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?
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Chapter 17
Waking Into the Glow
The morning sun stretched lazily across the backyard, golden light shimmering over the pool water. The air was soft, quiet, warm...like the afterglow of a perfect storm. Jess lay on her stomach on a towel, her hair tousled, face resting in her arms, still recovering.
Katherine and Tommy were beside her, lounging peacefully, the silence between them thick with something new. Not tension. Not confusion. Something slower. Deeper. Shared.
Jess finally stirred and broke the silence with a quiet voice.
“Um… do you guys remember everything from last night?”
Tommy chuckled low. “Every second.”
Katherine smirked, sipping her iced coffee. “Some things I’ll be replaying for years.”
Jess blushed, rolling onto her side. “I… I don’t think I do. At least not all of it. I remember… flashes. Like I was there, but also like I was watching from outside myself. I remember how good it felt. How... intense.”
She paused, her voice softer.
“Was I… too much?”
Katherine leaned in, eyes warm. “Baby, you were everything.”
Jess laughed nervously. “No really. I mean, some of the stuff I said... I think I remember a few lines, but… god. I was filthy. I don’t even talk like that.”
Tommy’s voice was gentle. “Jess, what happened last night? That wasn’t too much. That was you. Raw, free, electric.”
Jess pulled her towel tighter. “I don’t think I chose to say any of that, though. It just poured out. Like I was possessed by sex or something.”
Katherine smiled. “You were. We call it... The Drop. It’s rare, baby. You fell into a kind of erotic trance, and we just helped you ride it. It’s not about what’s ‘too much.’ It’s about what’s real in the moment.”
Jess looked between them. “So I wasn’t crazy?”
Tommy grinned. “No. You were fucking incredible. You are.”
Katherine added, “I’ve only read about people getting like that. You lived it.”
Jess laughed, still a little embarrassed. “Did I really say I wanted a pencil dick to drill my ass?”
Katherine burst out laughing. “Yes! And girl, it was the funniest thing, but I swear to god I got so turned on because all I could picture was this poor guy trying so hard, and you — just stretched out by Tommy and Marla — not even able to feel him.”
Jess gasped. “Stop! I did not...”
Tommy smirked. “You did. And when you screamed ‘I’ll get a 12-inch dark-skinned guy to send it up there,’ I almost came right then.”
Katherine fanned herself. “It wasn’t just what you said. It was how you felt. Wild. Honest. So deep in it you didn’t care about shame or logic or anything. Just pleasure.”
Jess’s blush deepened, but she smiled, too. “God… that’s kinda hot hearing it like that.”
Tommy reached over, brushing her hip. “I’d love to see you like that again. Even freer.”
Jess looked at him shyly. “You liked it?”
He leaned in. “When you said ‘Use me! Stretch me! Fill every hole!’... Jess, I’ve never been harder. You commanded us without even trying.”
Katherine nodded. “And when you told Marla to get out of your pussy because it was time for your ass to stretch? I’ve never seen anything like it.”
Jess covered her face. “Oh my god…”
Katherine grinned. “And then when you said ‘Let’s host an orgy party and just walk around fucking who we want,’ I was like... yup, this girl’s a fucking gem.”
Jess peeked through her fingers. “Okay that I kinda remember… and I meant it.”
Laughter broke out between the three of them, light and warm and freeing.
Katherine leaned back. “You know… I used to have a fantasy like that. Of someone watching me get fucked from a hidden place. Especially when the guy doesn’t know he’s being watched.”
Jess blinked. “Wait… so you and Tommy…”
Katherine glanced at Tommy, a sly smile on her lips. “Mmhmm. Early on. He watched me get fucked. It turned me on so much I lost it — I came so hard.”
Tommy chimed in. “At first, I thought it’d be hard to handle. But watching her like that? Seeing her claimed while knowing I was part of it? It broke something open in me.”
Jess looked stunned, in a good way. “Damn. That’s hot. I bet you came hard.”
Katherine nodded. “Hardest in years.”
Jess’s voice went soft. “I’d love to watch you, Katherine. You’re so sexy. I mean, you’re like… carrying so much pussy for such a fit body. I’d just be in the corner like goddamn.”
Katherine laughed, blushing a little. “Had a guy once who just wanted to eat it. Wouldn’t even fuck me. Said it was too perfect to ruin.”
“Okay, that’s fair,” Jess laughed.
They sipped and lounged, the mood playful but intimate.
Jess turned her gaze back to the pool. “You know… I don’t think I want to do all the things I said. Like, gangbangs, public stuff… maybe they’re just fantasies. But thinking about them while being fucked? It turns everything up.”
Tommy nodded. “Fantasies don’t have to be literal. They’re doorways. Triggers. You gave yourself permission to open every one of them.”
Jess smiled, finally relaxed. “So this is what it means to be sexually free?”
Katherine kissed her shoulder. “Baby, you just began.”
A little ping sounded....Katherine checked her phone. A text from Marla.
~Last night was something I’ll never forget. Jess is rare. Don’t let her slip away. Also… if there’s ever a next time, I want in again.
Katherine showed the text to Jess, who beamed. “Wow…”
They sat in silence for a few moments, letting it all settle.
“I wonder,” Jess said softly, “what else is out there. What other people could fall into that kind of trance... or have some erotic gift they don’t even know yet.”
Tommy’s eyes were distant. “Makes you wonder who else we’ll meet that’ll open a door we didn’t know existed.”
Katherine smiled. “And what kind of pleasure waits behind it.”
Jess leaned back, the sun warming her skin, her body still humming in soft echoes of the night before. She wasn’t just accepted here. She was seen. Wanted. Celebrated.
She felt free.
And for the first time… she wondered just how far freedom could take her.
Chapter 18.
Back to Books, Not Boring
Jess was supposed to stay two weeks. That was the plan. A short summer visit before heading back to college. But two weeks became four, and she didn’t even try to leave.
Freedom had a taste now, thick, dripping, and unforgettable. Tommy, Katherine, and this whole new world had awakened something wild in her. Something hungry. Something brave.
In that final week before she returned to school, Jess soaked in every moment she could. She would daydream later....in class, walking across campus, lying alone in her bed...about the way Katherine had lifted her onto the kitchen counter and eaten her until she shook.
Or the afternoon in the backyard, where the soft summer grass hid her moans. Katherine between her legs again, tongue skilled, patient, precise, until Jess arched into the sky like she was trying to fly.
But nothing haunted her more than the night by the pool.
Jess, bouncing on Tommy’s cock, soaking wet, riding him with slow, dirty circles of her hips… her hands braced against the edge, head thrown back. And behind her, Katherine. That thick, perfect pussy pressed to Jess’s face, her thighs trembling as Jess moaned into her. Jess licked, sucked, devoured her, and the three of them came undone together, bodies tangled in moonlight and water and wild, wild heat.
Even now, Jess could barely touch herself without picturing it. The smell of chlorine, the sound of slapping skin, the taste of Katherine. It wasn’t just sex anymore. It was memory. Etched into her skin.
~
College had started again, but the fire didn’t go out. It just shifted form.
The group text stayed active. Hot. Teasing.
Tommy would send a photo of his cock half-hard in the morning light with a message: Thinking about that pool night.
Katherine would respond with a shot of her tits glistening with lotion. You left a mark, baby girl.
Jess would send a selfie of her flushed face, biting her lip in bed. Can’t stop dreaming of both your mouths…
And sometimes it got filthier.
One night, Jess called Katherine just to hear her moan.
“Tell me what you’re wearing,” Jess whispered.
Katherine chuckled, already breathless. “Nothing. Just my fingers.”
Jess moaned softly, her other hand already slipping under the sheets. “Wish I was there. I’d suck those fingers first.”
Another night, it was Katherine who called Tommy.
He picked up to the sound of wet, messy moaning.
“Shhh,” Katherine giggled softly. “I’m in bed, lights off, and I’m fucking myself with the toy Jess left.”
Tommy groaned, stroking himself. “Fuck… keep going.”
And she did, all the way to a loud, sloppy orgasm while he listened.
Jess and Katherine kept up their own filthy exchanges. Texts full of dirty talk, gifs, and fantasy ideas. Jess teased often about what she missed. Especially one thing:
“I still want to watch you get fucked, Katherine. That thick pussy spread wide. Dripping. I’ll drive home one weekend just to see it.”
Katherine's reply had Jess squirming in her lecture seat:
“And I want you there, baby. Front row seat. I’ll moan your name while he fills me. Deal?”
Jess texted back instantly:
“Deal. Don’t cum without me watching.”
They were apart, but never distant. Never disconnected.
And every passing week, the tension simmered higher.
They were learning what it meant to stay connected, even across miles, and what it meant to crave someone when you already knew what their skin tasted like.