Angel & Naughty: The Hotel Ch 03
Introduction:
Lisa rides Steven while her sister videotapes.
“Oh shit,” Loretta said.
My lips curled in devious delight. “You know what I want?”
Lisa shivered. “Ohhh, I have an idea.”
“What?” Loretta asked. “What’s she gonna do?”
I petted Loretta’s head. “Don’t ask. Just watch your sister be naughty.”
Arching up, Lisa displayed her tits. “And don’t tell,” she said. Her fat chestnut tits jutted over the frilled edge of her body stocking, knots of cum frosted between her angelic cleavage and clumped on her pearls.
“Oh Jesus,” Loretta said. “You two are so kinky.”
I grinned and put my hand on Loretta’s head, guiding her along my cock. “Shut up Kitty, your sister’s putting on a show.” Between my legs, curled like a kitten by the fire, Loretta’s lips lapped along my pulpy shaft. Her tongue twiddled the tip playfully before she slapped the head against her cheek.
“So honey,” Lisa said into the phone. “How’s your night going?” While she spoke, she cradled a breast in her off hand. “Aw, I miss you too,” she said. “I’m a little bummed to come over here and tend Loretta.” Quietly, sensually, she dragged her tongue over her cum-soaked tit flesh. Listening to her husband on the line, she smacked her lips. “Well, it’s not my fault. If only that friend of yours Steven didn’t make such a fucking mess.” She smiled-a devilish, bitch-hot smile-and licked her tit again, rolling over her sperm-glazed nipple. “I’m always having to clean up after him.” Like a cat bathing itself, her tongue circled and danced, collecting chunks of sperm on the red tip, leaving trails of saliva-an oily, sexual polish.
Lisa, my miracle goddess. My Ninel Conde.
She stretched out, her white body stocking weaning around her shapely curves, and put her elbows on the floor. Her costume wings snapped sharply behind her. From all fours she eyed me as her husband yammered, oblivious that his stunning wife was on her hands and knees, my cum coating the inside of her mouth, still lining the recesses of her freshly fucked asshole.
Lisa cut him off: “You defend him Todd, he’s your friend. I know I dated him back in college, but what does Steven expect, for women to beg and crawl at his feet?” Tilting the phone down, she whispered up at me: “I fucking worship your cock.” From the edge of the mussed bed, I moved my foot in front of her mouth. “Suck my toes you gorgeous slut.”
Lisa’s lips, the color of a complex red wine, wrapped around my big toe. She massaged the underside with her tongue. She soothed and swabbed the edge-a baby with a pacifier. My toe popped from her mouth. She smiled, grinding her ass in the air.
I fought the sudden urge to shove my cock up her butt right there. Have Lisa wiggle her high-class ass on my cock while her clueless husband jawed in her ear. I wanted to pump another round of semen up her anus-that pursed little treasure-one of a hundred loads-have it stick there for all time-raw and nasty, intimate and forever connected.
But then again, I had other plans.
“Leese you slut, you shouldn’t be doing that,” Loretta said.
I nodded at Loretta. “Another line?”
The dark-haired vixen bobbed off my cock. “You and your good ideas.”
I gathered the baggie off the nightstand.
Loretta’s red dress was still tousled around her waist, barely hanging on to the firm skin of her nineteen-year-old Italian body. She slid up, nuzzling her fleshy tits on my thighs. My dick thickened. I was exhausted physically, but the spotless umber of her skin, the angular curve of her back, the dramatic heart-shape of her pelvis as she found the right nook across my legs-it all prompted a gluttonous excitement. A primal and deep-seeded indulgence.
Something triggered and my cock fattened. Lurched.
I eased Loretta off my crotch. As Lisa blabbered in the background, I wedged open the baggie and turned it on its side. Loretta’s breath quickened. Squeezing the baggie edges, a bit of powder skipped to the lip. I dipped the tip of my semi-hard cock-still tacky with the juices of Lisa’s ass, her mouth-leaving a white dab of premium coke along the dick hole.
Loretta curled her hair behind her ear.
I put a finger to my lips. “Shhh. Remember, Lisa said we have to be quiet.”
Loretta smiled. “Fuck Lisa.”
“Good girl’s learning.”
I tapped the end of the baggie, trailing a long, thin line along my hardening shaft. Loretta inched closer. We locked eyes-her dark brown hair tossed across her face. She opened her lips slightly and I felt her hot breath on my cock.
My skin pimpled. My toes cracked in waiting.
Lisa crawled under Loretta. She spit in her hand, caressed my bruised balls with her wet palm. “No, don’t get me wrong sweetie,” she said, “I had fun at dinner. The meat there was wonderful. But I can’t speak for Loretta. Even after all that meat, the fine and creamy sauces, she’s still hogging the room service.”
“Tell your husband I did have fun,” Loretta said. “Sucking coke off his friend’s cock.” My cock fumed in Loretta’s face-her flawless complexion, her smoky eyes. She still had an air of mystery to her-I barely knew her-and with my vulgar, engorged sex organ aimed at her face, the nasty juxtaposition turned my gut.
Loretta dipped her head, held the side of her nose and sniffed the snub tip. She snorted the white dab quickly; and wasting no time, she rose up and followed the powder trail.
“UH!”
Her auburn mane whipped my thighs, and I gathered gusts of her conditioner and skin, like silver-dollar wildflowers and vermillion. I threw my head back and groaned, almost laughed-a giddy kid at Christmas time-savoring her warm, upturned nose, this feline beauty inhaling my dick. She slapped Lisa’s hand away and cupped my balls, cradling my dick as she retraced her tracks.
The shaft was spotless.
“God you made that look good,” I said. “It’s almost unfair.”
Loretta ran a hand over her nose. “What’s unfair?”
“That I haven’t had you until tonight.”
Loretta smoldered me with her glare. “We can make up for it,” she said.
I stood up. “Oh we will.” With fistfuls of her hair I shoved her face in my groin. Her eyes bulged, my cock engulfing her mouth. She sputtered-half-choking, half-swallowing-and her face washed red. Her arms flailed above her head.
I snatched her wrists.
“How does that tickle your throat?” I asked. “Fucking DUMMY.”
I plunged deeper, ruthless and rough. Her head jarred and I held her there by the hair, banging the slippery roof of her mouth, and didn’t stop, angling downward, forcing myself inside. The doughy shaft jolted past her gag, and I felt her swallow (or try to swallow), the desperate muscles in her throat convulse and constrict around my meat, her nose on my stomach, my balls slapped up against her chin. I barely withdrew, just wedged and fucked myself further and further into her mouth hole, cramming every humid nook of her face with ripening cock.
Lisa wet her lips at the sight. “We just ordered in,” she said on the phone. “Just a midnight snack. Loretta’s still hungry. I guess you can’t get enough in that belly of hers.” Lisa tapped a finger lightly on her bottom lip. “But I can’t wait to get mine.” She pointed and whispered: “Fuck my face.”
“Married SLUT!”
Loretta slurped me to hardness and reeled back on her knees. Swiftly, I snatched Lisa by her throat, wrenched her under me. She squealed, an exhilarated squeal of shock and delight.
I hissed: “You want it?”
“Oh fuck baby, FUCK my mouth. Fuck my cheating-“
With both hands I impaled Lisa’s head on my dick, stuffing it full. Her voice muffled, slushed around my shaft. Her cheeks puckered, and she lunged over my cockmeat-a greedy, cock-starved angel. She kept the phone slanted against her neck as I punched into her mouth.
“Fucking your throat Lisa. OPEN it. Lemme FUCK that cheating throat. You want it, I KNOW you’ve always wanted it. You’re so hot. Burnin hot.”
I was hard again. Savage. Blistering. Everything was getting dirtier.
Handling Lisa by the hair, I whirled her around (my cock still lodged in her mouth), and pinned her against the base of the bed. She dropped her phone as her costume wings mashed behind her. Angling forward, I held myself up from the bed and long-stroked into her mouth, literally fucking her face. On her knees, sandwiched between my thrusts and the base of the bed, she groped her tits, fiddled her pussy. I dug deep on the down stroke, exploring every molten cranny of her gullet I could, and she grabbed my thighs, pushed me even further into her, completely rooting me to the balls, her nose on her pubis, completely entrenched in her adulteress-throat.
“All the way down!” I said, and cringed, tickled in the most conquering way.
I pulled out of Lisa’s mouth, and she gasped, hunky ropes of spit and pre cum drooping from my cockhead.
I motioned to Loretta. “Come here Kitty. Come eat your sister’s nasty drool. She’s making a fucking mess.”
“Oh Daddy,” Loretta groaned. She waved her ass as she dove between Lisa and I, lapping at the frothy net stretching from her sister’s lips.
“Lick that shit Kitty. Such a nasty mess coming from such a pretty wife.” I leaned over and spit a dangle of saliva into Lisa’s mouth. She held her tongue out and caught it eagerly.
Lisa licked her lips, closed and swallowed. “Mmm.”
“Tell me you love me.”
“I love you Steve,” Lisa pined.
“Now talk to your fucking idiot husband.”
“I’d rather be throating you,” she said, darting the phone to her ear.
She never missed a beat.
“Hey baby I’m back,” she said. “Oh that? Yeah, I almost choked on a piece of steak. I know, I should be more careful with the room service. Such a big slab of meat.”
I was chisel-hard, screaming. I spit on Loretta’s face as she viciously gobbled my cock.
“You like it all to yourself, don’t you?” I asked.
“I do, lemme have it.” Loretta ran her tongue along the ridges, a little girl with a Popsicle.
I smeared my spit over her face, into her mouth. “You’re such a spoiled little bitch aren’t you?”
“I am, I am.”
“You know what spoiled little bitches need Kitty?”
She fisted my cock with both hands. “Your big fucking cock up their ass?”
“Turn around. On all fours.”
“Spoil me, you big-dick stud.” The nineteen year old obediently circled on her hands and knees. Her cinnamon ass, plump and sublime-a glazed feast-propped before me. With her chin on her shoulder, Loretta asked: “Like this Daddy?”
“Stick that ass up brat. As high as you can.” I snatched the baggie from the bed and kneeled down behind her, Loretta perching her ass in the air.
Lisa scooted next to me. “Well, I think we both know the answer to that question honey,” she said. She rubbed up against me, dragging her tits up my arm as she humored her husband’s conversation. “Steven’s just an asshole, a cocky asshole. He does what he wants.”
Lisa pecked me on the cheek, then hushed in my ear: “I wanna have your asshole babies.”
I grinned, ran my thumb over her bottom lip. “Hold your sister’s ass open,” I said.
Lisa kissed me again lightly, then, with one hand, slowly spread apart her sister’s ass. Holding the baggie just above, I sprinkled a smidgen of powder along Loretta’s crack. Discarding the baggie, I ran my tongue up the back of her leg, over the cheek.
“You like that?” I asked. “Your butt’s good enough to eat out of Loretta.”
“Oh Daddy,” Loretta grumbled, face on the floor. “Suck on my ass.”
I felt her shudder; and I drove my nose into her butt, inhaling completely, ripping the small bump in one quick, violent snort.
Loretta whined. “Ohhh YES!”
I drew back, relishing, crystallizing, then crammed back between her buttcheeks.
Loretta’s hand rushed over her pussy. She slurred her words. “Eat my butt baby, yeah.”
My tongue slathered over the bloom of her anus, then slipped inside the rim. I flicked my tongue, popping out, until I lapped a last, wet trail up her buttcrack.
Up on my haunches, I positioned my dick behind her butt. Missile-locked, fuck-loaded. Pillaging.
“You ready gorgeous?” I asked.
“Umm, do it nasty,” Loretta groaned.
“To be honest honey, I’m kinda jealous,” Lisa said in the phone.
“Hold your butt open,” I said.
Loretta reached back and parted her ass-a depraved, wrinkled target.
Lisa trailed her husband on. “My sister’s in such a good position now, I wish I was in her place.”
I reared into Loretta, my cock boring between her ass cheeks. She winced on the floor and grabbed fistfuls of carpet. “No, no-AH! Ahhh!”
Her spit-sweetened asshole clenched around my dry dickhead, squeezing me, clamping me. She cawed-a gored glamour girl, skewered on the end of my shaft.
“You can’t! It hurts! FUCK.” She reached back and tried to ward me away, batting at my hands as I kneaded her ass cheeks. I grabbed her wrists and spread her arms out, exhausting her struggle easily.
“LOVE IT!” I ignored her pesky pleads and jammed deeper.
“Oh god, GOD! No, no! Don’t fuck it any deeper! PLEASE!”
The fiery-hot pressure in her rectum dazzled me. Batting sunspots.
Loretta glanced back, her face dabbed with sweat, hair thrown over her face. Her face was wounded, exposed-a little girl being scolded. With her cheek on the ground, she pleaded: “Please Steven, your cock’s so big. It won’t fit in my ass. I’m losing my mind, please.”
“You love telling me no,” I said, and crammed another jot of cock up her vulnerable anal canal.
“AHHH! No, no!”
“I WANT that bratty ass.”
“Oh Steven, FUCK! RAPE it in.”
“YES!”
“Rape my asshole!”
I slammed harder, forcing a portion at a time, thrust after agonizingly tight thrust. Loretta’s compressed anus flexed, shuddered as I fucked myself in-eight plus inches buried in her sweltering butthole. Loretta threw her head back and forth, squealed and bit her shoulder. Desperately, she begged Lisa from the floor.
“Lisa, please,” Loretta said. “Get off the phone. STOP HIM. He’s raping my poor little asshole. I can’t take it anymore. He’s gonna make me CUM. Oh FUCK.”
Lisa sat up next to me. “Yeah I know, the TV’s too loud. Loretta’s gotta turn the volume down.” She ran her hand over sister’s trembling back, over her ass. She knelt down, her lips so close to my cock, half reamed up her sister’s butt, that her breath gave me pimples. She looked up at me. “Honey,” she said in the phone. “Can I call you back?”
I slowed my barrage of Loretta’s ass as I watched Lisa’s wicked tongue unravel. She licked the base of my cock, up to the plunged mid-section, and swirled over the strained cavity of her sister’s ass.
“Yeah Lisa,” I said. “Coat my cock with your dirty mouth water.”
“Mmm,” Loretta moaned. “Wet his cock sis.”
Lisa spit on her sister’s crack. As her spit dripped down, moistening Loretta’s ass, Lisa continued: “Yeah, Loretta’s in a delicate place right now honey. Big sister has to talk her out of it. Yes. Yes honey, wait up for my call. I’ll call you later to say goodnight. Love you too.” Lisa snapped the phone closed.
“Love you too,” I mimicked. “Whatta poor sucker.”
Lisa snickered. “You bad boy. You love it.”
“You know I do.”
Loretta grabbed at her sister. “Leese! Steven’s dick. He’s so fucking BIG.” I dug another inch in. “Ahhh!”
Lisa frowned at me. “Steven. So mean.”
“You said I was an asshole,” I said.
“You are,” she replied. “A fucking sexy asshole.”
I pushed forward, submerged in Loretta’s butt. She cawed. “Ow, OW! Ahhh!”
“Your sister’s so fucking tight baby.”
“You like?” Lisa kissed me, then wound around and crawled down next to her sister, on her elbows. “You like our tight assholes Daddy?” she asked. They were face to face, their smooth, bronze Italian asses displayed for me, side by side. A tandem feast for the eyes.
“Watch us Steven,” Lisa said. “Watch our bad fucking incest.” They kissed, slathering lewdly. Hungrily. Two sister’s hypnotized by the taste of each other’s mouths. An achingly sensual, ball-emptying dance of tongues.
“God you two are beautiful,” I said.
Lisa peered out the corner of her eye. Their lips slopped, stuck together. Spit threaded between them.
“Hot bitches. Here.” I leaned over, between them. Hovering, I drooled a gummy spitwad between their kiss. The goop oozed over their noses, over their writhing tongues.
As they frenched over my spit, I softly fucked into Loretta. Lisa licked from her sister’s mouth, gobbling the spit up from Loretta’s nose, her brow, her cheeks. She tongued her sister’s ear, then drew back slightly. “You know what Steven likes?” she said.
“What?” Loretta asked. “Tell me.”
“Dirty talk. It kills him.”
“Mmm.”
“Say, ‘Sodomize me.’ He likes that.”
My eyes narrowed. “Fuck yes girls.”
Loretta giggled back at me. “Steven? Steven, it hurts, but, can you please, PLEASE keep sodomizing me?”
My thrusts magnified, knocking Loretta onto her stomach. She reached around and grabbed her asscheeks, holding herself open. “Ahhh, GOD you’re SPLITTING ME!” My cock plugged her beady anus, ruining it, stretching it. At the same time, Lisa swiveled, wagging her ass-bulging and muscular, exploding at the hips-the perfect cock-hardening, ball-emptying specimen. She knew how to work every part of that ass.
Loretta perched up and Lisa grabbed her. They pressed together. Their twin-glares oozed lust, cheek to cheek.
“Say it together girls,” I said.
They smiled, held each other. “Sodomize us Daddy,” they said.
“My fucking ass-slut sisters. Who wants it more?”
Loretta pepped. “I do! I do!”
Lisa spoke slowly: “Steven, I want it.”
“No, no. ME!”
Lisa squinted, eyeballed me with ungodly fuck-me attitude. “Fuck my stupid, cheating ass,” she said. “Sodomize your ex-girlfriend. Your friend’s wife. Make me scream your stud name.”
“God Lisa, you’re so sexy.”
“No, don’t listen to her,” Loretta said. Her eyes rolled as I pistoled my dick in and out of her ass, overhauled by Lisa’s electric glare. “Yes, yes-AH! Stay in MY butt Daddy.”
“But sis, he likes my ass better.” Lisa rolled her hips, luring me. “Don’t you baby? You always have.”
“Shuttup Leese! Mine!”
“Your friend’s wife is begging Steven, BEGGING you, PLEASE-“
Without stopping my momentum, I reached out and fondled Lisa’s ass over the lace ridge texture, and tore free the stocking, ripping it down her leg. She yelped, her silky ass jiggling free. I circled my hand over her cheek, then spanked her. “Don’t ever fucking lose this ass Lisa,” I said.
“I won’t. I promise.”
I seethed, brimming at the pores. “I want it. I wanna be fucking in it.”
“Then come and wreck it,” she said. “It’s yours anyhow. Come and fuck your friend’s wife up her ass.”
“No!” Loretta said.
I slid out of Loretta’s butt; she sunk at the emptiness. My cock steamed the cold air as I moved.
“No!” Loretta shouted. “Don’t listen to her.”
“Shut the fuck up Kitty.” I scooted to the side, behind Lisa.
“Yes,” Lisa said. “Come and fuck the hotter sister up her hot ass.”
“Bitch!”
Loretta clawed at her sister-a cute, harmless little catfight-and they kissed again, an angry, aggressive tongue-fuck. Relishing the view, I wedged my cockhead between Lisa’s ass-steel, impenetrable cock muscle against plush, boyant ass flesh. Lisa moaned over their kiss, and I praised them on. “Kiss you fucking lesbians. Kiss and make up like good little slut sisters.”
Lisa shook her ass as I crept inside, moved her hand over her pussy. She swirled her pubis up and down, and I angled lower, found her quivering anus, and quickly, all at once, pierced the head inside. She winced.
“OH!”
Her butt closed around me, furnace-hot. She sighed. “God I needed that.”
“You feel so good Lisa,” I said. “Your butt feels so fucking good.”
“No fair!” Loretta blurted.
I eased in a first stroke, up to the balls. “Tell your sister how it feels.”
“Oh sis, his dick feels so fucking good up my ass,” Lisa said.
“You bitch Leese, I’m so jealous.”
“Mmm, I know.” I fucked deeper, and Lisa softly bounced her hips back. In fluid rhythm, like a lewd pendulum, we crashed together. Her butt flesh trembled with each collision.
“Yes baby,” I said. “Fuck it you slut, fuck your hot ass on my cock.”
Lisa pushed harder with each down thrust. Veins rippled on her neck. Her hand fringed her pussy. “Loretta it feels so good.”
Loretta put her finger on her lips. “But Daddy I want some,” she said.
I pumped up to meet Lisa’s ass. “Beg me Kitty.”
“Beg him sis. Beg him.”
Loretta pouted. “Steven? Please?”
Lisa fucked back into me. “Beg him dirty sis,” she said.
“Fuck my ass.”
“Dirtier.”
Loretta pleaded. “Sodomize me Steven.”
Lisa lifted herself off the ground, up on her knees. I reached around her, mauling her luscious tits. She whispered: “Don’t you wanna sodomize my sister Daddy?”
“If only I could fuck both of you at once.” I pulled out of Lisa, threw my leg up and turned, arranging myself quickly, and shoved violently, without mercy, spiking up Loretta’s puckered butthole. The heat flooded around me.
I grunted. “Shit!”
“GOD, FUCK!”
“Shit, shit, shit-“
I stroked deep, to the hilt; her bubble butt flexed with each thrust. I threw my head back and yowled, a sinful, storming marauder.
I wanted more than I could have.
I wanted everything.
To spoil them.
To fill them from every hole.
“Now you!” I wrenched out of Loretta and hammered back into Lisa. “Out of one sister’s ass and into the other!”
“Ahhh fuck! FUCK.”
Lisa squealed, splintering the air. After a series of drilling strokes, moving her across the floor, I pulled out and shoved back into Loretta. She fell on her stomach. I grabbed her leg and pinned her on the carpet, stab-fucking into her.
“AH!”
Lisa smacked her own ass. “Me! Me!”
“You greedy bitches,” I said. I hopped back up on my knees, wheeled behind Lisa and forced myself up her butt.
“YES!”
And I imploded-a deranged fucking animal. My hands clawed down Lisa’s stocking-clad body, moved up greedily and tore the costume wings from her back. I made two fists of the white body stocking, and I pulled her, tearing through, using the shredded fishnet as reins as I yanked her with all my might, onto my dick.
Lisa roared: “GOD STEVEN! Fuck, FUCK, OW! That’s hard!”
“Fuck yes Lisa, take it!”
“Ahhh-wreck my fat ass!”
Loretta panted, watching me annihilate her sister’s anus. A demon in heat, gouging as Lisa contorted and twisted with rapture.
“GOD FUCK!”
“You like eating my sperm?” I hissed. “You like eating it Lisa, huh? While you talk to your husband?”
Lisa threw her head back. “Yes, oh GOD YES! Fuck that idiot!”
I spit. “Say it again!”
“Fuck my husband! FUCK HIM!”
I grabbed Lisa by her pearl necklace, wrapped it once over. Yanked it tight. “How’d my babies taste? How’d they TASTE?”
“You’re babies! AH-fuck! Your fucking yummy cock food!”
Her necklace tore in my hand, the pearls dinging off her, skipping across the floor.
I rasped at her, grabbed her hips. “How does it taste BITCH? How does my fucking cum taste when you talk to your husband?”
“So fucking thick Steven! So salty and good.”
“Say you eat my sperm!”
“I EAT your sperm food!”
“Say it. Tell me you eat my babies.”
“AH, ah! I eat your BABIES. I want them ALL!”
“Tell your sister!”
“Loretta, I eat his SPERM! I fucking EAT it!”
Loretta was fingering herself.
“Tell her how it tastes!”
“It’s so GOOD!” Lisa shouted. “His COCK FOOD is SO good-I LOVE it!”
“I want some.” Loretta bucked her hips at me. “We want more Steven-more!”
Lisa whipped her head back. “I’m FUCKING CUMMING!”
I reamed into her, and she humped back from the floor, spasming, flailing, seizuring. Her celestial ass shook and convulsed under me, and I fucked back, a madman blazing, sweat splashing off my face, my arms, falling over her.
“I’m cumming, I’m cumming-oh god!” Lisa’s orgasmic grunts and the wet, slopping sounds of sex clouded the room like a sinful fog. Lisa burst, and I felt her cum, shaking uncontrollably, completely surrendered, alone and yet together, with me, seized by the momentous instant in time when all things fail to stop, when things instead push through and finish and there is nothing to be done but give in and let it wash over you. I squatted over her and she gnashed into my foot, grabbing at my heel.
“Oh god, don’t stop-DON’T! I came so hard, SO hard, ahhh-“
After a thorough, last deep dick, I pulled out.
“NO, no!”
I didn’t want to cum yet. I couldn’t.
There was still something I had to do.
I stood. Lisa collapsed on her stomach. Loretta retained her position, rolling her ass in the air. I left the girls there, on their elbows and knees, and I circled in front of them into the den. I sat on the couch, in the near dark, and spread my legs.
For a moment, I welcomed the quiet.
I sighed.
My cock still raged, slickened with the ass juice of these two bombshell brunettes.
Through the doorway I saw the sisters in the other room.
I curled my finger. “Come here girls.”
From the coffee table, I thumbed a square. I lit it and watched Lisa and Loretta paw in the other room. The slicing shadows gave everything a noirish quality, a black and white hyper-sexiness-Lisa’s classic buxom hips compared with Loretta’s posh nightclub chic-the scene gave me anxious shivers-I couldn’t get enough. I wanted to violate these dreamgirls in every way possible. I felt like the master of some dark domain, the treader of an outskirt, immoral line. I dragged my cigarette and glanced at the clock. A quarter past one. I took another drag, unsatisfied.
Lisa approached first, a cock-bursting cat crawl. “You left us,” she said.
Loretta whimpered. “Weren’t we good butt sluts?”
“Ah my little girls, you were angels. Perfect sister slut angels. Now come here. Come and suck your slut asses off Daddy’s dick.” They slunk up playfully on all fours and took opposing positions on either side of my cock. I sucked on my square. “Beauties. Sirens. My loving sisters.”
I smoked as they dragged their red tongues up the sides of my dick.
“God you made me cum,” Lisa said. “So hard. I fucking worship you.”
“Tell your sister you love her.”
“I love you baby,” Lisa said.
“Um, I love you too Leese.”
Along the tip they kissed each other, mouth-fucking across my cockhead. Painting my dick with a gorgeous mix of spit and precum-it webbed from their lips-thin puppet strings connecting them to my cock for all time. Their saliva dripped down the shaft as they probed each other’s mouths, coating me with a glossy sheen of sexual remains.
Loretta rubbed my balls. “Ohhh. Leese, do you think he has anything left for us?”
With her ass in the air, Lisa licked my sack from the other side. “All that talk about eating his babies-“
“I wanna eat more of Steven’s babies.”
“God, look at these big balls.” Lisa’s eyes rolled into her head as she swallowed my nut sac.
“You wanna cum on us?” Loretta asked. “Fuck sperm on our tongues?”
“-on our incest tongues?” Lisa added.
“I have plenty left,” I said.
“Feed us then Daddy,” Loretta said. “Feed your girls.”
“I’m not cumming yet Kitty.”
“Aw. Why not?”
“Lisa knows why,” I replied. “Don’t you angel?”
Lisa feigned innocence. “Oh.”
“What?” Loretta asked.
“I think I know what he’s saying. Bad boy.” Lisa cupped her hand, whispered into Loretta’s ear. “Don’t tell, but, I think Steven’s going to fuck a baby into me.”
Loretta mock-gasped: “But you’re married!”
Lisa returned the shrill voice: “I know! He’s so BAD!”
“Your sister can videotape,” I added.
“But that’s wrong,” Loretta said. “Making my sister pregnant while she’s got a husband waiting for her at home. Lisa wouldn’t do such a thing.”
“Go get the camera sis,” Lisa said, watching me.
“What!”
“And bring my coat,” Lisa added.
“Fine.” Loretta sighed, bounced up. I watched her bubbly ass shake as she strutted into the bedroom. I took another drag, refocused on Lisa between my legs.
“I want you naked,” I told her. “Completely fucking naked.”
Lisa stood up, instantly illuminating the room with her unequaled beauty. A sexual beckon. A supermodel vision in battered streetwalker nightwear.
“I’ve been waiting for this all night,” she said. She tenderly peeled away her torn fishnets, off her shoulders and under her tits.
“I adore you Lisa.”
The dim light spooned over her magnificent curves, painted her sultry, dark gold. Sensually, she eased the stocking elastic over her voluptuous hips, bending over, rolling the stocking down her thundermare legs. She straightened, cutely kicked the stocking behind her, fully naked-a triumph of human architecture, a dark haired, femme fatale in black ankle boots.
She ran her hands over her tits, her diamond ring glinting in the light. “What about this?” she said, twinkling it. “You did say completely naked.”
“Keep your ring on,” I said.
“I thought you’d like that,” she said.
I rubbed my cigarette out. “Come here. Sit on me.”
Lisa’s smooth, long leg unwound, stretching over me. With Lisa completely naked, it was never clearer how flawless she was-a tanned celebration of femininity-and with delicate, soft movements, she straddled me on the couch. Her swollen breasts heaved in my face. I ran my hand up Lisa’s thigh, over her hips and grabbed her ass. My dick pressed into her as she leaned forward, draped her arms around my shoulders.
“When we dated back in college I used to dream of this,” she said.
“I know angel,” I said.
“I’m so bad for you, my love.”
With a palm full of her firm Italian ass, we kissed, deep and unbridled. She tasted like sweat and apricots, her tongue lulling over mine, wrestling in the near dark.
Loretta crawled up next to us on the couch, the LCD popped open on the camera. She tossed Lisa’s fur coat across my leg, situated by our side. Lisa and I broke our kiss, nuzzling our noses together. With her hair dancing over me, I mauled her butt with my hands.
“You guys look so sexy,” Loretta said.
“Say hello to the camera Lisa,” I said.
Lisa flipped her hair. “Hello,” she groaned. She drudgingly squirmed on my lap, her hands running down my chest.
“Now what are you two gonna do for us tonight?” Loretta asked.
Lisa slipped her coat around her. “I’m going to ride Steven’s cock.”
“Oh that sounds fun,” Loretta replied. “And you big boy?”
“Well, I’m gonna sit here and watch,” I said.
Lisa babied me. “Awww.” She slid her arms through her coat sleeves, let the fur fall around her-a gourmet naked beauty, pampered in a thousand dollar coat. “I know,” she pouted at me. “You’ve been doing all the work. You just lay back, relax, and let your Lisa take care of you.”
“I like the sound of that,” I said. “Doing nothing but admiring you.”
“Maybe slip a finger or two in my ass-“
“Ummm.”
“-or squeeze my tits-“
“Yes.”
“-while I milk a monster load from those balls I love so much.”
“I can’t wait to cum in you.”
Lisa closed her eyes and reached down. “Neither can I,” she said.
Her cool hand laced around my broiling dick. Easing down slowly, Lisa pressed the tip to her pussy, guiding it in. For a moment she sat there, hovering just above me in nothing but her ash-mink coat, massaging the top of my cock against her pussy. She breathed evenly, as if she were somewhere else, coiled in some warm nook inside her mind. The anticipation was excruciating. She bit her lip and moaned slightly, then continued lowering, until her velvet pussy stretched and recoiled, and effortlessly, my cock squeezed inside. She glided down over top of it-a few inches buried inside of her.
She arched her back and slipped further, enveloping another two inches. With a subtle wiggle, she sat on her knees, and after a soft bounce, she completely sunk down, all eight and a half inches buried inside my burning-hot Lisa.
“You’re my girl baby. Say it, say you’re my girl.”
“Oh, I’m sooo you’re girl.” “Ohhh, yes,” she said.
“You look so beautiful sis,” Loretta added, moving around us.
“I love you sis,” Lisa said, glancing at the camera. She looked back at me. “Whatta want this tape for Steven? You gonna jack off to this? Gonna beat that big dick of yours to this video while I’m pregnant?”
“Maybe. Either that or watch it while your sister blows me.”
Behind the camera, Loretta giggled.
Lisa slapped my chest flirtatiously. “Asshole!” I fucked up from the couch, into her pussy, once and hard, jarring her back to her most tactile senses.
She moaned. “Ohhh.”
“You’re a bad wife,” I said.
“I am, I’m bad.”
“A stupid hot wife.”
“I’m your stupid slut Steven.”
“Gonna be a bad mommy,” I said.
“I am.”
“I’m gonna fuck you over the crib-“
“YES.”
“Fuck momma’s ass while little baby naps-“
“Um, you’re so bad.”
“I’m so gonna fucking cum in you,” I said.
“And I want you to, I do. I stopped the pill months ago. Please, please-“
Slowly, she rocked back and forth.
I closed my eyes. “God you feel so good.”
Lisa leaned into me, gently churning her hips. She whispered in my ear: “I want you to fuck me in my wedding dress-“
“With the veil and all?”
“Please. Tomorrow. After I know you’ve fucked your baby in me.”
“God you’re a fucking evil wife.”
“I know. Please don’t tell.”
“It’s so hot.”
“Mmm.” She moved her hips in small circles, kneading my dick inside of her, her soiled pussy muscles milking me, coaxing me. She slid back, the soft fur of her coat brushing my thighs before her ass hit my legs.
“I love your fucking titties Lisa, your married tits.” I groped her torpedo breasts, caressed them flat beneath my palms.
“You love my big fucking tits?”
“You’re FAT fucking tits.”
“Look at them while I ride you, fucking STUD.” She held her coat back, displaying her tits, arcing. “You fucking asshole, you big-dicked asshole. You’re SO deep. SO fucking DEEP. GOD dammit.” She threw her head back. “JESUS, why’d you ever dump me?”
I mashed her tits together. “Because you gorgeous dumb bitch, I knew I could always have you.”
“You can!” She straightened, bouncing harder on my dick. “Oh you cocky bastard, you can. You CAN always have me!”
I dropped her tits and gripped handfuls of her butt, kneading it, bouncing it in my hands. “As long as you have this fat fucking ass-“
Lisa squeezed her elbows, hushed: “-and this dirty mouth?” “Fuck yes.”
She whipped forward on my dick, grabbing the back of the couch. “You gonna fuck other girls Steven? When I’m pregnant and swelling, you gonna fuck my sister?” Loretta adjusted her angle, coming closer.
“I’m gonna fuck your sister’s face, her pussy, her ass.” Without a word, Loretta ran her hand over my chest, listening intently. “I’m gonna fuck her all over your fat pregnant stomach.” Loretta moaned quietly, grazing her hand between Lisa’s rampant fucking. “But when I cum, I’m gonna feed it to you-“
Lisa whipped her hair. “OH!”
“-feed it up your pussy, your mouth-“
“Oh Steven, yes!”
“-so that if it’s a baby girl, when she grows and bangs with your fucking ass-“
“You’re so nasty!”
“-she’ll already have a taste for her Uncle Steven.”
Loretta gasped. “GOD!”
Lisa almost screamed-“I’m a cum-cumming! Oh-oh GOD!”-but instead, after her stuttered words, her beautiful face warped and nothing came out but a high-pitched squeal. Her eyes squeezed and she hugged me, flattening her tits against my chest. She continued to buck wildly, a rider possessed, her butt slapping my thighs. My arms flexed, grabbed her waist, holding her hourglass frame steady as she flopped clumsily back and forth, her coat drooping down past her shoulders, revealing her angular shoulders, more of her million-dollar smooth skin. I felt her slick pussy slosh over me, then spill around my cock, wetting my thighs. She whimpered feebly and crashed down in a final, trembling push.
“I love Steven, I love you! You make me cum SO good! AMAZING! You’re amazing!”
Her hair tossed wildly, and I plugged her mouth with two fingers, calming her, centering her a moment. She grinned wickedly, split between exhaustion and ambitious, eager hunger. She slurped my fingers wet.
I nodded at my fingers in her mouth. “You know where they’re going?” I lifted the back of her coat up and patted her butt.
She licked the tips, smiled. “Up my ass.”
With a quick swoop, I reached around her, over her butt. I parted her asscheeks, felt for her sweat-lubed asshole and stuffed the wet fingers inside. Using her anus like a lewd handle, I aided her slowing thrusts on my cock.
And just then, from the other room, Lisa’s phone rang. Her expression darkened with evil delight. “Loretta, can you answer that?” she said, riding my cock.
Loretta grabbed it off the floor, walked back into the den. She sat down on the couch next to us, still videotaping as Lisa and I locked eyes. Lisa lovingly ground her ass on me, licked my chin. “Who is it?” Lisa asked.
“You know who it is. It’s your husband Leese. Should I get it?”
Lisa ran her finger down my lips as I finger fucked her ass. “Would that make you cum harder baby? If my sister talked to my husband while I fuck you? While I beg you to a fuck a little hot-ass baby girl into me?”
“Answer it Kitty,” I said. “Keep him on the phone.”
“This is so mean,” Loretta said, holding the phone to her.
“-and so hot,” Lisa added. “My husband’s calling and I’m fucking you. My husband is on the line, waiting for me to answer, and your fingers are in my ass.”
“Shhh,” I said. “We have to dirty talk quietly.”
“Hello Todd,” Loretta said. “It’s Loretta. Yeah, Leese is-well, she’s busy.”
“If you do fuck a baby girl into me,” Lisa said quietly, rolling her hips over my lap, dwelling in the moment, “I’m going to have to teach our little girl all the nasty bad things you like.”
“Mmm, like what?”
Loretta positioned the camera on the end table, aimed over the couch arm at Lisa and I. “I dunno Todd,” she said. “She’s just busy. Doin girlie things, yeah, you know how girls are. But I’m here, you can talk to me.”
Lisa licked my neck, bobbing her hips on my dick. My dick was in heaven, milked on every up stroke, swallowed on every down stroke, spoiled inside Lisa’s warm body. Lisa whispered: “You know, I’ll have to teach her all the nasty things you like. Like how to take your cock up her big ass. How to cook while you fuck her doggy style. How to eat your sperm off my tits-“
“You’ll teach our daughter to be my nasty slut?”
“Maybe you could fuck her in her prom dress.”
“I like that.”
“Fuck her butt while her date waits downstairs,” Lisa said. “I’d keep him busy for you,” Lisa said.
“Jesus baby,” I said. “You’d slay any man with this body.”
“But only if she holds all that daddy sperm of yours in her mouth-“
“Yes, yes-“
“-and feeds mommy the rich leftovers.”
Inside of her was lustful paradise, a warm and wet dick haven, conforming to me exactly, as if it were custom made, perfectly suited for my cock. As if a thousand miniature tongues were inside of her, licking along the thickness all at once.
Loretta shook her head at us. “Hold on,” she told Todd. She held her hand over the phone. “You guys, what should I say?”
I grabbed Lisa’s hand, twisted it in front of me. I spit over her engagement ring.
Lisa smirked deviously, held the rock over her mouth. Leaning back, presenting her body like a sexual idol-the mountainous contour of her tits silhouetted in the sinful brume-she drove her hips upward, and with her hand above her, the spit fell and suspended in midair like taffy, then flopped down over the side of her mouth. Carnivorous, she lapped up the spit from the edge of her mouth. Swallowed it back.
She jerked up, licked her lips. “I wish that was something else gooey and yummy,” she said. “But a little warmer with a bit more tang.”
“No, no slut,” I said. “That load’s only going one place.”
Loretta blurted: “You guys?!”
“What!” Lisa snapped.
“Your HUSBAND.” Loretta held the phone out. “What should I say?”
“Tell him his wife is riding my cock,” I said. Lisa laughed, sped her hips.
Loretta gazed at us, dumbfounded. “No!”
“Here.” Lisa grabbed the phone, held it to her ear. She snarled: “Todd, I’m busy. Jack off and go to fucking bed.” She snapped the phone closed and tossed it on the floor behind her. “Dumbass.”
“Leese that was sooo mean,” Loretta said.
“You beautiful bitch,” I said.
“He really has no idea,” she said, stroking me with her pussy. “Maybe if my baby comes out with a god cock like yours, maybe that’d give him a fucking clue I’m your pleasure slave.” She leaned over and pressed her tits in my face. I ran my tongue over them, across each of her hard nipples.
Her phone rang from the floor.
“It’s your hubby again,” Loretta said.
“Let it ring,” Lisa said tenderly. “Fuck him.”
“Pick up the camera Loretta,” I said.
Loretta grabbed it from the end table, scooted closer to us.
“Tell the camera who’s calling Lisa,” I said.
Lisa threw her hair back. “It’s my husband.”
“Show your rock baby,” I said. “Show it to the camera.”
Lisa looked down at me and smiled. A wicked delight came over her. She held her arm out at Loretta, who was crouched right beside us. Lisa flicked the ring for the camera, dinging a twinkle. “It cost ten grand. Something like that. Cheap bastard.”
“Tell the camera for the record,” I said.
Lisa hushed at the camera. “Steven, if you’re watching this-I hope you’re watching this-I hope you are and hard as hell. Cause right now I’m sitting on your cock, while my husband’s calling, wearing nothing but mink and THIS, you see? My big fucking wedding ring.”
I eased my hands under her coat and along her ass as she sweet-talked the camera. She squirmed over my shaft. “Keep talking Lisa. I’m gonna cum if you keep talking.”
Lisa continued her performance. “Steven, you fucking asshole stud, you make me eat your cum off this ring. The wedding ring Todd gave me. The ring you watched slip on my finger. You saw, you were the best man.”
I jammed up into her. “THE best man.”
“AH, ah! The BEST man.”
“I should’ve fucked you at your wedding,” I said.
“Oh, I’d have fucked you that night Steven. THAT night. I’d have snuck off with you in church, after I said my vows and everything, snuck off and sucked that big . . . fucking . . . dick.”
“Lisa, I love the way you talk.”
“We could’ve found a back room somewhere in the church, and I would’ve eaten your semen off my tits. I wanted you so bad. UH, baby!” Lisa’s words, her steady, bouncing pace, it all built, fueling me somewhere uncontrollable, a second surge. My stomach tightened and I fucked back into her as she came down. “Yes, YES!”
I hissed up at her: “I would’ve cum on your fucking white veil. Made a fucking sperm mess on you, you looked so gorgeous.”
Lisa licked my upper lip. “Oh god, I would’ve let you. I would’ve had to lick it clean, all that mess.”
I humped back from the couch, Lisa’s buttery pussy oozing. “You LOVE it!”
“Ohhh, I DO! FUCK. But GODDAMIT, instead you fucked Amber, my stupid bridesmaid.”
“She was hot. Fuck it. That low-cut dress. Those curls-“
“She’s hot, I know. OH-you’re deep! You like blondes Steven? Did you like Amber? Did she suck your dick? Did she fuck her dumb, peppy ass on your dick?”
“You know she did baby.”
“Fuck Amber,” she said. “I’ll wear a wig for you.”
“Say it to the camera,” I reminded her.
Lisa whipped to the camera, whispered: “I’d have done anything that night Steven. You like hearing that?”
“Yeah baby, oh-“
“You like hearing how I would’ve fucked you on my wedding day? That I would’ve eaten your fucking load off my veil? I would’ve. I’m not fucking lying. I would’ve bent over the alter, opened my ass and begged, BEGGED you for it. Pretty please. PLEASE. Maybe Loretta would’ve joined us then too. Would you like that? Fucking the bride’s pussy while her maid of honor massages those big balls?” Lisa slammed herself on me, nearly jumping on my dick. “And now I’m riding the fucking SHIT out of you.”
“Say more, tell the camera-oh GOD. Shake that ass on my cock!”
Her hips frenzied over me. “I’m shaking it, shaking my big ass on that BOSS cock of yours-“
“Shake it! Shake it, oh shit. Oh shit!”
“This wonderful ass I know you like so much-“
“I fucking LOVE your ass, your body. Keep going baby. Oh god, I’m close!”
“I’m not gonna stop Steven, not gonna stop until I fuck that tasty cock seed out of you!” “Do it! Fuck the cum out of me you cheating whore!” I shuddered, unable to stop the build as Lisa racked her pelvis over mine. I bantered mindlessly: “I’m gonna fucking cum-I’m gonna fucking cum in you!”
“I want it! I want those FUCKING dick eggs! Empty those big balls in your Lisa!”
“GOD. SAY IT.”
She drilled her pussy onto me, her back arching, grabbing her hair and holding it above her head. Her swan neck craned back and I ran my hand over it.
“Make me PREGNANT! Fuck your baby girl into me!”
Loretta protested. “Don’t say that Lisa!”
I cringed, buried my head in the couch cushions, grabbed at every part of Lisa’s fleshy, succulent body. “Ride me, ride me you hot bitch! I’m gonna cum in you.” The room whirled like a carnival house and I grunted in absolute bliss, mindless sexual dementia. “Ah Jesus baby, you’re fucking me so good! You want my sperm?”
“Yes, YES. Make me a mommy Steven!”
“UGH!”
“Knock me up! God, PLEASE!”
“LISA!”
“You guys can’t!” Loretta whined.
“Shuttup sis, you dumb bitch!” Lisa said. Her tits bobbled and swayed, her hair curled free of her hands. “I want his big-dick babies! I want em! Fill me Steven, fill me with your big-dick babies, I’m begging you!” She reached down and scratched her nails along my chest, digging into me, trying to pull more of me inside her. “Shoot your sperm in my belly Steven. I know you want to, I can feel it. Oh FUCK yes. FUCK.”
“Oh Lisa, you want it?”
“YES, more than anything! Cum in me!”
“You’re gonna get it, what you deserve you fucking sexy, cheating bitch!”
“My big ass deserves it, deserves your baby! These big tits deserve your baby!”
“AH you’re so GORGEOUS!”
“Make me pregnant Steven! Make me FUCKING pregnant! IMPREGNANT ME! Breed your slut! Knock this married pussy the FUCK up with your fucker seed!”
And the moment hit like a marvelous wave. First came the orgasm, wrenching through every muscle in my body.
I grunted. “You’re gonna get it!”
“I feel it! Cum in your friend’s wife!”
I tensed, drew up, my toes curling in exalted bliss, and my cock flexed, pumped, fired like an unstoppable cannon, one hefty, potent, breeding rope of ball batter, up and into my wanton bombshell beauty.
“Here it is! Oh GOD!”
“Oh, I feel it! THANK YOU!”
Lisa screamed, whipped back, accepting, her flawless skin, like the expanse of some godly desert, the color of wet sand.
“FEED my pussy your BABY!”
“Take it! Take it!”
The room went black a moment, and I felt for her bucking hips, grabbed them, squeezed the luscious flesh and pulled Lisa into me, and I fucked up from the couch, releasing another stream of sperm, as deep as I could into her unprotected, welcoming pussy.
Lisa wailed: “Ahhh! We’re so BAD! You’re fucking me PREGNANT! Finally!”
As Lisa milked me, I felt my balls suck in on themselves, my cock muscles armed and jolting sperm-once, twice, three gargantuan spurts-a monsterous load built up throughout the evening-a pussy-wrecking hose coursing pumps of sperm inside of her, wetting every crevice, every sensitive vaginal wall.
“ARGH JESUS!”
“Cum in me, cum in me, cum in me-“
Lisa continued to slam her cunt on my dick, her fur coat flailing in the darkness, her goliath tits seeming to enlarge, to swell, her nipples on end. She threw her head back again, writhing like a serpent slut, squirming her hips, eating me with her pussy, sucking the gluttonous sustenance out of me, as if I held some secret antidote she needed, she craved.
“Drain my fucking BALLS! GOD! OH GOD!”
“YES! YES!”
Her pussy was slopping, the juices plopping on my balls and thighs as she whipped back and forth. Her arms like tendrils over me as I dazed and slumped back, letting her do all the work, complete the delectable sin of her own sexual undoing.
I wanted to cum forever, there on that couch, soiling Lisa’s epic, classy beauty, degrading her to my cum-vessel whore, her sister catching everything on the video camera.
But it stopped, my head thrashed, spinning. I thought for a moment I might crumble inward and disappear-I must be dead, in heaven.
Lisa just sat there, thrown back, quivering. Her tits jiggled as she panted, coming down, unable to speak or moan, just harboring in the moment, the aftereffects of our vulgar act.
Loretta lowered the camera. She was panting herself, fueled-everything was magnified, tense-as if something strangely special had just taken place, something that could never be replicated, something never to be taken back.
“Oh god,” Loretta said. “That was so fucking hot.”
Lisa cooed. “Oh Steven.”
I hate to say it, even now, but the moment, however bad, however immoral, was completely, utterly, spectacularly, perfect.
The next morning I woke up between them, their olive colored thighs thrown over me. Resting on my arm Lisa was sleeping soundly, her face beautiful and picturesque.
Slowly, I nestled her closer and closed my eyes.
