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Georgia. “She’s so ripe for it. Don’t tell me you aren’t tempted? Which do you want? Pussy or asshole? Take your pick.”
    He scowled, but shifted, looking from me to Georgia and back again. “This is fucked up. Aren’t you her dad or some shit?”
    “Stepdad,” I said. “For what it counts. It works for us, it can work for you, I’m sure.”
    “And you’re up for this, are you?” he asked Georgia. “Is this why you brought me here?”
    She nodded, fixing him in her most alluring smile. “Come on, Mikey. It can be our secret. We’re good with secrets.”
    “No shit.”
    Slowly she moved, stalking like a cat until she was on him, freeing his cock from his jeans. “You’re hard,” she grinned. “I knew you would be.”
    “No fucking way.”
    Her hand worked its magic, and his own cock betrayed him. Story of every man’s life. “Fuck,” he groaned. “What’s the deal? If I go along with this, you’ll delete those pictures?”
    “Yes,” I confirmed. “That can be another little secret.”
    Mike seemed to relax, slumping back against the headboard as Georgia made herself comfortable on his lap. She ground against him like a lap dancer, shooting me a pretty smile over her shoulder. “I’m not gay,” he groaned. “No funny business.”
    “Touch her,” I said. “Forget I’m even here.”
    The envy was divine. It coursed through my spine as I watched Georgia at play with another man. She was a siren, snaring him so perfectly he’d never stood a chance. Sweet Jesus. I watched her intently, savouring every gasp of pleasure, every twitch of her perfect body. When Mikey was in his stride, his face buried deep between her thighs, I made my move. He shot me a look, but didn’t object as I took my place beside her. I’d done this before, more times that I cared to count, but not when it mattered.
    Today it mattered.
    Today it was all about Georgia.
    For all the jibes I’d made at his expense, the guy did ok. He was half decent with his tongue, enthusiastic enough to bring her to her peak with a little fumbling. A firm pinch of her nipples toppled her over, and she juddered between us, a beautiful flower unfurling in her splendour.
    I stroked my knuckles along her cheekbone, smiling down on the girl who’d possessed me. “You ready for this?” I whispered.
    Her smile told me all I needed to know.
    Mikey gawped at the pair of us, awkward and stilted. “Relax,” I said. “You’ll take her pussy, I’m sure you can manage that.”
    “I dunno about this,” he muttered, but already he was leaning back into position, easing her up onto him. Georgia was on his cock in a heartbeat, finding her groove as she circled her hips in fluid motion. I watched the tension in her shoulders, the curve of her beautiful spine.
    She startled when I placed a hand on her back, guiding her forward to lay on Mikey’s chest. She shuddered as I ran a finger down the tight groove of her ass, moaning as I eased my thumb inside, working her wide.
    I positioned myself, the hard slap of Mikey’s balls against mine adding to my excitement. He was too horny to notice, and far, far too horny to have cared. My mouth was at her ear, breath hot on her skin.
    “Ready, baby?” I whispered.
    “Fuck yes,” she groaned. “Take me.”
    She was tight. Really, really fucking tight. It hurt her, I know, it always hurts first time. Her grunts were wild, shoulders hunched as I worked my way into her tight little ass. I could feel the ridge of Mikey’s cock against mine, so fucking good.
    “Shit,” he groaned. “That’s fucking epic.”
    “Harder,” I said. “Fuck her, Mike, show her what we’ve got.”
    Mikey surprised me, more of a man than I took him for. He pulled her flat to his chest, slamming his cock deep and using her shoulders as leverage. “You like this, huh?” he barked. “Like two cocks in you?”
    “Yes!” she squealed. “Fuck me, Mikey! Fucking fuck me!”
    We pounded her in a harmony of sweat and