by J. M. Walker
“Yes,” I moaned, his hips slamming against the seat of my ass.
“Watch her,” he growled, pulling my head back.
Tiffany was now sitting in the chair across from the table, her hand between her legs.
A hard moan left me.
She threw her head back, her chest rising and falling. “Fuck her harder.”
My eyes widened. Looked like she wasn’t as innocent as I thought.
Jude chuckled. “My fucking pleasure.” He pulled out of me before brushing the tip of his cock over my tight little asshole.
I inhaled a sharp breath when he thrust into me.
A scream shattered through my damn soul as he ripped into me.
“Fuck,” I whined, my body burning at the delicious invasion of him being seated deep in my ass.
“Come on, Mia. I’ve been fucking your ass for years. You can take it.” He wrapped his hands around my throat. “Now let’s show Tiffany just how dark you like it.”
Tiffany’s eyes were wild as she watched us fuck. Her fingers picked up speed, pleasing that ache between her legs.
Rising onto shaky arms, I started moving back against my husband, taking all of him into all of me.
“That’s right. Such a perfect little slut. Taking my cock like a good girl.”
I shivered. God, I loved his degrading words. “Harder, Jude. Fuck your slut harder.”
A growl left him as his fingers tightened around my throat. “You’re so fucking tight.”
I locked eyes with Tiffany. “Come for us.”
She whimpered, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as she fucked her pussy with her own fingers.
“Harder, Jude,” I demanded, needing to feel him force me over that edge. “Please.”
Jude released my throat and cupped my shoulders, pumping hard and fast into a part of me that had only ever been claimed by him.
“Fuck,” he groaned, his cock spilling hot jets of his cum into me. Reaching an arm under me, I jumped when his fingers came into contact with my clit.
I squirmed, a whimper leaving me.
“I’m not letting you go until you come for me, baby.” He kissed my cheek, flicking his fingers against my clit. Although his cock was now soft, he still kept it inside of my ass. “Come for your husband, Mia.”
A fast release rushed through me, his name leaving my lips on a hard scream. “God.”
He chuckled, kissed my cheek one last time and released me completely.
Pulling away from the table, I did up my shorts.
“Well…” Tiffany fixed her dress, giving us a small smile. “Now that we had dessert, should we continue with supper?”
We laughed.
Jude did up his jeans and went to the fridge. He pulled out three beers and handed them to each of us before sitting between us.
“I’m fine if we just keep eating dessert.” He wiggled his eyebrows.
I giggled, shaking my head at my husband’s insatiable stamina.
Tiffany winked. “I like that idea.”
Mia
“Do you think we scared her?” I asked Jude later that night in bed.
“No.” He kissed my nose. “If anything, I think she wanted more.”
I gave him a small smile, rolling over onto my back. After supper, we had watched a movie. Tiffany ended up falling asleep when she finished her fifth beer. Jude put her to bed but nothing else happened.
“Thank you,” I told him.
“For what?” He pulled me into his arms.
“For giving me that dark side of you.” I looked at him then. “I really love when he comes out to play.”
“Who ever thought that little Mia would enjoy being called a slut and choked while she had her ass fucked?”
“Shut up.” I laughed, punching his shoulder. “You’re just as bad as I am.”
He gasped, feigning shock. “I’m an angel.”
“Right,” I said slowly, pushing him onto his back and straddling his waist. “I enjoyed feeling your stepsister’s pussy around my fingers.”
His breath caught, his cock jumping under me.
“She was so tight, Jude. I can’t wait to watch you fuck her.”
“Fucking hell.” He shoved me off of him and pulled me to the edge of the bed.
I giggled, cupping his face. “Maybe I’ll fuck her with my toy while you’re balls deep inside her. I think she would like that.”
“I think all of us would like that.” He nipped my chin and spent the next hour or two pleasing that delicious ache that had suddenly settled between my legs for what felt like the hundredth time that day.
We couldn’t get enough of each other. No matter how many orgasms we shared between us, it only became worse as time went on.
***
“If you try anything else with my sister today, I want to know all the filthy details.” Jude had whispered in my ear earlier that morning before he left for work.
The fact that he had said sister and not stepsister, made my core clench. It made it seem almost more…taboo.
Getting out of bed, I slipped into a tank top and pajama shorts. They were short enough that you could see the bottom of my ass cheeks. They were Jude’s favorite shorts and he made sure to remind me how much he loved them every time he saw me in them.
My outfit left little to the imagination as my nipples pushed against the white fabric of my tank top. But my husband’s words left this need inside of me. This need I had to satisfy before I could start my day.
I was now on a mission.
As I stood outside Tiffany’s door, I listened for any sound that indicated she was awake. I couldn’t hear anything, so I slowly opened the door. I found her standing at her closet, looking through her clothes. She was dressed in a white thong only. The light color enhanced the slight tan in her skin.
Pushing the door open further, I went up to her. When I stood directly behind her, her body tensed but she never turned around.
With the back of my knuckles, I brushed them down the length of her spine.
She shivered.
Her fingers wrapped around the bar in the closet. That single movement pushed her full ass out toward me.
“You’re beautiful. Jude’s a lucky guy to have grown up with you. I bet he fought off all the boys who wanted a piece of this sexy as fuck body.”
A breathless laugh left her. “It wasn’t the boys he should have been worried about.”
“Oh?” I ran my hands up her sides before cupping her full breasts. “Was it women?” I knew it was, but I wanted to hear her say it.
“Hmm…maybe.”
“Thought so.” I pinched her nipples between my fingers, reveling in the way her breath hitched. “Have you and my husband ever messed around?”
“No, but there have been times I wished we had. I’ve never dated a guy though,” she confessed.
I liked that she could talk to me. Even when my hands were on her body, I enjoyed that she opened up and revealed more and more about her. I had known her for years but there were still things she kept to herself. Well, no more. I wanted them all. Her truths. Her desires. Her fantasies. I wanted everything.
“How many women have you dated?” I kissed her shoulder, gripping her breasts and pushed them together.
“A few. I’ve slept with guys and women but never had a serious relationship or anything. Not since…”
“Not since Emma,” I finished for her.
“Yeah,” Tiffany whispered.
I had heard about Tiffany’s ex in passing. I didn’t know much of their story, but I did know that Emma ripped her heart out.
“Jude is my only serious relationship.” I slid my hands from her breasts to her waist, hooking my fingers in the thin string of her thong and pushed the tiny fabric off of her ass. “I’ve never dated women. Messed around with them, yes, but that’s it.”
“I have to be honest with you,” Tiffany said, her voice turning husky. “I’ve always had a crush on you.”
I pushed my
waist into her ass. “Likewise, baby girl.” I slipped my fingers between her legs, grazing them over her wet hot center. “I’ve wanted to fuck you so many times.” I licked along the shell of her ear. “But a part of me thought Jude would get upset. Until yesterday, I wasn’t sure how he would take it. We talked about it. We’ve talked about it so many times but talking and doing are two very different things.”
“I’m glad he’s fine with it.” Her head fell back, her arms trembling as my fingers rubbed at her core.
“Me too, Tiffany. I love you both but he’s my life.”
“I understand. I don’t want to come between you.”
“You just want to play,” I added for her.
She nodded. “I want to play. Hard.”
“Good.” I shoved three fingers inside of her. “So do I.”
***
(Tiffany)
I never thought this would happen. Sure, I fantasized about it quite often. Even went to bed and fell asleep with my fingers between my legs, because I couldn’t think about anything else but having Mia all over me. But I still never thought it would come to this.
At dinner last night, having her give me the most intense orgasm I had ever felt and then to watch Jude fuck her, was the hottest thing I had ever experienced.
Now with Mia’s fingers deep inside me, I couldn’t think about anything else but her.
Her hand slammed against my center, pumping hard and deep.
“You’re soaked, baby girl,” she purred, slipping a fourth finger into me.
I whimpered, my legs shaking at the fullness I was now feeling. “More, Mia. Please.”
A breathless laugh left her. “Stay here. Just like that.”
Before I could ask what she meant, she pulled her hand from between my legs. I whimpered at the loss.
“I got you, Tiffany. I’ll be back in a second.” She rushed off, leaving me aching for her. When she came back a minute later, I almost laughed at what she held in her hands. She waggled her eyebrows. “You wanted more.”
“I did.” I shook my head, my nerves tingling with what she had planned.
Mia knelt on the floor, placing a box in front of her and pulled out the biggest strap on I had ever seen before. Not that I had ever been up close and personal with one but even from all the porn I had seen over the years, this one was definitely the biggest.
Mia rose to her feet, wrapping her hands around the thick fake cock. “It’s fourteen inches.”
“Oh.” I shivered. “God.”
“Think your body can take it?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.
I swallowed hard. “I have no idea but I’m willing to try.”
A slow grin spread on her face. “You want to know what Jude told me before he left for work this morning? He told me that if you and I did anything, he wanted to know every single filthy detail. I think he’ll enjoy this story and I can’t wait to tell him.” She strapped the toy around her waist, the long dick pointing straight ahead. “It’s soft.” She stepped up behind me. “But firm. I promise I won’t hurt you, but I want to see how much your body can take. If you need me to stop, tell me.”
I nodded, spreading my legs. “I will.”
“Good girl.” Mia kissed my shoulder. “You’re wet but let’s make you wetter.”
I wasn’t sure what she meant by that when suddenly something cold slid between the cheeks of my ass. My mouth fell open, a soft gasp trembling through me.
“Did you know that this is a special strap on?” she asked me, thrusting the dick between my legs. “There’s a piece that pinches my clit and…” A buzzing noise sounded. “It vibrates.”
“Oh God.”
She laughed, pulling the item from between my legs and pushed the tip against my center. It slid into me, inch by delicious inch. I wasn’t sure how far she got but I felt full and consumed. My pussy stretched, the burn forcing my knees to shake.
Mia cupped my breasts and began thrusting. “Fuck, Tiffany. I’ve never used this before. It feels…so good.”
I whimpered, pushing back into her and took the cock even deeper into my body. My hands fell from the bar, covered hers that were on my breasts and began fucking myself on the cock.
“You like that.” She lowered us to the floor, pushed me face first into the carpet and picked up speed with her hips.
“Harder,” I whined, the toy stretching me even more. It was so thick and long, but I couldn’t help but want more of it. I was greedy for every inch, every fake vein, every part of it as my sister-in-law ripped me in half.
“You know what’s missing?” Mia gripped my hips, slamming her pelvis into me.
“What?” I cried out.
“My husband.” She shook behind me, a cry leaving her as the toy gave her a release but thankfully, she didn’t stop. “God, Tiffany.” She curled her hand in my hair and pulled me upright. “Slide that tight pussy down my cock, baby girl.”
I pushed back against her, enjoying the feeling of her arms wrapped around me.
“You’re safe,” she whispered. “Both of us will take care of you. I promise.”
Her words sent a wave of peace washing over every inch of me. But as much as I wanted to thank her, I couldn’t focus on anything but the fake dick sliding in and out of me. Sounds of pleasure left my lips as I pushed my hips back and forth. I rode her, chasing that orgasm but no matter how much I tried catching it, it wouldn’t come.
A curse left me, followed by a whine as the orgasm hovered.
Mia giggled, kissing the soft spot beneath my ear. Pulling out of me, she tapped my hip. “Roll over.”
I did as I was told, spreading my legs as she crawled between my knees.
“I’m not dominant when it comes to Jude.” She slowly slid the fake cock back inside of me. “But I am when it comes to you. You need it, don’t you?”
I moaned, nodding quickly and wrapped my arms around her shoulders. “Yes, Mia. Yes. God, yes.”
Her eyes darkened, her hips picking up speed. She wrapped her hand around my throat, tilting my head back and squeezed.
My body burned at the sudden roughness coming from her.
A wicked glint flashed in her eyes. “Come for me, baby.”
My thighs shook, trembling around her small waist. My breathing picked up, my chest rising and falling as the orgasm slid from my toes and left my lips on a hard scream.
“That’s it,” she shouted. “Come hard.” Her fingers squeezed even more, her eyes darkening. “Come, Tiffany.”
Her name left my lips over and over until she finally collapsed on top of me. Her mouth covered mine, searing into me much like the love I had for her.
Mia
Later that night, both Tiffany and I were setting the table as Jude walked into the house. A glance passed between her and I, her cheeks flushing.
I laughed, went up to her and kissed her cheek. “Don’t be nervous. He won’t be mad. I promise.”
She nodded, chewing her bottom lip.
After I used her good and hard with my toy, we went to our separate bathrooms and showered. I almost hinted to shower together but thought that might have been too much for her, so I never suggested it.
I still remembered the sounds of her screams and the way her body trembled as the violent orgasm possessed her.
Ever since, I couldn’t wait to tell my husband what we had done.
“I feel like you both are up to something,” Jude said, coming into the dining room. He grabbed my hand and pulled me against him before smacking a hard peck on my lips. “Or you were up to something earlier. I can’t tell.”
I laughed, pushing out of his hold. “Maybe we shouldn’t tell you and let you stew.” I walked past Tiffany, lightly grazing my hand across the seat of her ass.
She shivered.
My laugh deepened.
“Something’s definitely up.” Jude followed me but stopped behind his stepsister. “What did you do?” he asked her.
“I did nothing.” She nodded toward me. “It wa
s all her.”
“Is that right?” Jude glanced between us. In a quick move, he had his hand around the back of her neck and her face pressed against the top of the table.
My heart jumped.
A gasp left her. “What are you doing?”
“Shut up.” His other hand landed against the seat of her ass. “Tell me what happened today, Mia.”
I crossed my arms under my chest, leaning against the wall. “Or else what?”
His hand smacked her again. “Tell me.”
I feigned a yawn. “Not sure what you’re getting at.”
Jude grinned, his hand landing once again across Tiffany’s ass.
She yelped, struggling under him.
“Tell me,” he demanded.
A shiver rippled down my spine. God, I loved this side of him. The dark side. The side that needed to come out and play for fear that he would lose control.
When I didn’t answer, Jude pulled Tiffany’s dress up and over her ass. His palm connected with her rear.
Smack. Smack. Smack.
Her skin turned red.
My heart thumped.
Her moans made him grin.
“More,” I heard myself say.
His grin widened. “I wonder if she’s a slut like you.” He dipped a finger between her legs, pushing it beneath her black thong. “Maybe she is.” When he pulled his hand away, his finger glistened with her cum. Sticking it between his lips, he groaned. “Tasty.”
My core clenched.
“Do you want a taste, Mia?” he asked me, his voice rough.
I pushed away from the wall and went up to him. Grabbing hold of his nape, I pulled him down to meet my mouth.
He shoved his tongue between my lips, a slight acidic flavor popping between us.
“Tasty,” I whispered, pulling away from him.
Jude smirked.
I let my gaze travel down the length of him.
He leaned forward, pressing his lips against my ear. “I want you to watch me fuck her.”
“God.” I shivered at the mere thought. “Yes.”
“Get on the table, baby.” He grabbed hold of Tiffany’s hips, pulling her away from the table. “You’re going to eat my wife’s pussy,” he told her.
