This story is raw, shameless, and drenched in desire. It's about control, obsession, and the hunger we pretend not to have. Every scene pushes limits emotional and physical. If you’re looking for polite erotica, this isn’t it. But if you crave heat, power, and temptation? Welcome.
Chapter 9
The Tease Before the Fire
The moment Katherine opened the door and Ava stepped inside, it felt like the room shifted.
She didn’t walk — she glided. Hair long and lush, eyes dark and knowing, lips full and already smirking like she knew all the secrets I was still too young to even imagine. She wore a dress that shimmered just enough to catch the light in all the right places — hugging curves that moved like a slow song.
“Tommy,” Katherine said smoothly, “meet Ava. She’s been hearing all about you.”
Ava stepped closer, hand outstretched. Her fingers were warm — too warm — and lingered a moment longer than they had to.
“So this is the neighbor boy,” she purred. “You didn’t tell me he was shy. Or cute.”
I blushed, and Ava grinned wider.
“Oh,” Katherine said, “he’s not always shy. He learns quickly.”
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That night, dinner was intimate — too intimate.
Candlelight danced between shadows on their skin. Katherine sat with one leg crossed over the other, her silk robe threatening to slip. Ava toyed with the stem of her wine glass like it was alive in her hand. They kept me between them, asking questions, teasing answers out of me, pushing my comfort just to the edge.
“So…” Ava leaned in, her voice syrupy. “You really just live right next door? All this time?”
“Yeah,” I managed. “I didn’t know…”
“That women like us existed?” she asked, biting her bottom lip. “Oh, we do.”
They laughed. I flushed again.
Katherine poured me another glass. “He’s still in the discovery phase.”
“Lucky us,” Ava whispered, her foot brushing mine under the table.
By the time I walked home, my thoughts were a blur of perfume, skin, and that long slow smile Ava gave me when I turned around to look one last time.
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The next morning, a single text buzzed my phone.
Katherine:
“Tonight. 10:30. Back door unlocked. You know where to go. Quiet, or you ruin it.”
I waited all day like I was on fire.
When night finally came, I slipped in through the dark like a shadow, heart pounding. The air inside smelled faintly of jasmine and something deeper — muskier. I crept into the closet, cracked the door, and waited.
The bedroom lights were low, golden. Music played — something warm and rhythmic.
Ava appeared first — her hair pinned up, body wrapped in something sheer and soft like cinnamon. She turned slowly, admiring herself in the mirror, hips swaying gently as she adjusted her straps.
Katherine entered next, barefoot and radiant, in nothing but a black robe that barely held its shape.
“I still can’t believe your husband doesn’t know,” Ava murmured.
Katherine smirked. “He knows enough to stay gone.”
Ava laughed. “And you think your boy’s watching yet?”
Katherine glanced toward the closet — directly toward me — and smiled.
“I hope so.”
The knock came softly. The door opened.
Jason and Kirt entered — taller than I remembered, more commanding. Ava bit her lip when they stepped into the light.
“Oh… my god,” she breathed. “You didn’t say they were this delicious.”
Katherine moved to the bed. “Go on, girl. Taste what you like.”
Ava didn’t hesitate.
She walked between them, fingers brushing buttons, tugging zippers — her body moving like silk on fire. She whispered something in Kirt’s ear, then sank down slowly.
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Ava dropped to her knees between Jason and Kirt like it was the most natural place in the world — her movements slow, hypnotic, her dress slipping off one shoulder like it was begging to be forgotten. She looked up at Jason as her fingers unbuckled his belt, her smile dark and dangerous.
“You’ve been holding this back?” she murmured, then freed his cock — thick, flushed, already twitching. “God, it’s beautiful.”
She didn’t wait. She wrapped her lips around the head, sucked slow and deep, and moaned like she’d been starving. Her hands moved with rhythm, stroking Kirt beside her while she devoured Jason like a prize she’d been promised. Wet sounds filled the room — slick, obscene, steady. Her head moved in slow pumps, then faster, spit dripping from her lips as she looked up at him with wild, glinting eyes.
Jason's hand found her hair, gripping, guiding. His jaw clenched, muscles flexed.
“F-fuck, Ava,” he groaned. “Your mouth... Jesus.”
She pulled off with a pop, spit stringing from her lip to his tip, then turned to Kirt, letting her tongue drag up his shaft while her hand worked Jason’s. Ava was a storm of mouths and hands and hunger — dripping sin wrapped in silk and lips.
Katherine watched from the bed, legs crossed, robe slipping to reveal one perfect thigh. She smirked like a queen watching her pet perform.
“That’s my girl.”
When Ava finally rose — lips swollen, eyes glassy with lust — Katherine opened her arms without a word. Ava moved into them like they’d done this a hundred times before. Their mouths met first, slow and messy, trading taste, breath, power.
Then Katherine pushed Ava down with gentle hands, kissed her neck, her chest, lower.
“I’ve waited all week to taste this pussy,” she whispered, voice like velvet laced with heat.
Ava arched, legs parting. Katherine sank between them and began to feast — slow licks, deep moans, fingers gripping Ava’s thighs to keep her still. It was luxurious, controlled — the kind of oral that wasn’t about rushing but about worshipping.
Ava writhed under her, gasping, hands in Katherine’s hair. “Oh fuck—Katherine… oh my god…”
Katherine's mouth was steady, precise, tongue flicking and curling, teasing the clit then plunging deep to taste her all. She moaned into her, lips glossy, cheeks flushed, savoring every second.
Jason and Kirt stood back, eyes dark, cocks still hard, mesmerized.
Soon, both women lay back — legs open, chests rising and falling in sync, hands entwined like lovers who knew every inch of each other’s secrets. Jason and Kirt took their places, kneeling before them, reverent.
Jason bent low between Ava’s thighs, tongue sliding slow and deep, savoring her taste like a luxury. His hands roamed her belly, her hips, then slid under her ass, lifting her into his mouth. Ava whimpered, body twitching with each stroke of his tongue.
Kirt did the same to Katherine — dragging his tongue from clit to hole and back again, making her hips roll, making her tremble. Her moans grew louder, richer — a melodic sound that filled the room like music too good to mute.
“You’re glowing,” Ava gasped, turning her head toward Katherine.
“I’ve never seen you get it like this.”
Katherine laughed breathlessly, her lips parted, cheeks flushed. “You either. God, you sound so dirty when you’re loving it.”
Ava grinned. “Maybe it’s being watched… Makes it hotter.”
Katherine’s gaze slid to the closet.
“He’s learning from the best.”
Then came the movement.
Jason lay back on the bed, cock rigid and glistening. Ava straddled him in reverse, her ass high, her back arched like a dancer mid-pose. Her hand wrapped around him, guiding his cock to her soaked pussy, and then — with a slow, controlled breath — she sank down.
Both of them moaned at once.
She began to ride, slow and steady, her hips circling, grinding. Jason’s hands gripped her ass, fingers digging in, eyes locked on the curve of her spine as it undulated like a wave.
“F-fuck… stretch me,” Ava gasped. “Ruin me for anyone else.”
Then — through a moan — she looked toward Katherine with that wicked, knowing grin.
“Mmm… I wonder if your neighbor could stretch my ass.”
Katherine gasped, her hand clutching the sheets as Kirt began fucking her from behind. She tilted her head back, laughing breathlessly.
“He’d love that, wouldn’t he?” she purred.
“Oh I know he would,” Ava said, breathless, hips bouncing. “Tomorrow… I’m riding your neighbor’s face.”
Katherine moaned loud and sharp — both at Ava’s words and Kirt’s thrusts.
“God, you’re filthy.”
“And you love it.”
They kept going — bodies slamming, voices rising — while just feet away, hidden in the shadows, Tommy sat trembling, rock hard, chest heaving, jaw clenched.
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I couldn’t move. Couldn’t blink. I was frozen behind the cracked closet door, my cock rock-hard, my whole body on edge like I was being edged without touch.
Ava was riding Jason in reverse — her body a masterpiece of curves and motion, sweat beading down her spine. Her ass bounced with every thrust, clapping against his hips as she threw her head back and moaned like a woman possessed.
“Ohhh fuck… stretch this pussy, baby. God, beat it up — I want him to know someone else owns this slut hole tonight…”
Jason grunted, grabbing her ass tighter.
Kirk was behind Katherine now, thrusting deep — rough — the bed creaking with every movement. Katherine’s robe was gone, her bare ass dimpling under each slap of his hips.
“Ohhh you’re hitting the spot… baby, you know my spot don’t you?” she moaned. “Mmm… of course you do. You cum by often enough when my boring husband’s away. God!”
Kirk didn’t say a word. Just grunted, gripping her hips harder.
Ava moaned louder, voice cracking from pleasure. “Mmm I came here to get fucked… fuck this pussy until it’s sore. Send me home to him ruined — stretch this shit out.”
Jason grabbed her hips, slammed up into her. Ava yelped and then laughed, wild and loud.
“Oh yeah, baby… fuck… he thinks I’m out with friends… being a good girl…” Her eyes fluttered. “But this pussy’s getting pounded — getting splashed! Fuck, I’m cumming!”
Her thighs shook as she screamed through her climax, grinding on Jason as he drove into her.
Katherine turned her head toward Ava and grinned darkly.
“That mouth on you,” she panted. “He’s gonna love it.”
“Mmm,” Ava groaned, hips rolling again. “Your neighbor’s gonna wreck this pussy tomorrow.”
Katherine moaned. “That young stud’s gonna beat it up, huh?”
Ava nodded, still bouncing. “Oh yeah… and my ass? My ass is his to stretch.”
Katherine gasped. “God, I can’t wait to watch that — your pretty ass taking all of him…”
They both laughed — wild, breathless, soaked in sex and sin.
Then Katherine’s voice dropped again as she looked back at Kirk. “Mmm… you’re close, aren’t you, baby? You gonna give me that cum?”
Kirk groaned. “Yeah—fuck—where you want it?”
She reached back, grabbing her tits, presenting them.
“Paint me,” she whispered. “Right here. I want it messy.”
Kirk pulled out, stroking fast, his body tensing—then grunted deep. Hot ropes of cum splattered across Katherine’s chest, streaking her tits in white.
She moaned, rubbing it in. “Mmm… fuck yes.”
Jason gasped under Ava. “I’m close—fuck—I’m gonna—”
Ava pulled off just in time, spun to kneel between his legs, mouth wide, tongue out.
“Feed me,” she purred. “Don’t waste a drop.”
Jason stroked his thick shaft hard, jaw tight—then shouted as his load shot across her face. First thick across her lips, then more over her cheek, dripping down.
She caught the last spurt in her mouth, moaning as she swallowed it.
“Mmm… god, you taste so good when you’ve used me like that.”
The room went still. Just heavy breaths, the scent of sex, the glow of sweat and sin.
Katherine turned her cum-glossed face toward the closet, lips curling into a slow, knowing smile.
“You still there, baby?” she whispered.
I didn’t breathe.
She licked a bit of cum from her nipple and winked.
“Good. Because this was just the warm-up.”
Chapter 10
The Thank You
The message came just after sunset.
Katherine:
“Ava wants to say thank you. Come over.”
No emojis. No details.
But Tommy’s chest tightened as he read it.
He didn’t need more.
He knew.
The house was dim, warm, flickering with candlelight. No music. Just the low, erotic hum of something about to unfold.
Katherine opened the door like she’d been expecting him for hours. No smile — just an arched brow and a knowing tilt of her head. Her robe was dark, silky, barely tied, and her skin glowed like she'd just stepped out of a steamy bath.
“She’s in the living room,” she murmured, stepping aside.
Tommy’s heart thundered as he stepped in.
There — sprawled across the velvet couch like sin in the flesh — was Ava.
Hair damp and wavy. Silky robe falling off one shoulder. One leg curled under the other. Bare. Glowing. Smirking like she already owned him.
“So you showed up,” she purred, eyes devouring him. “Good. I've been aching.”
She rose slowly. With each step toward him, her robe loosened more — the bare curve of her hip… the swell of her breasts. Tommy tried not to stare, but she loved that he did.
“You remember what I said last night?” she asked.
He swallowed hard. “Yes.”
Her eyes flicked to Katherine, now lounging in a chair in the corner, sipping wine, robe parted just enough to tease the tops of her breasts.
“Mind if I borrow your boy?” Ava asked.
Katherine’s lips curled. “Oh, I plan to share him. But please… start.”
Ava pushed Tommy back onto the couch, straddling him with hungry ease. She grabbed his chin and looked him in the eyes.
“Open your mouth, neighbor boy.”
She rose onto her knees and pulled the robe fully open, revealing her bare, glistening pussy inches from his face.
“Eat. And don’t stop until I break.”
Tommy obeyed, tongue out, mouth hungry. Ava let out a throaty moan as he latched on, licking long and slow at first, then faster as her hips began to roll.
“Ohhh… god yes… you taste that, baby? That’s what a grateful pussy feels like.”
Her fingers gripped his hair, yanking, grinding down on his mouth. She rode his face with rhythm, back arching, moans getting filthier.
Katherine sipped and smiled. “Good boy… make her cum.”
Ava leaned back, chest heaving. “He’s good, Kat… fuck… he’s licking like he needs it.”
“Oh, he does,” Katherine whispered. “I haven’t even let him fuck me yet. Poor thing’s been begging.”
Ava’s thighs tensed. “Fuck! Yes! Tongue-fuck this pussy—yes, yes—RIGHT there!”
Her body jolted, her moans high and shaking, and she came hard on his face — grinding down until Tommy was breathless.
Ava collapsed forward, panting against his chest.
“Now,” she gasped, “I want to feel that cock.”
She slid off his face, pulling his pants down and gasping as his thick, hard length sprang free.
“Goddamn,” Ava hissed. “It’s thicker than I thought… look at this cock, Kat.”
Katherine stood and walked over slowly, robe fully open now, her thick, luscious pussy glistening under the low light.
“Oh… it is thick. He’s going to ruin your pretty little holes, Ava.”
Ava climbed on top and sank down slowly, her moans dragged out, long and filthy.
“Fuuuuck… he’s stretching me… god yes… stretch me with that fat cock…”
Tommy gripped her hips, letting her ride — slow at first, then faster as her slick walls clenched around him.
Katherine knelt beside them, watching with dark, gleaming eyes.
“He’s fucking you so good, Ava… I can see it in your face.”
“Oh, he’s perfect,” Ava cried. “This cock’s gonna leave a mark… my husband will know this pussy got stretched.”
Tommy groaned. The words, the moans, the feel of her wet heat gripping him — it was too much. He tried to hold back, but Ava gripped his throat lightly and commanded:
“Don’t cum yet. I want you to wreck my ass.”
Katherine grinned wickedly. “Yes… time for his real test.”
Ava flipped over, ass high, face buried in the couch. She reached back and spread herself for him.
“Come stretch this hole, Tommy. Show me what that thick dick can do.”
Tommy’s breath caught as he pressed in, slowly… carefully… her moans shifting into gasps, then groans, then snarls of pleasure.
“Fuuuuuuck, YES!” Ava cried. “Stretch it! Stretch this ass! I want to feel it tomorrow. I want it to hurt, baby!”
Katherine dropped to her knees, crawling between Tommy’s legs and licking his balls as he pumped into Ava’s tight hole.
“Oh my god, Kat—he’s wrecking me,” Ava cried. “Wreck my ass! Show her what that cock does!”
Katherine’s tongue was soft and wet as she moaned beneath them. Then, suddenly, she stood and climbed onto the couch behind him — planting her thighs across his face.
“My turn, baby. Eat your reward.”
Her pussy was thick, soft, already dripping. She lowered it slowly onto his mouth and grinded down, her breath shaking.
“Yes… yes, baby… that tongue… oh fuck…”
Tommy was buried. Ava’s ass swallowing his cock. Katherine’s pussy smothering his mouth. He moaned into her, sending vibrations through her clit.
“You’re being such a good boy,” Katherine panted. “Eat it. Suck this fat pussy.”
Ava’s voice was ragged, wild. “He’s… stretching my ass so fucking deep… ohh fuckkkk!!!”
The room was a tangle of bodies, sweat, and sex. Wet sounds echoed off the walls. Moans overlapped. The women pushed him, teased him, praised him.
Katherine leaned back, riding his face with abandon.
“Make me cum… tongue me harder… oh fuck, I’m cumming… YES!”
Ava screamed out as well, body convulsing.
“I’m cumming! My ass is fucking destroyed!”
When it was done, the three collapsed into a sticky, trembling pile.
Katherine laid across Tommy’s chest, still panting, her fingers trailing over his lips.
“First time fucking in front of me,” she whispered. “You passed.”
Ava curled against his side. “And that ass-fucking? You’re dangerous.”
Tommy didn’t say a word. His face was wet. His cock was soaked. His whole body buzzing.
He was changing. And they were making sure of it.
Chapter 11
A Lesson Returned
The afternoon light fell in soft lines through the guest room window, warming the bed where Ava lay stretched, her robe slipping from one shoulder, skin glowing.
Tommy paused in the doorway.
She turned her head and smiled — slow, satisfied, a little dangerous.
“Come in,” she said. “Close the door behind you.”
He did, pulse thundering in his ears. Ava sat up, her bare legs swinging gently over the edge of the bed, the robe parting even more — just enough to flash the soft, glistening skin between her thighs.
“I told you I’d be back for you,” she said. “And here you are.”
Tommy stepped closer, eyes fixed on her body. Her gaze swept over him — slow and deliberate — watching the nerves, the want, the fire rising in his chest.
“I don’t want an audience tonight,” she murmured. “I want to feel you. Taste you. Just us.”
He nodded, jaw tight.
“Good,” she smiled. “Then take your time. Kiss me. Earn it.”
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Their mouths met — warm, slow, and deep. No hesitation now. His hands slid to her waist, then up her back. Hers curled into his hair, pulling him closer, opening her mouth wider. He kissed down her neck, hungry, lips trailing heat. The robe slid off her shoulder. His teeth grazed her skin.
Ava groaned softly. “Mm. That’s more like it. You’re not shy anymore, are you?”
He didn’t answer — just sank to his knees in front of her, hands sliding down her thighs. She leaned back on her elbows, legs falling open without hesitation.
“Take it,” she whispered. “I want your mouth.”
Tommy bent forward and kissed her inner thigh, slow and deliberate. Then lower. He inhaled her — clean, sweet, still damp from a fresh shower, but already slick with need.
His tongue touched her folds — slow, wet licks that made her breath hitch.
“Ohh… fuck yes…”
He licked with purpose now, parting her gently, letting his tongue tease, then flick, then glide deep. Her hips bucked, thighs trembling.
“God, baby,” Ava moaned, fingers tangling in his hair. “Yes… right there… eat it… don’t stop…”
He didn’t. He latched onto her clit, lips tight, tongue stroking fast, steady — until her legs tensed hard and she cried out.
“F-fuck I’m gonna—!”
Her whole body jolted, cunt spasming against his mouth as she came hard, gasping his name, grinding down on his face.
She collapsed back onto the bed, panting, glowing, glistening.
Tommy stood, mouth wet, eyes burning. Ava looked up at him, breathless.
“You’ve been practicing,” she smirked. “Shit… that was filthy.”
He climbed over her, kissing her hard, letting her taste herself. She reached between them, took his thick cock in her hand and guided it into her soaked pussy.
“Oh god, yes…” she gasped as he sank in inch by inch. “Stretch me… fuck me with that fat cock.”
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He moved inside her — deep, slow, thick strokes. Her body arched to meet him. Her nails dug into his back.
“You feel that?” she growled. “That thick cock pounding my wet little pussy? Fuck yes, stretch me!”
He groaned, thrusting deeper, faster. His hips slapped against hers. The sound of slick skin filled the room.
“You fuck like you mean it now,” Ava gasped. “You’ve grown into a goddamn weapon.”
He flipped her over, grabbed her hips, and pulled her ass up. Ava looked back over her shoulder, wild-eyed.
“You’re gonna make me fucking addicted,” she growled. “Don’t stop. Wreck this pussy.”
He pounded her from behind, one hand gripping her throat, the other spreading her cheek so he could watch himself fuck her open.
“Oh god, yes, yes, YES!” she screamed. “Give it to me!”
Her body shook as another orgasm ripped through her, but he didn’t stop.
“I’m not done with you,” Tommy growled, voice deeper than ever before.
She collapsed onto her chest, ass still high, breath ragged.
“Then take my ass,” she whispered. “I want to feel that thick cock where it really counts.”
He paused, hands trembling. Ava looked back at him.
“You think I didn’t notice the way you’ve been watching? I want it. Stretch me. Now.”
He spit into his hand, slicked her tight hole, and slowly began to push in.
Ava groaned — deep, guttural.
“Ohhh fuck… yes… yessss—fuck me there—stretch it—oh my god I feel everything!”
Tommy buried himself inside her inch by inch until his hips met her ass.
“Fuuuuck,” she cried. “You’re wrecking me—my husband’s gonna know this hole was used.”
He began to thrust — slow at first, letting her adjust, then harder, faster.
Her moans turned into filthy snarls.
“Yes, baby, fuck my tight ass with that thick cock. Use me. Wreck me. Let Katherine see what her boy’s become.”
Tommy grabbed her hips tight and rammed into her harder.
“I’m gonna cum in this ass,” he growled.
“Yes! Cum in me! Fill it! Fill my dirty little hole!”
He fucked her until his body locked up and he exploded inside her, groaning, hips jerking as he emptied deep into her ass.
She moaned as she felt him pulse inside.
“Ohh… fuck yes… I’m gonna be leaking you all day…”
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Later, breathless, sweaty, and shaking, Ava curled into him and smiled.
“You’re dangerous now,” she whispered. “You fuck like someone who’s tasted power.”
Tommy grinned, chest heaving.
“Still learning.”
She kissed him lazily.
“You’re going to ruin someone. Or own them completely.”
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That night, Katherine met him at the door, blocking his exit.
“She looked very… satisfied,” she said, amused.
Tommy just smirked, still glowing.
Katherine stepped close, trailing her fingers down his chest.
“You’ve come a long way, haven’t you?”
He nodded. “Thanks to you.”
She leaned close, lips brushing his ear.
“I think you’re ready for more.”
“More?”
Katherine’s smile deepened.
“Her name’s Marla. And she doesn’t go easy on anyone.”
She let the name hang there — heavy, loaded with promise.