest heaves like a weight is sitting on it. Mark would pity him if he wasn’t enjoying every last second. Johnny doesn’t really expect him to answer anyway, not with his dick in his mouth. And he surely isn’t going to stop for him to respond. Not when he’s this close.
It takes some more minutes—Mark refuses to blink even once as he watches Johnny come undone. And he comes a lot, without much warning either. Donghyuck jerks in his hold, eyes glazed over yet he still swallows what he can before Johnny releases him. He’s still coming when he pulls out and jerks off, keeping another promise to paint his face in white ropes. There’s only enough left to coat his cheek and bottom lip, but Donghyuck looks gorgeous anyway, just as Johnny predicted.
“Yeah, that’s it. Just like that,” Johnny watches the boy lick up whatever he can reach like a crazed man, and fuck, Mark is growing so ridiculously impatient. He’s already decided he’s going to fuck him, caution thrown to the wind as soon as he re-entered the room.
Greed sure is one hell of a drug—Johnny scoops up the remnants of his spillage and swats Donghyuck’s hand away from his taint to replace it with his, rubbing his come all over. The kid’s tits bounce as he moans and rides Johnny’s fingers without abandon. He can easily rival a pornstar’s attitude, ready-made for a camera. Really, Mark can make thousands off this shit. Whoring Donghyuck out for the internet to see, he’s sure he wouldn’t mind.
“Hng— sir, I want it,” he’s practically drooling all over himself, face and body a fucking whorish mess. His tongue lolls out, so crazily desperate that it breaks something inside of Mark, something he’s unable to describe with words.
“Dude, you’ve had your fun now. Move the fuck over,” Mark sidles up and not so subtly nudges Johnny aside, ripping his hand away. Johnny, of course, takes no offense. He’d been waiting for Mark to reach his breaking point—really, he held out longer than he expected him to.
Johnny steps back as he’s told, allowing Mark full access and diverting his attention away to what he came here to do in the first place: to fucking smoke.
He does laugh, though. He knew Mark was bullshitting earlier about not taking risks or whatever. He doesn’t know anyone who would pass up on a body like Donghyuck’s if the opportunity presented itself. “I thought he was too young for you.”
Mark is already shoving his clothes off with a speed Johnny’s never seen him move in. Can’t blame a man for his hunger. He can blame him for his poorly rolled blunts that Johnny doesn’t miss the chance to poke fun at. Still, he grabs at the lighter Mark found and does his thing. Weed is weed, anyway.
“Forget that. I need to fuck this bitchcunt like he’s been begging for.” Mark stares down at Donghyuck like he’s about to eat him alive. And Donghyuck fucking loves it too. “That’s what you wanted, right? You wanted Daddy to rape your teenage pussy?”
Donghyuck nearly squeals in delight.
“Yes! Please, Daddy. I need it so bad. Please give it to me,” he pushes his chest out again, all wet just like his stupid cunt. “I want it I want it I want it, please—”
Mark doesn’t even let him finish, instead maneuvering him so he’s laid flat on his back, spread legs and spread pussy. He strikes down on his mound a few times, tiny slaps to have him gasping and sobbing for more, or less. Donghyuck isn’t really sure anymore. He’s out of his fucking mind.
“Shit, he’s really begging for it.” Johnny says on the exhale, already sounding a bit sluggish. His tolerance isn’t the same as it used to be, admittedly. That doesn’t stop him from enjoying the blunt in his hand, nor does it stop his cock from ever so slightly twitching back to life. He can’t help himself—blood rushes south at the sight of Mark treating Donghyuck’s body like nothing but waste.
Donghyuck is still babbling nonsense when Mark pumps his cock with the fluids available to him: Johnny’s cum spread all over Donghyuck’s slick cunt. It doesn’t go unnoticed either. Johnny barks a side comment while Donghyuck whines some more.
“Already such a slut at fourteen,” Mark scoffs, teasing his cockhead through his folds. “Begging for dick from older men like you’ll die if you don’t get it.”
Donghyuck’s voice is still hoarse when he says with fluttering lashes, “Only yours, Daddy. Only want yours.”
Fuck. He can’t take it. The ego boost is something else.
“Yeah? You’d let a sicko like me stretch you out? Would you let me fuck that tight little ass of yours too?” Mark admittedly hadn’t considered anal until right at that moment, but shit, if the time called for it he’d slip right in. He reminds Donghyuck of such with his cockhead at his rim, only for a second.
Donghyuck seizes and moans. “Uh huh, fill up all my whore holes, Daddy.”
He sounds like he hardly knows what he’s saying at this point, and Mark wants to take advantage of it to the fullest. What else can he get Donghyuck to agree to? Perks of fucking a kid barely entering puberty, their frontal lobe is nonexistent.
Also, Mark really, really wants to record this.
“Johnny, get my phone,” he doesn’t tear his eyes away from the haloed beauty for one second when he asks. He hears Johnny snicker from beside him before his unlocked phone reaches his palm, already on the camera app. Words hadn’t even been said and Johnny already knew what type of timing he’s on. That’s true friendship.
“Look at you, already a fucking mess and I haven’t even stuck my dick inside you yet.” Mark sounds mean honestly, but Donghyuck likes mean. He’d been waiting for Mean Mark since forever so he’s going to enjoy all of this and more.
Mark points the camera up from his bust to his face. “How old are you? Fourteen?” He already knows that, of course, but he’s playing it up for the sake of the video that he’ll most definitely be rewatching later until his phone gets tired.
Donghyuck dumbly nods, his hands drifting downwards to grope himself, squeezing his tits for the camera. Mark groans loud, “Fuck, baby, those tits make you look older. But that face, you could pass for ten. Would ruin that ten year old pussy too. Wish you met me earlier, I wouldn’t have let you go.”
This seems to rile Donghyuck up a whole lot, who grinds down on Mark’s still teasing cock. He’s become a bit too preoccupied with filming to fuck him like he claims he wants to, so he cries about it.
“Daddy, please, fuck me. Fuck my pussy. ‘s so tight for you.” Mark swears there are crystalline tears at Donghyuck’s waterline, threatening to spill. Wow, he’s really fucking desperate. It’s almost impressive.
Mark laughs in his face.
“Dirty whore. It better be tight. I didn’t even let Johnny fuck you and he really wanted to.” Speaking of, Mark gives his friend one glance: he’s nearly done with his blunt, eyes fixed on the two of them like a horny spectator. And horny he is, dick hard against his stomach, ready for a second round.
Still, Mark keeps him busy by handing him back his phone. One look and Johnny, even in his spaced out state, takes the hint and records them both.
Finally, Mark can dedicate everything to this: spreading Donghyuck out thin on his cock as he slides in, pushing to the hilt without much care of whether he can handle it or not. He’s met with some resistance, Donghyuck clenching and struggling to breathe with a cock the size of his forearm threatening to dislodge his guts.
“Yup, tight as a bitch,” Mark grits out once he’s a mere halfway inside. Donghyuck is already sobbing, though, both sobbing for more and for Mark to slow down. It’s a conflicting feeling, but Mark plans on only listening to one side.
He forces the rest of his way in, and all the air is wrung out of Donghyuck’s lungs. His cries ring loud in Mark’s ears, deliciously sweet.
“Look at my cock kissing your pussy, shit.” Mark might actually bust early. He’s sure he can get it up again for a second round if Donghyuck begs hard enough, but his ego would surely take a hit regardless. Still, it’s difficult to hold back the way he should—all he wants to do is rail the kid into the mattress like he intended to all this while. And Donghyuck would absolutely let him.
“Daddy— hah, I can’t,” Donghyuck remains breathless and pitchy, hands still fondling his chest. Mark takes notice in the way his eyes move over to the camera at times, licking and biting his lips like he’s made for it. Yeah, he was born a slut.
Mark, with no forewarning, takes hold of Donghyuck’s legs under his thighs and pushes up, knees bent at the chest before he pulls out just enough to ram back in.
“Yeah, yeah! Fuck me like that— just like that, yeah.” Donghyuck is clinically cockdumb at this point, yet still has the clarity to be as vocal as he is. Mark considers it a feat. He’s already taken the reign of Donghyuck’s hips to pound his barely teenage pussy properly, obliterating him with each thrust until he practically melts into nothingness beneath him.
They fuck like jackrabbits, Mark burning holes with his eyes into Donghyuck’s everything. He’s slowed down on pinching his nipples and whatnot, but Mark can’t have that. Not at all.
“Keep playing with your tits for me, like that. Such big gorgeous tits for your age. I’m sure they’d get even bigger once I knock you up, full of milk. You’d look so sexy pregnant. My child bride. Just keep pumping babies out for me and I’ll make you my wife.”
Mark’s mouth runs like a faucet. He just can’t stop—the dam has been broken and he’s lost all inhibitions. Nothing is stopping him from reaching into the darkest parts of himself and spewing them at a more than willing Donghyuck whose eyes brighten at the thought of being a breeding bitch for Mister Lee.
“Fuck, look at his stomach,” Johnny angles the camera towards it, and lo and behold, Mark watches Donghyuck’s distended stomach bulge with his cock at every snap of his hips.
“Wow, look at you, you can barely handle your Daddy’s pedo cock,” Mark bends him even further in half, and he briefly worries for his spine. He gives him some mercy and unravels him just a bit, though it’s clear that Donghyuck is flexible, malleable even.
Donghyuck shakes his head so hard Mark fears he’ll get whiplash. “No no, I can handle it. I can be good.”
He tears up again. Mark can appreciate sincerity, and he seems sincere. Sincere enough for Mark to keep going. Not like he was planning on stopping, anyway. He just likes fucking with Donghyuck.
“Ah, Mark, I’m so hard it’s starting to hurt,” Johnny sounds like he’s bullshitting, but his dick speaks for itself, red and solid between his legs. He stands at the bedside and inches closer to Donghyuck’s face, one hand still positioning the phone right. He takes his cameraman duties pretty seriously.
“Do you mind?” He says it to both Mark and Donghyuck, the latter of whom stares cross-eyed at his cock nearing his lips. The image of Johnny’s razor sharp grin pushes Mark to answer for the both of them, because he’s a perv and would kill to see Donghyuck impaled on both ends.
Johnny wastes no time—he tugs at his dick a bit before laying his cockhead on his bottom lip, urging Donghyuck to take him. And take he does, unhinging his jaw to let Johnny press into his wet heat once again. Mark can’t keep his eyes off, Donghyuck already gagging on cock while his reddish cunt gets abused. What a sight.
“Lucky bitch you are, getting dick on both sides.” It’s Johnny’s turn to badmouth, apparently. Mark doesn’t envision him lasting long either—he recalls him mentioning his tendency to prematurely ejaculate whilst high. Regardless, Johnny makes sure to angle his camera out so the viewer can see what he’s seeing: a spitroasted slut. “If only you saw how pathetic you looked. Whoring yourself out like this.”
Mark watches Donghyuck’s throat constrict around Johnny’s cock as he’s used as merely a fleshlight, skullfucking him. Donghyuck clenches down on Mark’s dick unbearably tight, and yeah, there’s not a chance in Hell he’ll last past five minutes. And he’s determined to make this last much longer.
He doesn’t think twice when he asks Johnny, “Wanna fuck his ass? I’ll move him for you.”
It takes some time for him to fully process, but once he does, Johnny’s smiling from ear to ear, already slipping his dick from his mouth. A string of saliva connects the two, Donghyuck helpfully lapping it up. “Fuck yeah. Need to see him crying on our cocks at the same time.”
After Johnny settles the phone upright to continue filming on the bedside table, Mark takes action almost immediately, the two men talking over Donghyuck’s body as if he isn’t even in the room. It does something to him, where he can’t make any intelligible noise from his mouth that isn’t a whine. Yeah, cockdumb.
They position him as nicely as they can in their horny, half-high stupor (seriously, Mark might have gotten a contact high from Johnny), with Johnny laid flat underneath Donghyuck, chest against back. Mark is strong but Johnny is buff, and it shows in the way he spreads Donghyuck out even further, dick curved at the cleft of his ass. Donghyuck gurgles and babbles some more, because fuck does he want it bad. So fucking bad.
Mark lets Johnny press in first, rim wet with slick and pre-cum from all three. “Fuck—Christ, this kid is tight.”
Donghyuck is losing his mind. Well, he’s already lost it long ago, but his chest heaves and his eyes roll far back into his skull thanks to the monstrous cock splitting him open. Adding another to the mix might just kill him, and Donghyuck is willing to die for it.
“He’s taking you so well, shit,” Mark cannot stop staring. Johnny holds Donghyuck steady, arms anchored up and over his spanning legs like a tied lace. His cock gapes him open from below, with his own mouth gaping in a silent scream. Would it be insane if the urge to kiss Donghyuck hot on the mouth came right then for Mark? Maybe so.
But Donghyuck is all his, and he has his right to indulge. So Mark leans forward on one arm, the other hand leisurely jerking off. “The perfect teenage whore, just for me.”
Mark licks past his lips beyond easily, tonguing his open mouth like a serpent in the grass. Donghyuck responds in kind, the best he can anyway, with Johnny’s dick picking up a cruel pace already. He more so breathes and huffs into Mark’s mouth after only a minute of it, and Mark wonders just how much fight this kid has left in him. His body has been battered all evening at this point. Though, he did this to himself. He can’t feel bad for him at all.
So he guides his cock towards his empty cunt and pushes in too, refusing him a moment of reprieve between Johnny’s own thrusts. Both men groan at once. Subsequently, Donghyuck falls apart at the seams.
“Oh fuck! Yeah yeah yeah— fuck my ass, fuck my pussy.” Donghyuck drools all over himself, pinching his nipples for maximum effect. “Mmh, love your cocks. So good.”
Johnny laughs, incredulous to Donghyuck’s newfound energy. Mark as well—Donghyuck truly is an insatiable little thing. He’s going to have a lot of fun with him from now on.
Mark leans down and, finally, floats his tongue around the meat of Donghyuck’s tit, areola bound. His tits are really one of a kind, and Mark would be damned if he didn’t allow himself a taste before they finish off here. The dumb slut even jiggles the breast in his mouth a bit, enticing him more. Mark licks and sucks and licks some more—it’s impossible to get enough in one go.
Mark hears some wet, slick sounds from above, and he can only assume Johnny reached around and decided on doing the same, licking across his mouth with a practiced ease. Donghyuck must be completely and utterly overwhelmed if his constant mewling is anything to go by.
“Feel so good around my cock, baby. So good for us, so perfect.” Johnny whispers under his breath, still tonguing Donghyuck’s mouth. He may just be as obsessed with him as Mark is. “Might have to beg Mister Lee to share you with me more often. What do you think?”
Donghyuck doesn’t answer verbally, or at all really—his brain can only keep up with so much. But Mark grunts his dissent. Call it biblical greed, but he wants Donghyuck all to himself after this. Finders keepers, as they say.
The way they all move in tandem with each other is downright obscene, Donghyuck speared on two cocks like he was always meant for this. His kiddie cunt was made to take dick over ten years his senior. That’s just the way the universe works, sorry.
Molten lava tears apart at Mark’s core. He’s unfortunately close, his swollen, heavy balls tightening as a threat to their time together. He’s really trying to push on, in hopes of prolonging this. But between Donghyuck’s hot, tight cunt and Johnny’s cock rupturing him right below his own, Mark has reached the end of his rope.
And just as he goes to say as much, Donghyuck wails loud enough for the room to shake.
“Comingcomingcoming, Daddy ‘m coming!” There’s barely any time before Donghyuck spasms around Mark and squirts, drenching everyone involved. His pissy release is more than welcomed, even when the pressure of it forces Mark’s cock out some inches.
“Shit, I can barely even move. He’s so tight,” Johnny groans and stills as he watches the last of Donghyuck’s petty spurts. “Tight and sexy. What a dream.”
“You fucking whore, messing up my sheets like this,” Mark pretends like Donghyuck squirting didn’t absolutely send him to the brink, holding his breath to push right back in and beat his teenie pussy again. He only holds out on a couple more thrusts before his own climax hits him like a ton of bricks.
“Jesus fuck—” They moan together, lengthy and drawn out. Mark paints his walls white, gushing of cum until his balls have exhausted it all. And he has a lot of it, apparently. Mark is sure he’ll actually impregnate him with how deep he’s gone, breaching his cervix and all. He’s stuck between popping him a Plan B or letting nature take its course—he knows he’s letting his dick think for him on that second option, but he’d really do anything to see Donghyuck’s round belly and milk laden tits before he dies, carrying his seed.
Mark catches his breath as he empties himself inside, while Johnny stands by rather impatiently.
“C’mon, Mark, move,” Johnny’s voice comes out more as a groan than a demand, and Mark stifles a laugh. He’s sure he can hardly wait any longer to have his way with Donghyuck, so he grants him his wish. Not before grabbing the still recording phone from the nightstand and angling the camera as he pulls out slow and steady. Lewd isn’t even the word—Donghyuck subconsciously clenches around Mark all throughout, then clenches even more to keep his cum inside the best he can. He whines when some inevitably spills. He doesn’t even think twice to plug himself up with his two digits, smearing white along his fucked out folds. And Mark catches it all on film.
“Yeah, fuck Daddy’s cum back inside that cunt. Just like that.” Mark breathes behind the camera, fixated on Donghyuck’s drooling pussy. Donghyuck, like the teenage whore he is, puts on a show for him, spreading his lips apart to show his gaping cunt to the camera with his glazed over stare.
“Such a fucking slut,” Mark thumbs at his clit for just a moment before giving him peace, Donghyuck’s thighs shaking at the feeling. And poor Johnny is one second away from pushing Mark off the bed completely, but he has some semblance of decency to acknowledge that he wouldn’t have had access to Donghyuck like this without him. So he waits.
Mark finally pulls back, getting a wide shot of Johnny dwarfing Donghyuck’s body and filling his ass up. Their size difference is great material to jerk off to alone. And he’d never admit this to him, but watching a guy as big as Johnny in all aspects drill Donghyuck’s small, childish frame has him seeing stars.
“Go ahead, Johnny. Make him fucking cry.” There’s a sadistic edge to Mark’s laugh—he can’t lie and say he wouldn’t enjoy Donghyuck’s misery like this, drinking up his tears like they’re his oasis.
Johnny certainly wouldn’t be opposed to it either, judging by the way he snakes his arms further up from where they held Donghyuck’s legs apart, places his hands on either side of his skull, and plants his feet on the bed to jackhammer into him with spite. Full nelson, Mark briefly notes Donghyuck’s body almost folded in half and his legs suspended in air, both tanned and flushed like the rest of him. His arms are trapped under Johnny’s, too, unable to move under such force. Honestly, Mark is this close to coming again. Untouched.
Johnny manages to punch out an endless string of bruised uh, uh, uh’s from the kid, whose eyes cross and tongue lolls out resembling hentai Mark has dabbled in before. But nothing else compares to the real deal, watching Donghyuck come undone to the violence suffered by his hole. Johnny’s dick must be thicker than a soda can, Mark can say that much.
“Bet he’s drooling like a bitch,” Johnny assumes correctly, though it’s not difficult to predict. All Donghyuck has been doing since they’ve touched him is make a mess of himself.
“Yeah, he is,” Mark bites his lip from a moan as he slowly tugs at his cock again with his free hand. He winces seeing that he’s still a bit sensitive, but how can he will a new erection away when he has a front row seat to this? “All over his tits and everything. Dumb whore.”
Johnny laughs, harder than he expects him to with his cock lodged deep in Donghyuck’s insides. A crazed pounding it is, watching Johnny’s cock disappear every other moment in his hole. Still despite it all, Donghyuck manages a weak, “Daddy’s dumb whore. ‘m all Daddy’s.”
That has Mark trying to match Johnny’s thrusts with his hand, his dick now bulging for a release. What has Donghyuck done to him? He must be downright insane to try and find another orgasm out of him so soon.
“That’s right, all mine,” Mark grunts, tending to the underside of his cock. Johnny analizing this bitch is a memory to keep seared in his mind. Seriously, he hasn’t let up once. Incredible. “All fucking mine.”
It doesn’t take much longer for Johnny to lose the tempo he made for himself. Everything’s sloppy and fucked up, but he sees it to the end. The stamina is a bit lost as well, Johnny sticking to rocking his hips between slower thrusts. Donghyuck revels in it anyway, whining loud and proud that he’s getting dicked down by his teachers. In his eyes, nothing can be better than this.
Besides a few groans, Johnny says nothing when he comes, white ropes stuffing Donghyuck full to the brim. Mark makes sure he captures on camera his hips stuttering to a close, plus his cock plugging him up nice and snug yet cum still leaking through the cracks. And he can’t possibly miss Johnny’s trailing, stocky hands squeezing at anything they can reach, from Donghyuck’s neck to his tits. Mark eggs him on, of course—for both the camera and his own hard-on.
Donghyuck orgasms again shortly after a particularly harsh grip at his throat, almost pitifully so. Tremors ravage his frame like the dick fucked and flipped him inside out. It may as well have—Donghyuck hasn’t been able to speak proper words since Johnny took him on. His babbling is cute in a my cock is so fucking hard kind of way.
Johnny moans and pushes in one last time for good measure, just before withdrawing completely to pull Donghyuck out of contortion and reach downstream, spreading his cheeks apart for the camera and all its witnesses to see. He’s violent with it, grasping each ass globe and squeezing to show his gaping, leaking hole. The rim is puffy and swollen like his cunt is, dripping with any cum Donghyuck can’t keep inside him. And try as he might, his hole is just too stretched to do so.
“Oh yeah, that’s it. So fucking hot,” Mark’s still jacking off behind cam, zooming into Donghyuck’s ass. “You did a number on him, fuck. He can barely clench down, his hole is too big. I bet I can fit my fist in there.”
Donghyuck mumbles something that sounds a lot like a green light to try, but looking at the state of him now, it’s safe to say that Mark is beginning to feel a little bad. Well, not bad enough to lean forward and fist his cock to completion, shooting his cum right in his gaping hole to mix with Johnny’s.
Johnny hisses out another moan as he runs his hand through Donghyuck’s taint, cum everywhere. “Might have to take you up on that offer one day, baby. Would love to see you squirm on my fist.”
Donghyuck barely even reacts other than a distant hum with an equally distant gaze. Yeah, they broke him for sure. The stupid bitch asked for it, though.
Mark finally shuts off the recording and tosses the phone elsewhere. He isn’t sure if it’s the back to back orgasms or what, but he’s definitely craving to smoke now. Luckily Johnny wasn’t greedy and took only one blunt—Mark shifts off the bed to light the other one up, a buzz already flooding his insides before he even inhales.
Meanwhile Johnny untangles himself from the kid, who flops on the bed like deadweight once he’s moved aside. Johnny whistles once he’s had a good look at him, stuck in an almost comatose state.
“He’s knocked clean out,” Johnny taunts Donghyuck’s limp body, which still dribbles out fluids of both men. Mark lets him pluck the blunt from his hand without much of a fight—with everything else, he feels high enough.
A drag of an inhale, and an exhale. Johnny turns to Mark, nodding towards a passed out Donghyuck. “So what’s the plan with him?”
As exhausted as he is, Mark can’t deny the hunger that has yet to be sated. There’s a lot he wants to do with Donghyuck, and thankfully it’s a Friday. With the weekend ahead of them, Mark would be dumb to let him go now. Not like Donghyuck would allow it, anyway. Once he awakens, there’s no chance he won’t be even more obsessed with him than he initially was.
And Mark accepts it with open arms.
He just grins. “We’ll have some more fun with him later.”