Mystery at MacMaster ch.9 (epilogue)

Author's Note: Chapter nine? But didn't we already do chapter ten?!

We did. This is a little follow-up, or epilogue, to the ninth chapter! Just a short little thingy!

Still working on the book and the monthly short, with a full, proper MacMaster chapter coming very soon! Enjoy!

[story] [fu/fu] [all characters are 18+]

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‭‭‭“What the fuck is Senecadoing here?”

“Blow me.”

“No thanks, I’m fine being the only person I know who hasn’t.”

“Yet.”

“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” Mica sighed as she helped to unbutton the fly of Seneca’s jean shorts. The back of MacMaster’s resident bad girl’s busted-up red sedan wasn’t exactly comfortable, but it offered the room required to do what needed to be done, if perhaps with a few bumped knees and elbows. The last few hours almost felt like a blur – the meeting had gone well, even if there had been some clashing personalities, and they’d discovered so much more about what had happened to Millie. They’d made a new plan, a path forward, and it really seemed like everyone was ready to work as a team. Then… Seneca had approached her as everyone was leaving, and everything had stopped making sense, like the girl had some sort of juvie witchcraft.

Now, here she was, about to pull Seneca’s shorts down and reveal the prize she hadn’t realized she’d wanted.

“Don’t act like you haven’t wanted me from the start, little flamehair,” Seneca teased. “If you’d been as bold as Octavia, you could have gotten in on the action, too – I’m partial to threesomes, anyway.”

“There’s no way you can just shut up while this happens, right?” Mica sighed.

“Unlikely, but it was worth a shot.”

“Ugh, let’s just get this over with,” Mica bit her lip, unzipping Seneca’s denim shorts, and against all better judgment she could already feel herself starting to get hard beneath her skirt, just from the anticipation of sucking Seneca’s cock. Yeah, absolutely had to be witchcraft. As she tugged the delinquent's jet-black panties down, Seneca shrugged out of her leather jacket and pulled her gray tank-top upward, just enough to pop out her firm, perky tits, both nipples pierced with little metal bars. And… dammit. Yeah, Seneca’s cock was absolutely gorgeous. “Holy shit.”

“Sad you waited so long to see it up close?” Seneca grinned wickedly. She’d already hardened almost completely, and her girldick was all anyone could ask for. Bigger than average, but not so much so as to be intimidating. It was thick and smooth, uncut, symmetrical, and sporting an almost imperceptible upward curve. Even the smell was almost intoxicating.

“Keeping this to yourself is a bigger crime than stealing any car,” Mica breathed, almost awestruck, but shook the stars from her head – as excited as she was, she couldn’t give the game away so easily. Nonetheless, she leaned in to stroke her tongue along the beautiful thing’s underside, holding back a quiet moan of contentment as she felt that silky tan skin, felt Seneca tense under the tender caress of her lick.

“I’ve never kept it to myself, you just never asked to see it,” Seneca let out a soft chuckle, biting her lower lip as Mica committed, wrapping her lips around the teen delinquent’s cockhead and then easing down, taking it slowly, deeply, into her mouth. “Oohhh-h-h-h… oh fuck, there we go….”

“Mmhhn…” Mica murmured quietly, one hand keeping herself balanced in the back of Seneca’s car, while the other slipped under her own skirt, starting to massage her own member through her panties with the palm of her hand. She pushed a little deeper, getting as much of Seneca’s hard dick in her mouth as she could manage without yet breaching the back of her throat. She bobbed down, then up, letting her saliva coat the thick, throbbing shaft while her lips massaged up and down along its length. “Mmph nhh hmmn….”

“I don’t know what you’re sayin’, hun, but I’m gonna go ahead and guess they’re sounds of approval.” Seneca leaned back in her seat, splaying her legs and trying to find a decent place to put them – eventually opting to rest one on the seat in front of her, while winding the other around Mica, stretching just almost to the point of discomfort in order to give Mica all the room she needed. One hand moved to the back of the other girl’s head, tangling in those thick red curls as she finally closed her eyes, letting out a sigh of contentment. “Mmmn, shit, you’re better at this than I figured,” she cooed as Mica slid up and down with slow pumps of her head, taking Seneca’s cock for a wet, wild ride in the warm confines of her mouth.

Meanwhile, Mica found her hand more eagerly exploring herself even as she sucked Seneca’s cock, finally freeing her own, somewhat smaller girldick from her panties and starting to shallowly stroke it, needing a little bit of stimuli to reward her efforts. She hated that she was enjoying this so much, was confused that she’d even agreed to it at all – Seneca had fucked both of her best friends, and presumably broken both their hearts, if either of them had a heart to break. But here she was, sliding up off of Seneca’s glistening shaft to wrap her lips around the girl’s tight, smooth balls, massaging her tongue along that warm, full sack as she stroked herself off with increasing eagerness. “Mmphh… ggllggh….”

“Ooh, feeling a little adventurous, now? Fuck, I ain’t complaining… nnnh, shit… actually, yeah, keep doing that…” Seneca let out a weird chuckle, more a release of tension than a genuine expression of mirth. She kept one hand on the back of Mica’s head while the other began to tease at her own nipples, tugging and tilting her piercings as a transparent dollop of precum began to leak from her saliva-slick girlcock.

Mica spent another few moments sucking and lapping at the other girl’s balls, before finally pulling up again, bringing her free hand to the base of Seneca’s cock and stroking both at once, keeping synchronized pace with between her own masturbation and the handjob she was giving. “You’re really getting a kick out of this, huh?”

“I’m a huge fan of getting blown, if that’s what you mean,” Seneca shot back a lazy grin, biting her lip, arching her back a little before getting comfy again. “If you mean am I satisfied with collecting the ‘set’… then also yeah. If it matters, you’re way better at this than Vanessa, if not quite on par with Octavia. That girl’s an awful bitch, but she’s got some crazy skills.”

“Worse than Tav? Oh, fuck that,” Mica glowered. Being better than Vanessa was no accomplishment – she was surprised Vanessa had ever given head in her entire life. “Watch this.” Taking a deep breath, Mica pulled her hand away and brought her lips back to Seneca’s dick, taking it deep into her mouth once more… and this time, relaxing her throat so she could force that throbbing rod down her gullet, still frantically stroking herself as she deep-throated her friend’s ex. “NnnmmmggllchhhHhh…!” she did her best not to gag, managing to resist the urge as she pushed down deeper, letting Seneca’s hard cock completely fill her senses as her nose hit the smooth skin of Seneca’s pelvis. More and more, she could feel the throbbing start to intensify, signaling that Seneca wasn’t far from cumming… and Mica was increasingly certain that she wasn’t, either.

She pushed down again and again and again, the back of the car becoming a cluttered little auditorium of sucking, slurping, and gagging noises as Mica took that cock down her throat, frantically jerking herself off as she did. Seneca’s devil-may-care exterior was finally cracking, warping into a display of breathless panting and moaning as Mica’s mouth brought her to the brink. Then, finally, she felt the redhead go all the way down once more, this time holding position, her throat flexing and shuddering along Seneca’s shaft while that tongue lathered every inch it could access. Seneca’s breath caught in her chest, and a series of twitches and spasms rolled through her as she finally cut loose, several long, ropey pumps of spunk shooting down Mica’s throat.

When she felt the first, Mica began to pull back, catching the next few shots in her mouth (then a few across her face) as she herself reached climax, shooting her own cum unceremoniously across the floor of Seneca’s backseat. Finally, as the moans died down, she toppled backwards, letting her softening girldick hang in the open beneath her skirt.

“Holy fuck,” Seneca purred, flashing a lopsided, satisfied grin. “Alright, I’m impressed.”

“I can tell,” the other girl panted softly, her bearings finally starting to return to her. “And did you seriously have to cum on my face? I still have to go back home after this, you know! I would have swallowed it all.”

“Strawberry shortcakes need a little bit of frosting,” Seneca grinned.

“That’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard.”

“Then why are you blushing?”

Mica glared through narrowed eyes, only to be pulled close and given a long, firm kiss – neither invasive nor possessive, but nonetheless assertive in a way that said ‘I liked that, and we’ll do it again soon.’ Worst part was, she was almost undoubtedly right. Witchcraft, indeed.