Chapter 40
Right away, I knew this was gonna turn into a shitshow. The heat was cranking up too much, his kiss hot and sloppy, and I was totally out of control. It was supposed to be just some grinding, just that tasty tease with my cousin in the room, but it turned into fucking, real fucking, and my head was a total mess. I tried to think, tried to reason, but no dice. What if he thought I was just some random slut? Just for fun? What if he looked at my cousin and wanted her too? And worse, what if he thought I was just for messing around?
And deep down, I was. I was acting like it. Fuck it. Right there, I didn't wanna be the good little girlfriend, I wanted to be the slut he couldn't forget. I shifted and lay on top of him, feeling his hot cock pressing against my pussy. I glanced quick at Mariana and saw her there, face blank, mouth half-open, staring at us like she was stuck in a trance. I thought about asking to turn off the light, but why? If she wanted to watch, let her watch. If she wanted to jump in, let her jump. I wasn't gonna stop her. But I knew she wouldn't. She was on her period.
I lined up my hips and felt his cock slide all the way inside me, no resistance. That took my breath away. My whole body shuddered and I had to breathe deep to keep from cumming just from the entry. He groaned against my neck, a muffled sound I'd never forget. I knew he wouldn't last long, I could feel his body begging me to move. But I wanted to stay there, still, just feeling it. He squeezed my ass, pulling, wanting me to ride him, but I held back. I wanted to savor that feeling of being completely filled. It was hot, thick, and the perfect fit. One of the best sensations in life.
And then, like my head wasn't dirty enough, she brought back the image from the photo. That huge cock from my stepdad. The massive head, swollen, veins bulging. I started imagining the scene, me sitting on that ridiculous dick, stretching all the way to try and take it. I thought about what it'd feel like to have that head pressing inside me, hitting the back, forcing space where there shouldn't be any.
My body reacted right away. I started moving slow, hips circling, feeling every inch of his cock filling me, and with each motion I got wetter, more surrendered, more slutty. It was like I was fucking him and the memory of another at the same time, and that made me even hornier. The heat, the weight, the muffled slap of our skin meeting, and Mariana's stare right there, frozen, feeding it all. I was getting fucked and watched, and I'd never felt so turned on in my life.
My cousin was braless now, without taking off her top, pinching her own nipples through the fabric, the way she does when she's super excited—sometimes she doesn't even realize. I caught a glimpse, but that lit me up for real. My body was glued to his, my pussy swallowing him with so much hunger it felt like I was gonna melt. My groin was soaked, dripping what was mine and what was his, all mixed up hot.
With the slightest movement, I felt him tremble under me. I started moving slow, then faster, then slow again, playing with the rhythm, looking into his eyes, controlling what he felt. It was the first time I'd fucked in a real bed, the way I'd always dreamed—and only right there, in that moment, did I realize it. And fuck, I was in charge of everything. When his face tightened, when he made that look like he couldn't hold it, I'd slow down. I'd give a naughty smile, change the pace, just to watch him squirm. I knew I could make him cum whenever I wanted.
In the middle of it, seeing Mariana drooling at the sight, I let out:
"Tight as a drum down there, huh cousin? You're dying to jump in, aren't you?"
"Shut up… I'm leaking here and it's not snot. Gonna have to change my pad because of you two."
I laughed, without stopping my ride, and looked at her with that look like I was tempted to invite her. And I was. Part of me wanted to see what would happen. But the last time that went down, it was a mess. I wasn't a hundred percent sure I wanted to repeat it. But if she asked… I'd let her. No second thoughts.
I turned to the guy, hand on his chest, hips still moving slow.
"And you? You like coming over here?"
He couldn't even answer. He was all limp, moaning, trying not to cum. I started bouncing again, just to tease, and he laughed, covering his face in shame.
"Damn… I'm so horny. Let me cum, Jully…"
"I will. How do you want it?"
"Inside you. That okay?"
"It's okay… but I asked how. What position?"
The slutty aunt vibe was at its peak. I knew the answer. I knew exactly what he'd say. It was the way he'd dreamed of fucking me.
"You know…"
"Doggy style!" Mariana shouted, before he could even open his mouth. She knew, of course. I'd told her everything. My cousin knew more about my life than I did sometimes.
"And you, stay out of it," I said, laughing and sweating from the heat.
I got up slow, letting him slip out of me. I felt every inch come out, until that wet plop escaped my pussy and betrayed me. The two of them laughed, of course. My little pussy let out some queefs and I died of embarrassment, face hot as a griddle.
He got up too, and for a second I swore he was gonna go after Mariana. He stopped there, facing her, cock in hand, stroking slow. And her… she was gone. Eyes down, right on his cock, lips parted, almost drooling. The naughty girl's mouth wouldn't even close anymore.
I turned around, got on all fours, trying to position myself right. He came from behind. Mariana didn't even pretend—she sat right next to us, face like she was in the front row of the best show ever. She had almost the same view as him: my ass up, my pussy wide open, his hard cock going in. I still tried to keep some decency:
"Cousin, this is weird, go back to the chair."
But she didn't have time to answer. He penetrated me deep, all at once, hot, thick, and I buried my face in the pillow so I wouldn't scream. I'd never done it in this position. And holy fuck. I can't explain it. The feeling was insane. Like everything inside me got filled all at once. I felt like a slut, a whore, exposed, all spread out… and that just made it feel even better.
No hugging, no eye contact. Just the sound of skin slapping, the smack of my ass against his hips, his breathing getting out of control behind me. Mariana was whispering things I couldn't quite make out, giggling, like she was giving him directions. And me… I couldn't think anymore.
The world went quiet. Time stopped. The air vanished.
Each thrust was a shock, an explosion. I moaned into the pillow, fingers clutching the sheet, body shaking all over. And then, like a wave that swallowed me whole, the orgasm hit. Hard. Wet. Hot. It made my arms give out. I came gasping, with his cock still inside, feeling every contraction of my pussy squeezing him like it never wanted to let him go.
"Fuck…" he murmured behind me, not able to hold back anymore.
That's when Mariana, without a word, got up, grabbed a towel from the closet, and shoved it under us. The cum hadn't even come out yet, but she knew. She knew the mess was coming.
And it did.
He came hard, deep, inside. He grabbed my waist, pulled me against him, and I felt it all. Every hot spurt filling me up. I had to bite the pillow to keep from moaning louder than I should.
We stayed like that, still, in silence. Him still inside me, Mariana sitting next to us, watching. The room smelling like sex, sweaty bodies, cum.
And then the shame hit.
Nobody knew what to say. Not him, not me, not Mariana.
The three of us just stayed there… in silence.