Getting In (Amanda's Trilogy) by Isabella Jones Read Free Book Online Page A

open. “I did? Were you really proud?”
    “Oh, yeah, baby girl, I was,” he says softly, moving in a little closer, pulling her to his body so that he can wrap his arms around her from behind. His large hands caress her hips and thighs, then slowly up over the indentation of her waist, and finally to her breasts, still red and flushed from Jennifer’s ministrations. Lisette seems to relax and push herself in closer to Tyrell, and I can imagine his massive cock planted right up against her ass. The two of them seem to be in their own little world now, Jennifer silent next to me. My heart even feels like it has stopped beating; I fear that they’ll notice me and stop what they’re doing.
    But Tyrell has his eyes closed, and he’s massaging Lisette’s heavy tits, squeezing them, lifting them up in his hands, cupping them, letting his fingers draw circles around her swollen areolas before they tweak her nipples. He moves swiftly around her, then lifts her up in his arms, positioning her so her breasts are in his face, and he begins kissing them, licking them with the pleasure of a little kid who got two scoops of vanilla ice cream for dessert. Lisette has her head thrown back, and as I correctly guessed, the chick does have super-sensitive tits. She’s moaning, and with her legs wrapped around Tyrell’s waist, she’s rubbing her crotch against his body. Tyrell is moving from nipple to nipple frantically, sucking them into his mouth, rolling them against his tongue, and Lisette bends her head forward so she’s got her face pressed to the side of his.
    “Baby, I gotta have you,” he groans, pulling himself away from her tits. “Like right now.” He loosens his hold, and Lisette slides down until she’s standing up and they’re facing each other.  
    He pushes down on her shoulders, and Lisette stops the trail of kisses she running down his own smooth, muscular shoulders.
    “You want it … like that?”
    “Oh, yeah,” he whispers. “I got to have you like that.”
    Lisette turns and gets down on her hands and knees, presenting Tyrell with access from behind. And I get another look at Tyrell’s cock as he kneels down behind her. Unbelievably, it’s even bigger, thicker, than it was before. He winces as his takes his dick in hand—the thing looks like it’s going to explode—and gingerly rolls on a condom that he’s pulled out from under the rug they’re on. They must have to special-order condoms for this dude.
    Watching, knowing that I’m going to see this girl get pounded by a hot guy with the biggest cock I’ve ever seen in my life, is … what can I say? It’s legend. It’s the most arousing thing I’ve witnessed in my life. All the places where my body has sweat glands are wet, my underwear is soaked, and my clit aches for release. But weirdly, I don’t want to join in, at least right now. Sure, if I were alone with the guy, I’d be all over him. The way I’m feeling right now, ready to explode like Tyrell in front of me, I’d be all over Lisette, too. A threesome with them might be some kind of fun. But releasing myself in front of an audience isn’t my thing. I just want to watch, observe, listen, use their pleasure for my pleasure. I guess this whole experience has made me realize I’m not so much an exhibitionist, but a world-class voyeur.
    “Please don’t make it hurt,” Lisette is saying, and Jennifer, who hasn’t made a sound till now, shifts in her seat. I find myself hoping that she’ll keep her mouth shut and let things play out to a satisfactory conclusion. In fact, I wish she weren’t here at all. Tyrell, Lisette and I? We’d be cool playing by ourselves.
    Tyrell has one hand on Lisette’s hip; the other hand he uses to guide his tip into her.
    “I’m trying not to, baby, but you’re tight. Real tight.”
    I can see he’s struggling to get in, and Lisette is wincing, pulling her hips away from him.
    “Lisette!” Jennifer says sharply, and I deflate inside,