Training Marco
Copyright© 2026 by Deckhard
Chapter 14
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 14 - Desperate for a job, Marco is hired by the captivating Ellie and finds himself drawn into her marriage with the confident Frank. Trapped between Ellie's seduction and Frank's unsettling attention, Marco discovers desires he never knew he had. In a world with no rules, he must decide what he truly wants before he loses himself completely.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/Ma Consensual BiSexual Group Sex Spitting
# Deeper
Marco didn’t understand, but he did what Frank said. He rolled onto his side, and Frank moved closer, straddling Marco’s left thigh. He lifted Marco’s right leg, hooked it over his shoulder. Marco was open, exposed. Frank’s cock pressed against his hole again.
Frank pushed inside.
It was different at this angle. Deeper. So much deeper. Marco could feel Frank going further than before, hitting places that hadn’t been touched, and the sensation was intense, overwhelming. He gasped, and his leg tightened on Frank’s shoulder.
“Fuck,” Marco said. “Fuck, you’re so deep.”
“I know,” Frank said. “Just relax. Let me fuck you.”
He hugged the boy’s right thigh and pushed deeper. Inch by inch, and Marco could feel every one. It was too much. It was everything. He didn’t know if he could take it, but he wanted to, wanted to take all of it, wanted Frank as deep as he could go.
Frank started moving. Slow, grinding thrusts, and each one went deeper, and Marco was making sounds that weren’t even words anymore. Just moans and gasps and desperate little whimpers.
Ellie was beside them. She was watching, her hand between her legs, touching herself, and her eyes were glazed, and she was breathing hard.
“Fuck him, Frank,” she said. That raw, desperate voice. “Fuck him deep. Make him feel it.”
Frank thrust harder. His hips were slapping against Marco’s ass, and the sound was obscene, and Marco’s cock was leaking. Ellie reached over and started stroking him again, and Marco was drowning in sensation. Her hand on his cock. Frank inside him. Both of them at once, and somewhere in the middle of it, Ellie’s face hovering above his, her dark eyes watching him with that look that made his chest ache.
“You’re mine now,” Frank said. His voice was low, possessive. “You understand? This ass is mine.”
“Yeah,” Marco gasped. “Yeah, it’s yours. It’s yours.”
Frank fucked him faster. Marco was screaming, and he didn’t care, and Ellie was cheering, and the whole room was spinning. There was nothing but this. Nothing but Frank’s cock inside him and Ellie’s hand on his cock and the pleasure that was building and building and building.
He came. Hard. His whole body seizing, his cock pulsing in Ellie’s hand, and his ass clenching around Frank. Frank groaned, and he slammed in one last time, and he came too, deep inside Marco, filling him. Marco could feel it, the wetness, the heat. It was too much. It was everything.
They lay there, tangled together, and nobody spoke, and nobody needed to. The room smelled like sex and sweat, and Marco’s body was aching and satisfied, and he felt something he’d never felt before.
Complete.
Later.
Marco didn’t know how much later. An hour. Two. Time had stopped meaning anything.
He was on top of Ellie now. Inside her. His hips moving slow, deep, and she was beneath him, her legs wrapped around his waist, her arms around his neck. Her fingers were in his hair, caressing the back of his neck, and she was looking up at him with those dark, warm eyes. He was looking down at her. It was tender. Gentle. Nothing like the raw, desperate fucking of before.
This was something else. Something softer. Something that felt like love.