Chapter 1: The Secret Visit
The late afternoon sun filtered through the half-drawn curtains of Anita’s living room, casting warm golden streaks across the scattered shopping bags and colorful clothes piled on the couch. I lounged in the big armchair like I belonged there—because, in a way, I did. To the outside world, I was just “a good family friend” who stopped by to help with tech stuff or chat while Anita’s husband was away on another long business trip. Only Anita and I knew the truth: for the past few months, I’d been her secret boyfriend. We stole heated moments whenever we could—quick hookups in the master bedroom when Angel was at school or out with friends, quiet nights where we held each other after she vented about her marriage. But in front of Angel, I played the role perfectly: helpful, friendly, safe.
Today was no different on the surface. I sat with my laptop open on my knees, pretending to scroll through editing software tutorials while Anita stood in the kitchen doorway, cradling a steaming mug of coffee. She looked beautiful in her casual home clothes—a loose tank top and leggings that hugged her figure in a way that still made my pulse quicken when our eyes met. She gave me a small, knowing smile when Angel wasn’t looking, the kind that promised we might find a private moment later.
Angel, seventeen and full of energy, twirled in front of the tall mirror. She held up a pastel pink crop top against her chest, checking the fit from every angle. Her long hair swung with the movement, and her excitement was infectious.
“Mom, seriously, look at this one!” she called out, spinning so the fabric flared. “It’s super cute for a try-on haul. I already recorded the intro on my phone in my room—good lighting, nothing too crazy. I just need some chill background music and decent editing to make it pop.”
Anita raised an eyebrow, taking a slow sip of her coffee. “A try-on haul? On YouTube? You really want to post videos of yourself trying on clothes for strangers?”
“Yes!” Angel said, undeterred. She grabbed another top—a cropped black hoodie this time—and held it up. “Tons of girls my age are doing it and growing fast. Fashion, outfits, maybe some makeup tutorials or daily vlogs later. It could actually become something. Brands send free stuff once you hit a certain following.” She glanced over at me, her eyes bright with hope. “And he knows all about video editing. He told me last time he can add smooth transitions, text overlays, color grading—make it look totally professional. Right?”
I looked up from the laptop and nodded casually, keeping my tone friendly and neutral. “Yeah, I can walk you through CapCut or even Premiere Pro basics. It’s not hard once you get the hang of it.”
Angel beamed and walked straight over to her mom, clasping her hands together in that pleading way she knew sometimes worked. “Mom, please? Can he help me? Like, come over after school or on weekends? We could film a few things together and then edit them. It would be so much better with his help.”
The room grew a little quieter. Anita set her mug down on the counter with a soft clink and crossed her arms, her gaze shifting between her daughter and me. I kept my expression calm—family friend mode fully engaged—while inside I felt the familiar mix of protectiveness toward Anita and awareness of how delicate this was.
“No, Angel,” Anita said firmly. “You’re not doing that yet.”
“Mom, come on—”
Anita shook her head. “You’re still seventeen. I’m not comfortable with you having him over for private video editing sessions or filming while I’m not right here supervising. Not happening.”
Angel groaned dramatically and dropped onto the couch amid the clothes. “But I turn eighteen next week! It’s literally seven days. That’s basically already eighteen. Everyone treats me like an adult already.”
Anita gave her a long, knowing look—the kind only a mother can give. “Next week is next week. Until your birthday, the answer is no. You can film whatever you want by yourself on your phone. But no closed-door editing sessions with him. I’m not risking anything.”
I stayed quiet, letting them hash it out, though I caught Anita’s subtle glance toward me. There was a flicker of something in her eyes—jealousy? Caution? We’d talked privately about boundaries before, especially with her daughter around.
Angel wasn’t ready to give up. She sat up straighter. “Okay, fine… but can we at least start practicing and testing this weekend? Just me filming some simple stuff, and him showing me how the software works on the laptop? We won’t post anything. It’s literally just learning. No big deal.”
Anita sighed deeply and rubbed her temple, the way she did when she was weighing her options. The silence stretched for a moment. I could sense her thinking about us—our secret nights together—and how this new request complicated things.
“Practicing and testing only?” Anita asked, her eyes narrowing slightly as she looked at me. “That’s it? Nothing more?”
“Yes,” Angel said quickly, jumping on the opening. “Just the editing tools and maybe filming one or two test clips. Everything out in the open. Please, Mom?”
Anita studied her daughter, then turned her gaze fully on me. Her voice was calm but carried an unmistakable edge of authority. “You keep it strictly professional. Everything happens in the living room or kitchen—no closed bedroom doors, no late nights. I want to see what you’re working on, and if anything feels even slightly off, it stops immediately. Understood?”
“Understood,” I said evenly, meeting her eyes. There was a private understanding between us in that look: I’d respect her rules as a mother first.
Angel let out a triumphant little squeal and leaped up to hug her mom. “Thank you, Mom! You won’t regret this. I’m going to be huge one day—you’ll see. Millions of followers, brand deals, the whole thing.”
Anita shook her head with a reluctant smile, hugging her back briefly before pulling away. “We’ll see about that, Miss Influencer. For now, clean up all these clothes before dinner. And no more shopping sprees until you actually start making money from this.”
Angel laughed and began gathering the outfits, her energy still buzzing. As she passed by my chair on the way to her room, she whispered excitedly, “This is going to be awesome. Thank you so much. I can’t wait to start.”
I smiled back at her, keeping it light. “No problem. We’ll make some solid test videos.”
Once Angel disappeared down the hallway, Anita walked over to me. She leaned down, her voice low enough that only I could hear. “You behave. I mean it. She’s still my little girl for six more days.” Her fingers brushed my shoulder for a second—half warning, half promise of what might come later when we found a moment alone.
I nodded, my hand discreetly brushing hers. “I know. Family friend, remember?”
She straightened up just as Angel’s voice called from her room about outfit choices. The normal evening sounds returned—dishes clinking, TV humming faintly in the background. But underneath it all, the tension of secrets and new possibilities lingered in the air.
Chapter 2: Birthday Visit
The afternoon sun was warm on my back as I pulled up to the house with a small gift bag in hand. Officially, I was there to wish Angel a happy 18th birthday. Unofficially… I was there for Anita. It had been a few days since our almost-interrupted moment in the bedroom, and the tension between us had only grown. A quick text from her this morning — “Come by around 3. She’ll be distracted with her birthday stuff” — was all the invitation I needed.
Anita opened the door before I even knocked. She looked stunning in a simple sundress that clung just right, her hair loose around her shoulders. She glanced behind her to make sure we were alone, then pulled me inside quickly and pressed a hungry kiss to my lips, her body flush against mine for a few heated seconds.
“Happy birthday to her,” she whispered against my mouth, smirking. “But I’ve been thinking about you all day.”
“Same,” I murmured, my hand sliding down her waist. “Any chance we can slip away later?”
“Maybe. If she goes out with her friends tonight.” Anita gave me one more quick kiss before stepping back, composing herself into the perfect “family friend” smile just as footsteps came down the hall.
“Jason!” Angel’s voice rang out excitedly. She appeared from the living room wearing a new outfit — a cute short dress she’d probably bought for her birthday. She looked older today, glowing with the confidence of finally being eighteen. “You came!”
“Of course I did.” I handed her the gift bag with a grin. “Happy 18th, Angel. You’re officially an adult now. How’s it feel?”
“Amazing!” She hugged me tight, then immediately started rummaging through the bag — a nice pair of wireless earbuds and a small gift card for her favorite clothing store. “These are perfect! Thank you so much.”
Anita watched us from the doorway, arms crossed, a soft smile on her face that only I could read the hidden layers in. “She’s been talking about starting her channel nonstop since this morning,” she said, her tone light but with that underlying edge I knew so well. “Cake is in the kitchen if you want some.”
We moved to the living room for a bit. I sat on the couch while Angel chattered about her plans — hitting a certain number of followers in the first month, brand deals, all of it. Anita kept stealing glances at me, her foot occasionally brushing mine under the coffee table when Angel wasn’t looking. The air between Anita and me felt electric, charged with everything we couldn’t do right now.
Then Angel’s phone buzzed. She checked it and jumped up. “Oh! My friends are texting about tonight. But first—” She turned to me with that hopeful, pleading look again. “Can you come to my room real quick? I want to show you something.”
I glanced at Anita. She gave a tiny nod, though her jaw tightened just a fraction.
“Sure,” I said casually, standing up. “Lead the way.”
Angel’s room was brighter than I remembered — fairy lights strung up, a new ring light on a tripod in the corner, and clothes neatly organized on her bed. She closed the door most of the way (but not all, respecting her mom’s old rule) and turned to me, practically bouncing.
“Okay, so now that I’m officially 18, I want to start posting for real. Like, this week. I filmed a few test try-on videos yesterday, but they look kinda boring. Can you help me edit them? Or at least tell me what I should say in the next ones? I picked out some new stuff this morning.”
She grabbed her phone and started showing me clips — her modeling different tops and skirts, talking to the camera a little awkwardly but with growing confidence. I sat on the edge of her desk chair, giving feedback: “Speak slower here, smile more when you mention the brand, add a pause before showing the back…”
While she talked, my mind kept drifting back down the hall to Anita. The way her dress had felt under my hands at the door. How close we’d been the other day before Angel interrupted. Now here I was, helping her daughter plan her influencer launch while my real reason for visiting waited in the kitchen.
Angel pulled out a couple of new outfits from her closet. “Which one should I try first for the next video? I was thinking something cute but not too much. And can you set up the tripod properly? The angle was weird last time.”
I helped adjust the lighting and gave her some natural-sounding script ideas. She was thrilled, already planning her first official post for tomorrow.
After about twenty minutes, I stood up. “Alright, I should go talk to your mom about… uh, some stuff. I’ll be back in a bit if you need more help.”
Angel nodded, already changing the angle on her ring light. “Thanks, Jason. You’re the best. Seriously.”
I stepped out of her room and closed the door softly behind me. Anita was waiting in the hallway, leaning against the wall with a knowing look.
“Done playing video coach?” she asked quietly, voice low.
“For now.” I moved closer, my hand brushing her hip. “She’s excited. Wants to launch this week.”
Anita’s eyes flicked toward Angel’s door, then back to me. She grabbed my shirt lightly and pulled me toward the master bedroom. “Good. Then we have a few minutes before she comes looking again…”
The door clicked shut behind us.
Chapter 3: Birthday Barbecue
It was just past noon. Angel and I had spent the last couple of hours in the living room filming and re-filming try-on segments. She had changed into over a dozen outfits — bikinis, lingerie sets, cute pajamas, the works — posing, talking to the camera, asking for my opinion on angles, lighting, and what sounded natural. I sat there the entire time, nodding, adjusting the tripod, giving feedback, while my mind kept drifting back to Anita and the unfinished business from earlier.
“Whew, I think we got some good ones,” Angel said, flopping onto the couch in a silky robe. She was glowing, cheeks flushed from all the energy. “So… what are we going to do for my actual birthday?”
Anita walked in from the kitchen, wiping her hands on a dish towel. She caught my eye for a brief second, that secret spark passing between us.
“How about you go get ready, sweetheart?” Anita suggested. “We’ll do a nice barbecue. I’ll grab a cake and some groceries. Your sister Malvina should be home in a couple of hours too.”
Angel’s face lit up. “Yes! That sounds perfect.” She jumped up and headed toward her room. “I’ll shower and pick something cute!”
As soon as Angel disappeared down the hallway, Anita turned to me with a small smile. “Okay. Jason and I will run to the store real quick. You go get ready, honey.”
“Sounds good,” I said casually. “I’ll help with the grill when we get back.”
Angel called out from her room, “Thanks, guys!” and closed her door.
The moment we were in the car and pulling out of the driveway, the tension snapped. I drove a few blocks, then turned into a quiet side street and parked behind some trees where no one would easily see us.
Anita looked over at me, eyebrows raised. “What are you doing?”
I leaned back in the seat, already half-hard from hours of watching her daughter parade around in lingerie while I couldn’t do a damn thing about the ache. “Hey… how about you give me a blowjob right now? Here in the car.”
“Oh my god, you are crazy,” she laughed, glancing around the empty street.
“No, what do you mean I’m crazy?” I said, voice low. “I’ve had blue balls since this morning. I sat there for two hours straight watching Angel try on all those tiny outfits, like someone holding water in front of a thirsty man and never letting him drink. You interrupted us last time. Now it’s your turn to fix it.”
Anita bit her lip, eyes darkening with that familiar heat. “You’re impossible…” But she was already leaning over the console. She pulled down my zipper, freed me, and wrapped her warm mouth around me without another word.
The car stayed quiet except for the wet sounds and my low groans. Anita knew exactly what she was doing — slow at first, then faster, taking me deep, her hand stroking what her mouth couldn’t reach. It didn’t take long. The built-up frustration from the morning spilled out hard. She swallowed every drop, then sat up, wiping the corner of her mouth with a satisfied little smirk.
“Happy now?” she asked, voice husky.
“Yes. Very.” I pulled her in for a quick, messy kiss. “Now let’s go do the shopping before they start wondering where we are.”
We hit the grocery store, grabbing ribs, burgers, sides, drinks, and a big chocolate cake with “Happy 18th!” written on it. The whole time we acted normal — chatting about the weather, what Malvina might want to eat — but every few minutes our hands would brush, or she’d give me that look that promised more later.
When we got back to the house, Angel was already dressed in a cute summer outfit, helping set up the backyard. We fired up the grill, and the afternoon settled into normal birthday chaos. Anita was flipping burgers when her phone rang. She put it on speaker.
“Hi baby,” her husband’s voice came through. “Happy birthday to our girl! Sorry I’m still stuck out of town.”
Angel leaned in. “Thanks, Dad! Jason is here too. He came for my birthday to celebrate with us.”
There was a short pause on the line. “Jason, huh? Well… I don’t like him much, but it’s your birthday. You can do whatever you want today. Just behave, alright?”
“Yeah, of course,” Angel said cheerfully.
They talked a little longer about the barbecue and when he’d be home, then hung up.
A couple hours later, Malvina arrived. At nineteen, she was a year older than Angel, confident, curvy, and had been secretly teasing me for weeks. She thought I kept coming around because of her — little touches on my arm, “accidental” brushes, wearing tight clothes when I was over. I couldn’t exactly tell her the truth: that I was here for her mom.
Malvina hugged me a little too long when she greeted me. “Hey, Jason… glad you could make it for my sister’s big day,” she said, her voice sweet but her eyes playful. She pressed against me just enough that I felt her body, then pulled back with an innocent smile.
Anita noticed but said nothing, though her jaw tightened for a second.
The rest of the evening was filled with food, laughter, cake, and music. Angel was on cloud nine, already planning her first official YouTube upload. Malvina kept finding excuses to sit close to me or ask for my help with something trivial. And every time Anita and I passed each other near the grill or in the kitchen, our hands would touch, or she’d whisper something filthy under her breath.
The secrets were piling up, but for tonight, everyone was smiling.
Chapter 4: Birthday Night on the Strip
The barbecue was winding down in the backyard. Empty plates, half-eaten cake, and the smell of grilled meat still hung in the warm evening air. Fairy lights twinkled overhead while Angel sat between Malvina and me at the patio table, scrolling through her phone with a huge birthday smile.
Suddenly she looked up, eyes sparkling with a new idea. “Wait… since it’s my birthday and I’m finally eighteen, can you take me out to the Las Vegas Strip? Like, actually go walk around, see the lights, maybe go inside a casino or just celebrate properly?”
I leaned back in my chair, stomach full and legs tired from standing at the grill. “Hmm… sure, but it’s already getting late. I need to sit down for a bit. I’m wiped.”
Malvina shook her head immediately. “Uh, no, I can’t. I have an early shift tomorrow morning. No way I’m staying out late on the Strip.”
Angel’s face fell for half a second, then she turned those big hopeful eyes on me again.
I sighed, but smiled. “It’s okay. Jason and I will go. I’ll drive. Go get ready if you want to head out.”
Angel squealed and jumped up, hugging me quickly. “Yes! Thank you, thank you! I’ll be fast, promise!” She dashed inside to change.
Anita, who had been quietly clearing plates nearby, gave me a long look. Her expression was a mix of amusement and something sharper — that familiar jealousy she tried to hide. She stepped closer while Malvina was distracted on her phone.
“You two behave,” she said under her breath, brushing her hand against mine. “And don’t stay out too late.”
“I know,” I whispered back, squeezing her fingers for a second. “Just a fun night for her birthday. I’ll text you.”
Twenty minutes later Angel came out looking fresh and excited — a short sparkly dress, light makeup, hair down in loose waves. She looked every bit the new eighteen-year-old ready to take on the world. We said quick goodbyes to Anita and Malvina, then climbed into my car.
The drive down to the Las Vegas Strip took about thirty minutes. The whole way Angel couldn’t stop talking — about her first YouTube video going up tomorrow, how many followers she hoped to get, what kind of content she wanted to film next. I nodded along, keeping one hand on the wheel, occasionally glancing over at her glowing face lit up by passing streetlights.
We parked in a garage off the Strip and stepped out into the electric chaos. The lights were insane — giant glowing signs, fountains shooting water in time to music, crowds of tourists laughing and taking photos. Bellagio fountains danced in the distance. Angel’s eyes went wide with pure joy.
“Oh my god, this is perfect!” she said, grabbing my arm and pulling me along. “Come on, let’s just walk. I don’t even care where. I just want to feel like an adult for once.”
We wandered down the brightly lit sidewalks. Angel stopped at every cool spot — posing in front of the Mirage volcano sign, making me take pictures of her with the Paris Eiffel Tower replica behind her, laughing when a street performer in a sequined outfit tried to rope us into a dance. She bought a giant slush drink and insisted on sharing it. At one point she dragged me into a souvenir shop and made me help pick out a ridiculous “I’m 18 in Vegas!” sash that she wore proudly.
Every few minutes she’d look up at me with that bright, grateful smile. “Thank you for doing this, Jason. Seriously. Mom would never have let me come down here alone, and Malvina’s too boring for this stuff. You’re the only one who actually gets it.”
I smiled back, keeping things light even though my mind kept drifting to Anita waiting back at the house. “It’s your birthday. You deserve a fun night. Just don’t get too wild — I promised your mom I’d bring you back in one piece.”
Angel laughed and bumped her shoulder against mine. “I won’t. But… can we stay out a little longer? Maybe go see the fountain show again or walk through one of the casinos? I promise I won’t gamble or anything. I just want to soak it all in.”
The night was still young, the Strip alive around us, and Angel looked happier than I’d seen her in months. For tonight, I was the safe family friend helping the birthday girl celebrate.
But I already knew I’d have to explain every detail to Anita when we got home… and probably make up for leaving her behind.
Chapter 5: Midnight on the Strip
It was almost midnight. The Las Vegas Strip was still pulsing with energy — neon lights reflecting off the sidewalks, the distant sound of slot machines spilling out from casinos, and crowds laughing as they moved between shows and clubs. Angel and I had been walking for hours. We’d wandered through malls, taken dozens of photos in front of the fountains, the fake Eiffel Tower, and the Bellagio conservatory. She’d bought a few silly souvenirs, we’d shared frozen drinks and street tacos, and she’d laughed louder than I’d ever heard her.
We were sitting on a bench near the fountains, the water shooting up in colorful patterns to some song I didn’t recognize. Angel was leaning against my shoulder, her sparkly dress riding up a little on her thighs, cheeks flushed from the night and the excitement.
She went quiet for a moment, then looked up at me with those big, bright eyes.
“You know… I’ve noticed you’ve been coming over to our house a lot lately,” she said softly, a shy smile playing on her lips. “Especially when Dad’s away.”
I froze a little, but kept my face calm. “Yeah, well… your mom’s a good friend, and I like helping with tech stuff.”
Angel shook her head, biting her lip. “No. I know it’s more than that. Since I met you, I’ve been waiting for you to officially ask me.” She shifted closer. “You can ask me now.”
I looked at her, genuinely confused. “Ask you what?”
She laughed lightly, like I was being silly. “You know… ask me. Look, I know you like me. I know you’ve been coming over to see me. I like you too. A lot.” She took a deep breath, then said it straight: “Even if you’re not asking… fine. Yes. I want to be your girlfriend.”
Before I could react, Angel jumped up, threw her arms around my neck, and kissed me hard on the lips. It wasn’t a quick peck — it was eager, warm, and full of all the teenage excitement she’d been holding back. Her body pressed against mine on that bench in the middle of the glowing Strip.
My mind exploded.
What the fuck.
I couldn’t pull away immediately. Technically she was eighteen now — today — but my brain was screaming. Anita. Her married mother who I’d been secretly fucking for months. Malvina, who thought I was into her and had a boyfriend of her own. The whole tangled mess. There was only one real reason I kept showing up at their house when her dad was gone, and it wasn’t Angel.
But I couldn’t say any of that.
When she finally pulled back, still holding my face, her eyes were sparkling with happiness. “I’ve been waiting for this moment for so long,” she whispered.
I swallowed hard, my heart pounding. I forced a smile and touched her cheek. “I… like you a lot too, Angel.”
She grinned like she’d just won the lottery and kissed me again, softer this time. “Me too. This is going to be amazing.”
I sat there stunned, one arm around her while the fountains kept dancing behind us. Inside my head it was pure chaos.
What the fuck have I gotten myself into?
The night suddenly felt a lot more complicated. Angel was glowing, already talking about how we’d keep it secret for now, how excited she was, how perfect this birthday had become.
And all I could think about was going home to face Anita… and what the hell I was going to do next.
Chapter 6: Midnight Confession
It was just past midnight. The Strip was still alive, but the crowds had thinned a little. Angel’s hand was firmly in mine, fingers intertwined as we walked back toward the parking garage. Every few steps she’d squeeze my hand and look up at me with this bright, unstoppable smile. I had a girlfriend now. Officially. And my head was spinning so hard I could barely keep up with my own thoughts.
What the hell just happened?
As we walked, pieces started clicking into place like a puzzle I hadn’t even known was missing. All those “innocent” moments while we were filming her try-on videos… the way she’d pause, adjust her bra with a little “oops,” looking straight at the camera — at me. The way she’d hug me from behind while I held the phone, pressing against my back. The flirty little comments about how the fabric felt on her skin. I’d been so focused on just recording and helping her that I hadn’t seen it. Or maybe I hadn’t let myself see it.
She really had been into me this whole time.
When we reached the car, Angel stopped me before I could open the driver’s door. “I wanna sit next to you in the back,” she said softly. “So I can hug you properly.”
I didn’t argue. We climbed into the backseat together. The moment the doors closed, she curled into me, arms wrapped tight around my waist, head on my shoulder. Her sparkly dress had ridden up her thighs again. She pulled out her phone and opened the gallery.
“So… tell me honestly,” she whispered, scrolling through the photos. “Did you like the lingerie I was trying on? Did I look sexy?”
I swallowed. The photos loaded one after another — and holy shit. In the dim light of the car, I finally saw what I’d been recording without really seeing. Several of the sets were sheer, see-through lace that left almost nothing to the imagination. Black, red, baby pink… her body looked incredible in every single one. My pulse jumped like I’d been shocked.
“Oh… fuck,” I muttered under my breath.
Angel noticed my reaction and smiled against my neck. “You like them, huh?”
“Yeah,” I admitted, voice rough. “You looked… really good. Really sexy.”
She kissed me again, slower this time, deeper. That fire I’d been trying to ignore since the bench flared up hard. When she pulled back, she swung one leg over and climbed straight onto my lap, facing me, her dress bunching around her hips. Her hands cupped my face as she looked into my eyes.
“I’ve wanted this for so long,” she whispered. “You coming over all the time… I kept hoping it was for me.”
I couldn’t hold back anymore. I kissed her back — really kissed her. My hands slid up her thighs, pulling her closer. She tasted like the cherry slush from earlier and pure excitement. The way she moved against me, grinding softly, made my head spin. In that moment, with the distant glow of the Strip lights filtering through the tinted windows, I felt myself falling. Hard. She was making me fall in love with her, and it was happening way too fast.
After a long, heated minute, I broke the kiss, breathing heavy. “Angel… it’s getting really late. We should head back.”
She pouted, still sitting on my lap, arms around my neck. “No, not yet. I still wanna enjoy this. Just a little longer. It’s still my birthday.”
Her lips found mine again before I could answer. The car windows started to fog up as we stayed tangled in the backseat, kissing like the rest of the world didn’t exist.
I was in deep trouble.
Chapter 6: Midnight in the Backseat
It was just past midnight, and the Las Vegas Strip was starting to quiet down in that magical way it does — the crowds thinner, the neon lights still blazing but the energy shifting from wild to intimate. Angel’s hand was locked in mine, fingers laced tight like she never wanted to let go. Every few steps she’d swing our arms a little, her sparkly dress catching the light and her laugh still bubbling up from earlier. I had a girlfriend now. Officially. Angel Diaz — the girl I’d been helping with videos, the one I thought was just a friendly, ambitious seventeen-year-old until today — was my girlfriend.
My head was a whirlwind. What the hell just happened? One minute we were celebrating her birthday like family friends, the next she’d kissed me on that bench by the fountains and declared she wanted to be mine. And I’d said yes. Sort of. I’d told her I liked her a lot, because in that moment, with her looking at me like I was the only person in the world, I couldn’t say anything else.
As we walked toward the parking garage, more pieces clicked into place. All those afternoons filming her try-on videos… they hadn’t been innocent at all. I remembered now: the way she’d pause mid-change, adjust her bra with a soft “oops” while staring straight into the camera — straight at me. How she’d come up behind me while I held the phone, wrapping her arms around my waist for a quick hug that lasted a second too long. The little flirty comments about how the lace felt against her skin, asking if the color made her look “sexy enough.” I’d been so focused on lighting and angles and making sure the footage looked professional that I’d completely missed it. She’d been flirting with me the whole time. Testing the waters. Wanting me to notice.
Everything made sense now, like a puzzle snapping perfectly into place.
We reached the car. Angel tugged my hand before I could open the driver’s door. “I don’t want to sit up front yet,” she said softly, her voice a little breathless. “Can we sit in the backseat? So I can hug you properly… please?”
I nodded, heart already picking up speed. We climbed in together, the doors shutting with a heavy click that sealed us inside the quiet, tinted space. The distant glow of the Strip lights filtered through the windows, painting everything in soft blues and pinks. Angel immediately curled into me, arms wrapping around my waist, head resting on my shoulder. She smelled like cherry slush, vanilla body spray, and something warmer — something that was just her.
She pulled out her phone again. “So… be honest with me, okay?” Her fingers scrolled through the gallery. “Did you like the lingerie I was trying on? Did I look sexy in them?”
The photos loaded. My breath caught. In the dim backseat light I finally saw what I’d been recording without really seeing. She’d picked the sheerest pieces — black lace that was basically see-through across her chest, a red babydoll set where the fabric went transparent over her hips, a baby-pink bra and panty combo that left nothing to the imagination. Her body looked incredible in every shot: smooth skin, the way the light caught the curves she’d been showing off for the camera… for me.
“Oh shit,” I muttered, feeling a sharp electric jolt run straight through me. My body reacted instantly, heat flooding low in my stomach.
Angel noticed. She smiled against my neck, then tilted her face up and kissed me — slow, deep, full of all the desire she’d been holding back for months. Her lips were soft and eager, parting mine like she’d been dreaming about this exact moment. I kissed her back, one hand sliding up her back, the other resting on her thigh where her dress had ridden high.
She pulled away just enough to whisper, “I’ve wanted you to see me like that for so long. I kept hoping you’d notice how I felt… how much I like you. Not just as Mom’s friend. As mine.”
Her words hit me hard. She wasn’t just excited — she was in love with the idea of us. I could feel it in the way she trembled slightly when I touched her, in the hungry little sound she made when our tongues brushed. She wanted this. She wanted me. And damn it, sitting here with her on the edge of something real, feeling her warmth and her trust, I realized I wanted it too.
I kissed her again, harder this time. She shifted, swinging one leg over until she was straddling my lap, facing me. Her dress bunched up around her hips as she settled down, her body pressing right against me. I was already hard — painfully so — and she felt it immediately. A soft gasp escaped her lips, but instead of pulling away she rocked her hips forward once, slow and deliberate, grinding against the bulge in my jeans.
“God, Jason…” she breathed, voice shaky with want. “I can feel you. You’re so hard for me.”
Her hands cupped my face, pulling me into another kiss that went from sweet to desperate in seconds. Our mouths moved together, tongues sliding, her breath mixing with mine. I groaned low in my throat as she rolled her hips again, riding the friction, her panties the only thing between us and my jeans. She was driving me crazy — the heat of her, the way her body fit perfectly on my lap, the little whimpers she made every time I squeezed her thighs or slid my hands up under the hem of her dress to grip her ass.
I was falling. Hard. The secret I had with Anita, the way Malvina had been teasing me thinking it was all for her… none of that mattered in this moment. Angel was here, real, pouring every bit of her love and desire into me. She wasn’t a kid anymore. She was eighteen, confident, and completely into me. And the way she kissed me — like I was everything she’d ever wanted — made my decision easy.
I broke the kiss just long enough to look into her eyes, my hands still gripping her hips, holding her close. My voice came out rough. “Angel… I’m in. I want this. I want you as my girlfriend.”
Her face lit up with pure joy and heat. “Really? You mean it?”
“Yeah,” I said, pulling her back down into another deep kiss. “I’m yours.”
She moaned softly into my mouth, her hips moving faster now, grinding harder against me. The car windows were fogging up. My hands roamed up her back, fingers tracing her spine through the thin fabric of her dress. She was trembling with need, whispering between kisses how long she’d waited, how much she loved the way I made her feel, how she wanted to be mine in every way.
I was right there with her — heart racing, body on fire, mind finally made up. This was happening. Angel was my girlfriend now, and the pull between us was too strong to fight.
But we were still in the backseat of my car in a parking garage, the clock ticking toward 1 a.m.
“We should probably head back soon,” I murmured against her lips, even as my hands refused to stop touching her. “Your mom’s gonna wonder…”
Angel shook her head, kissing me deeper, her body still rocking slowly on my lap. “Not yet,” she whispered, voice full of desire. “I still want to enjoy this a little longer… just us.”
The night wasn’t over. Not by a long shot.
Chapter 7: Backseat Heat
The air inside the car had grown thick and heavy, the backseat smelling hot and intense — a raw mix of her vanilla perfume, cherry slush, and pure arousal. My heart was hammering. I was rock hard, throbbing painfully against my jeans, super horny from hours of built-up tension and the way Angel had been grinding on me. My mind was still spinning, trying to process everything that had just happened: the confession, the kiss, the decision I’d made to actually go with this and make her my girlfriend.
Angel kept rocking her hips slowly on my lap, rubbing her warm center right against the hard bulge in my pants. Every roll of her body sent sparks up my spine. I looked down between us and froze.
My jeans were visibly wet. A dark patch right where she’d been grinding.
“What the hell…?” I muttered, voice rough.
Angel let out a soft, breathless laugh. She bit her lip, eyes sparkling with mischief and desire. “Here,” she whispered. She reached down, pulled her sparkly dress all the way up to her waist, and showed me.
She wasn’t wearing any panties. Not the whole night.
That broke me.
The sight of her bare, glistening pussy — smooth, pink, and dripping wet — right there on my lap shattered whatever restraint I had left. I grabbed her hips, lifted her, and pushed her sideways onto the backseat. She fell back with a surprised little gasp, legs spreading open for me as I moved between them.
I hooked her knees over my shoulders, holding her legs up high, and dove in.
My mouth landed on her pussy like I was starving. I licked her from bottom to top in one long, slow stroke, tasting how sweet and soaked she was. Angel moaned loudly, her hands flying to my hair, fingers twisting tight.
“Oh my god, Jason… yes…”
She tasted incredible — warm, sweet, and addictive. I ate her like a man possessed, tongue swirling around her clit, sucking it gently, then pushing inside her. I went lower too, licking down to her tight little ass, rimming her while she squirmed and whimpered. Back and forth, pussy to ass and back again, devouring every inch of her. The wet sounds filled the car. She was soaking my chin, my tongue, grinding against my face desperately.
Angel held my head tight, pushing me harder into her. “Don’t stop… please, it feels so good… I’ve wanted your mouth on me for so long…”
I was way too horny to go slow. My cock was leaking in my pants, aching to be touched. After a few intense minutes I pulled back for air, breathing hard.
Before I could even speak, Angel sat up fast, eyes wild with lust. She shoved me back against the seat, her hands frantic on my zipper. She yanked my jeans and boxers down in one motion. My cock sprang out, thick, rock-hard, and throbbing right in front of her face.
“Fuck…” she whispered, staring at it with hungry eyes. She wrapped her small hand around the base and leaned in.
Her mouth was hot and eager. She took me in, lips stretching around my head, sucking hard even though her teeth grazed me a little in her excitement. It didn’t matter — the slight scrape mixed with the wet heat felt insane. She bobbed her head, trying so hard to take more, gagging softly when I hit the back of her throat. Her eyes watered but she kept going, sucking me like she wanted to prove how much she wanted this.
This was the second blowjob I’d gotten today. The first had been from her mother in the car earlier. Now it was Angel — my new girlfriend — working my cock with pure teenage hunger.
I groaned, hand gently resting on the back of her head. “Angel… baby, I’m getting close…”
She moaned around my dick, the vibration shooting through me. Her hand stroked what her mouth couldn’t reach, twisting, pumping faster.
“I’m gonna cum,” I warned, voice strained. “Angel, I’m gonna cum in your mouth—”
She didn’t pull off. If anything, she sucked harder.
I exploded.
Thick ropes of cum shot down her throat. Angel’s eyes went wide, a little panicked as she choked, but she kept her lips sealed around me. Her throat worked, swallowing as much as she could while some leaked from the corners of her mouth. She looked up at me with those teary, lust-filled eyes, mouth full, and let out a muffled little laugh around my cock.
I pulled out slowly, still twitching. I wiped the cum from her lips with my thumb and pushed it back into her mouth. She sucked my finger clean, then swallowed again, showing me her empty tongue with a proud, shy smile.
I stared at her — flushed cheeks, messy hair, swollen lips, dress bunched around her waist — and felt something deep click into place.
“Happy birthday, baby,” I said softly, voice hoarse. I pulled her up into my arms and kissed her, tasting myself on her tongue.
She melted against me, cuddling close, still breathing hard. “That was the best birthday present ever,” she whispered, nuzzling my neck. “I’m yours now… all yours.”
I held her tight, the reality sinking in. I had just crossed every line. Anita, Malvina, the secrets — everything was about to get a lot more complicated.
A whole new crazy chapter had just started.
Chapter 9: 3 A.M. and Beyond
It was 3:07 a.m. when I finally pulled up in front of the house. The street was dead quiet, every window dark. My hands were still shaking slightly on the steering wheel from everything that had happened in the parking garage. I was still in shock — my mind replaying the way Angel had choked on my cock, swallowed every drop, and looked up at me with those teary, happy eyes like I’d just given her the greatest gift in the world. My body, though? My body was wide awake. I’d already cum once tonight, hard, but my cock was half-hard again just from the memory.
The whole drive back I’d had my middle finger buried knuckle-deep in her tight little asshole, slowly twisting and pumping while she moaned softly in the passenger seat, legs spread as wide as the car allowed. Every time I curled my finger she clenched hard around it and whimpered my name. I couldn’t stop imagining how fucking incredible it was going to feel when I finally stretched that tiny virgin asshole wide open and fucked it raw.
I parked, killed the engine, and slowly slid my finger out of her ass with a wet, obscene sound. Angel let out a needy little whine at the empty feeling.
“We’re here, my sexy girlfriend,” I said, voice low and rough. I brought my finger to her lips and let her suck it clean. “Time for you to go inside and sleep.”
She pouted, still flushed and breathing heavy. “I don’t wanna let you go right now… I still feel you everywhere.”
I grinned, squeezing her ass cheek hard. “Can’t you just leave this perfect little ass with me when you leave? So I can take it home and play with it, finger it, stretch it, fuck it whenever I want?”
She laughed breathlessly. “Sorry, baby… it’s attached to me. Unless we go together.”
I leaned over and kissed her deep, tongue fucking her mouth while two fingers slid back between her cheeks, teasing her dripping pussy and fluttering asshole at the same time. “Go inside quick. Grab some lingerie, bikinis, a couple changes of clothes. Leave a note for your mom — make it say it’s around 7 a.m., that I’m taking you for an early morning pool photoshoot for your channel. Tell her you’ll be back around 7 or 8 tonight. Love you, Angel. Make it believable.”
Her eyes sparkled with pure naughty excitement. She kissed me once more, hard, then slipped out and disappeared inside the house. Ten minutes later she was back, carrying a small overnight bag. She’d changed into cute red-heart pajamas that hugged her body perfectly. At 3:30 a.m. she had left the note exactly as I told her on the kitchen counter.
When she climbed back into the car she didn’t even wait for me to pull away. She leaned over, unzipped my pants, and pulled my thickening cock out into the cool night air. “I like holding it while you drive,” she whispered, wrapping her soft warm hand around the base and giving it a gentle squeeze. “You can keep fingering my ass the whole way.”
I groaned, sliding my hand back down the back of her pajama pants, pushing two fingers into her still-slick asshole while I drove. She stroked me slowly, thumb swirling over the head every few seconds, smiling dreamily at me the entire ride to my apartment.
How the fuck did I get this lucky? I kept thinking. This beautiful, horny, freshly eighteen-year-old girl who wanted me this badly.
The second we stepped inside my apartment I slammed the door, picked her up like she weighed nothing, and carried her straight to the bedroom while kissing her like I was starving. I threw her on the bed, yanked her pajama top off, and buried my face between her thighs. I spread her pussy lips wide with my thumbs, staring at how pink, wet, and tight she looked.
“Fuck, Angel… you’ve never had sex before?” I asked, voice thick.
She shook her head, biting her lip shyly. “No… I’m a virgin. I waited for you.”
I groaned loudly. “Oh my God. You should stay a virgin for now, baby. I don’t want to take that tonight.”
“But I want it,” she begged, reaching down to touch my cock. “I want you inside me so bad.”
I shook my head, even though my dick was throbbing. “Not your pussy. Not yet.” I looked at her heart-patterned pajama bottoms. “Keep those on. Just the bottoms.”
She looked confused but obeyed. I flipped her over onto all fours, spanked her ass hard until both cheeks were glowing red and she was moaning into the pillow. Then I grabbed the fabric right over her asshole and ripped it open with a loud tearing sound, creating a perfect hole that framed her tiny pink rosebud beautifully.
Angel gasped, clearly turned on by how dirty it was.
I pressed the fat head of my cock against her impossibly tight asshole and started pushing. Even with all her juices and my spit, only the tip would go in. She cried out, half pain, half pleasure. I pulled out, fed my cock into her eager mouth so she could slobber all over it, then pushed back into her ass again. Over and over — mouth, ass, mouth, ass — for more than an hour.
Every time I tried to sink deeper than the head she whimpered “It hurts… wait, it really hurts…” so I’d pull out and let her suck me again, using only my pre-cum and her spit to train her tight ring. I kept two fingers in her pussy the whole time, curling them against her G-spot until she came three, then four times — shaking, squirting a little on my hand, screaming my name into the mattress.
Her ripped pajama bottoms were soaked. Her asshole was slightly puffy and shiny from all the attention. She was a trembling, whimpering mess, but every time I asked if she wanted to stop she begged me to keep going.
I looked down at my new girlfriend — face down, ass up, heart-patterned pajamas torn open just for me — and felt something dark and possessive rise in my chest.
I leaned over her, cock still lodged with just the head inside her stretched little hole, and growled in her ear:
“Ready for me to go wild now, baby? Because I’m nowhere near done with this tight virgin ass tonight.”
Chapter 10: Breaking Her In
The bedroom was dark except for the faint glow of the city lights sneaking through the blinds. Angel was face-down on my bed, her red-heart pajama bottoms ripped open right over her ass, the torn fabric framing her tiny pink butthole like a dirty gift. She was trembling, breathing fast, her hands clutching the sheets. I was kneeling behind her, my cock rock-hard and slick from her mouth, the fat head pressed right against that impossibly tight little ring.
I pushed forward slowly.
Her asshole resisted immediately — so tight it felt like a clenched fist trying to push me out. The head of my cock flattened against her, then slowly, millimeter by millimeter, her tiny pink ring started to stretch open around me. I watched it happen up close: the delicate skin blooming outward, turning pale as it strained around my thickness. It was beautiful and obscene at the same time.
“Fuck… look at that,” I groaned. “Your little virgin asshole is stretching so nice for me, baby.”
Angel whimpered loudly, face buried in the pillow. “It hurts… Jason, it really hurts… but don’t stop. Please don’t stop. I want it. I want to take you…”
I kept steady pressure. Her hole pushed back hard, squeezing so tight that the head of my cock suddenly popped out with a wet sound. She gasped at the loss.
I rubbed the head up and down her crack, then pressed back in again. This time I went a little slower, guiding her. “Relax, baby. Push out like you’re trying to push me out. Yeah… just like that. Good girl.”
She tried. Her ring fluttered and opened a fraction more. I felt the head slip inside — just the tip — and her asshole clamped down like a vice around me. The heat was insane, the pressure almost painful in how good it felt. Angel let out a long, broken moan, half pain, half desperate pleasure.
“Oh my god… I can feel you inside me… it burns… but it’s so full…”
I looked down and groaned at the sight: only the head was in, but her tiny butthole was stretched obscenely wide around my shaft. I could see every tiny wrinkle of her ring gripping me. I pushed a little deeper and felt her push back again — her body fighting even while she wanted it.
“Touch it,” I told her gently. “Reach back and feel how much is inside you.”
Angel slid one shaky hand between her legs and wrapped her fingers around my cock. Her eyes widened. “It’s… it’s still almost all the way out? Only the tip is in? Fuck… it feels like you’re splitting me open already…”
“You’re doing so good, baby. Breathe. Push out again. Let me in deeper.”
I coached her through it for long, slow minutes — telling her when to push, when to relax, how to angle her hips. Every time I gained another inch she cried out, a mix of sharp pain and growing pleasure. Her legs shook. Sweat beaded on her back. But she never told me to stop. She kept pushing back against me, trying so hard to take her boyfriend’s cock in her virgin ass.
I thought about Anita for a second — how I’d fucked her ass many times because she was scared of getting pregnant. Anita’s ass was tight, but experienced. She could take me balls-deep after a few minutes. Angel’s was on another level — younger, smaller, untouched. The difference made my cock throb inside her.
I pushed harder. Another inch sank in. Angel screamed into the pillow, her whole body tensing.
“It hurts so much… but I love it… I love feeling you stretch me… please keep going…”
I couldn’t hold back anymore. The need took over. I pulled out completely, my cock shiny with her spit and my pre-cum. Angel immediately turned her head, opened her mouth, and sucked me deep — ass-to-mouth with zero hesitation on her first time. The filthy sight made me groan. She bobbed her head sloppily, gagging, eyes watering, then I pulled out and pushed back into her stretched asshole.
This time I went deeper.
Half my cock disappeared inside her. Angel’s scream was raw and loud as her body shook violently. At the same moment her asshole clenched and fluttered wildly around me — she was cumming hard from the intense stretch and pressure alone. Her pussy dripped onto the sheets. Her legs gave out.
The feeling pushed me over the edge. I lost control, falling forward onto her back as my orgasm hit like a freight train. I came deep inside her ass — thick, hot ropes shooting right into her bowels while only the head and a bit more was buried. But the way I collapsed drove me even deeper. Almost half my cock was suddenly forced inside her tight channel.
Angel screamed again, a long, broken cry of pain and overwhelming pleasure as another orgasm ripped through her. Her asshole spasmed and milked me, squeezing every drop out of my cock. We came together — my cum flooding her virgin ass while she shook and cried underneath me.
I didn’t pull out.
I stayed buried inside her, panting, my cock still twitching. Even though only about half was in, I refused to leave her warmth.
“Angel, baby… turn over for me. Slowly. Keep me inside you.”
She whimpered but obeyed. I helped her roll onto her back without letting my cock slip out. The movement made her gasp as my shaft shifted deeper. Now she was on her back, legs spread wide. I grabbed her knees and pushed them up toward her ears, folding her in half. Her tiny tits sat high on her chest, nipples hard. Her small, smooth pussy was completely exposed right below where my thick cock was stretching her asshole.
I looked down at the sight — my fat cock splitting her tiny butthole open, her pink pussy lips glistening, her face flushed with tears and lust. She looked so small under me. So owned.
“Does it still hurt, baby?” I asked, slowly rubbing her clit with my thumb while keeping my cock buried.
“Yes… it burns so bad… but I love it,” she whispered, voice hoarse. “I love feeling you inside my ass. I love being yours like this. Don’t take it out… please…”
I started rocking gently, using my cum as extra lube. Each small thrust let me sink a tiny bit deeper. Her eyes rolled back. She gasped and moaned, pain mixing with intense pleasure every time I moved.
I remembered Anita again — how many times I’d fucked her ass in this same bed while her husband was away. Now I was buried in her daughter’s even tighter, younger ass on the same night she turned eighteen.
The contrast made me throb inside Angel.
I leaned down, kissed her deeply, and pushed a little more. Another inch. She cried out into my mouth but kissed me back harder, her hands clutching my shoulders.
“I’m keeping it in you all night, baby,” I whispered against her lips. “We’re going to stretch this little asshole until it fits me perfectly.”
Angel nodded frantically, tears of overwhelming sensation running down her cheeks, a broken, loving smile on her face.
“Yes… I’m yours now… all of me…”
I started moving again — slow, deep, claiming strokes — using my cum to slide just a little further each time, watching every expression on her face as I broke her in.
The night was far from over.
Chapter 11: Three Hours Deep
Almost three full hours had passed since I first pushed the head of my cock against Angel’s tiny virgin asshole. Three hours of slow, patient, relentless stretching. Three hours of her whimpering, crying, pushing back, and begging for more even when it hurt. The bedroom smelled like sex — sweat, cum, and the faint vanilla of her skin. The sheets were ruined beneath us.
I finally stopped pushing for a moment and let her body relax. My cock, still buried with just over half its length inside her, gave one last heavy throb. Then I slowly pulled back. Her stretched ring clung to me desperately before the head popped free with a wet, obscene sound.
Angel let out a long, shaky breath. “Ahhh… that felt so good when it came out… Oh my God, Jason… it hurts so much… Is my pussy going to feel the same way?”
I stroked her red, glowing ass cheeks gently, admiring the way her little hole stayed slightly open for a second before slowly twitching closed. “Yeah, baby. First time always hurts like hell. But after a few more times — maybe a couple weeks of us fucking like this every chance we get — you’ll loosen up. It’ll still be tight, but it’ll slide in easier.”
She turned her head to look back at me, eyes glassy with tears and lust. “So… you’re saying it’s good that I’m this tight?”
I leaned down and kissed the small of her back. “Of course it is. You have the tightest, sweetest little ass I’ve ever fucked. Sexy, pale Russian skin, gorgeous curves… Don’t you dare tan and make it bronze. I love your ass exactly like this — milky white, soft, and pure. Keep it this way for me.”
Angel smiled shyly, even through the pain. She’d been talking for weeks about wanting to get a deep tan. Now she just nodded. “Okay… if you like it white, I’ll keep it white for you.”
I moved up beside her and gently guided her head toward my cock. It was still slick, shiny, and half-hard from being inside her for so long. “Now suck it, baby. It’s all covered in your ass. Clean it for me while it gets hard again.”
She didn’t hesitate. Her soft lips wrapped around the head, then slid down as far as she could go. The warmth and wetness of her mouth made me groan. Within seconds I was rock-hard again, pulsing against her tongue. She sucked sloppily, making it dripping wet with spit, gagging softly when I touched the back of her throat.
“Good girl… get it super wet and sloppy so it won’t hurt as much when I go back in.”
When it was glistening, I pulled out of her mouth with a pop. Angel immediately grabbed the backs of her knees and pulled her legs up toward her chest, spreading herself open for me like an obedient little toy. I loved how quickly she was learning — how eager she was to be trained.
I positioned myself between her legs again. Her tiny butt cheeks were red from spanking, her ripped pajama bottoms still framing that perfect little hole. My thick cock looked massive compared to it. It was almost 6 a.m. now. The sky outside was just starting to lighten.
“Alright, baby. Let’s go again. When I push in, you push out like you’re trying to poop. That opens you up. When I pull back, just relax. We’ll do it together. First times are always the hardest.”
I pressed the fat, slippery head against her hole and started pushing. Angel’s face scrunched up in pain, but she pushed out like I taught her. Her ring slowly opened again, stretching wide around me. She let out a long, shaky moan.
“It hurts… it burns so bad… but I want it deeper… I want all of you…”
Inch by inch I fed my cock into her. She was still incredibly tight, but the hours of work had paid off. Her walls gripped every ridge and vein. I watched her face the whole time — the way her eyes watered, how she bit her lip, how she kept breathing through the pain because she loved belonging to me.
Finally, I couldn’t be gentle anymore.
“Baby, I’m done being careful,” I growled. “I’m going to push it all the way in now.”
I grabbed her shoulders, pulled her body toward me, and thrust hard. Angel’s eyes flew open. A raw, high-pitched scream tore out of her as I sank balls-deep in one brutal stroke. The head of my cock pushed so far inside her that I felt her stomach bulge slightly under my hand.
“Fuuuuck! It hurts! It’s too deep! Oh my god, Jason!”
But even as she screamed, her asshole clenched and fluttered wildly around me. She came hard — her pussy dripping, legs shaking violently. The pain and fullness triggered a massive anal orgasm that made her whole body convulse.
I held myself buried to the hilt, groaning at how incredible she felt. With Anita it had taken weeks of careful training before I could finally go balls-deep in her ass. With Angel… same day. Same fucking night. Her tiny body had taken every inch.
“You did it, baby,” I whispered, voice thick with pride and lust. “You took the whole thing. Good girl.”
Angel was crying and laughing at the same time, a dazed, blissful smile on her tear-streaked face. She rubbed her clit frantically while I stayed buried deep. “It feels like you’re in my stomach… It hurts so much but I love it… I love being full of you…”
I started moving — slow, deep strokes at first, then gradually harder. I pulled her hair gently to keep her in place and fucked her with long, claiming thrusts. Every time I bottomed out she let out a broken “Ah! Ah! Ah!” sound.
“I feel it… it’s in my stomach… Is it all the way in?”
“Yes, baby. As deep as it can go. You’re taking every inch like a perfect little slut for me.”
The phone started ringing on the nightstand. Anita’s name flashed on the screen.
I didn’t pull out. I kept my cock buried to the balls inside her daughter’s asshole.
“Don’t answer right now,” I told Angel. “Just let it go to voicemail. You’ll say your phone was on silent during the photoshoot.”
We waited. The ringing stopped.
I kept fucking her slowly while thinking about what the hell I was going to tell Anita. Hey, I was really enjoying fucking your ass, but now I’m enjoying your daughter’s much tighter one. Part of me wondered if Anita would lose her mind. But she was cheating on her husband too… she couldn’t exactly throw stones.
I looked down at Angel. “How’s my angel doing?”
“So full… it hurts but it feels good now… keep going…”
I grabbed my phone. “We told her we’re doing a pool photoshoot, right? We need proof.” I started recording a video — the sight of my thick cock sliding in and out of her stretched asshole, her tiny body folded up, her face contorted in pain and pleasure.
“Smile for the camera, baby. Tell me how it feels.”
“I’m coming, Jason… I’m gonna come again…” she moaned.
“Rub your pussy. Let’s come together.”
I fucked her harder, recording every second. Angel rubbed her clit fast and exploded at the exact moment I did. I pumped rope after rope of cum deep inside her bowels for the second time that night.
When I finally pulled out slowly, her asshole stayed open for a few seconds — a perfect, ruined gape holding the shape of my cock. Thick white cum leaked out slowly.
I stopped the recording and kissed her sweaty forehead.
“Happy birthday, my beautiful girlfriend.”
Angel looked up at me with exhausted, adoring eyes, still breathing hard.
“I’m yours now… completely.”
The sun was rising. A whole new day — and a whole new set of secrets — had begun.
Chapter 12: Morning After
The sun was already creeping through the blinds, painting soft golden stripes across the messy bed. Angel stood naked in front of the full-length mirror on the closet door, legs slightly apart, one hand reaching back to gently touch her swollen, puffy butthole. She winced as her fingers brushed the tender ring, still slightly open and leaking a thin trail of my cum down her inner thigh. Her face was flushed, eyes watery from the ache.
“My ass hurts so bad…” she whispered, voice hoarse from all the moaning and screaming. She pressed two fingers around the rim, trying to see how stretched she was. “It feels like you’re still inside me. Like my stomach is sore all the way up.”
I sat on the edge of the bed, cock half-hard and still glistening, watching her with a satisfied smile. “Oh, I love that,” I said softly. “I want your ass to hurt like this all the time. Every time you sit down today, I want you to remember exactly who owns it now.”
She turned to look at me, still holding her sore hole, a mix of pain and shy pride on her face. Just last week I had been “the nice family friend” who helped with video editing. Now this beautiful, freshly eighteen-year-old girl was standing naked in my bedroom with my cum dripping out of her freshly broken-in asshole.
I remembered the nights I’d spent waiting for Angel to leave the house — shopping with friends or out with school stuff — so I could drag Anita into the bedroom and fuck her ass for hours. I’d make her scream into the pillow while I pounded her, then paint her face and fill her mouth before casually walking back out to the living room. Angel would come home, sit on the same couch laughing and talking, completely unaware that her mother’s asshole was still full of my load and leaking into her panties. The secret thrill of it had always turned me on. Now I had both of them.
“How’s my baby doing?” I asked gently.
Angel pouted, still cradling her ass. “Not good… My ass really hurts. It’s throbbing. I didn’t think it would be this painful…”
I tilted my head. “Well, you’ve been waiting for this for a long time, haven’t you? Is it too much? It’s not too late. You can still change your mind. Find a boyfriend your own age… someone younger, with a smaller dick. Probably easier on that tight little hole.”
Her eyes widened in panic. “What? No! No way!” She rushed over, climbed onto my lap, and hugged me tight, pressing her tiny tits against my chest. “It hurts… but I love it. I love that you did this to me. I’ve been waiting for you. Every time you came over I was watching you, thinking about you when I was in my room… touching myself. Now that we’re together, I’m not letting you go. You’re mine.”
She whispered something soft and melodic in Russian against my neck.
“What does that mean?” I asked, stroking her back.
“It means… you are my hot, sexy boyfriend,” she translated, blushing.
I smiled, pulled her face to mine, and kissed her deeply. Then I bent my head and took one of her small, perky tits into my mouth, sucking hard on the nipple while my hand squeezed the other. Angel gasped, arching into me immediately.
“Mmm… what are you doing? Oh… that feels so good…”
I switched to the other nipple, licking and gently biting. “Don’t worry, baby. A few more times and this tiny butthole of yours is going to get used to me. It’ll loosen up just enough. Soon you’ll be begging me to fuck you harder. You’ll text me in the middle of the day saying you need my cock stretching your ass again.”
She moaned softly, grinding against my thigh even though she was sore. “I wish it felt this good when you were inside me… without all the pain.”
“It will. Soon.”
I stood up, scooping her tiny body into my arms — so light, so soft, her pale ass cheeks still marked red from my hands. “Let’s take a shower together. Our first shower as boyfriend and girlfriend.”
In the bathroom she shifted uncomfortably. “I need to pee…”
“Good. I do too.” I opened the shower door and turned the water on warm. “Everything of yours is mine now. That ass, that pussy, that mouth… and this cock is yours. Anything that comes out of it is yours too.”
I stood behind her, my thick cock resting between her legs, the head nudging her pussy lips. “Go ahead, baby. Pee on my dick. Let me feel it.”
She hesitated for a second, then relaxed. A warm stream poured out of her, splashing over my cock and balls. I groaned at how filthy and intimate it felt. Then I sat down on the shower floor, pulling her closer.
“Pee on me, Angel. On my chest.”
Her face turned bright red, but she did it — golden piss hitting my chest, running down my abs while she rubbed her clit. When she finished I buried my face between her legs and ate her pussy hungrily, tasting her while the water ran over us. I spanked her sore ass hard, making her yelp.
“Now sit down, baby. Hold my cock. Kiss it. Lick it. Breathe on it.”
She knelt between my legs obediently, small hands wrapping around my shaft. She kissed the head, licked the underside, nuzzled it lovingly.
“I’m about to pee too,” I told her. “Guide it. I want to cover your chest, your tiny tits, your lips.”
She looked nervous. “It’s dirty…”
“It’s called a golden shower, baby. And it’s hot. Open your mouth a little.”
I let go. A strong stream of piss splashed across her perky little tits, over her nipples, then up to her lips and chin. Angel moaned, rubbing her pussy faster, clearly turned on despite her embarrassment. She even leaned in and let some hit her tongue.
“Good girl… Next time you’ll hold your mouth wide open so I can fill it. You can gargle and spit… or swallow if you want. But this is perfect training for now.”
We finished washing each other slowly, my hands all over her body, hers never leaving my cock for long.
Back in the bedroom she lay on her stomach, lazily sucking my cock while I stroked her hair. I handed her the phone.
“Call your mom. Tell her we’re still at the pool area waiting. There was some morning event, too many people, so we have to wait until noon or later when it quiets down for good pictures.”
Angel nodded, took the phone, and dialed while still slowly bobbing on my dick.
Anita picked up. “Angel? Where are you, honey? I saw your note.”
“Yeah, Mom… we’re here. There’s some event going on, so we’re just waiting. Jason’s with me. He’s helping me with the angles and everything.”
Anita’s voice was warm but cautious. “Okay… make sure you listen to him. He’s like your uncle, so do whatever he says. Don’t do anything crazy, alright?”
Angel rolled her eyes while sucking me deeper. “Oh my god, Mama. I’m not a kid anymore.”
“I know, I know. Just be safe. Love you.”
“Love you too.” Angel hung up and pulled off my cock with a wet pop, glaring at me playfully. “It’s all your fault! You always called me kiddo in front of her. Now she still treats me like a little girl and tells me to listen to ‘Uncle Jason.’ I hate it!”
I laughed, guiding her mouth back down. “Well… I wasn’t completely wrong before. But you’re not a kid anymore. You’re my girl.”
She pouted around my cock. “Shut up. And you gotta be nicer. Don’t ever call me kiddo again. I hate it every time.”
I gripped her hair gently and pushed deeper into her warm mouth.
“Okay… less talking. More sucking, baby.”
Angel moaned happily and obeyed, taking me as deep as she could while the morning light grew brighter outside.
The secrets were only just beginning.
Chapter 13: Oil, Pain, and Pleasure
Half an hour had passed with Angel’s warm, wet mouth wrapped around my cock. She was lying on her stomach between my legs, sucking slowly and lovingly, her tongue swirling around the head every few seconds while her small hand stroked the base. I played with her tiny titties, pinching and rolling her sensitive nipples between my fingers, then slid my other hand down to rub her smooth, puffy pussy in lazy circles. Every time I brushed her clit she moaned around my shaft, the vibrations sending pleasure up my spine.
“Baby… are you ready to go again?” I asked softly, stroking her hair.
She pulled off my cock with a wet pop, lips shiny, eyes a little red and watery. “Um… I don’t know. My eyes are hurting from crying and sucking so long…”
I smiled gently and pulled her up into my arms. “Oh baby, don’t worry. This time it’s going to be easier. It won’t hurt nearly as much. I promise.”
I laid her back down on her stomach, admiring the perfect pale globes of her ass, still slightly red from earlier spanking. “You know what? I think I have some oil. Let me give you a good massage first.”
I got up and grabbed the bottle of lavender oil from the nightstand. The scent filled the room as I poured a generous amount into my palms and started rubbing it into her tiny butt cheeks. I kneaded them deeply, spreading her open so the oil dripped down her crack and over her tender little hole.
Angel sighed happily. “Mmm… that feels so good. You had oil this whole time? I could have used it earlier so it wouldn’t hurt so much…”
I chuckled, pressing my thumbs into her soft flesh. “I know. But I wanted to enjoy your first time raw — no lube, no oil, just your spit and my cock. I wanted to really feel myself destroying this tight virgin ass.”
She turned her head and pouted. “You’re so mean…”
“No, baby. I’m not mean.” I leaned down and kissed the back of her neck. “I just like fucking my baby raw. I like knowing every inch of stretch came from me alone.”
I kept massaging her for several minutes, working the oil into her skin until her ass glistened. Then I handed her the bottle. “Now turn around. I want you to oil me. Rub my cock, my balls, my ass. Get me super oily all over. More oil means less pain for you.”
Angel sat up eagerly, pouring oil into her small hands. She rubbed it all over my thick cock, stroking me slowly until it was shiny and slick, then cupped my heavy balls, massaging them gently. She even slid her slippery fingers behind them to rub my asshole, making me groan. By the time she was done, my entire lower body was glistening.
“Now lay down, baby. On your stomach again.”
She obeyed, looking back at me with nervous excitement. “Spread your butt cheeks for me. Hold them open.”
Angel reached back with both hands, pulling her pale cheeks wide apart. Her tiny butthole, which had tightened back up during the break, looked almost impossibly small again. I loved it.
“Fuck… still so tight,” I breathed.
I slid my oily cock between her thighs first, rubbing it up and down along her pussy and ass crack, teasing her. Then I took myself in hand.
“Grab my cock, baby. Guide it. Put the tip right against your butthole. Adjust it perfectly.”
Her small hand reached back, wrapped around my slick shaft, and carefully lined me up. The oily head pressed right against her puckered ring.
“Good girl.”
I started pushing slowly, poking and prodding, letting the oil do its work. Inch by inch I sank in. She was already whimpering and moaning by the time I was halfway buried.
“Ahh… I… it still hurts… but it’s smoother now…”
I poured more oil directly onto where we were joined and started rubbing her shoulders and back, giving her a deep massage while my cock continued its slow invasion. “Relax, baby. Just breathe.”
While still buried halfway inside her, I reached for my phone and called Anita.
“Hey… yeah, we’re still here at the pool area,” I said casually as I pushed another inch deeper into her daughter’s ass. Angel bit the pillow to stay quiet. “Not sure if we’ll be able to do the photoshoot right now, there’s still a crowd, but Angel really wants to try. I couldn’t say no to her.”
Anita’s voice was soft. “You’re so nice. Thank you for doing this for her. I miss you, by the way… Are you coming over tonight?”
I smiled, sinking even deeper into Angel while talking to her mother. “Mmm, yes. I miss you too. I’ll see you later.”
I hung up, tossed the phone aside, and leaned my full weight on top of Angel, pressing her into the mattress. She gasped sharply.
“Ow… it hurts…”
“Good,” I growled in her ear. “I love it when I hurt you. The more it hurts, the more I know I’m owning you.”
“I thought you loved me…” she whimpered.
“I do love you. That’s exactly why I want to hurt you like this.” I pushed the rest of the way in with one smooth, steady thrust until my hips were flush against her oily ass cheeks. She cried out, pushing weakly against me, but I held her down and started fucking her properly — long, deep strokes, pulling almost all the way out and sliding back in balls-deep.
“That’s it, baby. You’re taking it all now.”
I fucked her like that for a long time, then pulled out completely. “Come here. Suck it.”
She turned around obediently. “What is this called?”
“Ass-to-mouth, baby.”
For the next two hours I alternated between her stretched asshole and her eager mouth, going deep in both. I made her cum four or five times, her body shaking and squirting small amounts on the sheets.
Finally I carried her to the living room. I sat on the couch, then laid her back so her head hung off the edge toward the floor, ass up on the couch cushions in a perfect piledriver position. I pushed her knees all the way back to her ears. Her tiny body was folded in half, asshole and pussy completely exposed and pointing upward, her face right below.
I stood over her, looking down. “Make that kissy face with your lips… yeah, just like that. Your little asshole looks exactly like your mouth right now.”
I aimed my cock straight down and started fucking her vertically — dropping down deep into her ass, then rising up. Every few strokes I’d pull forward and slide into her waiting mouth instead, fucking her throat for a moment before going back into her ass. The position was filthy and perfect for her petite frame.
After ten intense minutes I felt my orgasm building.
“I’m gonna cum, baby.”
I rubbed her clit hard and fast while pounding downward. Angel screamed around my cock as she suddenly exploded — a powerful, gushing squirt shooting out of her pussy, spraying all over her own tits, face, and the floor. Her asshole clenched violently around me as she came.
The sight pushed me over the edge. I buried myself to the balls and unloaded deep inside her bowels, pumping rope after thick rope of cum into her while she kept squirting and shaking.
When I finally pulled out, her asshole stayed open, pulsing, creamy cum slowly leaking out.
Angel was panting, covered in her own squirt, eyes wide with shock and pleasure.
“Oh my God… what was that? Did I just pee?”
I laughed softly, stroking her soaked pussy. “No, baby. That was you squirting. Your first time. That’s the fun.”
She trembled, a dazed, blissful smile spreading across her face. “That was… crazy… I’ve never felt anything like that.”
I leaned down and kissed her cum-covered lips. “And we’re just getting started, my beautiful girl.”
The sun was fully up now, but neither of us had any intention of leaving the apartment anytime soon.
Chapter 14: Confessions in the Afterglow
Angel was completely spent. Her petite body trembled with exhaustion as she lay there on the living room floor, covered in a mix of sweat, her own squirt, and my cum that was still slowly leaking from her ruined little asshole. Her pale skin glowed pink in places where I’d gripped her too hard. Her tiny tits rose and fell rapidly with each shaky breath. Her eyes were half-closed, lashes wet, and that freshly fucked, destroyed look on her face made my chest tighten with dark satisfaction.
I bent down, slid my arms under her limp body, and easily picked her up. She weighed almost nothing. Her head lolled against my shoulder as I carried her back to the bedroom and gently laid her on the clean side of the bed.
She winced the moment her sore ass touched the sheets. “Ow… my ass is destroyed,” she whispered with a weak, hoarse laugh. “I don’t think I can sit normally for days…”
I smiled softly and climbed onto the bed beside her. “Good. That’s exactly how I want you.”
For the next long while, I took my time worshipping her exhausted body. I started by kissing her swollen lips, slow and deep, tasting myself on her tongue. Then I moved down to her neck, sucking gently on the sensitive skin until she shivered. I trailed kisses across her collarbones, over her chest, and spent a long time on her tiny tits — licking, sucking, and gently biting her hard little nipples while my hands roamed everywhere else. She moaned tiredly, threading her fingers through my hair.
I kept going lower. I kissed down her flat stomach, over her hips, and finally settled between her spread thighs. Her pussy was puffy and glistening. I ate her slowly, lovingly — long, soft licks along her slit, circling her clit, then pushing my tongue inside her. She tasted sweet and salty from all the squirting earlier. Every time my tongue brushed her sore asshole she twitched and whimpered, but she didn’t pull away.
After several minutes of gentle oral I moved back up and lay beside her, pulling her small body against mine so we were face to face.
“So tell me, baby,” I murmured, stroking her hair. “Are you having fun? Was this everything you imagined?”
Angel looked at me with those big, exhausted but glowing eyes. A shy, satisfied smile spread across her face.
“Oh yeah… so much fun,” she whispered. “Even though it hurt like hell… I loved every second. Every time you came over to our place, I would get so fucking horny the moment I saw you. My heart would start racing. My pussy would get super wet instantly. Sometimes I had to squeeze my thighs together just to hide it.”
She bit her lip, tracing a finger down my chest as she confessed.
“You know that little loophole in my pajama pants you ripped today? I made that on purpose a few weeks ago… so I could finger my ass while thinking about you. And every single time you visited, I’d make an excuse to go take a shower. The second the water was running I’d lean against the wall, shove two fingers in my pussy and one in my ass, and fuck myself thinking about your cock. I’d cum so fast imagining you bending me over and taking me… especially my ass. Did you ever notice how often I disappeared into the shower when you were around?”
I chuckled softly, remembering every single one of those times. “Yeah… I noticed.”
What she didn’t know was that while she was in the shower desperately fingering herself and moaning my name under the water, I was usually in her mother’s bedroom. I’d have Anita bent over the bed, face buried in a pillow to muffle her screams, while I pounded her ass raw for ten or fifteen minutes. Or I’d have her on her knees sucking my cock clean right after I’d filled her asshole. Then I’d casually walk back out to the living room, sit on the couch, and chat with Angel like nothing had happened — all while her mother’s ass was still leaking my cum and Angel’s own fingers still smelled like her pussy.
The contrast made my cock twitch against her thigh.
Angel kept talking, her voice soft and full of young love and lust.
“I used to lie in bed at night touching myself and wondering why you kept coming over so much. I hoped it was for me. I’d get jealous when you talked to Mom or Malvina, but then I’d convince myself you were secretly looking at me. And now… here we are. You’re mine. You finally took me. You destroyed my ass on my birthday… and I loved every painful second of it.”
She snuggled closer, pressing her tiny tits against my chest.
“I’ve wanted you for so long, Jason. Not just sex. I wanted to be your girl. I wanted you to own me like this. Even when it hurts… even when I’m sore and can barely walk… I feel so happy. So complete. You can hurt me as much as you want. I want to feel you for days.”
I kissed her deeply again, my hand gently rubbing her sore asshole in slow circles while she moaned into my mouth.
“You’re perfect, baby,” I whispered against her lips. “My beautiful, tight, horny little girlfriend. And I’m nowhere near done breaking you in.”
Angel smiled tiredly, eyes already drifting shut from exhaustion, but her hand reached down and wrapped around my cock possessively.
“Good… because I don’t want you to stop. Ever.”
She fell asleep like that — naked, cum-stained, ass destroyed, and curled against me like she never wanted to let go.
I stayed awake a little longer, stroking her hair and thinking about how complicated this was all going to get with Anita… and how little I cared right now.
This was only the beginning.
Chapter 15: Whispered Confessions
The afternoon light had shifted across the bedroom, casting long golden beams over our tangled bodies. Angel lay on her back, completely naked and utterly exhausted, her pale skin marked with faint red handprints and love bites. Her tiny tits rose and fell with slow, tired breaths. Between her spread legs, her asshole was still slightly puffy and glistening from everything I’d done to it. A thin trail of my cum continued to leak out every time she shifted.
I couldn’t get enough of her.
I gently lifted her legs, hooking them over my shoulders so her ass was tilted up toward me. My cock, still slick with oil and her juices, rested against her tender hole. I didn’t thrust hard — just slow, lazy pokes, letting the head slip in an inch or two before pulling back, then pressing in again. Gentle. Teasing. Claiming. Every time I pushed inside her she let out a soft, broken whimper, but she never asked me to stop.
“Tell me more, baby,” I murmured, rocking slowly into her. “I want to hear everything. Every dirty little secret you kept while I was coming over.”
Angel bit her lip, eyes half-lidded with a mix of soreness and fresh arousal. Her voice was soft, shy, but eager to please me.
“Okay… There was this one time, maybe three months ago… I was looking for something in Mom’s drawer and I found a butt plug. A black silicone one, kind of medium size with a shiny jewel at the end. I knew instantly what it was for. I got so wet just holding it. I never put it back. I stole it and hid it in my room.”
I chuckled lowly and pushed a little deeper, watching her face as her tight ring stretched around me again.
“Fuck… keep going.”
“Every time you came over after that,” she confessed, breathing faster as I slowly fucked her, “I would wait until you were in the living room or kitchen with Mom. Then I’d sneak into my room, lock the door, and push that plug into my ass. I’d wear it the whole time you were there.”
I groaned, sliding another inch inside her. “You wore it while we were all together?”
She nodded, cheeks flushing. “Yeah… That night we ordered pizza and watched that horror movie on the couch? I had it in the entire time. I sat right next to you, laughing and pretending to be scared during the jump scares, but really I was clenching around the plug every time you moved or your leg brushed mine. I was so wet my panties were soaked. I had to sit on a folded towel so I wouldn’t leave a spot on the couch.”
“Jesus, Angel…” I pushed all the way in this time, burying myself to the hilt and holding it there while she gasped and trembled. “You were plugged up right next to me?”
“Mhm… And that dinner when Mom made lasagna? You were sitting across from me. I had the plug in again. Every time I shifted in my chair I could feel it pressing deeper. I kept getting distracted, staring at your hands, imagining them on me. I got so horny I almost came just from clenching around it while you were talking about video editing.”
I started a slow, steady rhythm — pulling out until only the head remained inside her stretched hole, then sliding back in deep and smooth. The oil made it easier now, but she was still incredibly tight.
“Tell me about the times you went to your room,” I said, voice thick.
Angel moaned softly, her hands clutching the sheets. “A lot of times… You’d be sitting in the living room talking to Mom. I’d come over, ask you some innocent question about cameras or YouTube or whatever, just so I could stand close to you and smell you. Then I’d go up to my room, close the door, pull the plug out, and fuck myself with it while thinking about you. Sometimes I’d leave the door cracked just a tiny bit, hoping you might walk by and hear me moaning your name. I came so many times like that — bent over my bed, the plug stretching my ass, fingers rubbing my clit, whispering ‘Jason… please fuck my ass…’”
I leaned down, folding her smaller body further, and kissed her deeply while continuing those slow, deep strokes.
“You were such a naughty little girl,” I whispered against her lips. “All that time I thought you were just shy and sweet.”
“I was wet for you every single visit,” she admitted, voice shaking with pleasure and embarrassment. “Even when we were all watching TV together and you were helping Mom in the kitchen… I’d excuse myself, go to the bathroom, and finger my plugged ass while listening to your voice through the wall. One time I came so hard I had to bite my towel so I wouldn’t scream your name.”
I groaned and started fucking her a little harder, still controlled, but deep enough that her small tits bounced with every thrust.
“God, baby… you have no idea how much I love hearing this.”
Angel’s eyes fluttered. “When you told me you wanted to fuck my ass… I was so excited. I thought the plug had prepared me. But your cock is so much thicker… so much longer. You completely destroyed me. I didn’t know it would hurt this good.”
I kept the slow, intimate rhythm, listening to every confession while I owned her sore little hole. She told me about the time she wore the plug during a family barbecue when I came over to help grill. About the night she fell asleep with it still inside her after I’d left, dreaming about me taking it out and replacing it with my cock.
Every story made me throb inside her.
By the time she finished talking, she was panting, another small orgasm building from the constant deep pressure in her ass and my thumb gently rubbing her clit.
“I’m so glad you finally took me,” she whispered, looking up at me with pure love and submission. “All those months of waiting and secretly wanting you… it was worth every second of pain today.”
I leaned down, kissed her forehead, and buried myself to the balls again, holding it there as she trembled beneath me.
“My perfect, filthy little girlfriend,” I murmured. “We have so many more secrets to make together.”
Angel smiled tiredly, clenched around my cock, and whispered, “I can’t wait.”
Chapter 16: One Last Time
The late afternoon sun was already dipping low when I finally glanced at the clock. “Babe, you should get ready. We need to head back soon. It’s getting late.”
Angel looked up at me sleepily, her body still glowing and marked from everything we’d done. But I wasn’t finished yet.
“I think I want to fuck your ass one more time before we go,” I told her, my voice low with fresh hunger.
She gave me a tired but eager little smile. I grabbed her legs, folded her in half, and pushed her knees all the way back toward her ears. Her tiny body was completely exposed — pink, puffy pussy, swollen asshole still leaking my earlier loads, and her flushed face right below. I stared down at her, drinking in the view.
“Do you think this tiny ass can handle one more session of anal before we leave?” I asked, rubbing my thick cock against her wrecked hole.
Angel looked up at me, biting her lip. “I don’t know… How does my butthole look? Do you think it can take more?”
I leaned down, kissed her stretched little rosebud tenderly, then licked it slowly, tasting the mix of oil, cum, and her. “Yeah… it looks totally fine. A little swollen, but still so fucking pretty. And honestly, in this position — looking at your ass, your pussy, your mouth, and your face all at once — you look completely fuckable. I feel like I could push so deep you’d feel it in your throat.”
Her eyes widened. “Oh no, not that hard…”
“Yes, baby. That hard.” I grinned. “Your mom is waiting, so we gotta go soon… but I need this first.”
I poured more lavender oil straight into her crack, watching it drip into her hole, then rubbed the rest all over my cock and balls until everything was shiny and slick. Angel took the bottle with both hands and helped, stroking me lovingly, making sure I was glistening.
I lined up and pushed in slowly. Even after everything, she was still incredibly tight. She gasped and moaned as I sank deeper and deeper, inch by inch, until I was buried to the balls. I loved how she took it — still so snug, yet opening up for me like a good girl.
“How are you feeling, baby?” I asked, starting a slow, deep rhythm while holding her folded legs.
“It hurts… but it feels good too,” she whispered. “I love when you’re this deep.”
I fucked her nice and slow for ten or fifteen minutes, savoring every tight squeeze. While I rocked in and out, I thought about all the times I’d been at their house — secretly bending Anita over and destroying her ass while Angel was in the next room. Now I was balls-deep in the daughter’s even tighter hole. The contrast made me throb inside her.
“You’re my first Russian girl,” I murmured. “Your mom was my first Russian woman. Now I have both of you.”
Angel moaned louder, clearly turned on by the filthy truth.
I started going faster, deeper, pounding her little ass with purpose. I rubbed her clit hard and fast, determined to make her squirt again. She came once, then twice, shaking and crying out. On the third time, as she was right on the edge, I felt the strong urge to pee.
“Keep going, baby. Don’t stop.”
I kept my cock buried deep and rubbed her pussy furiously. The moment she started squirting — a powerful, messy gush spraying over her own tits and face — I let go and pissed deep inside her ass at the same time. The warm pressure mixed with her orgasm made her scream in overwhelmed pleasure.
I quickly pulled out, aimed higher, and kept pissing — splashing her tits, face, and open mouth. “Open your mouth, baby.”
She obeyed, keeping it wide. I watched my stream fill her mouth. To my surprise and delight, she swallowed it all, gulping it down while still shaking from her orgasm.
“Baby… you are fucking amazing,” I groaned.
I moved forward, sat on her face, and pushed my cock into her mouth. “Suck it like a straw.”
She did — sucking gently while I finished pissing straight down her throat. She drank every drop, eyes watering but full of lust and devotion. I rubbed her pussy the whole time, watching her swallow me.
When I finally pulled out, I went back to her ass and fucked her hard for another four or five minutes — brutal, deep strokes that made her whole body jolt. She screamed, a mix of pain, shock, and pleasure on her face as I held her shoulders and slammed into her.
The moment I felt myself about to explode, I pulled out, moved up, and sat on her face again. I came hard — thick ropes painting her lips, tongue, and cheeks. She sucked me clean, straight from her own ass, moaning around my cock like it was the best thing she’d ever tasted.
After I finished, she lay there panting, covered in cum, piss, and squirt, looking completely used and happy.
“Oh my God… that was painful and crazy,” she whispered.
“You did so good, baby,” I said, kissing her forehead. “Let’s go shower.”
In the shower I watched her with pure passion and love as the water ran over us. I had to pee again, so I had her sit down. She looked up at me with those adoring eyes, opened her beautiful mouth, and drank every drop while I stroked her hair.
We dried off. Angel wanted to keep her old heart-patterned panties — the ones I’d ripped open earlier. “They’re mine now,” I told her, tucking them into my pocket. They still smelled like her pussy.
In the car on the way home she walked a little bow-legged, wincing with every step. I worried for a second — what if Anita noticed? — but I couldn’t help feeling proud.
When we got back to the house I went in first and greeted Anita warmly, keeping her distracted in the kitchen while Angel slipped quietly to her room. Once Angel was safely inside, I walked over to Anita, pulled her close, and kissed her neck.
“Did you miss me?” I asked.
“Oh yeah,” she purred, pressing against me. “You were just here yesterday but I really wanted you again. You’re the best.”
I smiled, thinking about her daughter’s cum still on my cock. “Malvina’s going out soon, and Angel’s probably tired — she might sleep early. Then we can have some time.”
Anita grinned. “Good. My husband’s coming back next week for ten days… so you better enjoy my ass as much as you want tonight. You won’t be able to fuck it for a while after that.”
I squeezed her ass possessively. “Oh, don’t worry, baby. I definitely will.”
Two Russian women. Mother and daughter. Both addicted to my cock.
I really was the luckiest man alive.
Chapter 16: One Last Time Before Home
The golden afternoon light had softened into a warm orange glow filtering through the blinds, painting Angel’s exhausted, naked body in soft, filthy highlights. She was a beautiful mess — pale skin flushed pink, tiny tits rising and falling rapidly, her ripped heart-patterned pajama bottoms still tangled around one ankle, and her once-tight little asshole now puffy, red, and visibly gaping slightly from hours of relentless use. Thick white cum slowly oozed from her stretched hole every time she shifted, mixing with the lavender oil and her own juices on the sheets.
I couldn’t resist her one final time.
“Babe,” I said, my voice thick with fresh lust as I stroked my still-hard, oily cock, “we should get ready to go soon. It’s getting late… but I need to fuck your ass one more time before we leave. I can’t send you home without filling you up again.”
Angel looked up at me with those big, glassy eyes — a perfect mix of soreness, devotion, and lingering hunger. Her voice came out hoarse and shaky. “One more…? My ass already feels so destroyed… but okay. I want it. I want you to use me again.”
I grabbed her slim legs and folded her tiny body in half like a pretzel, pushing her knees all the way back until they touched her ears. Her perfect little ass lifted high, her puffy pussy and wrecked butthole completely exposed and pointing straight up at me, while her flushed face stared up from below. The position made her look impossibly small and vulnerable. I drank in the sight: her tiny pink rosebud twitching, still trying to close but failing, glistening with oil and cum.
“Do you think this tiny, ruined ass can handle one more hard session before we go home?” I asked, rubbing the fat, slick head of my cock up and down her crack.
Angel stared up at me, biting her swollen lower lip. “I… I don’t know. How does my butthole look right now? Is it too wrecked? Can it even take you again?”
I leaned down, spread her cheeks wider with both hands, and planted a slow, wet kiss right on her swollen hole. Then I dragged my tongue across it in long, hungry licks, tasting the filthy mix of oil, cum, and her. She whimpered and shivered. “It looks perfect, baby. Swollen and used… but still so fucking tight and pretty. In this position, looking at your ass, your dripping pussy, your open mouth, and your pretty little face all lined up… you look completely fuckable. I feel like I could ram so deep you’d taste my cock in the back of your throat.”
Her eyes widened in nervous excitement. “Oh no… not that hard, please…”
“Yes, baby. Exactly that hard.” I grinned darkly. “Your mom is waiting for me tonight, so we have to leave soon… but first I’m going to wreck you one last time.”
I poured a thick stream of lavender oil directly into her gaping crack, watching it pool and drip deep inside her asshole. Then I coated my entire cock, balls, and even my lower abs until I was dripping and shiny. Angel reached up with both small hands, eagerly helping — stroking me slowly, twisting her wrists, making sure every inch was slick and ready.
I pressed the fat head against her hole and pushed. Even after everything, her ring resisted beautifully for a second before stretching wide around me with a wet, filthy sound. Angel let out a long, broken moan as I sank in deeper and deeper, inch by thick inch, until my heavy balls rested against her ass.
“Fuuuuck… you’re still so tight,” I groaned, savoring the insane grip. “You feel incredible.”
I started fucking her with long, slow, deep strokes — pulling almost all the way out until just the head stretched her rim, then sliding back in until I bottomed out. The oil made it smoother, but she still felt every ridge and vein. Her tiny body jolted with each thrust, her small tits bouncing, her face contorted in that delicious mix of pain and pleasure.
I kept that steady rhythm for fifteen minutes, grinding deep, rotating my hips, making sure she felt every inch owning her. All the while I thought about how lucky I was — this morning I’d been secretly balls-deep in her mother’s ass, and now I was destroying her daughter’s even tighter, younger hole on the same damn day.
Angel was whimpering and moaning nonstop. “It hurts… but it feels so full… I love when you’re this deep inside me…”
I sped up gradually, slamming harder, rubbing her clit in fast, tight circles. She came hard the first time, her asshole clamping down like a vice around my cock, squirting a little onto her own stomach. I didn’t stop. I kept pounding through it, making her cum a second time, her legs shaking violently in my grip.
On the third orgasm I felt the intense urge to piss. I buried myself to the balls and kept rubbing her clit furiously.
“Keep going, baby. Cum for me again.”
The moment she started squirting — a powerful, messy fountain spraying out of her pussy and splashing across her own tits, neck, and face — I let go. Hot piss flooded deep into her bowels at the same time. The dual sensation made her scream in overwhelmed ecstasy. I quickly pulled out, aimed higher, and kept pissing — strong streams hitting her tits, face, and wide-open mouth.
“Open your mouth wide, baby. Don’t spill any.”
She obeyed instantly, tongue out, eyes locked on mine. I watched my golden stream fill her mouth. To my absolute delight, she started swallowing — gulping it down greedily while still shaking from her orgasm. Some spilled down her chin, but most she drank like a good girl.
“Baby… you are fucking incredible,” I growled in awe.
I moved forward, straddled her face, and pushed my cock straight into her mouth. “Suck it like a straw.”
She did — sucking gently, eyes watering but full of lust as I finished pissing directly down her throat. She swallowed every last drop while I rubbed her soaked pussy.
When I pulled out, I went straight back into her ass and fucked her brutally for the final four or five minutes — hard, deep, punishing strokes that made her entire body bounce. I held her shoulders, pulling her down onto me while slamming upward. Her face showed everything: pain, shock, fear, pleasure, love. She was screaming, tears running down her cheeks, but her asshole kept milking me greedily.
Right as I was about to explode, I pulled out, moved up, and sat on her face again. I unloaded rope after thick rope across her lips, tongue, cheeks, and open mouth. She sucked me clean immediately — straight from her own destroyed asshole — moaning like it was the best thing she’d ever tasted.
After I finished, she lay there panting, absolutely covered and used, looking up at me with pure, exhausted adoration.
“Oh my God… that was so painful… and so fucking crazy,” she whispered, voice wrecked.
“You did amazing, baby,” I said softly, kissing her cum-and-piss-stained forehead. “I’m so proud of you. Let’s shower and get you home.”
In the shower I washed her gently at first, then with growing passion — running my hands over every inch of her body like I owned it. I had to pee again, so I had her kneel. She looked up at me with those loving eyes, opened her beautiful mouth wide, and let me fill it while the water ran over us. She swallowed every drop again, never breaking eye contact.
We dried off. Angel tried to put on fresh clothes but grabbed her old ripped heart-patterned panties instead. “These are yours now,” she said shyly. “Keep them. They still smell like me… like my pussy when I was wet for you all those months.”
I tucked them into my pocket with a grin.
In the car she walked bow-legged and winced with every step, her ass clearly sore as hell. I felt a thrill of possessive pride mixed with a tiny flicker of worry — what if Anita noticed?
When we got home I went in first, greeted Anita warmly in the kitchen, and kept her busy chatting and laughing so she wouldn’t pay too much attention. Angel slipped quietly to her room, moving carefully.
A few minutes later I followed, kissed Anita deeply in the hallway, and whispered, “Did you miss me?”
“Oh yeah,” she purred, grinding against me. “You were just here yesterday but I’ve been craving you so bad. You’re the best.”
I smiled, my cock already stirring again at the thought of fucking mother right after daughter. “Malvina’s going out soon, and Angel looked exhausted — she’ll probably sleep early. Then you and I can disappear for a while.”
Anita’s eyes sparkled with heat. “Perfect. My husband comes back next week for ten whole days… so you better fuck my ass as much as you want tonight. Enjoy it while you can, because you won’t be able to touch it for a while after that.”
I squeezed her ass hard, thinking about how I’d just destroyed her daughter’s even tighter hole.
“Oh, don’t worry, baby,” I said, voice low and full of dark promise. “I’m definitely going to enjoy every single inch tonight.”
Two beautiful Russian women under the same roof. Both addicted to me. Both waiting for my cock.
I really was the luckiest, filthiest man alive.
Chapter 17: Double the Sin
Angel had barely made it to her room before she collapsed face-down on her bed, the door clicking shut behind her. I heard her soft, pained groan through the thin wall as she shifted, trying to find a position that didn’t make her wrecked little asshole throb. A minute later she called out weakly to her mom in the hallway.
“Mom… I’m really tired from the photoshoot. My whole body hurts. I’m just gonna sleep early tonight, okay?”
Anita poked her head in, voice full of motherly concern. “You sure, honey? You look flushed. Do you need anything?”
“No… just sleep. Night, Mom.”
The door closed again. Angel was out of the picture — curled up, ass still burning from the way I’d destroyed it all day and night. My cock twitched hard at the memory.
Anita turned to me in the living room, that familiar hungry look already darkening her eyes. She stepped close, pressing her full breasts against my chest, her hand sliding down to squeeze my bulge through my pants.
“Looks like it’s just us,” she whispered, voice low and smoky. “Malvina’s out with friends… Angel’s knocked out… and I’ve been wet thinking about you since this morning.”
I felt like the worst kind of man — and it made me harder than steel. I’d spent the entire day and night balls-deep in her barely-legal daughter’s virgin ass, stretching her until she screamed and squirted and drank my piss like a good little slut. Now here I was, about to bury the same cock — still faintly tasting of Angel’s ass — straight into her mother’s experienced hole. The guilt mixed with a filthy thrill that made my blood run hot.
I grabbed Anita by the waist and walked her backward into the master bedroom, kicking the door shut behind us. The second it clicked, I spun her around, bent her over the bed, and yanked her leggings and panties down in one rough motion. Her thick, juicy ass spilled out — rounder and softer than Angel’s tight little cheeks, but just as pale and Russian-perfect.
“You have no idea how bad I need this,” I growled, spitting on my cock and rubbing the head up and down her crack.
Anita moaned, arching her back and spreading her legs wider. “Then take it, baby. Fuck my ass hard. I’ve been thinking about your thick cock all day.”
I pushed in slowly at first, savoring the way her experienced ring opened up for me far easier than Angel’s had. But even as I sank deep into Anita’s warm, velvety asshole, my mind was somewhere else — flashing back to the way Angel’s tiny ring had fought me for hours, how it had clenched and fluttered and finally surrendered completely. Every thrust into Anita felt like I was still fucking her daughter. The same heat. The same forbidden rush.
“Fuck… so tight,” I groaned, but in my head I was seeing Angel’s tear-streaked face looking up at me while I folded her in half and pounded downward.
Anita pushed back against me, moaning loudly. “Yes… deeper… God, you’re so big tonight.”
I started fucking her harder, long, powerful strokes that made her ass cheeks ripple. The fear hit me like a drug — sharp, electric, making everything more intense. What if Anita found out? What if she somehow smelled her own daughter on my cock? What if Angel woke up, limped out of her room bow-legged and sore, and walked in on me destroying her mother’s ass the same way I’d just destroyed hers? The terror only made me thrust harder.
I leaned over Anita’s back, reaching around to rub her clit while I pounded her asshole. “You feel so fucking good,” I whispered against her ear, but my mind was screaming the filthy truth: I just filled your daughter’s ass with the same cock that’s inside you right now. I made her squirt and drink my piss and swallow my cum straight from her own wrecked hole.
Anita was getting louder, pushing back desperately. “Harder, baby… fuck my ass like you own it.”
I did. I slammed into her, balls slapping her pussy, imagining it was Angel’s tiny body taking the punishment instead. The contrast was insane — Anita’s ass was plush and welcoming after years of secret sessions; Angel’s had been virgin-tight, fighting every inch, making me earn every thrust. Fucking them both in the same day felt like the dirtiest, most perfect high I’d ever had.
But the fear kept spiking. Anita’s husband was coming home in just a few days for ten long days. No more sneaking into her room. No more bending her over while the girls were out. And now I had Angel too — my secret eighteen-year-old girlfriend whose ass was currently throbbing in the next room because of me. One wrong moan, one suspicious look, and everything could explode.
I didn’t care. I fucked Anita even harder, gripping her hips and driving deep.
“You’re gonna make me cum so fast tonight,” she gasped, clenching around me.
I reached down and rubbed her clit faster, feeling her asshole flutter. “Cum for me, baby. Squeeze my cock.”
She did — hard. Her whole body shook as she came, asshole milking me in powerful waves. The sensation pushed me over the edge. I buried myself to the balls and exploded, pumping thick ropes of cum deep into her bowels while my mind replayed every second of Angel’s screams, her squirting, her swallowing.
When I finally pulled out, Anita collapsed forward onto the bed, ass up, my cum already starting to leak from her well-fucked hole. She looked back at me with a satisfied, glowing smile.
“God… that was exactly what I needed.”
I leaned down and kissed her shoulder, my heart still racing from the double sin. “Me too, baby. Me too.”
But inside, the fear and excitement twisted together like a live wire. Angel was sleeping just down the hall, ass destroyed and marked as mine. Anita was lying here leaking my load, completely unaware that her daughter had taken the same cock even deeper today.
And in a few days, the husband would be back.
I smiled darkly in the dim light, already wondering how long I could keep both of them without everything crashing down.
For now, though… I had them both.
And I wasn’t stopping.
Chapter 18: Angel’s Private Cravings
Angel lay face-down on her bed in the dark, the only light coming from the faint glow of her phone screen. The house was quiet now — Mom and Jason were somewhere down the hall, probably talking or watching TV. Malvina was still out. It was just her, alone with the deep, throbbing ache between her cheeks.
Her tiny asshole burned. It felt swollen, puffy, and impossibly tender, like it had been stretched and used for hours by something far too big for her petite body. Every tiny shift of her hips sent a sharp reminder shooting through her — a mix of raw pain and a filthy, addictive heat that made her pussy clench and drip onto the sheets.
She buried her face in the pillow and smiled dreamily anyway.
God… Jason.
She was falling so hard it scared her. Not just lust. Real love. The kind that made her heart race every time she thought his name. He wasn’t just the hot family friend anymore. He was hers. Her boyfriend. The man who had taken her virginity — not in her pussy, but in the dirtiest, most intense way possible. He had folded her in half, looked her right in the eyes, and destroyed her tiny butthole while she screamed and squirted and swallowed every drop he gave her. And she had loved every painful, overwhelming second.
Her hand slid back slowly, fingers gently touching the sore ring of her asshole. It was still slightly open, slick with the leftover oil and cum that refused to stay inside. She whimpered softly at the contact, but the touch made her clit throb harder.
“I love your huge cock so much…” she whispered into the pillow, voice barely audible. “It’s way too big for me… but I don’t care. I want it again already.”
She reached over to her nightstand and grabbed her hairbrush — the one with the thick, smooth wooden handle. It wasn’t as big as Jason, but it was the closest thing she had right now. Her heart pounded as she pulled her knees up under her, ass raised slightly, and pressed the rounded end against her tender hole.
The moment it touched her, she gasped. It hurt. But the pain only made her wetter.
She pushed slowly, breathing through the burn, imagining it was Jason’s thick cockhead instead. The handle stretched her sore ring open again, forcing its way inside the same hole he had wrecked all day. Inch by inch she worked it deeper, biting her lip to stay quiet, until half the handle was buried in her ass.
“Oh fuck… yes…” she moaned softly, eyes fluttering shut.
She started moving it in and out — slow, deep strokes that made her whole body tremble. Every thrust sent sparks of pain and pleasure shooting up her spine. Her free hand slipped between her legs and rubbed her swollen clit in tight circles.
In her mind she was back in Jason’s bedroom.
She remembered the way he had folded her in half, knees by her ears, looking straight down into her eyes while he slammed into her. The way his heavy balls slapped against her pussy every time he bottomed out. The way he had made her squirt so hard it sprayed across her own face and tits. The filthy, perfect moment when he pulled out and pissed deep inside her ass, then straight into her open mouth while she swallowed like a good girl.
She pushed the hairbrush deeper, fucking herself faster, lost in the memory.
He owns me now. That huge cock ruined me… and I want it to ruin me every single day.
Her thoughts drifted further back — to all the times before today, when she had been secretly obsessed with him.
Every single visit.
She remembered how she would get soaking wet the second he walked through the door. How she would excuse herself and run to the shower, lock the door, and finger her ass and pussy like crazy while the water ran. She would lean against the cold tiles, three fingers buried in her pussy and another pressing into her tight little asshole, moaning his name under the spray.
“Jason… please… fuck my ass… make it hurt…”
She had no idea that while she was in there desperately masturbating and imagining him, he was probably in her mom’s bedroom doing exactly that — bending Anita over and pounding her ass raw. The irony would have destroyed her if she knew. Instead, it only made her push the hairbrush harder now, chasing that same fantasy.
She was falling in love so deeply it felt dangerous.
She loved how big he was. How he stretched her to the absolute limit. How the pain mixed with pleasure until she couldn’t tell them apart. She loved the way he looked at her like she belonged to him. The way he had made her drink his piss and swallow his cum straight from her own ass and still called her his perfect girl.
Tears of overwhelming emotion and lust pricked her eyes as she fucked herself faster with the brush.
When do I tell Mom?
The thought hit her like a wave. She couldn’t keep this secret forever. She wanted the whole world to know Jason was hers. But how? “Hey Mom, remember that guy you’ve been secretly fucking? Well, now he’s my boyfriend and he spent all day destroying my asshole while you thought we were doing a photoshoot.”
The guilt and thrill mixed together, making her clit throb even harder.
She didn’t care. She was addicted. She wanted more. She wanted him to sneak into her room at night, cover her mouth, and fuck her sore little ass while her mom slept down the hall. She wanted to feel that huge cock stretching her open again and again until her tiny butthole was permanently shaped for him.
Her breathing grew ragged. The hairbrush moved faster, deeper. Her fingers blurred over her clit.
“Jason… fuck me… I love you… I love your huge cock so much…” she whimpered into the pillow, voice breaking.
The orgasm crashed over her hard — her asshole clenching violently around the brush, her pussy gushing onto her fingers, her whole body shaking as she came thinking only of him. She bit the pillow to muffle her cry, tears of pure bliss and love running down her cheeks.
When it finally faded, she lay there panting, the hairbrush still buried deep in her throbbing ass, a dreamy smile on her face.
She was sore. She was wrecked. She was completely, madly in love.
And she couldn’t wait for the next time he would ruin her all over again.
Chapter 19: Barbecue and Stolen Nights
The backyard smelled like charcoal, grilled meat, and summer heat. Dave — Anita’s husband — was finally back from his long trucking run, loud and happy to be home. He stood at the grill flipping burgers, beer already in hand, while the rest of us sat around the patio table under the string lights.
“So Angel,” Dave said, pointing the tongs at her, “I heard you’re gonna be a big model now? Clothing hauls and all that YouTube stuff?”
Angel smiled brightly, shifting carefully in her chair. Her ass was still incredibly sore from the marathon fucking the day before, but she hid it well. “Yes, Dad. I’m really going for it.”
Anita chimed in from beside me, her hand brushing my thigh under the table. “And Uncle Jason is going to help her with marketing, photography, the whole thing. He’s basically her manager now.”
Angel looked straight at me, eyes sparkling with our dirty little secret. “Yeah… Jason’s going to be my manager. He’s really good at it.”
Dave nodded approvingly. “That’s great. Family helping family.”
Angel leaned forward. “Should we do a quick photo shoot right now? I brought some outfits—”
“No, kiddo,” I cut her off with a smirk, using the old nickname on purpose. “Not right now. We need to get some new merchandise first. Relax and enjoy the barbecue.”
Anita laughed. “For fuck’s sake, Angel. Your dad is home for only ten days. Let’s actually have family time instead of you running off for photos every five minutes.”
I kept talking with Dave about his trucking routes, long hauls across the country, the crazy drivers on the road, while my eyes kept drifting. Anita bent over to grab more drinks from the cooler, her thick ass stretching against her shorts — the same ass I’d pounded the night before. On my other side, Angel sat gingerly, wincing just slightly every time she shifted. Knowing both mother and daughter were walking around with sore, well-fucked assholes because of me made my cock twitch dangerously in my shorts.
Malvina slid into the seat right next to me, pressing her thigh against mine. “So Jason… you’ve been coming around a lot lately,” she said playfully, twirling her hair. “Any special reason?”
I smiled politely, trying not to get hard while her father stood ten feet away. In my car I still had Angel’s ripped heart-patterned panties — the ones I’d torn open the day I took her virginity. Every time I remembered her scent on them, my cock throbbed harder.
Anita passed by me again in the kitchen when I went inside for plates. She bent over to reach the lower cabinet, and I “accidentally” let my hard bulge press right against her ass for a second as I walked past. She gasped softly and shot me a heated look.
Later, while Dave was deep in another trucking story, Angel came over with her phone. “Hey… how about these photos? Think these would look good for the channel?” She tilted the screen so only I could see — a private album of her completely naked, bent over, spreading her red, freshly-fucked ass for the camera.
I swallowed hard. “Yeah… those are perfect.”
Malvina suddenly appeared beside us. Angel quickly swiped to a bikini shot. “Maybe you should take photos of me too, Jason,” Malvina said, batting her lashes. “Do I look good? Sexy enough?”
“You look great,” I told her, keeping my voice steady. I could see it in her eyes — she wanted to get fucked badly.
Malvina turned dramatically. “Mom! I’m gonna do modeling too. You should do it with us!”
Anita laughed. “No way. I’m not a model.”
Dave, already on his third beer, grinned. “Why not? You’re still gorgeous, babe. Jason, looks like you’re about to turn my whole family into models.”
I chuckled. “If that’s what everyone wants, I’m happy to help. It’s just work.”
Anita gave me a private, filthy look that said you know exactly how sexy I am — you’ve fucked me senseless more times than I can count.
The afternoon rolled on. Dave got properly drunk, loud and handsy. He started grabbing Anita, kissing her neck, slapping her ass. “Been gone too long, baby. Come here.”
Anita giggled, clearly turned on. Twenty minutes later Dave pulled her inside. “We’ll be back in a bit,” he announced with a wink.
The bedroom door upstairs slammed shut. Soon we could hear the unmistakable rhythmic thumping of the bed and Anita’s muffled moans.
Malvina rolled her eyes. “My boyfriend’s picking me up soon anyway.” She changed and left, waving goodbye.
The house suddenly felt dangerously empty.
Angel and I were alone downstairs. I patted my lap. “Come here, baby.”
She smiled naughtily but glanced upstairs. “Dad’s right up there…”
“I know,” I whispered. “And right now he’s balls-deep in your mom’s ass. He’s busy.”
Angel laughed softly and climbed onto my lap, grinding her sore ass against my hard cock. I slipped my hand between her legs, rubbing her through her leggings.
“If they come down, we’ll hear the door,” she breathed.
“Good girl.” I pulled her leggings and panties down just enough. “Bend over the couch.”
She did, presenting her still-swollen ass. I buried my face between her cheeks for a minute, licking and sucking her tender hole while she whimpered quietly. Then I sat back down.
“Get on your knees. Suck my cock.”
Angel dropped between my legs and took me deep into her warm mouth, sucking eagerly while we both listened to her parents fucking upstairs — the bed banging, Anita moaning loudly.
The risk made it insanely hot. After a couple minutes I couldn’t wait any longer.
“Get up. Turn around.”
I pulled her onto my lap, lined up my cock, and shoved it straight into her sore little asshole in one smooth thrust. Angel’s eyes widened and she almost cried out, but I clamped my hand over her mouth. I fucked her hard and fast right there on the living room couch while her dad railed her mom upstairs.
It was too intense. Too risky. Too filthy. I only lasted five minutes before I buried myself deep and came hard, flooding her ass with thick ropes of cum while her parents’ bed continued thumping above us.
I quickly pulled out, fixed her leggings, and sat her beside me just as the upstairs door opened. Dave and Anita came down, both flushed and drunk, laughing.
“What you kids been up to?” Dave asked.
“Nothing,” I said casually. “Just sitting here talking.”
Dave grinned. “Well, I had some… business to take care of, you know what I mean.”
I laughed. “Sure, sure.”
I looked at Angel. “Actually, I have an idea. We should do that photo shoot tonight. I’ll take Angel back to my place — better lighting, more space. She can stay in the extra bedroom if it gets too late. I’ll bring her home tomorrow.”
Dave fist-bumped me, clearly happy to have the house to himself with his wife. “Sounds good, man. Thanks for helping her out.”
Angel jumped up excitedly. “I’ll go grab the bikinis and outfits!”
Ten minutes later we were in my car, driving away. Angel’s hand was already rubbing my cock through my pants the second we turned the corner.
I couldn’t wait to get her home.
I was going to fuck the absolute shit out of her all night long — sore ass or not.
Chapter 20: Three Under One Roof
The drive back to my place felt electric. Angel didn’t even wait for me to ask. As soon as we turned onto the quiet road, she leaned over the console, unzipped my shorts, and took my thick cock straight into her warm, eager mouth. She sucked me sloppily the entire way, gagging softly every time I hit the back of her throat while I drove with one hand on the wheel and the other tangled in her hair.
“Fuck, baby… you’re such a good little cocksucker,” I groaned, hips twitching.
We barely made it through the front door before I lost control. I grabbed Angel by the waist, threw her face-down onto the bed, yanked her leggings down just enough to expose her still-swollen, cum-leaking asshole, and shoved my cock balls-deep inside her in one brutal thrust.
Angel screamed into the mattress, her tiny body jerking. “Oh my God, Jason! It still hurts so much… but don’t stop!”
I fucked her like an animal — hard, fast, deep strokes that made her ass cheeks ripple. The bed slammed against the wall as I railed her wrecked little hole, her sore ring gripping me desperately even after everything I’d already done to it.
My phone rang.
“Fuck,” I growled, still buried inside her. I reached over and answered.
It was Dave.
“Hey man, Malvina’s done in a couple hours. Can you pick her up? She’s gonna stay with you and Angel tonight, right?”
I kept my cock deep in Angel’s ass while talking to her father. “Yeah, no problem. I’ll grab her. Tell her to text me when she’s ready.”
Dave thanked me and hung up. I immediately called Malvina.
“Hey, when you’re done, let me know. I’ll come get you. You’re staying at my place tonight with Angel.”
Malvina sounded surprised but excited. “Really? Okay… I should be done in like an hour. My boyfriend’s here but… we just had a fight.”
“If you want, bring him too,” I said casually, secretly hoping he wouldn’t come.
She hesitated. “I’ll let you know.”
I hung up, grabbed Angel’s hips, and pounded her even harder for the next ten minutes, making her scream and cum twice before my phone rang again.
It was Malvina. “My boyfriend’s not coming. Can you pick me up now?”
I pulled my cock out of Angel’s gaping asshole with a wet pop. “Yeah, give me 10-15 minutes. Relax, baby. I’ll be right back.”
Angel whimpered, reaching back to touch her dripping hole. “Hurry… I need more.”
I drove with no panties on, just shorts, my cock still hard and slick from Angel’s ass.
When I picked Malvina up, she climbed into the passenger seat looking frustrated but beautiful — tight top showing off her bigger tits, short skirt riding up her thighs.
“He’s such an asshole,” she muttered. “I’m so done with him.”
I shrugged. “There are plenty of better guys out there. Hell, if you want, I’ll be your boyfriend.”
Malvina laughed, then looked at me seriously. “Really? You’re hot as fuck… I’ve thought about it.”
The tension in the car thickened. I was rock hard again. Malvina noticed the bulge in my shorts.
“Can I… for a second?” she asked, voice dropping.
Before I could answer, she reached over and grabbed my cock through my shorts. “Oh my God… you’re so hard. For me?”
“Fuck it,” I said, pulling over into a dark side street. “I haven’t had a proper blowjob in way too long.”
Malvina grinned, leaned over, and pulled my cock out. She didn’t hesitate — she took me straight into her mouth, sucking eagerly, slobbering all over the same dick that had just been buried deep in her little sister’s asshole minutes earlier.
The ass-to-mouth filth hit me like lightning. I groaned and exploded fast, flooding Malvina’s mouth with thick cum. She swallowed every drop like a champ, wiped her lips, and sat up smiling.
“This stays between us, right?” I asked.
“Definitely,” she said, licking her lips. “But… can I get another one later?”
I laughed. “Absolutely.”
When we got back to my place, the energy in the apartment was thick with lust. Angel was waiting on the couch in just a tiny tank top and panties, looking freshly fucked and ready for more.
Malvina raised an eyebrow but didn’t say anything. The three of us ended up in the living room, tension crackling.
I didn’t waste time.
I pulled Angel onto my lap first, kissing her hard while Malvina watched. Then I looked at Malvina. “You said you wanted more…”
The night turned into pure chaos.
I fucked Angel’s sore little ass again right there on the couch while Malvina watched, touching herself. Then Malvina climbed on, sucking my cock straight from her sister’s asshole before I bent her over and started stretching her own tight pussy and ass.
Angel and Malvina took turns riding me, kissing each other, moaning my name. I switched between both sisters — one on my cock, the other sitting on my face — while they made out and played with each other.
By 3 a.m. the apartment smelled like sex. Both girls were covered in my cum, exhausted, sore, and glowing.
Angel curled up against my left side, Malvina against my right, both of them gently stroking my cock even as they drifted off.
I lay there between the two sisters, heart racing with pure filthy satisfaction.
This was dangerous. This was insane.
And I was never going to stop.
Chapter 21: Late Night Indulgence
The streetlights blurred past as I drove, one hand on the wheel, the other tangled in Angel’s soft hair. She was bent over the console the second we left the house, her pretty little mouth already stretched wide around my thick cock. She sucked me like she was starving for it — sloppy, eager, gagging softly every time I hit the back of her throat while the car hummed down the road. Her tongue swirled around the head, tasting the mix of her own ass and my pre-cum, and she moaned around me like it was the best thing she’d ever had.
“Fuck, baby… you’re such a perfect little cocksucker,” I groaned, hips twitching up into her warm, wet mouth. “Suck it just like that. Daddy’s gonna fuck you so hard when we get home.”
She whimpered happily and took me even deeper, saliva dripping down my balls as she bobbed faster.
The second we stepped through my front door I didn’t waste a single second. I grabbed Angel by the waist, lifted her tiny body like she weighed nothing, and threw her face-down onto the bed. She landed with a little squeal, ass up, leggings already halfway down her thighs from the car ride. I yanked them the rest of the way off, spread her sore, puffy cheeks, and shoved my cock balls-deep into her wrecked little asshole in one brutal thrust.
Angel screamed into the mattress, her whole body jerking. “Oh my God, Jason! It still burns so fucking bad… you’re so big… but don’t stop! Please don’t stop!”
I fucked her like an animal — hard, fast, merciless strokes that made her tiny ass ripple and clap. The bed slammed against the wall. Her sore ring gripped me desperately, still impossibly tight even after everything I’d done to it the day before. Every thrust reminded me I’d just been balls-deep in her mother’s ass the night before, and now I was destroying the daughter’s even tighter hole while her dad was home.
My phone rang.
I didn’t slow down. I kept pounding Angel’s ass while I answered.
It was Dave.
“Hey man, Malvina should be done in a couple hours. Can you pick her up? She’s staying with you and Angel tonight, right?”
I slammed deep into Angel’s asshole and held it there while talking to her father. “Yeah, no problem at all. I’ll grab her whenever she’s ready.”
Dave thanked me and hung up. I immediately dialed Malvina while still buried inside Angel.
“Hey, when you’re done let me know. I’ll come get you. You’re staying at my place tonight with Angel.”
Malvina sounded surprised but excited. “Really? Okay… I should be done in like an hour. My boyfriend and I just had a huge fight though…”
“If you want, bring him too,” I said casually, secretly hoping he wouldn’t come so I could keep both sisters to myself.
I hung up, grabbed Angel’s hips harder, and railed her even more viciously. She came twice in the next ten minutes, screaming my name, her asshole fluttering and milking me while her pussy dripped all over the sheets.
Then my phone rang again.
Malvina.
“My boyfriend’s not coming. Can you pick me up now?”
I pulled my cock out of Angel’s gaping, cum-leaking asshole with a wet pop. “Yeah, give me 10-15 minutes. Relax, baby. I’ll be right back and we’ll keep going.”
Angel whimpered, reaching back to touch her ruined hole. “Hurry… I need you so bad.”
I drove with no underwear, just loose shorts, my cock still rock-hard and shiny from Angel’s ass.
When I pulled up, Malvina climbed in looking frustrated and sexy as hell — tight top hugging her bigger tits, short skirt riding high on her thighs.
“He’s such a fucking loser,” she muttered. “I’m done with him.”
I shrugged, already hard again. “There are way better options out there. Hell, if you ever want a real man, I’m right here.”
Malvina laughed, then looked at the obvious bulge in my shorts. “Really? You get hard just talking to me?”
The tension snapped. I pulled over into a dark side street. “I haven’t had a proper blowjob in way too long. You want to fix that?”
Malvina grinned like she’d been waiting for this. She leaned over, pulled my cock out, and took me straight into her hot mouth — the same cock that had just been deep in her little sister’s asshole minutes earlier. She sucked me eagerly, slobbering, gagging, eyes watering but never stopping. The filthy ass-to-mouth realization hit me like lightning. I groaned loud and exploded fast, flooding Malvina’s mouth with thick, heavy ropes of cum. She swallowed every drop like a good girl, wiped her lips, and sat up smiling.
“This stays between us, right?” I asked, breathing hard.
“Definitely,” she said, licking her lips. “But… can I get another one later?”
I laughed darkly. “Absolutely, baby.”
When we got back to my apartment the energy was thick enough to cut with a knife. Angel was waiting on the couch in nothing but a tiny tank top and panties, looking freshly fucked, sore, and ready for more. She saw Malvina and her eyes widened, but the naughty smile that spread across her face told me everything.
I didn’t waste time with words.
I pulled Angel onto my lap first, kissing her hard while my hand slid between her legs. Malvina watched for a second, then joined in — kissing her little sister while I fingered both of them. The taboo of having both sisters at once — after already owning their mother — made my cock throb painfully.
I bent Angel over the couch and shoved back into her sore asshole while Malvina sat on the armrest and made out with her. Then I switched — pulling out of Angel’s ass and feeding my cock straight into Malvina’s mouth so she could taste her own sister on me. Malvina moaned like a slut and sucked harder.
The night turned into pure filthy chaos.
I fucked Angel’s ass again while Malvina sat on her face. I bent Malvina over right next to her sister and stretched her tight pussy and then her ass for the first time. Both girls took turns riding me — Angel on my cock while Malvina sat on my face, then switching. They kissed each other, played with each other’s tits, rubbed each other’s clits while I pounded them.
I made Angel squirt again while buried in Malvina’s ass. I made Malvina cum so hard she cried while Angel licked my balls.
The whole time my mind kept flashing back to Anita — how I’d fucked her ass the night before while her daughters were right down the hall. Now I had both her beautiful daughters moaning and creaming on my cock at the same time.
I came inside Angel’s ass first, then pulled out and finished in Malvina’s mouth while Angel licked my balls. Both girls ended up covered in cum, sweat, and each other — exhausted, sore, glowing, and completely addicted.
They curled up on either side of me on the bed, tiny hands still lazily stroking my cock even as they drifted off.
I lay there between the two sisters, heart pounding with pure dark satisfaction.
I had fucked their mother.
Now I had fucked both daughters — at the same time.
And I was never, ever going to stop.
The risk only made it hotter.
This was heaven.
This was hell.
And I was right in the middle of it.
Chapter 20: Fresh from Her Sister
I was buried balls-deep in Angel’s tight, sore little asshole when my phone rang again. She was face-down on the bed, moaning and whimpering into the sheets as I stretched her ruined hole for the second time that evening. Her tiny body shook with every hard thrust, her puffy ring gripping me desperately even though she was clearly still in pain from earlier.
I didn’t stop fucking her when I answered.
It was Malvina.
“My boyfriend’s not coming. Can you pick me up now?”
I kept slowly grinding deep inside Angel’s ass while replying, “Yeah, give me 10-15 minutes. I’ll come get you.”
Angel whimpered softly as I finally pulled my thick, glistening cock out of her gaping asshole with a wet pop. A thick string of my pre-cum and her ass juices dripped from her stretched hole onto the sheets. She looked back at me with glassy, needy eyes, reaching back to touch her ruined ring.
“Hurry back…” she whispered, voice hoarse.
I didn’t even bother putting on underwear. I just pulled my shorts up over my rock-hard, ass-slick cock and headed out the door.
Malvina was waiting on the curb when I pulled up, looking frustrated but sexy as hell in a tight crop top that hugged her bigger tits and a short skirt that showed off her smooth thighs. She climbed into the passenger seat and immediately let out a sigh.
“He’s such a fucking idiot. I’m done with him.”
I smirked, already throbbing again. “Plenty of better guys out there. You deserve someone who actually knows what to do with a girl like you.”
The air in the car grew thick fast. Malvina kept glancing at the obvious bulge in my shorts. After a few minutes of tense silence, she bit her lip and looked at me with hungry eyes.
“Can I… touch it? Just for a second?”
Before I could even answer, she reached over and wrapped her hand around my cock through my shorts. Her eyes widened.
“Oh my God… you’re so hard. Is that because of me?”
“Fuck it,” I groaned, pulling over into a dark, empty side street. “I haven’t had a proper blowjob in way too long.”
Malvina didn’t hesitate. She leaned over the console, pulled my shorts down, and freed my thick cock — still shiny and smelling like her little sister’s freshly-fucked asshole. She didn’t seem to notice or care. She wrapped her soft lips around the head and took me straight into her warm, wet mouth.
“Fuck…” I hissed, leaning back in the seat.
She sucked me eagerly, sloppily, like she’d been fantasizing about this for weeks. Her head bobbed up and down, taking me deeper each time, saliva dripping down my shaft as she moaned around my cock. The filthy realization hit me like lightning — I had just pulled this same dick out of Angel’s ass minutes ago, and now her older sister was sucking it clean without knowing.
That dirty secret made my cock throb even harder in Malvina’s mouth.
She gagged softly when I hit the back of her throat but kept going, stroking the base with her hand while her tongue swirled around the head. Her bigger tits pressed against my thigh as she worked me faster, clearly loving it.
“You’re so fucking big…” she moaned between slurps. “I’ve wanted to do this for so long.”
I grabbed her hair and guided her deeper, fucking her mouth while thinking about how I’d just been destroying her little sister’s tiny asshole. The contrast was insane — Malvina’s eager, experienced sucking versus Angel’s tight, desperate holes.
It didn’t take long. The thrill, the risk, and the ass-to-mouth filth pushed me over the edge.
“I’m gonna cum,” I warned.
Malvina moaned louder and sucked harder. I exploded in her mouth — thick, heavy ropes shooting straight down her throat. She swallowed every drop like a good girl, not spilling a single bit. When I finally finished, she sat up, wiped the corner of her mouth with a naughty smile, and licked her lips.
“Mmm… you taste really good.”
I tucked myself back into my shorts, breathing hard. “This stays between us, right?”
“Definitely,” she said, still smiling. “But… can I get another one later tonight?”
I laughed darkly. “We’ll see, baby.”
We drove the rest of the way home in charged silence. Malvina kept glancing at my lap with hungry eyes, while my mind raced with filthy thoughts.
Angel was waiting inside, freshly fucked and sore.
Now I had both sisters under the same roof.
And the night was only just getting started.
Chapter 20: Fresh from Her Sister’s Ass
The drive back to my place was pure torture and heaven at the same time. Angel didn’t even wait for instructions. The second we turned onto the quieter road, she unbuckled her seatbelt, leaned all the way over the console, and pulled my cock out of my shorts like she was starving for it.
Her warm, soft mouth wrapped around my thick head instantly. She moaned loudly around my shaft as she took me deeper, her tongue swirling, saliva already dripping down my balls. I had just pulled this same cock out of her tiny asshole minutes earlier, and now her older sister was about to taste it without knowing.
“Fuck, Angel… suck it just like that, baby,” I groaned, one hand on the wheel, the other pushing her head down gently. She gagged softly when I hit the back of her throat but kept going, bobbing faster, sucking noisily the entire drive. Wet slurping sounds filled the car as she worshipped me, her little hand stroking what her mouth couldn’t reach.
By the time we pulled into my driveway, my cock was throbbing and shiny with her spit.
I didn’t waste a single second. The moment the front door closed behind us, I grabbed Angel by the waist, lifted her tiny body, and threw her face-down onto the bed. She landed with a cute yelp, ass up. I ripped her leggings and panties down in one motion, spread her sore, puffy cheeks, and shoved my thick cock straight back into her wrecked little asshole in one hard thrust.
Angel screamed into the mattress, her whole body jerking forward. “Oh my God, Jason! It still hurts so fucking bad… you’re too big… but don’t stop! Please fuck me harder!”
I pounded her without mercy — deep, brutal strokes that made her tiny ass clap and ripple. Her sore ring gripped me like a vice, still impossibly tight even after everything. I was balls-deep in her, stretching her ruined hole wide open while she moaned and cried in that perfect mix of pain and pleasure.
My phone rang.
I kept fucking her hard while I answered.
It was Dave.
“Hey man, Malvina should be done in a couple hours. Can you pick her up? She’s gonna stay with you and Angel tonight, right?”
I slammed deep into Angel’s asshole and held it there, grinding against her as I replied casually, “Oh yeah, right, right. Sure, no problem at all, my man. Thank you.”
I hung up and immediately called Malvina while still buried inside her little sister.
“Malvina, you’re coming over to stay at my place tonight with Angel. When you’re done, text me and I’ll come pick you up.”
She sounded surprised. “Oh, really? I should be done in like an hour. I’m with my boyfriend right now though…”
“If you want, tell him to come too,” I said, secretly hoping he wouldn’t. “At least you can stay a couple hours and have fun.”
“Really? Okay, I’ll see.”
I hung up, grabbed Angel’s hips with both hands, and fucked her even harder — savage, deep strokes that made her scream my name. Her asshole clenched and fluttered around me as she came hard, soaking the sheets beneath her.
Then my phone rang again.
It was Malvina.
“My boyfriend and I just had a big argument. He’s not coming. Can you pick me up now?”
I reluctantly pulled my cock out of Angel’s gaping, cum-dripping asshole with a wet pop. Her hole stayed open, twitching, leaking. “Look, you relax and have fun. Let me go pick up Malvina. I’ll be right back, baby.”
Angel whimpered, reaching back to touch her destroyed hole. “Hurry… I need you inside me again.”
I didn’t even put on underwear. I just pulled my shorts up over my hard, glistening cock — still wet from Angel’s ass — and headed out.
Malvina was waiting on the curb. She climbed in, looking pissed off but sexy as hell — tight top, short skirt, legs looking smooth and inviting.
“He’s such a dick,” she muttered. “I’m so done with him.”
I smirked. “Fuck him. There are so many better guys out there. Hell, if you want, I’ll be your boyfriend.”
Malvina laughed, then looked at me with heat in her eyes. “Really? You’re so hot… I’ve thought about it a lot.”
The car got quiet. I was rock hard again. Malvina noticed the huge bulge in my shorts.
“Can I… for a second?” she asked, voice dropping.
I pulled over into a dark side street without a word.
Malvina leaned over immediately, pulled my shorts down, and wrapped her soft lips around my cock — the same cock that had just been balls-deep in her little sister’s asshole less than twenty minutes ago.
She sucked me eagerly, moaning, taking me deep, slobbering all over it. “Mmm… you’re so fucking big,” she groaned between bobs.
The filthy realization hit me like a drug. I grabbed her hair and fucked her mouth harder, knowing exactly where my dick had just been. It made me lose control fast.
“I’m gonna cum,” I growled.
Malvina sucked harder. I exploded in her mouth — thick, heavy ropes shooting straight down her throat. She swallowed every drop, not spilling any, then sat up and wiped her lips with a naughty smile.
“Okay… this is going to be a secret between us, right?” I said, breathing hard.
“Yes,” she whispered, licking her lips. “But… can I get another one later tonight?”
I laughed darkly. “We’ll see, baby.”
We drove the rest of the way home in thick, horny silence.
Angel was waiting inside, freshly fucked and still dripping.
Now both sisters were under my roof.
And the real fun was about to begin.
Chapter 21: Plugged and Teasing
The front door had barely clicked shut before Angel’s face fell. She stood there in the living room, still flushed and clearly disappointed, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. Her ass was obviously still sore and throbbing from the rough fucking I’d given her right before we left to pick up Malvina.
“You didn’t finish…” she whispered, pouting. “I was so close again.”
I smirked and pulled her in for a quick, deep kiss. “Don’t worry, baby. We’ve got all night. But first, let’s do some photos. Go put on those new bikinis you brought.”
Angel’s eyes lit up a little. She grabbed her bag and disappeared into the bedroom to change.
Malvina, meanwhile, was still buzzing from the blowjob she’d given me in the car. Every time our eyes met she gave me this secret, horny little smile — cheeks slightly flushed, biting her lip. She knew something more was coming, and the thrill of keeping it hidden from everyone (especially her little sister) was turning her on.
While Angel was in the other room changing, I quietly pulled Malvina closer.
“Hey, come here,” I whispered.
She stepped in close, eyes sparkling. I took one of the medium-sized black butt plugs from my collection, held it up to her mouth and said, “Open.”
Malvina obeyed instantly, parting her lips. I slid the plug into her mouth, letting her suck and wet it for a few seconds, then pulled it out. Before Angel could come back, I slipped my hand down the back of Malvina’s skirt, pulled her panties aside, and pushed the slick plug slowly but firmly into her tight asshole.
Malvina gasped quietly, eyes widening, but she pushed back against my hand, taking it deep. I gave her ass a firm squeeze and whispered, “Keep that in. Don’t let it out.”
She nodded, breathing faster, clearly loving the sudden fullness.
Angel came out a moment later in a tiny baby-pink bikini that barely covered anything. I smiled at her innocently.
“Malvina, why don’t you put on a bikini too? Let’s take some pictures of both of you. It’ll be good content.”
Malvina grinned and disappeared into the room. While she was changing, I quickly bent Angel over the couch, pulled her bikini bottoms aside, and pushed the second plug deep into her already sore asshole. She whimpered but pushed back, taking it all.
“Shhh… quiet, baby,” I whispered, kissing her neck. “Keep it in for me.”
Then, while both girls were occupied, I dropped my own shorts, lubed up the third plug, and pushed it into my own ass. The fullness hit me instantly — a hot, dirty pressure that made my cock twitch hard. Now I could feel exactly what both sisters were feeling.
For the next hour we did a full photo shoot in the living room. Both girls tried on multiple bikinis — string, micro, thong styles — bending over, arching their backs, spreading their legs for the camera. Every time they moved, I knew the plugs were shifting deep inside their asses. They both kept stealing horny glances at me, biting their lips, subtly moving their hips to feel the toys more.
At one point Angel “accidentally” let her bikini top slip, showing me her tiny perky tits and hard nipples. A minute later Malvina did the same, letting her bigger breasts spill out while pretending to adjust her top. They had no idea the other had just done it too. The secret competition between them — both trying to turn me on without knowing they were sharing the same man — made my cock strain painfully against my shorts.
I was half-hard the entire time, the bulge obvious. Every time one of them bent over to show her ass, the base of the plug visible between her cheeks, I got harder. My mind kept drifting to Anita — how many times I’d fucked her ass in secret, how her thicker, more experienced hole took me so well. Now I had all three women under my control, and the thought made me throb.
“Fuck… I need to pee so bad,” I muttered under my breath, imagining Angel sitting under me again, swallowing every drop while looking up at me with those adoring eyes.
I turned to Malvina. “Hey, there’s a frozen pizza in the fridge downstairs. Can you put it in the oven? I’m starving.”
She smiled brightly, clearly wanting to impress me. “Sure! I’ll do it right now.” She headed downstairs, ass swaying, the plug no doubt shifting with every step.
The second she was gone, I grabbed Angel.
“Sit down. Right here.”
She dropped to her knees instantly, no questions asked. I pulled my cock out and aimed it at her open mouth.
“Drink it all, baby. Don’t spill a drop.”
Angel sealed her lips around my cock and looked up at me with pure submission. I let go with a long, heavy sigh. A strong, hot stream of piss flooded her mouth. She swallowed fast, gulping greedily, eyes watering but never breaking eye contact. I held her head gently and emptied my full bladder straight down her throat while she moaned around me.
Every time I pissed in her mouth it felt dirtier and hotter than the last. I couldn’t wait to do the same thing to her mother soon.
When I finished, Angel licked me clean, kissed the head of my cock, and smiled up at me like I’d just given her the best gift ever.
Malvina was still downstairs.
We had a few more minutes.
And the night was only getting started.
Chapter 21: Plugged Secrets and Teasing
The front door had barely clicked shut behind us when Angel’s expression changed completely. The excited, horny energy she had in the car vanished. She stood in the middle of the living room, still flushed from the rough fucking I’d given her right before we left, shifting uncomfortably from foot to foot. Her tiny ass was clearly still throbbing and sore — every small movement made her wince slightly.
“You didn’t finish…” she whispered, looking up at me with big, disappointed eyes. Her voice was soft and needy. “I was so close again. You just pulled out and left me dripping and empty…”
I stepped closer, cupped her face, and kissed her deeply, tasting the faint remnants of my cock on her tongue. “I know, baby. I’m sorry. But Malvina’s on the way and we don’t have much time right now. Let’s do something fun instead. Go put on some of those new bikinis you brought. We’ll take some real photos for your channel. I want to see you modeling for me.”
Angel’s disappointment melted a little. She loved being watched by me. She grabbed her bag and headed toward the bedroom, hips swaying carefully because of how tender her asshole still felt.
Malvina, on the other hand, was still riding the high from the blowjob she’d given me in the car. Every time our eyes met across the room she gave me this secret, horny little smirk — cheeks pink, biting her lower lip, thighs pressing together. She knew something more was coming tonight, and the thrill of keeping our dirty secret (especially from her little sister) was turning her on more than she could hide.
While Angel was in the bedroom changing, I quietly pulled Malvina aside into the hallway, out of sight.
“Hey, come here for a second,” I whispered.
She stepped close, breathing faster already. I took one of the smooth black medium-sized butt plugs from the small collection I kept hidden, held it up to her mouth and said softly, “Open.”
Malvina’s eyes sparkled with lust. She parted her lips obediently. I slid the plug into her warm mouth, letting her suck and coat it thoroughly with saliva for a few long seconds. Then I pulled it out, shiny and wet. Before Angel could come back out, I slipped my hand down the back of Malvina’s short skirt, pulled her panties to the side, and slowly pushed the thick plug into her tight asshole.
Malvina gasped quietly, eyes widening, but she pushed back against my fingers, taking the plug deep until the base sat flush between her cheeks. I gave her ass a firm squeeze and whispered right against her ear, “Keep that inside you. Don’t let it slip out. I want you feeling it the whole time we take pictures.”
She nodded quickly, face flushed, clearly loving the sudden full feeling in her ass. I pulled my hand out just as Angel’s door opened.
Angel came out first in a tiny baby-pink micro bikini that barely covered her small tits and left almost nothing to the imagination on the bottom. The strings sat high on her hips, and I knew the plug was pressing against the fabric.
“Malvina, why don’t you join us?” I called out casually. “Put on a bikini too. We’ll get some great shots of both of you.”
Malvina disappeared into the room with a naughty grin. While she was changing, I quickly pulled Angel over to the couch, bent her forward, yanked her bikini bottoms aside, and pushed the second slick plug deep into her already sore, puffy asshole. She whimpered loudly but pushed back, taking every inch.
“Shhh… be quiet, baby,” I whispered, kissing her neck. “Keep it in for me the whole time. I want to watch you move with it inside.”
Then, while both girls were busy, I dropped my own shorts, lubed up the third plug, and slowly worked it into my own ass. The thick pressure hit me instantly — a hot, dirty fullness that made my cock throb even harder. Now all three of us were plugged. I could feel exactly what both sisters were experiencing with every movement.
The next full hour became one of the hottest, most teasing photo shoots I’d ever done.
Both girls tried on multiple bikinis — string bikinis, thong bottoms, sheer pieces that left nothing hidden. They posed, bent over, arched their backs, spread their legs, and turned around slowly for the camera. Every single movement made the plugs shift deep inside their asses. I could see it in their faces — the little gasps, the way their cheeks flushed, the way they bit their lips when they moved just right and the toys pressed against their most sensitive spots.
Angel and Malvina had no idea the other had a plug inside her. They both thought they were the only one secretly filled and plugged for me.
At one point Angel “accidentally” let her bikini top slip to the side, flashing me her tiny perky tits and hard pink nipples while looking straight into the camera with innocent eyes. A few minutes later Malvina did the exact same thing, letting her bigger, fuller breasts spill out while pretending to adjust her top, giving me a sultry look. The secret competition between them — both trying to out-tease the other without knowing they were sharing the same cock — made my dick strain painfully against my shorts.
I stayed visibly half-hard the entire time. The thick bulge in my shorts was impossible to miss. Every time one of them bent over deeply, showing the base of their plug peeking between their cheeks, or flashed their tits, my cock twitched and leaked pre-cum. My mind kept drifting to Anita — remembering how many times I’d fucked her thick ass in secret while her daughters were right down the hall. Now I had all three women plugged and teasing me under the same roof. The overwhelming taboo made me dizzy with lust.
“Fuck… I need to pee so bad,” I muttered under my breath, staring at Angel. I wanted nothing more than to have her sit under me again, swallowing every drop while looking up at me with those adoring eyes.
I turned to Malvina with a casual smile. “Hey, there’s a frozen pizza in the fridge downstairs. Can you go put it in the oven? I’m getting really hungry.”
Malvina lit up, clearly wanting to impress me. “Of course! I’ll do it right now.” She headed downstairs immediately, her plugged ass swaying with every step.
The second she disappeared down the stairs, I grabbed Angel.
“Sit down right here, baby. Right now.”
She dropped to her knees instantly between my legs, no hesitation. I pulled my cock out and aimed it at her open, eager mouth.
“Drink it all. Don’t spill a single drop.”
Angel sealed her soft lips around my cock and looked up at me with pure love and submission. I let go with a long, heavy groan. A powerful, hot stream of piss flooded straight into her mouth. She swallowed fast and greedily, gulping down every bit while her eyes stayed locked on mine. I held her head gently, emptying my full bladder down her throat. The feeling was incredible — warm, filthy, intimate. Every time I pissed in her mouth it felt dirtier and hotter than the last.
When I finally finished, Angel licked me clean, kissed the head lovingly, and smiled up at me like I was her entire world.
Malvina was still downstairs.
We had a few precious minutes left.
And the night was only beginning to get truly wild.
Chapter 22: Pizza, Pictures, and Risky Secrets
The photo shoot had gone on for over an hour, and the living room was now a mess of discarded bikinis, lighting equipment, and charged sexual tension. Both Angel and Malvina were flushed, breathing a little heavier than usual, their movements careful because of the butt plugs still buried deep in their asses. Every time one of them bent over or shifted, I could see the subtle wince and the way their thighs pressed together — they were both soaked and aching.
“Alright, let’s go downstairs and eat that pizza,” I said, trying to sound casual. “I’m starving.”
We headed down to the kitchen. The frozen pizza was already baking, filling the air with cheese and pepperoni. The three of us sat around the small table — Angel on one side, still squirming from the plug in her sore little hole, Malvina on the other, cheeks pink as she kept stealing secret glances at me, clearly still horny from the plug and the blowjob she’d given me earlier.
I took a bite and leaned back. “You know what? I kind of want to watch a movie after this. Something chill.”
Angel immediately shook her head, eyes bright with excitement. “Nooo, I wanna see the pictures first! Can we look at them now? Please?”
I pretended to hesitate. “Can we do it later? I’m tired.”
“Tonight,” she insisted, pouting in that cute way that always got to me. “Right now. I want to see how they turned out.”
I sighed like I was giving in. “Fine. You know what? Why don’t you just go upstairs to my office? The photos are already transferred to my computer. Go through them on the big screen and pick your favorites. I’ll be up in a minute.”
Angel’s face lit up. She jumped up, still moving gingerly because of the plug, and practically ran upstairs. “Don’t take too long!”
The second her footsteps disappeared up the stairs, I looked at Malvina. The air between us instantly thickened.
I stood up, walked around the table, and grabbed her from behind, pressing my hard cock against her ass through her skirt. My hand slid up under her top as I whispered hotly against her ear, “How’s that butt plug feeling, baby?”
Malvina shivered and pushed back against me. “It’s making me so fucking horny… I’ve been wet the entire time we were taking pictures. Every time I moved I could feel it pressing deeper.”
“Good girl,” I growled. “You want me to replace it with something real?”
She didn’t answer with words. She just reached back, grabbed my hand, and pressed it harder against her ass, grinding against me desperately.
I didn’t waste time. I yanked her skirt up, pulled her panties to the side, and slowly removed the plug from her tight asshole. She moaned softly. I replaced it immediately with the thick head of my cock, pushing in hard and fast. Malvina gasped, gripping the kitchen counter as I buried myself balls-deep in her ass in one smooth thrust.
“Fuck… you’re so tight,” I groaned, starting to fuck her with deep, steady strokes. Her ass was plush and hot, gripping me beautifully. While I pounded her, I kept one ear listening upstairs for Angel’s footsteps.
Malvina was biting her lip hard, trying not to moan too loudly. “Harder… please… I’ve wanted this for so long…”
I fucked her faster, gripping her hips, slamming into her ass while the pizza continued baking in the oven. The risk of Angel coming down any second made it ten times hotter. I could feel myself getting close already.
I pulled out at the last second, spun Malvina around, and pushed her down to her knees. “Open your mouth.”
She did — just in time. I stroked my cock twice and exploded across her pretty face. Thick ropes of cum painted her cheeks, lips, and chin. Some landed on her tongue. She looked up at me with lust-filled eyes, breathing hard, her face now a messy, glistening masterpiece.
At that exact moment, we heard Angel’s footsteps coming down the stairs.
“Shit!” I quickly pulled my shorts up. Malvina ducked behind the kitchen counter just in time, hiding her cum-covered face.
Angel walked into the kitchen. “Hey, where’s Malvina?”
“She’s in the bathroom,” I said smoothly, heart pounding.
Angel nodded, then stepped closer to me with that needy look in her eyes. “Can I suck your dick for a second before she comes back? Just really quick…”
I almost laughed at the insane timing. “No, no — not right now. Go back upstairs. I’ll be there in a minute.”
Angel pouted but turned and headed back up. The second she was gone, Malvina stood up from behind the counter, her face still covered in my load. She looked at me with wide eyes.
“You just fucked Angel too?” she whispered, shocked but clearly turned on.
I shrugged, not even trying to deny it. “Yeah… we’ve been hooking up casually. You’re not the only one.”
Malvina stared at me for a second, cum dripping down her cheek, then let out a soft, surprised laugh. “My little sister… and me… at the same time? You’re actually fucking both of us?”
I stepped closer and wiped a streak of cum from her chin with my thumb, pushing it into her mouth. She sucked it clean without hesitation.
“Looks like it,” I said with a dark smile. “And you’re both loving it.”
Malvina licked her lips, eyes gleaming with filthy excitement.
The night had just gone from risky to completely unhinged.
And we still had hours left before anyone had to go home.
Chapter 22: Sisters, Secrets, and Shared Sins
I looked at Malvina, her face still glistening with my cum, and spoke in a low, calm voice while wiping her cheek with my thumb and pushing the rest into her mouth.
“You know… I was deep in Angel’s ass when you called me to pick you up,” I told her plainly. “I was fucking her hard, stretching that tiny little hole, and then you called. We didn’t get to finish. Now that I’ve pleased you and you got what you wanted in the car… since you already know the truth, can you do me a favor? Go get busy downstairs. Watch a movie, do whatever. Just stay down here so I can go finish what I started with Angel. I don’t want her to know that you know we’re fucking. Keep it secret, okay?”
Malvina stared at me, cum still on her chin, eyes wide with disbelief and a flash of anger.
“I can’t believe you,” she whispered. “This is crazy. You’re actually fucking my little sister too?”
I shrugged, still gently cleaning her face. “Why is it crazy when I fuck you and make you feel good, but it’s suddenly a problem when she’s having fun? You both want the same thing. Now that you know our secret, just stay downstairs for a bit. Tell her you’re going for a walk or something if she asks. I need to finish with her.”
Malvina looked annoyed, almost jealous. She had clearly thought she was going to be my main focus tonight. Finding out her little sister was already my girlfriend — and getting fucked regularly — hit her harder than she wanted to show.
“Fine,” she muttered, rolling her eyes. “Whatever. Go fuck your little princess. I’ll stay down here like a good girl.”
“Thank you,” I said softly, kissing her forehead. “I’ll make it up to you later. I promise.”
I quickly cleaned the last streaks of cum off her face, gave her ass a firm squeeze, and headed upstairs.
Angel was waiting in the bedroom, still plugged, still needy. The second I walked in she looked up at me with those big, hungry eyes.
I didn’t say much. I just grabbed her, spun her around, and pushed her face-down onto the bed.
“Bend over, baby. Ass up.”
She obeyed instantly, arching her back. I pulled her bikini bottoms to the side, gripped the base of the butt plug, and slowly pulled it out of her sore, puffy asshole. She whimpered at the empty feeling. Before she could recover, I lined up my thick cock and shoved it back inside her in one long, deep thrust.
Angel screamed into the pillow. “Oh my God, Jason! It still hurts so much… but fuck me… please fuck my ass!”
I started pounding her hard — deep, powerful strokes that made her tiny body jolt forward with every thrust. Her sore ring gripped me tightly, still fighting even after everything. I didn’t hold back. The bed slammed against the wall. Angel’s screams grew louder and filthier.
“Fuck my ass harder! No — wait, slower! Ahh! It hurts! Harder! Oh fuck, Jason!”
Downstairs, Malvina could definitely hear everything. The rhythmic slapping, Angel’s broken moans, the way she cried out every time I bottomed out. Knowing her older sister was listening while I destroyed her little sister’s asshole only made me fuck Angel even harder.
In my head I kept thinking about Anita — how her husband was probably only fucking her pussy right now, while her ass belonged to me. The thought of owning all three women made me throb violently inside Angel.
“Spread your ass for me, baby,” I growled.
Angel reached back with both hands, pulling her cheeks wide open so I could watch my thick cock stretching her tiny hole. I railed her mercilessly until she came hard, screaming, her asshole spasming around me, her pussy dripping onto the sheets.
Right as I felt my own orgasm building, I pulled out, flipped her over, and shoved my cock straight into her mouth.
“Open wide.”
Angel sucked greedily. I exploded down her throat, filling her mouth with thick, hot cum. She swallowed every drop, moaning around me, eyes watering but full of love.
When I finally pulled out, she collapsed face-down on the bed, completely exhausted, naked, plugged no more, ass red and gaping, leaking my cum.
I didn’t even bother putting my shorts on. I walked downstairs with my cock still half-hard and shiny.
Malvina was sitting on the couch, legs pressed together, clearly turned on from listening to everything.
“Thank you,” I told her with a smirk. “She really enjoyed it. Came so hard she couldn’t even speak.”
Malvina’s eyes dropped straight to my cock — still wet from her little sister’s ass.
I stepped closer. “Now… if you want, I can fuck you next while she’s upstairs trying to catch her breath. Her tiny asshole is so tight and fun to destroy. You want a turn?”
Malvina looked conflicted for a second, still annoyed, but the hunger in her eyes won.
“Okay… fine,” she muttered.
I grinned, grabbed her, bent her over the couch, pulled her skirt up, and shoved my cock straight into her ass in one smooth thrust.
“Mmm… I can’t believe this,” she moaned, pushing back against me. “You’re actually fucking both of us…”
I started pounding her hard, thinking about Anita watching me fuck her two daughters, one after the other.
The night was far from over.
I had two plugged, horny sisters under my roof, and I planned to use both of them until they couldn’t walk straight.
Chapter 23: Under the Table
After I finished with Malvina on the couch, I wiped my cock on her thigh and gave her a quick kiss on the forehead.
“I’m going upstairs,” I told her quietly. “I’m gonna text you in a bit. When I do, I want you to come up to the office and ask me about the pictures. Act normal, like you just want to see how they turned out.”
Malvina raised an eyebrow. “Why?”
“Don’t worry about it. Just do it. I’ll explain later.”
She nodded, still a little annoyed but clearly intrigued.
I headed upstairs. Angel was lying on the bed, naked and exhausted, gently rubbing her sore ass. She looked up at me with those big, loving eyes.
“You feel better now, baby?” I asked softly.
“Yeah… a little. Still really sore though.”
I smiled and sat down at the computer desk in the office corner of the room. “Good. Come here. I didn’t get enough of that pretty mouth. Get under the table.”
Angel’s eyes widened. “What if Malvina comes up?”
“She won’t know. Just stay quiet. Trust me.”
She hesitated for half a second, then crawled under the desk like a good girl. I pulled my shorts down, letting my half-hard cock spring free. Angel immediately wrapped her soft lips around it and started sucking gently, slowly, keeping as quiet as possible. The warmth of her mouth felt incredible after everything.
I opened the folder of photos on the big monitor and started sorting through them casually.
A minute later, I texted Malvina: Come upstairs.
A few moments passed. Then I heard footsteps. Malvina appeared in the doorway.
“Hey… can I see the pictures too?” she asked innocently.
I put a finger to my lips, signaling her to be quiet, and pointed under the desk. Malvina’s eyes widened when she realized Angel was down there, silently sucking my cock. She also noticed I had no pants on. A wicked little smile spread across her face as she understood the game.
She walked over and sat in the chair right next to me, acting completely normal.
“Let me see,” she said, leaning in close to the screen.
I started showing her the photos — Angel in the tiny pink bikini, bending over, arching her back, the subtle outline of the butt plug visible in some shots. While I clicked through them, Angel kept sucking me under the desk, slow and quiet, her tongue swirling around the head, doing everything she could not to make a sound.
Malvina pretended she had no idea. She pointed at the screen. “This one’s really cute… she looks so innocent.”
Under the table, Angel took me deeper, trying desperately to stay silent. I reached down and gently stroked her hair, then looked at Malvina and slid my finger into her mouth. Malvina immediately started sucking my finger, eyes locked on mine, while her little sister sucked my cock just inches away.
The filth of the moment hit me like a wave.
I was sitting there with both sisters — one secretly sucking my dick under the desk, the other openly sucking my finger right beside me, both of them plugged and still tasting like sex. I couldn’t hold back anymore.
I gripped the edge of the desk and came hard down Angel’s throat. She choked quietly, swallowing every thick rope as fast as she could, trying not to make any noise. Her throat worked around me, milking me dry while Malvina kept sucking my finger, watching me cum with a knowing smirk.
When I finally finished, I patted Angel’s head gently under the desk.
I looked at Malvina. “Hey, can you go downstairs and get me a glass of water?”
She gave me a playful look. “Yeah, sure.”
The second Malvina left the room, I pulled my chair back. Angel crawled out from under the desk, breathing hard, lips swollen, a little cum at the corner of her mouth. She swallowed one last time and looked up at me proudly.
I wiped her lips with my thumb and kissed her deeply.
“Good girl. You stayed so quiet.”
Malvina came back upstairs a minute later with the water. She handed it to me with a smirk, knowing exactly what had just happened under the desk.
I leaned back in the chair, cock still out, and looked at both sisters.
This was perfect.
Both of them under my control.
Both of them plugged.
Both of them addicted.
And neither of them fully knew how deep the other was in it with me.
I couldn’t wait to push it even further.
Chapter 23: The Double Massage
I looked at both sisters lying on the bed — Angel on her stomach, still breathing hard from the fucking I’d just given her, and Malvina beside her, curious and horny after everything that had happened downstairs. My cock was still hard, shiny with oil and cum, and the sight of these two beautiful girls side by side made something dark and possessive stir inside me.
“You know what?” I said, voice low. “I know exactly what you both need right now.”
Malvina raised an eyebrow. “What?”
I smiled. “Massage. A proper, full-body massage. You both look tense as hell after all that modeling and… activity.”
Angel let out a tired little laugh. “I could definitely use one.”
Malvina grinned. “Who doesn’t like a massage?”
“Exactly,” I said, laughing. “Come on. Upstairs, both of you. Let me give you the best massage you’ve ever had.”
We moved to the big bedroom. I dimmed the lights low, creating a warm, intimate glow. Both girls climbed onto the bed on their stomachs.
“Shirts off,” I ordered softly. “And shorts too. The oil will ruin them.”
Malvina looked back at me with a playful smirk as she pulled her top over her head, revealing her bigger, fuller tits. “Aren’t you the lucky guy — getting both of us naked in your bed?”
I chuckled, grabbing the big bottle of lavender oil. “Hey, I’m just trying to do you a favor. Don’t make it sound like it’s all for me.”
“Yeah, sure,” Malvina teased, but she still slid her shorts and panties down, kicking them off. Angel did the same, both of them now completely naked on my bed, asses up, plugs still buried deep inside them.
I poured a generous amount of warm oil over both their backs at the same time. The slick liquid ran down their spines, over their waists, and into the curves of their asses. I started with long, firm strokes — massaging their shoulders, their backs, their lower backs. Then I moved lower.
My hands slid over their oiled asses, spreading their cheeks slightly. I pressed a finger against each plugged hole, pushing the toys a little deeper while rubbing in slow circles.
“Is this pressure good right here?” I asked innocently.
Both girls moaned at the same time.
“Yes…” Angel breathed.
“So good…” Malvina added, pushing her ass back against my hand.
I grinned. I climbed onto the bed, straddled Angel first, and slowly pulled the plug out of her sore little asshole. Before she could react, I replaced it with my thick cock, sliding in deep while my hands continued massaging Malvina’s back and shoulders.
Angel moaned loudly into the pillow as I started fucking her slowly, deeply. My hands never stopped working on Malvina — kneading her ass, rubbing her lower back, making her moan too.
Then I pulled out of Angel, moved over to Malvina, and pushed my cock into her ass while my hands went back to massaging Angel.
I alternated like that for long, delicious minutes — fucking one sister’s ass while massaging the other, then switching. The room filled with their soft, overlapping moans and the wet sounds of my cock sliding in and out of their oily holes.
“You two just relax,” I murmured. “Try to take a nap if you want. Just enjoy it.”
I was in heaven. Two gorgeous sisters, both plugged earlier, both now taking my cock in their asses while I massaged them like a caring boyfriend. I had fucked both of them multiple times already tonight, and they were still hungry for more.
I pulled my shirt off, now completely naked, oiled up, and rock hard. “My clothes were getting all messy anyway.”
Malvina looked back at me with a mix of lust and jealousy. “You’re such a crazy guy… having both of us naked in your bed like this.”
I laughed and pushed deeper into her ass. “If I do anything crazy, you’ll tell your dad, right?”
She gasped as I bottomed out. “I know you… you wouldn’t do anything crazy…”
I leaned over Malvina’s back and kissed Angel deeply on the lips while still fucking her older sister. My fingers found Angel’s pussy and rubbed her clit as I thrust into Malvina.
After a while I whispered to Angel, “You’re my favorite, you know that?”
Malvina heard it. “Oh really?”
“Yeah,” I said, pulling out of Malvina and sliding back into Angel’s tighter, sorer little hole. “She’s always nicer to me. I think I need to massage her more.”
I started fucking Angel harder, losing the slow massage rhythm. The bed started slamming. Angel screamed into the pillow, moaning loudly.
“You’re massaging her way too hard,” Malvina teased, laughing.
Angel laughed breathlessly between moans. “Well… I’m his favorite.”
Malvina rolled her eyes. “I wonder what you did to become his favorite…”
“A lot,” Angel moaned, pushing back against me.
I completely lost control of the “gentle massage” game. I grabbed Angel’s hips and started pounding her ass hard and deep, making her scream. Malvina watched, fingering herself.
I pulled out at the last second, grabbed both girls by the hair, and made them put their faces together, cheeks pressed, mouths open, tongues out.
I stroked my cock furiously over their faces and exploded.
Thick ropes of cum shot across both their tongues, lips, cheeks, and chins. They started making out sloppily, sharing my load, tongues swirling, cum dripping between them.
I stood there breathing hard, watching my two beautiful sisters kiss with my cum all over their faces.
“Oh my God…” I groaned, completely satisfied.
This was insane.
This was perfect.
And the night was still young.
Chapter 24: The Morning After and Sneaky Sins
The next morning, sunlight filtered softly through the blinds, casting warm stripes across the tangled sheets. I woke up with a beautiful, filthy sight: Angel curled up against my left side, completely naked, her tiny body pressed into me, one leg draped over mine. Malvina was on my right, her fuller curves spooned against me, her bigger tits softly squishing against my arm. Both girls were still asleep, breathing peacefully, their asses still slightly marked and tender from everything I’d done to them the night before.
I lay there for a long moment, just watching them — my two secret conquests, mother and daughters all under my control now. My cock twitched against Angel’s thigh at the thought.
Eventually they stirred. Angel woke first, blushing when she realized she was naked between me and her older sister. Malvina opened her eyes, looked at both of us, and gave a shy but satisfied little smile. The atmosphere was quiet and a little awkward — none of us really talked about the wild night we’d shared. They got dressed in silence, stealing glances at me and at each other.
“Alright,” I said, breaking the tension. “Let’s get you girls home.”
The car ride was strangely quiet. Angel sat in the front, still shifting uncomfortably every few minutes because her ass was so sore. Malvina sat in the back, legs crossed, occasionally catching my eye in the rearview mirror with a knowing look.
When we pulled up to the house, Dave was already outside loading something into the car. He waved cheerfully.
“Oh perfect timing! Girls, let’s go to the mall. We’ll do a little shopping, spend some family time together.”
Angel and Malvina looked at each other, then nodded. Dave turned to me. “You coming with us?”
I shook my head. “I’ve got some work to catch up on. I’ll swing by tonight for barbecue though.”
“Sounds good, man. See you later.”
I waited until their car disappeared down the street, then parked a few blocks away and walked back to the house on foot. My heart was already racing.
I knocked. Anita opened the door in casual home clothes — loose tank top and leggings. The second she saw me her eyes widened.
“You’re crazy,” she whispered. “They just left. They could come back any second—”
I didn’t let her finish. I stepped inside, kicked the door shut, grabbed her by the waist and kissed her hard, pushing her back against the wall. My hands immediately went to her thick ass, squeezing possessively.
“I missed this sexy Russian ass,” I growled against her lips.
She moaned into my mouth, half protesting, half melting. “You’re insane… they literally just left…”
I didn’t care. I walked her straight into the living room, bent her over the back of the couch, and yanked her leggings and panties down in one motion. Her full, round ass spilled out — the same ass I’d been fucking behind her husband’s and daughters’ backs for months.
I spat on my fingers and pushed two straight into her asshole, opening her up quickly. Anita moaned loudly, pushing back against my hand.
I freed my cock, already rock hard, and stepped in front of her. “Suck it first.”
She took me into her mouth eagerly, sucking sloppily while I fingered her ass. My mind was spinning with filthy memories — how I’d fucked Angel and Malvina raw the night before, how both sisters had taken my cock in their asses while their mother had no idea. The guilt and thrill mixed into something dangerously addictive.
I moved behind her again, lined up, and pushed my thick cock deep into her asshole in one long stroke. Anita moaned loudly, gripping the couch.
“Fuck… you’re so deep…”
I started pounding her hard, hips slapping against her soft ass. “Tell me, does your husband fuck you better… or me?”
She gasped between moans. “You’re crazy… He’s my husband but… fuck… you fuck me so much better. So much deeper… so much dirtier…”
I slammed into her harder, thinking about Angel’s tiny screams and Malvina’s moans from the night before. The contrast was insane. I was fucking the mother while her daughters were still sore from my cock.
The fear of the family coming back early made everything more intense. Every thrust carried the risk of headlights in the driveway, keys in the door, Dave walking in to see me balls-deep in his wife’s ass. That terror only made me fuck her harder.
I leaned over her back, reached around to rub her clit, and growled in her ear, “I’m going to cum deep in this married ass.”
Anita moaned louder, pushing back to meet every thrust. I exploded inside her, pumping thick ropes of cum deep into her bowels while thinking about how I’d filled both her daughters the night before.
When I finally pulled out, cum leaked from her well-fucked hole down her thighs. I quickly pulled her leggings back up, gave her ass one last hard slap, and kissed her roughly.
“I better go before they come back. See you tonight for barbecue.”
Anita was still breathless, flushed, and leaking as I slipped out the back door.
I walked back to my car with a dark, satisfied smile.
I had fucked the mother.
I had fucked both daughters.
And in a few hours I’d be sitting at the same dinner table with all of them like nothing had happened.
The guilt was there.
The fear was there.
But the thrill… the thrill was fucking addictive.
I couldn’t wait for tonight.
Chapter 25: Risk and Reward
I got back to the house much earlier than expected. The mall trip must have taken longer than planned because Dave’s car wasn’t in the driveway yet. Perfect.
The second I stepped inside, Anita was in the kitchen wiping down the counter. She turned around, surprised, and before she could even say hello I was on her.
I grabbed her by the waist, spun her around, and kissed her hard, pushing her back against the counter. My hands immediately slid down to squeeze her thick Russian ass through her leggings.
“You’re back already?” she whispered, half-laughing, half-breathless. “They could be home any minute—”
“I don’t care,” I growled against her neck, already hard. “I need your mouth right now.”
I didn’t give her time to argue. I unzipped my shorts, pulled my thick cock out, and guided her down to her knees right there on the kitchen floor. Anita looked up at me with that mix of nervousness and lust she always got when we played risky games. She wrapped her soft hand around the base and took me into her warm, wet mouth without another word.
“Fuck… that’s it,” I groaned quietly, resting one hand on the counter and the other on the back of her head.
She sucked me eagerly, sloppily, the way she knew I liked it — deep, wet, noisy. Her tongue swirled around the head, then she took me deeper, gagging softly when I hit the back of her throat. Saliva dripped down her chin onto her tank top as she bobbed faster, desperate to please me before her family came home.
I looked down at her — married mother of two, on her knees in her own kitchen, sucking the same cock that had destroyed both her daughters’ asses the night before. The filth of it made my cock throb in her mouth.
“You’re such a good little cocksucker,” I whispered, fucking her mouth with shallow thrusts. “Suck it just like that. I’m gonna cum down your throat before they get here.”
Anita moaned around my cock, sucking harder, one hand cupping my balls while the other stroked the base. The wet, filthy sounds of her mouth filled the kitchen. I could feel myself getting close already.
Right as the pressure built to the edge, I heard the sound of a car pulling into the driveway.
“Fuck—” I groaned.
Headlights swept across the front window. Car doors slammed.
I grabbed Anita’s head with both hands and thrust deep into her mouth. “Swallow it all. Now.”
I exploded.
Thick, heavy ropes of cum shot straight down her throat as the front door started to open. Anita’s eyes widened in panic but she kept sucking, swallowing desperately, trying to take every drop without choking. Some cum leaked from the corner of her mouth as she gulped frantically.
The door opened.
Dave walked in first, followed by Angel and Malvina carrying shopping bags.
Anita quickly pulled off my cock with a soft pop, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, and stood up fast. She swallowed one last time, clearing her throat, and turned toward the living room like nothing had happened.
“Hey! You’re back early,” she called out, voice slightly hoarse but surprisingly steady. She walked over and kissed Dave on the lips — the same lips that still had traces of my cum on them seconds ago.
I quickly tucked myself back into my shorts and stepped out of the kitchen, acting casual.
Dave grinned. “Yeah, the girls got tired of shopping. How you doing, man?”
“Good, good,” I said smoothly, smiling at everyone. “Just got here myself.”
Angel and Malvina walked in behind him. Both girls froze for half a second when they saw me. Angel’s cheeks turned pink instantly, remembering how I’d fucked her ass raw the night before. Malvina bit her lip, her eyes dropping to my crotch for a split second before looking away. The secret knowledge between the three of us made the air thick with tension.
I had just cum down their mother’s throat while they were pulling into the driveway.
And now we were all standing in the living room like one big happy family.
Dave clapped me on the shoulder. “Glad you could make it for barbecue tonight. The girls didn’t cause you too much trouble last night, right?”
I smiled, looking straight at Angel and Malvina. “Nah, they were perfect. We had a great time. Watched some movies, took some photos… everything was easy.”
Angel shifted uncomfortably, her sore ass probably still reminding her of exactly how “easy” it had been. Malvina gave me a tiny, secret smirk.
Anita walked past me toward the kitchen, her ass swaying in those tight leggings, still full of the load I’d given her earlier. She glanced back at me with a mix of panic and lingering lust.
The crazy, forbidden rush hit me all at once.
I had just fucked the mother in the kitchen while the husband and daughters were walking through the front door.
And both daughters knew parts of the truth.
The guilt. The fear. The power. The insane horniness of it all.
This was dangerous as hell.
And I was addicted.
I couldn’t wait to see how the rest of the night would play out.
Chapter 25: Family Dinner
The evening air was warm and carried the rich scent of grilled meat and charcoal as everyone gathered around the backyard table. Dave had taken charge of the barbecue again, flipping steaks and burgers with the proud energy of a man happy to be home. Anita moved between the kitchen and patio, bringing out plates, salads, and cold drinks, her movements graceful but with a subtle stiffness that only someone who knew her well would notice.
I sat at the table, outwardly relaxed, a cold beer in my hand, watching the strange theater unfold.
Angel sat across from me, freshly showered and wearing a simple sundress. She kept her eyes mostly on her plate, but every so often her gaze would drift to me. There was a quiet flush on her cheeks and a careful way she shifted in her seat — small, almost imperceptible movements that spoke volumes about how tender she still felt. When our eyes met, she gave the tiniest, shyest smile before looking away again, remembering everything that had happened the night before.
Malvina sat to my right, closer than necessary. She was more composed than her sister, but her foot occasionally brushed against mine under the table — light, deliberate touches that lingered just a second too long. She chatted easily with her father, but her glances toward me carried a new layer of heat and secrecy. She knew things now. She knew far more than she had yesterday.
Anita moved around us like the perfect hostess, refilling glasses and laughing at Dave’s stories about the road. But when she leaned over to set a bowl down near me, her fingers brushed my shoulder a fraction longer than needed. Her eyes met mine for a brief moment — a flash of shared danger and lingering desire — before she straightened up and returned to her husband’s side.
Dave, completely unaware, was in high spirits. He raised his beer toward me.
“Man, I really appreciate you looking after the girls last night. Sounds like you kept everything under control.”
I smiled smoothly, taking a slow sip. “They were great. No trouble at all. We had a relaxing evening.”
Angel’s fork paused for half a second. Malvina hid a small smile behind her glass. Anita busied herself with the salad, her cheeks warming slightly.
The conversation flowed easily on the surface — talk about the mall, future plans, Dave’s upcoming trucking schedule. But underneath it all was a thick, electric tension that only the four of us could feel.
Every time Angel shifted in her chair, I remembered how she had trembled beneath me. Every time Malvina laughed at something her father said, I saw the memory of her lips from the car ride flicker across her face. And every time Anita passed behind me, the faint scent of her skin brought back the frantic moment in the kitchen just hours earlier.
I sat there, calm on the outside, while my mind replayed the images in vivid detail: Angel’s quiet gasps under the table, Malvina’s knowing smirk when she realized what was happening, Anita swallowing quickly before greeting her husband with the same mouth.
The guilt was present — sharp and real — but it only sharpened the thrill. Here we were, one happy family around the dinner table, while secrets layered upon secrets hummed between us like live wires.
Dave raised his glass again. “To family, and good friends who help keep everything running smooth.”
We all clinked glasses. Angel’s eyes met mine across the table. Malvina’s foot pressed against my leg once more. Anita’s gaze lingered on me for a heartbeat longer than it should have.
I smiled politely and took another sip.
“Cheers,” I said.
The night was still young, and the secrets were only getting deeper.
Chapter 25: Dinner Under the Surface
The backyard was bathed in the soft golden light of early evening, the air thick with the savory aroma of grilled steaks, burgers, and fresh herbs from Anita’s salad. String lights twinkled overhead, casting a warm, deceptively cozy glow over the long patio table. On the surface, it looked like the perfect family gathering — a husband home from a long trip, his wife moving gracefully between kitchen and grill, two daughters laughing and chatting, and a trusted family friend seated among them.
But beneath that peaceful picture, the tension was electric.
Dave sat at the head of the table, relaxed and expansive after a few beers, regaling everyone with exaggerated stories from his latest trucking run. He was in his element — loud, jovial, completely unaware of the undercurrents swirling around him. To him, this was normal life: good food, good company, his family together again.
Anita played her role beautifully. She smiled at her husband’s jokes, refilled glasses, and touched his shoulder affectionately as she passed. But every so often her eyes would drift toward the man sitting across from her. There was a quiet heat in her gaze, mixed with the sharp edge of risk. Only hours earlier she had been on her knees in this very kitchen, heart pounding as she tried to swallow every trace of him before her family walked through the door. Now she moved carefully, still feeling the aftermath of that stolen moment, balancing the mask of devoted wife with the secret knowledge of what she had done — and what she still wanted.
Angel sat quietly beside her father, picking at her food. She looked sweet and innocent in her light sundress, but her posture was cautious. Every small shift in her seat brought a faint reminder of the night before — the intense, overwhelming sensations that had left her sore and tender. She barely spoke, stealing quick, shy glances across the table. When their eyes met, a soft blush colored her cheeks. She was still processing everything: the pleasure, the pain, the deep emotional pull she felt toward the man who had claimed her so completely. Part of her wanted to hide under the table; another part ached to be alone with him again.
Malvina, seated to his right, was more composed but no less affected. She laughed at her father’s stories and bantered lightly, but her foot kept finding excuses to brush against his leg under the table — subtle, lingering touches that sent silent messages. She knew more than her sister realized. The memory of the car, the taste that still lingered on her tongue, and the shocking discovery that her little sister was involved too… it all created a storm of jealousy, excitement, and forbidden curiosity inside her. She was testing boundaries, seeing how far this secret web could stretch.
And then there was him — the man at the center of it all.
He sat back in his chair with a calm, friendly smile, nodding at Dave’s stories and making easy conversation. Outwardly, he was the helpful family friend, the reliable “uncle” figure. Inside, he was burning. Every glance at Angel brought back the memory of her quiet, desperate moans. Every brush from Malvina’s foot reminded him of her eager mouth in the car. Every time Anita leaned over the table, he remembered her on her knees just hours ago. The guilt was there — sharp, whispering that this was wrong on every level. But the thrill was stronger. The danger of sitting at this table with all three women, knowing what he had done to each of them, created an intoxicating rush unlike anything else.
The conversation flowed on the surface — plans for the week, complaints about traffic, light teasing between the sisters. But underneath it hummed a silent language only they understood: stolen glances, hidden touches, shared secrets layered upon secrets.
Dave raised his glass with a contented sigh.
“To family being together. And to good friends who make everything easier.”
Glasses clinked. Angel’s eyes met his for a heartbeat longer than they should have. Malvina’s foot pressed deliberately against his leg. Anita’s fingers brushed his hand as she reached for a plate.
He smiled politely, clinked his glass with the others, and took a slow sip of beer.
On the outside, it was just another pleasant family barbecue.
On the inside, it was a powder keg of desire, guilt, jealousy, and delicious risk — and no one at the table could escape it.
The night was still young, and the secrets were far from finished.
Chapter 26: Plugged Secrets at Dinner
A few days later, he extended the invitation casually during a phone call with Dave.
“Why don’t you all come over to my place for dinner this weekend? I’ll grill some steaks, we can relax by the pool. It’ll be nice to return the favor after that barbecue at your house.”
Dave accepted immediately, happy for the change of scenery. So on Saturday evening, the whole family arrived — Dave in a good mood, Anita looking effortlessly elegant in a summer dress, Angel in a light sundress that still made her move with careful grace, and Malvina in a fitted top and jeans that hugged her figure.
The evening started normally enough. He welcomed them warmly, showed them around the backyard, and fired up the grill. Dave settled into a chair with a cold drink, talking about his upcoming routes, while the women helped set the table and bring out side dishes. On the surface, it was just another friendly gathering.
But he had other plans.
He waited for the right moments.
First came Anita. While Dave was outside adjusting the grill and the girls were in the kitchen, he pulled her into the hallway pantry under the pretense of grabbing more napkins. The door clicked shut behind them. Without a word, he turned her around, lifted the hem of her dress, and slowly worked a smooth, medium-sized plug into her. Anita gasped softly, gripping his arm, her cheeks flushing as she took it fully. He kissed her neck and whispered, “Keep it in all night.” She gave him a heated, slightly nervous look before slipping back out to rejoin the others.
Next was Angel. Later, when Dave stepped away to take a work call and Malvina was distracted setting the table, he caught Angel alone near the guest bathroom. He pulled her inside, bent her forward gently over the counter, and eased the second plug into her still-sensitive opening. Angel bit her lip hard to stay quiet, trembling slightly as it settled deep. Her eyes met his in the mirror — shy, aroused, and full of secret devotion. He kissed her forehead and sent her back out with a gentle pat.
Finally, Malvina. During a quiet moment when everyone was gathered outside, he asked her to help him bring more drinks from the kitchen. Once inside, he pressed her against the counter, slid his hand under her jeans, and pushed the third plug into her with slow, deliberate pressure. Malvina let out a shaky breath, gripping the edge of the counter, her eyes fluttering as it locked into place. She turned and gave him a wicked little smile, clearly enjoying the game.
Now all three women sat around his dinner table with a secret inside them — none aware that the others were also filled. Dave remained completely oblivious, laughing and telling stories, enjoying the food and company.
He sat back, sipping his drink, observing each of them with quiet satisfaction.
Anita shifted occasionally in her chair, her movements a touch more deliberate, a faint flush on her neck. Every time she crossed her legs, he knew she was feeling the steady, intimate pressure deep inside.
Angel was the most visibly affected. She sat very still, cheeks pink, occasionally biting her lip when she moved. Her eyes kept finding his across the table — shy, needy, full of unspoken memories of the night they had shared.
Malvina was more composed but no less aware. She carried on conversations with her father smoothly, but every so often she would glance at him with a knowing heat in her eyes, subtly adjusting her posture as if testing how the plug felt with every small movement.
He watched them all, a calm smile on his face, while inside his thoughts churned with dark pleasure.
None of them know the others are carrying the same secret right now.
The power of it was intoxicating. He imagined how each of them must feel — the constant, private fullness, the secret reminder of his touch while sitting inches away from their father and husband. The risk made everything sharper, sweeter.
As Dave talked about heading back out on the road in a few days, he felt a quiet thrill run through him.
Soon the house would be his again.
Soon he could have them however he wanted — one by one or all together — without the constant fear of interruption.
For now, he simply raised his glass, smiled at the table, and enjoyed the delicious tension humming beneath their seemingly ordinary family dinner.
The plugs stayed in place the entire evening.
And no one outside their secret circle had any idea.
Chapter 27: The Night He Left Town
The evening felt heavier than usual. Dave’s truck was packed, engine already running in the driveway. He hugged Anita tightly, kissed her on the forehead, and told the girls he’d be back in ten days. Angel and Malvina stood on the porch waving as their father pulled away, the red taillights disappearing down the street.
Anita turned to her daughters with a soft, practiced smile.
“I think I’m going to stay with my friend Sarah tonight,” she said casually. “She’s been going through a rough divorce and could use some company. I’ll be back tomorrow afternoon.”
Angel nodded, a little distracted. Malvina gave her mom a quick hug. “Okay, Mom. Tell her we said hi.”
Anita waited until the girls went back inside, then grabbed a small overnight bag and slipped out the side door. Twenty minutes later, her car pulled into his driveway.
The moment she stepped inside, the mask dropped.
She barely had time to set her bag down before he was on her — six feet tall, hungry, and already hard. He pushed her against the wall, kissing her deeply, hands sliding under her dress to grab her full, round ass. Anita moaned into his mouth, melting against him.
“You have no idea how badly I’ve been waiting for this,” he growled, lifting her dress up to her waist. “I’ve been addicted to this married Russian ass for months.”
Anita shivered, breathing fast. “He just left… I feel so dirty coming straight to you like this.”
“That’s what makes it so good,” he whispered, turning her around and bending her over the back of the couch. He pulled her panties down just enough, spread her cheeks, and pressed the thick head of his cock against her tight rear entrance. With one slow, firm push, he sank deep into her ass.
Anita gasped loudly, gripping the couch. “Oh God… you’re so big…”
He started fucking her with long, deep strokes — the kind he knew she loved. The wet, rhythmic sound of his hips meeting her soft ass filled the living room. He was completely addicted to this feeling: the way her experienced but still tight hole gripped him, the way she pushed back desperately, the way she moaned like a woman who only got fucked like this when her husband was gone.
His phone buzzed on the coffee table.
It was Angel.
He kept thrusting steadily into Anita’s ass as he answered, putting it on speaker.
“Hey baby,” he said, voice calm.
Angel’s soft voice filled the room. “I miss you already… My body still feels you from the other night. When can I see you again?”
Anita’s eyes widened in shock, but she didn’t stop pushing back against him. He smiled darkly and thrust harder, making Anita bite her lip to stay quiet.
“I miss you too,” he replied, voice warm. “I can’t stop thinking about how good your tight little ass feels when I’m deep inside it.”
Anita clenched hard around him, clearly turned on by the filthy double meaning.
A second later, Malvina’s text came through:
Malvina: Mom’s not home… I keep thinking about the other night. I wish you were here right now. My body needs you.
He read it out loud while still buried deep in Anita’s ass, then answered Angel on the phone: “Tell me how much you want me to fuck your ass again, baby.”
Angel moaned softly on the other end. “So bad… I want you to stretch me again. Even if it hurts.”
Anita was trembling now, moaning quietly into the couch cushion as he fucked her harder, the phone still in his hand. She knew exactly who he was talking to, and it was driving her wild.
He kept the conversation going for several minutes — telling Angel how much he loved being inside her tightest place, all while pounding her mother’s ass with deep, possessive strokes. Anita came hard around him, biting her arm to stay silent, her whole body shaking.
After he finally finished deep inside Anita, filling her with a heavy load, he ended the call with Angel and kissed the back of her neck.
“You’re such a dirty married woman,” he whispered. “Letting me fuck your ass while I talk to your daughter about doing the same thing to her.”
Anita could barely speak, still breathless and leaking.
Midnight came and went.
The house was quiet except for their heavy breathing.
He pulled Anita up, turned her around, and kissed her deeply, already thinking about round two… and how the next ten days with Dave gone were going to be absolute heaven.
The real wildness was only just beginning.
Chapter 28: Hours Deep
Hours had passed since Dave left town. The house was quiet except for the wet, rhythmic sounds of skin meeting skin and Anita’s broken, accented moans.
He had her bent over the edge of the bed again, her thick Russian ass raised high, his hips slapping steadily against her. He’d been fucking her ass for what felt like forever — slow and deep at first, then harder, then slow again, never pulling out for long. Anita’s legs were shaking. Her voice had grown hoarse.
“My ass… it hurts…” she gasped, her Russian accent thicker when she was overwhelmed. “You’ve been so deep for so long… I can barely take it anymore…”
He gripped her hips tighter and pushed in to the hilt, grinding against her. “You can take it,” he growled, voice low and possessive. “This married ass belongs to me when your husband is gone.”
Anita whimpered but pushed back against him anyway, addicted to the stretch and the fullness even as it ached.
He finally pulled out, his cock shiny and throbbing. “Come on. Bathroom.”
She hesitated, still bent over, breathing hard. “No… not that. Please…”
He helped her stand, kissed her neck, and whispered against her ear, “Just your tits, your face, and your lips. Nothing more. I want to see you like that. Be a good girl for me.”
Anita looked at him for a long moment, conflicted, cheeks flushed with shame and arousal. Finally she nodded, letting him lead her to the bathroom.
He had her kneel in the shower. The moment she was on her knees, he aimed his cock at her full, heavy breasts and let go. A strong, hot stream splashed across her tits, running down her stomach. Anita gasped, eyes closed. He moved higher, painting her neck, her cheeks, and finally her open lips. She kept her mouth parted, letting it hit her tongue and lips but refusing to swallow. The sight of this proud, married Russian woman on her knees, covered and dripping, made him rock hard again.
After he finished, he pulled her up and turned on the shower, washing her gently at first, then hungrily. The water cascaded over them as he pressed her against the tiles, lifted one of her legs, and slid back into her ass under the hot spray.
Anita moaned loudly, the sound echoing off the walls. “Again…? You’re going to break me tonight…”
He fucked her steadily in the shower, water running down their bodies, her tits pressed against the glass. The steam made everything feel even more intimate and filthy. He took his time, long deep strokes mixed with harder thrusts, making her cry out every time he bottomed out.
At the very end, while buried to the balls inside her, he whispered, “Relax for me, baby.”
Anita knew what was coming. She moaned softly and nodded. He let go, flooding her ass with a long, warm stream of piss while still inside her. The sensation made her tremble and whimper, a mix of humiliation and overwhelming pleasure.
When he finally pulled out, cum and piss leaked down her thighs, mixing with the shower water.
He turned off the water, wrapped her in a towel, and carried her back to the bed. Anita was exhausted, sore, and glowing — completely used and completely his for the next ten days.
As he laid her down and pulled her close, he kissed her deeply, already thinking about the next round.
The night was far from over.
Chapter 28: Marked and Owned
Hours had slipped by in a haze of heat and rhythm. The bedroom was thick with the scent of sweat, oil, and raw desire. He had Anita bent over the edge of the bed for what felt like an eternity, his hips rolling in long, possessive strokes. Every thrust was deep, deliberate, claiming. Anita’s thick Russian ass rippled with each impact, her moans growing hoarse and broken.
“My ass… it hurts so much now,” she gasped, her accent heavy with exhaustion and lust. “You’ve been inside me for so long… I feel so full… so sore…”
Yet she kept pushing back against him, her body betraying her words. She was addicted to the stretch, to the way he owned her completely whenever her husband was gone.
He finally pulled out, his cock glistening and throbbing. “Bathroom. Now.”
Anita hesitated, still bent over, breathing hard. “No… not that. Please. I’ve never—”
He helped her stand, turned her gently, and kissed her deeply, his hand cupping her face. “Just this once. I want to see you like that. Your tits, your face, your lips. Nothing more. Let me mark you. Be my good girl tonight.”
Anita looked into his eyes for a long moment. Shame, nervousness, and a dark, forbidden curiosity warred inside her. Finally, she gave a small, trembling nod.
He led her into the bathroom and had her kneel in the large shower. The moment her knees touched the cool tile, something shifted in her. She felt exposed, vulnerable, and strangely electric.
He stood over her, stroking his thick cock slowly. Anita looked up at him — this tall, dominant man who had taken control of her body so completely. For the first time in her life, she was about to let a man do something so degrading… and the worst part was how wet it was making her.
He aimed lower first. A strong, hot stream splashed across her full, heavy breasts. Anita gasped sharply. The warmth shocked her. It felt humiliating — disgusting even — yet her nipples hardened instantly and a fresh wave of arousal flooded between her legs. She felt owned. Reduced. Like a toy. Like his personal bitch.
The stream moved higher. It hit her neck, then her cheek. Anita closed her eyes, breathing fast. When it reached her lips, she parted them slightly. The taste was strong, salty, intimate. She felt a surge of shame so intense it made her dizzy… but underneath it was a dark, throbbing heat. She was letting him do this. She was choosing this. The realization hit her hard: she had become his bitch. His married, cheating, desperate little bitch.
He watched her the entire time, mesmerized. Seeing this beautiful, proud Russian wife — a mother — on her knees, willingly taking his piss on her face and tits, filled him with raw, primal satisfaction. The power was intoxicating. Every drop that ran down her body marked her as his. He loved the way her cheeks burned with humiliation, the way her breathing quickened with unwanted arousal. She looked so beautiful like this — degraded, owned, and dripping for him.
When he finished, he turned on the shower. Warm water cascaded over them both. He pulled her up, kissed her deeply despite everything, and washed her gently at first. Then the hunger returned. He pressed her against the wet tiles, lifted one of her legs, and slid back into her ass under the hot spray.
Anita moaned loudly, the sound echoing off the walls. “Again…? You’re going to ruin me completely tonight…”
He fucked her steadily in the shower, water running down their bodies, her heavy tits pressed against the glass. Long, deep strokes mixed with harder thrusts that made her cry out. He took his time, savoring every clench, every whimper.
At the very end, while buried to the hilt inside her, he whispered, “Relax for me, baby.”
Anita knew. She moaned softly and nodded. He let go, flooding her ass with a long, warm stream while still deep inside her. The sensation made her tremble violently — a new level of submission that left her shaking and gasping.
When he finally pulled out, everything leaked down her thighs, mixing with the shower water. He turned off the water, wrapped her in a big towel, and carried her back to the bed like she was something precious.
Anita curled against him, sore, exhausted, and glowing with a strange, conflicted satisfaction. She had crossed another line tonight. And deep down, she knew she would let him cross even more.
He held her close, already thinking about the next round… and how the next ten days were going to be pure, filthy heaven.
Chapter 29: Three in One House
The night had been long and relentless. He had taken Anita in every way he craved — hours of deep, punishing anal, pulling out to make her clean him with her mouth, then sliding back in, over and over. He had filled her ass, her mouth, and painted her face and breasts. He had pissed on her body and deep inside her holes while she trembled and moaned in exhausted submission. By the time the first light of morning touched the windows, Anita was completely spent — sore, leaking, voice hoarse, and barely able to walk.
She dressed slowly, wincing with every movement, her Russian accent soft and tired as she whispered, “I need to go home… before the girls wake up and start asking questions.”
He drove her back himself. As they pulled into the driveway, he told her, “I’m coming inside with you. If the girls are awake, we’ll just say I saw you at the door and walked you in.”
Anita nodded weakly, still feeling the aftermath of the long night deep inside her.
The house was quiet. Dave was long gone. Malvina was still asleep in her room. But Angel was just waking up as they stepped inside. Anita kissed her daughter’s forehead quickly and murmured, “I’m going to my room for a nap, sweetheart. I’m exhausted.”
She disappeared down the hall.
He waited a moment, then slipped into Angel’s room.
Angel was still half-asleep, lying on her stomach in a thin tank top and panties. He gently pulled her panties aside, spat on her tiny, still-tender asshole, and slowly pushed his cock inside her. Angel woke with a sharp gasp, gripping the sheets as he sank deep.
“Shhh, baby,” he whispered, covering her mouth lightly. “Mom’s in her room. Malvina’s still sleeping. Just take it nice and quiet for me.”
He fucked her slowly at first, then deeper, savoring how tight and sore she still was from the previous night. Angel buried her face in the pillow to muffle her moans, pushing back against him despite the pain. When he finally came, he stayed buried deep, filling her ass with another load.
He kissed the back of her neck. “Good girl. Go take a shower. I’ll be downstairs.”
Angel nodded, dazed and leaking, as he pulled out.
He moved quietly down the hall to Malvina’s room. She was still asleep on her side. He slipped under the covers, pressed against her from behind, and eased his cock between her cheeks. Malvina stirred as he pushed inside her ass, waking up with a soft, surprised moan.
“Good morning,” he whispered, starting to thrust slowly.
Malvina gripped his arm, biting her lip hard as he fucked her. He took his time, enjoying how her body reacted, then came deep inside her as well.
By the time he went downstairs, all three women had his cum inside their asses.
Anita eventually came down, moving carefully. Angel followed, freshly showered but still walking with that telltale tenderness. Malvina appeared last, cheeks flushed, avoiding eye contact with her mother but stealing heated glances at him.
They all sat around the breakfast table.
The scene looked perfectly normal — a family having a quiet morning meal. But he could see it in every small movement:
Anita sat very still, occasionally shifting with a tiny wince, clearly feeling the long night he had given her.
Angel kept her thighs pressed together, blushing every time she moved, the fresh load and lingering soreness making her hyper-aware of her body.
Malvina sat with careful posture, biting her lip, knowing exactly what was leaking inside her.
He sat at the head of the table, calm and composed on the outside, while inside he felt a deep, dark satisfaction.
All three of them — mother and both daughters — were sitting there with his cum deep in their asses, each one sore and marked by him, none of them fully aware of what the others had taken. The power of it, the secrecy, the risk… it was intoxicating.
He took a slow sip of coffee and smiled politely as they made small talk.
This was his favorite kind of morning.
All three holes claimed.
All three women carrying his secret.
And the day had only just begun.
Chapter 30: Angel’s Private Photoshoot
The late afternoon sun poured through the tall windows of his apartment, bathing the living room in a warm, golden light that was perfect for photography. Angel had come over alone, telling her mom she was doing another “content day” for her channel. She arrived with a big bag full of new bikinis, lingerie, and outfits, her eyes already sparkling with excitement and nervousness.
As soon as the door closed behind her, the innocent influencer act dropped. She looked up at him with that needy, submissive gaze he loved so much.
“I’ve been thinking about this all day,” she whispered, biting her lip. “My ass is still so sore from last time… but I want you to take more pictures of me. The naughty ones.”
He smiled darkly and pulled her in for a deep kiss, his hands immediately sliding down to squeeze her small, firm ass. “Then let’s make some content, baby.”
They started innocently enough. He set up the ring light and tripod in the living room while Angel disappeared into the bedroom to change. She came out in the first bikini — a tiny baby-blue string set that barely covered anything. The bottoms were so small they disappeared between her cheeks, the top only just covering her perky little nipples.
“Fuck, you look incredible,” he said, camera in hand. “Pose for me.”
Angel turned shy at first, but quickly got into it. She posed against the window, arching her back, bending over the couch, spreading her legs teasingly. Every time she bent over, the thin fabric rode up, giving him teasing glimpses of her still-puffy asshole. He took hundreds of shots — professional ones mixed with increasingly explicit ones.
After twenty minutes, she changed again. This time it was a sheer black micro-bikini. The top was basically see-through, her hard nipples clearly visible. The bottoms were just strings with a tiny triangle that barely covered her smooth pussy.
She grew bolder with each outfit. She started touching herself while he photographed her — squeezing her tiny tits, sliding her fingers under the fabric, spreading her ass cheeks for the camera while looking back at him with pure lust.
The tension became unbearable.
During a break, while she was changing into a red lace lingerie set, he stepped into the bedroom. Angel was standing in front of the mirror, adjusting the garter belt. He came up behind her, pressed his hard bulge against her ass, and whispered in her ear:
“Enough pictures. I need to fuck you now.”
Angel shivered. “Please… but be gentle at first. I’m still so sore from yesterday.”
He didn’t answer with words. He simply bent her over the bed, pulled the lace thong to the side, and pushed two fingers into her tight little asshole. Angel gasped sharply, gripping the sheets.
He spent several minutes fingering her, stretching her, making her moan and drip. Then he replaced his fingers with his thick cock, sliding in slowly at first, savoring every inch as her sore ring stretched around him.
Angel cried out, half pain, half pleasure. “Oh my God… you’re so big… it burns so much…”
But she pushed back anyway, taking him deeper.
He started fucking her harder. The bed creaked loudly as he slammed into her tiny ass, his hips slapping against her pale cheeks. Angel’s moans turned into screams — raw, broken, desperate sounds that echoed through the apartment.
“Fuck my ass! Harder! Oh fuck, it hurts… don’t stop!”
He grabbed her hips and railed her brutally, pounding her sore hole without mercy. Every deep thrust made her whole body jolt forward. Tears ran down her cheeks, but her pussy was dripping onto the sheets. The pain and pleasure had completely mixed for her.
He flipped her onto her back, pushed her knees to her ears, and folded her in half. In this position he could look straight into her eyes while destroying her ass. Angel screamed louder, her face contorted in overwhelmed ecstasy as he hammered downward, balls-deep with every stroke.
“You’re mine,” he growled, choking her lightly. “This tiny asshole belongs to me.”
“Yes! I’m yours! Fuck me harder! Ruin me!”
The brutal pounding went on for long minutes. Angel came hard — her whole body convulsing, squirting messily across her own stomach and tits while her asshole spasmed wildly around his cock.
That pushed him over the edge. He buried himself to the balls and exploded deep inside her, flooding her wrecked bowels with thick, hot cum. He kept thrusting through his orgasm, pushing every drop as deep as possible.
When he finally pulled out, Angel’s asshole gaped openly, red, swollen, and leaking his cum in a slow, obscene river. She lay there trembling, exhausted, destroyed, and glowing with pure submissive bliss.
He leaned down, kissed her sweaty forehead, and whispered, “Good girl. That’s exactly how I like my favorite little anal slut.”
Angel could barely speak. She just smiled weakly, reached back to touch her ruined hole, and whispered hoarsely:
“…Again later?”
He smiled.
The day was far from over.
Chapter 31: Dinner at Their House
The invitation came casually from Dave a few days later: “Come over for dinner, man. Anita’s making her famous stuffed cabbage rolls, and the girls have been asking when you’re coming by again.”
So on a warm Thursday evening, he found himself back at their house, the familiar driveway, the same porch light glowing softly. The place felt different now — charged with secrets that only four of them truly understood.
Dave greeted him at the door with a firm handshake and a beer already in hand. “Good to see you, buddy. Come on in. The food’s almost ready.”
Inside, the house smelled incredible — rich, savory aromas of cabbage, meat, and spices drifting from the kitchen. Anita emerged from behind the stove, wiping her hands on a towel. She looked beautiful in a simple cream-colored blouse and jeans that hugged her full figure. When their eyes met, there was a split-second flicker — a shared memory of the frantic, risky encounter they’d had right after Dave left town. She smiled warmly, playing the perfect hostess, but her cheeks carried a faint blush.
“Glad you could make it,” she said softly, her Russian accent gentle. “The girls have been excited all day.”
Angel appeared next, wearing a light yellow sundress that made her look both sweet and dangerously tempting. She moved a little carefully, still feeling the lingering effects of their last intense session. When she saw him, her eyes lit up with that private, adoring glow. She gave him a small, shy wave, biting her lip for a second before helping her mom set the table. Every time she bent over to place a plate, he remembered exactly how she had screamed into the pillow while he took her ass so brutally.
Malvina came down the stairs a moment later, looking confident and curvy in tight jeans and a fitted top. She carried herself with more boldness than her sister, but when her gaze landed on him, there was a spark of something deeper — a mix of jealousy, lust, and the thrill of their secret. She brushed past him a little too closely on her way to the kitchen, letting her hip graze him. “Hey,” she said casually, but her eyes said much more.
The five of them sat down around the big dining table. Dave was in high spirits, talking about his upcoming short local runs and how nice it was to be home for a while. He dominated most of the conversation, completely oblivious to the undercurrents flowing between the other four people at the table.
Underneath the normal family dinner, the tension was thick enough to taste.
Anita kept stealing glances at him whenever Dave wasn’t looking. Every time she shifted in her chair, he knew she was remembering how sore and full he had left her just days ago. She was playing the devoted wife perfectly, but her body still carried the memory of his ownership.
Angel sat across from him, quiet and flushed. She barely touched her food at first, her thighs pressed tightly together. Every small movement reminded her of the intense sessions they’d shared. When their eyes met, she gave him that soft, submissive look that always made his pulse quicken — the look of a girl who had willingly let him ruin her tiny body and still craved more.
Malvina was bolder. She sat beside him and occasionally let her knee press against his under the table. She laughed at her father’s jokes, but her foot would brush his leg deliberately, reminding him of the taste of her mouth and the way she had taken him so eagerly. She knew about him and Angel now, and that knowledge had turned her competitive and even hungrier.
He sat in the middle of it all, outwardly calm and friendly, laughing at Dave’s stories and complimenting Anita’s cooking. But inside, his mind was a whirlwind of dark satisfaction.
He had been inside every single woman at this table.
Anita — the married mother, still feeling him from their last long night.
Angel — his eager little girlfriend, sore and marked.
Malvina — the bold older sister, now part of his growing collection.
Dave kept talking, completely unaware that the man he trusted was sitting there with the intimate knowledge of what each of his girls felt like from the inside. The guilt was there, quiet but persistent, but the thrill overpowered it. The risk of everything exploding made every glance, every hidden touch, every secret smile ten times more intense.
As dessert was served — Anita’s homemade cake — the conversation turned lighter. Plans for the weekend, Angel’s growing YouTube channel, Malvina’s modeling ideas. On the surface, it was warm and normal.
Underneath, it was pure fire.
He caught Angel’s shy, longing look.
Malvina’s foot pressing against him again.
Anita’s eyes lingering on him with that mix of shame and desire.
He smiled politely, took another bite of cake, and raised his glass.
“To family,” he said.
Everyone clinked glasses.
And in that moment, with all three women carrying his secrets inside their bodies while sitting at the same table with Anita’s husband, he felt an overwhelming rush of dark, addictive power.
The dinner continued with laughter and conversation.
But the real story was happening in the glances, the hidden touches, and the throbbing memories that none of them could escape.
The night was still young.
Chapter 32: How It All Began
Before Angel ever confessed her feelings.
Before Malvina ever gave him that hungry look in the car.
Before the dangerous game with all three women began…
It was just him and Anita.
It started innocently enough — or at least that’s what he told himself.
Dave had been away on a long haul, gone for almost three weeks. Anita had invited him over for dinner to “help fix the Wi-Fi router,” something small and harmless. Angel and Malvina were both out with friends that evening, so the house was unusually quiet.
He arrived with a six-pack of beer and a toolbox he didn’t really need. Anita greeted him at the door wearing simple black leggings and a loose gray tank top. Her hair was down, still slightly damp from a shower. She looked tired but beautiful — that soft, full-figured Russian beauty that had quietly caught his eye for months.
“Thank you for coming,” she said with a small smile, her accent warm. “Dave’s been gone so long… the house feels too big sometimes.”
They fixed the router in ten minutes. Then they sat on the couch with cold beers and started talking. Really talking. About her marriage that had grown distant, about the loneliness of raising two teenage girls while her husband was always on the road, about how she still felt attractive but unseen.
He listened. He looked at her. And something shifted.
That night, after two more beers, Anita leaned over to grab the remote and her breast brushed against his arm. Neither of them pulled away. The air grew thick. When she turned to look at him, her eyes were dark with need.
“I shouldn’t…” she whispered.
But she didn’t stop him when he leaned in and kissed her.
The first kiss was slow, almost guilty. The second was hungry. Within minutes they were on the couch, his hands under her tank top, squeezing her full, heavy breasts while she moaned softly into his mouth. Anita climbed onto his lap, grinding against him, breathing fast.
“I haven’t been touched like this in so long,” she confessed, voice shaking.
He carried her to the master bedroom — the same bed she shared with Dave — and laid her down. He took his time undressing her, kissing every inch of her soft, pale Russian body. When he finally pushed inside her, Anita arched her back and let out a long, needy moan that sounded like pure relief.
That first night he fucked her slowly, deeply, savoring every sound she made. But even then, something darker was already stirring in him. After making her cum twice, he flipped her onto her stomach, spread her ass cheeks, and pressed his cock against her tight rear entrance.
Anita tensed. “Not there… I’ve never…”
But he was gentle at first. Patient. He spent long minutes licking and fingering her until she was trembling and pushing back against him. When he finally took her ass that first time, Anita buried her face in the pillow and screamed in a mix of pain and overwhelming pleasure.
From that night on, he was addicted.
Whenever Dave was out of town, Anita would text him. Sometimes it was “Can you come fix something?” Sometimes it was just “I need you.”
He would come over, and the moment the door closed they would tear at each other like animals. He fucked her in every room of the house — on the kitchen counter while the girls were at school, in the shower, on the couch, even in Angel’s room once when the risk made it too exciting to resist.
Anita became his secret obsession. The way her thick ass rippled when he fucked her from behind. The way she moaned in that sexy Russian accent when he went especially deep. The guilty, ashamed look in her eyes right after she came, knowing she was betraying her husband.
He especially loved taking her ass. It became their thing. Dave almost never touched her there, so that hole felt like it belonged only to him. He would spend hours stretching her, training her, making her take him deeper and rougher each time until she could handle him balls-deep without begging him to stop.
Anita started craving it too. She would text him filthy messages while Dave was home:
Anita: He’s asleep next to me… I can still feel you from last night.
Anita: When can you come destroy my ass again?
And he would. Again and again.
That was the beginning.
Before Angel confessed.
Before Malvina offered her mouth in the car.
Just him and Anita — a dangerous, addictive, purely sexual secret that would eventually pull her own daughters into the fire.
And even now, years later, whenever he was inside Anita, part of him still remembered those early nights — the thrill of claiming another man’s wife for the very first time.
Chapter 33: Angel’s Confession
Jason sat on the worn leather couch in the living room, the house quiet for once. Dave was gone again. Malvina was out. Anita had gone to bed early after their usual frantic session in the guest room, leaving him alone with a beer and the TV on low. He didn’t expect company.
Then Angel appeared.
She padded down the stairs in nothing but an oversized t-shirt that barely reached mid-thigh—his t-shirt, the one he’d left there weeks ago. Her long dark hair was messy, falling over one shoulder. At nineteen now, she had that dangerous mix of her mother’s soft curves and a younger, tighter body that made his cock twitch every time she walked into a room.
She didn’t say anything at first. Just crossed the room, climbed onto the couch, and straddled his lap like she belonged there. Her knees sank into the cushions on either side of his hips. The hem of the shirt rode up, and he could feel the bare heat of her pussy pressing against the front of his sweatpants.
Jason’s hands settled instinctively on her thighs, thumbs stroking the smooth skin.
“Angel…” he started, voice low.
“Shh.” She leaned in, arms wrapping around his neck, her full breasts soft against his chest through the thin fabric. Her face was inches from his. “I’ve been waiting for a moment like this. Alone. With you.”
She shifted her hips, grinding slowly against the growing bulge in his pants. Not frantic like her mother. Slower. Deliberate. Like she’d imagined this exact moment a thousand times.
Jason’s grip tightened on her thighs. “What are you doing, baby?”
Angel looked him dead in the eyes, her cheeks flushed but her voice steady. “Since the first time I met you… three years ago… I haven’t stopped thinking about you. Not once.”
He froze.
She kept moving, slow circles of her hips, letting him feel how wet she already was.
“I was sixteen the day you first came over,” she whispered, lips brushing his ear. “Mom introduced you as Dad’s friend who was going to help with the garage. You smiled at me… and I felt it right here.” She took his hand and pressed it between her legs, letting his fingers slide along her slick folds. “I went to my room that night and touched myself thinking about you. First time I ever came that hard.”
Jason’s cock throbbed painfully under her. He could feel her heartbeat through her pussy.
“Every time you were here after that,” she continued, voice trembling with years of pent-up need, “I’d find excuses to be around you. I’d wear shorter shorts. Sit closer. Watch you fuck my mom through the crack in the door sometimes… and I’d be so jealous I couldn’t breathe. I wanted it to be me. I wanted your hands on me. Your mouth. Your cock.”
She pulled back just enough to look at him again. Her eyes were glassy, vulnerable, but burning.
“I know what you’ve been doing with Mom. I know you take her ass. I know she texts you when Dad’s home. And I don’t care. I’ve waited three years, Jason. I’m done waiting.”
Angel reached down between them, tugged his sweatpants down just enough to free his hard cock. It sprang up thick and heavy between her thighs. She wrapped her small hand around it, stroking slowly as she kept grinding her bare pussy along the underside.
“I’m not like Mom,” she breathed, forehead resting against his. “I don’t feel guilty. I’ve wanted this too long. I’ve touched myself in my bed, in the shower, even in your car once when you let me borrow it… always thinking about you stretching me open. Claiming me.”
Jason groaned, one hand sliding up under her shirt to squeeze her bare breast, thumb flicking her stiff nipple. “Fuck, Angel…”
She lifted her hips, positioned the thick head of his cock at her tight entrance, and sank down slowly, inch by inch, until she was sitting fully in his lap with him buried inside her.
A soft, shaky moan escaped her lips. Her walls clenched around him like a vice—hot, wet, and impossibly tight.
“Oh my god…” she whimpered, eyes fluttering. “You’re so much bigger than I imagined.”
She started riding him right there on the couch, slow and deep, grinding her clit against his pelvis every time she bottomed out. Her hands clutched his shoulders, nails digging in.
“I’ve loved you since that first day,” she confessed between gasps, riding him harder now. “Not just wanted you. Loved you. Even when I knew you were fucking my mother… I still wanted you to be mine too.”
Jason gripped her ass with both hands, spreading her cheeks as he thrust up into her, meeting every roll of her hips. The wet sounds of her pussy taking him filled the quiet room.
Angel leaned in and kissed him—deep, desperate, three years of secret longing poured into one kiss.
“Don’t stop,” she begged against his mouth. “I want everything you give Mom… and more. I want you to fuck me in her bed. I want you to take my ass when I’m ready. I want to be your dirty little secret too.”
Jason growled, flipping her suddenly onto her back on the couch without pulling out. He pinned her legs back and drove into her harder, deeper, watching her tits bounce under the t-shirt with every thrust.
Angel’s eyes rolled back, mouth open in a silent cry of pleasure.
Three years of obsession finally breaking open.
And this was only the beginning.
Chapter 34: Three Years of Hunger
Jason thrust deep into Angel’s tight pussy, her legs pinned back against her shoulders, her soaked cunt gripping him like it never wanted to let go. Her moans were soft and broken, eyes half-lidded with pure bliss.
But he needed more.
He pulled out suddenly, his cock glistening with her cream. Angel whimpered at the emptiness, but he flipped her over onto her stomach without a word. He grabbed a pillow, shoved it under her hips to lift that perfect young ass higher, then spread her cheeks wide open.
“Jason…” she breathed, voice trembling with anticipation.
He leaned down, spit on her tiny pink asshole, and started rubbing the thick head of his cock against it. “You said you want everything I give your mom. That includes this.”
Angel pushed back against him, eager. “Yes… Take it. I’ve waited so long.”
He pressed forward slowly, watching her tight ring stretch around his fat cockhead. Angel gasped sharply, fingers clawing at the couch cushions as the first thick inch popped inside her virgin ass.
“Fuuuck… it’s so big,” she whined, but she didn’t pull away. She pushed back instead, hungry for more.
Jason groaned as he sank deeper, inch by inch, stretching her asshole open until half his cock was buried inside her. The heat and pressure were insane.
While he slowly worked the rest of his length into her ass, he leaned over her back and finally confessed what had been burning in him for years.
“I was always watching you, Angel,” he growled, voice rough as he pushed another inch deeper. “Every single time you bent over in those tiny shorts… picking something up off the floor, your ass stretching the fabric. I couldn’t look away. When you laughed at the dinner table, that little sparkle in your eyes, the way your tits moved when you giggled. When you sat on the couch with your legs tucked under you, that smooth skin, that innocent-but-not look you gave me… I was rock hard every fucking time.”
Angel moaned loudly as he finally bottomed out, his heavy balls pressed against her dripping pussy. Her asshole clenched hard around the base of his cock.
“I became Dave’s friend on purpose,” Jason continued, starting to thrust — slow, deep strokes that made her ass ripple. “I made myself part of this family just so I could be close to you. Just so I could watch you. Even if I couldn’t touch you yet… at least I could see you. Want you. Need you.”
He picked up speed, fucking her ass a little harder now.
“So many nights I went home and jerked off thinking about you. I’d stroke my cock for hours remembering how you looked bending over in the laundry room, or the way your hips swayed when you walked upstairs. I came so many times with your name on my lips, Angel. You were my dirty secret long before I ever touched your mother.”
Angel’s eyes rolled back in pleasure. Her voice came out shaky and dripping with lust as he stretched her asshole wide.
“Me too…” she gasped. “Me too, Jason. In the shower… so many times… I’d finger my ass thinking about you. I’d push two fingers inside my tight little hole and pretend it was your cock. I’d moan your name so quietly so Mom wouldn’t hear while I made myself cum.”
Jason groaned and started fucking her ass harder, the wet slap of his hips against her cheeks filling the room. He reached under her and rubbed her swollen clit while he pounded her.
“Tell me,” he demanded. “Tell me everything. All those years.”
Angel cried out in pleasure, pushing back to meet every thrust as her asshole took him balls-deep now.
“Three years ago… when you first started coming over… I’d touch myself right after you left. The night you fixed the garage light and I was holding the ladder for you… I could see the bulge in your pants. I went to my room and came three times thinking about sucking you.”
She moaned louder as he stretched her even wider.
“Last summer… when you stayed over and I walked in on you shirtless in the bathroom… I went straight to my bed and fingered my ass so deep, imagining you bending me over and taking me like this. I wanted you to claim me. I wanted you to ruin me for anyone else.”
Jason was losing control, slamming into her tight ass faster.
“And when I watched you fuck Mom…” Angel continued, voice breaking, “I’d stand outside the door touching myself. I was so jealous… but so turned on. I wanted to be the one screaming your name. I wanted my ass to be the one you filled.”
She clenched hard around him, on the edge.
“I’m yours, Jason… I’ve always been yours. Please… cum inside my ass. Fill me up like you fill Mom.”
Jason growled, gripping her hips tight as he buried himself to the hilt one last time. His cock pulsed hard, flooding her stretched asshole with thick ropes of cum. Angel came at the same time, her whole body shaking, pussy squirting onto the couch while her ass milked every drop from him.
They stayed locked together, breathing hard, his cock still buried deep in her ass.
Jason kissed the back of her neck and whispered, “This was only the beginning, baby. Three years of waiting… we’re just getting started.”
Angel smiled, exhausted and satisfied, gently rocking her hips to feel him still inside her.
“I know,” she whispered. “And I can’t wait for more.”
Chapter 35: The Secret Behind the Moans
They stayed tangled on the couch for a few minutes, Jason’s cock still buried deep in Angel’s freshly-fucked ass, slowly softening inside her. Cum leaked out around his shaft as she gently clenched and unclenched, savoring the fullness.
Angel turned her head, smiling dreamily. “That was even better than I imagined…”
Jason kissed her shoulder, then slowly pulled out. A thick trickle of his cum dripped from her stretched hole onto the pillow. He flipped her onto her back again and settled between her legs, his half-hard cock resting against her soaked pussy.
But something darker was rising in him. He needed her to know.
He pushed back inside her pussy in one smooth stroke, making her gasp. Even after cumming, he was still thick enough to stretch her. He started fucking her with long, lazy thrusts, looking straight into her eyes.
“There’s something you don’t know, Angel,” he said quietly, voice low and rough.
She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. “Tell me…”
“Every single time I fucked your mom for the last three years… I was thinking about you.”
Angel’s eyes widened, her pussy clenching hard around him.
Jason kept thrusting, slow and deep, grinding against her clit with every stroke.
“When I had Anita bent over the kitchen counter, pounding her ass while you were upstairs doing homework… I was imagining it was your tight little ass I was stretching. When she was riding me on the couch and moaning in that Russian accent, I closed my eyes and pictured your face, your tits, your voice saying my name.”
He leaned down, biting her neck gently as he drove into her harder.
“Even when I was balls-deep in your mother’s ass, filling her up… you were in the other room, lying in your bed. I knew you were probably touching yourself, thinking about me. And that made me fuck her even harder. I used your mom’s holes as a substitute for yours. Every. Single. Time.”
Angel moaned loudly, her nails digging into his back. The confession clearly turned her on more than it shocked her.
“Fuck… that’s so dirty,” she whispered, hips rolling up to meet his thrusts. “You were thinking about me while you were inside Mom?”
“Every time,” Jason growled, picking up speed. “When she texted me ‘I need you to destroy my ass’ while Dave was asleep next to her, I’d come over, fuck her raw, and the whole time I was fantasizing about sneaking into your room afterward and doing the same to you. I’d cum inside her and imagine it was leaking out of you instead.”
He hooked her legs over his shoulders, folding her in half and slamming into her pussy harder. The wet sounds of their fucking echoed through the quiet house.
“Last month… when I had your mom on all fours in the guest room, right next to your bedroom wall… I was railing her so hard the bed was banging against the wall. She thought I was just really into her. But I was trying to make sure you could hear it. Hoping you’d finger that tight ass of yours while listening to me fuck her, wishing it was you.”
Angel’s eyes rolled back, her body trembling as another orgasm built fast.
“I came so many times thinking about you lying in bed, hearing your own mother get her ass destroyed… and knowing you wanted it to be you,” he confessed, voice thick with lust. “You were always the real prize, Angel. Your mom was just practice. Warm-up. A way to stay close to you until you were ready.”
Angel cried out, cumming hard around his cock. Her pussy gushed, soaking his balls as her whole body shook.
“God… I’m such a dirty girl,” she gasped, still twitching. “I used to hear you two… and I’d shove my fingers in my ass pretending it was you. Now I know you were thinking about me the whole time…”
Jason kissed her fiercely, thrusting through her orgasm until he buried himself deep and came again, flooding her pussy with the last of his load.
He stayed inside her, both of them breathing hard.
Angel looked up at him with pure lust and something deeper in her eyes.
“I don’t care that you were using Mom,” she whispered, kissing him softly. “As long as you keep using me now. Harder. Dirtier. I want to be better than her. I want to be the one you think about when you’re inside anyone else.”
Jason smiled darkly, slowly grinding his cum-filled cock inside her.
“Good girl. Because we’re nowhere near done. And next time your mom is sleeping in the other room… I’m going to fuck you right next to her bed.”
Angel shivered with excitement, clenching around him again.
“I can’t wait.”
Chapter 36: The Blue Shorts
Jason was still buried deep inside Angel’s cum-filled pussy when he decided to tell her the rest.
“You remember that workout video you made?” he asked, slowly grinding against her. “About three years ago. You were sixteen, wearing those tiny blue shorts.”
Angel’s eyes lit up with recognition and mischief. “The ones I sent you? I told you I wanted your honest opinion…”
Jason’s cock twitched inside her. “Yeah. Those exact ones. Super tight, shiny blue spandex that hugged your ass like a second skin. You were doing squats, lunges, bending over… fuck, Angel. I still have that video saved on a hidden folder.”
He pulled out of her pussy and flipped her onto all fours on the couch, spreading her cheeks again. His cum leaked from both her holes as he rubbed his cock against her freshly fucked asshole.
“I jerked off to that video so many times,” he confessed, pushing the thick head back into her ass. “I’d watch you do those deep squats, your ass stretching the fabric, and I’d stroke my cock for hours. I always imagined the same thing… ripping a hole right in the back of those shorts and fucking your tiny sixteen-year-old ass while you kept working out.”
Angel moaned loudly, pushing back onto him as he sank deeper into her ass.
“God… that’s so filthy,” she breathed. “Hold on.”
She suddenly pulled off his cock with a wet pop and jumped up from the couch, completely naked, cum dripping down her thighs. She ran upstairs and came back two minutes later holding a pair of familiar electric-blue workout shorts.
“I kept them,” she said with a wicked smile. “They still fit… barely.”
She turned around and slowly slid them up her legs. The shiny spandex stretched obscenely over her round, firm ass, riding high and digging into her cheeks. The material was so tight it outlined everything — even the cum still leaking from her holes made a small dark spot appear.
Angel looked over her shoulder at him. “Let’s pretend it’s three years ago. I just sent you the video. You came over while Mom and Malvina were out. I’m doing my workout… and you finally do what you wanted to do.”
She walked to the middle of the living room, bent over dramatically like she was setting up for glute bridges, and started doing slow, exaggerated squats — exactly like in the old video.
Jason stood up, cock rock hard and glistening. He circled her like a predator.
“Fuck… just like that,” he growled.
He dropped to his knees behind her while she was mid-squat. Without warning, he grabbed the thin fabric right between her ass cheeks and ripped it open with a loud tear. The spandex gave way easily, creating a perfect hole that exposed her tight pink asshole and dripping pussy.
Angel gasped, staying in character. “Jason… what are you doing? I’m just working out…”
He didn’t answer with words. He spat on her exposed hole, lined up his thick cock, and pushed forward. Her asshole stretched wide around him as he forced every inch inside her in one long, steady thrust.
“Oh my god!” Angel cried out, exactly like the innocent girl from three years ago would have. Her legs shook as he bottomed out, balls deep in her ass while she was still bent over in workout position.
Jason grabbed her hips and started fucking her hard, the torn blue shorts framing her ass perfectly as he destroyed her hole.
“This is what I wanted to do every time I watched that video,” he groaned, pounding her ass with deep, powerful strokes. “While you were squatting and smiling at the camera, I was imagining ripping these shorts open and railing this tight little teenage ass.”
Angel moaned like she was losing her mind, pushing back against him, still trying to keep the workout rhythm — doing small pulses and squeezes with her ass while he fucked her.
“I used to touch myself after sending you that video,” she confessed between gasps. “Hoping you’d watch it and get hard… hoping you’d want me like this.”
Jason reached around and rubbed her clit through the torn shorts while he slammed into her ass. The wet slapping sounds mixed with the creak of the floor as he took her harder.
He pulled her up slightly, still buried in her ass, and made her do standing squats on his cock — lowering herself and rising while he stayed balls-deep inside her stretched hole.
Every time she squatted down, his cock speared fully into her ass. Every time she rose, her ruined blue shorts framed the sight beautifully.
After a few minutes he pushed her forward again, bending her over the arm of the couch. He fucked her ass mercilessly, one hand fisting her hair, the other slapping her spandex-covered cheeks.
“Cum in me,” Angel begged, voice shaking. “Cum in my ass just like you fantasized when I was sixteen…”
Jason roared and buried himself to the hilt. His cock pulsed violently as he flooded her bowels with thick, hot ropes of cum. Angel came at the same time, her asshole milking him, her pussy soaking the front of the torn shorts.
They stayed locked together, breathing hard. Jason gently kissed her back while his cock softened inside her ruined ass.
Angel looked back at him with a satisfied, filthy smile.
“Best workout I’ve ever had,” she whispered. “And those shorts… they’re officially retired now.”
Jason chuckled darkly, giving her ass one last firm slap.
“Good. Because next time, I’m ripping them even wider.”
Chapter 37: First Swallow
Jason pulled his cock slowly out of Angel’s ruined asshole, watching thick white cum bubble and drip from her stretched hole onto the torn blue shorts still clinging to her thighs. She was still bent over the couch, breathing hard, legs shaky.
He sat back on the couch and pulled her down with him, making her kneel between his legs. His cock was slick, shiny, and still semi-hard, covered in a mix of their juices.
Angel stared at it hungrily, licking her lips.
“You’ve never told me about the first time you wanted to swallow me,” Jason said, voice low. He stroked her hair gently. “I want to hear it… and I want to make that memory real tonight.”
Angel’s eyes sparkled with lust. She wrapped her small hand around his thick base and started slowly stroking him back to full hardness.
“It was about two and a half years ago,” she whispered, leaning in to kiss the tip of his cock. “You had just finished fucking Mom in the guest room. I was hiding in the hallway listening to her moan like a slut while you destroyed her ass. When you left her room, I could see your cock still hard through your shorts… and I got so wet.”
She opened her mouth and took his head between her lips, sucking softly while looking up at him.
“I followed you downstairs. You went to the kitchen for water. I walked in pretending I was thirsty too… but I couldn’t stop staring at the bulge in your shorts. That was the first time I ever got on my knees for you — even if it was only in my head back then.”
Jason groaned, gripping her hair a little tighter.
“Make it real now, baby. Show me how that sixteen-year-old Angel would have done it.”
Angel smiled around his cock and took him deeper, her tongue swirling. She pulled off for a second, strings of spit connecting her lips to his shaft.
“I was so nervous that day… but so hungry. I wanted to taste you. I wanted to be better than Mom.”
She dove back down, taking him halfway, then deeper, working her throat until she gagged softly. Tears pricked her eyes but she kept going, bobbing her head with sloppy, eager sounds.
Jason leaned back, watching her pretty face stretch around his thick cock.
“Fuck… just like that. Tell me what you imagined while you suck me.”
Angel popped off, stroking him fast with both hands, spit dripping down her chin onto her tits.
“I imagined dropping to my knees right there in the kitchen while Mom was still upstairs leaking your cum. I wanted to look up at you and say ‘Let me clean you after you fucked her…’ Then I wanted to suck every drop out of you.”
She sucked him back into her mouth, hollowing her cheeks, taking him all the way until her nose pressed against his stomach. She held there, throat contracting around him, before pulling back up with a wet gasp.
“I practiced on my dildo for weeks after that fantasy,” she confessed breathlessly. “Every night I’d deepthroat it and imagine swallowing your load. I wanted my first real swallow to be yours.”
Jason’s cock throbbed hard at her words. He stood up, grabbing her head with both hands.
“Then take it, Angel. Make your fantasy real. Swallow every fucking drop like you dreamed about for years.”
He started fucking her face — not too rough, but deep and steady. Angel moaned loudly around his cock, eyes watering, saliva running down her chin and onto the torn blue shorts still around her thighs.
She reached between her legs and rubbed her cum-filled pussy while he used her mouth.
“I’m close,” Jason growled. “Look at me when I cum.”
Angel looked straight up into his eyes, her gaze full of lust and submission. Jason buried himself deep in her throat and exploded.
Thick, heavy ropes of cum shot straight down her throat. Angel’s eyes widened but she didn’t pull back. She swallowed hard again and again, gulping noisily, taking every drop like she’d been starving for it.
When he finally pulled out, she opened her mouth wide, showing him her tongue — completely clean.
“I did it…” she whispered proudly, voice hoarse. “My first real swallow. All for you.”
Jason pulled her up and kissed her deeply, tasting himself on her tongue. Then he pushed her back down gently.
“Good girl. But we’re not done. That was only the first one. I want to give you a second load to swallow before the night’s over… and this time I want it all on your tongue so you can really taste me.”
Angel smiled, licking her lips.
“Yes, Daddy. Use my mouth as much as you want. I’ve waited years to be your perfect little cumslut.”
She lowered her head again, already sucking him back to life for round two.
Chapter 38: Birthday Firelight
Angel was still on her knees, licking the last traces of his second load from her lips when she looked up with that mischievous sparkle in her eyes.
“I have another one for you,” she whispered, voice husky from swallowing him twice. “My 18th birthday. The picture I sent you that night.”
She stood up, cum still glistening on her thighs, and disappeared upstairs again. When she came back down, she was holding her phone. She opened the photo and turned the screen toward him.
There she was — eighteen years old, standing in front of the fireplace, wearing the tiniest pair of sexy green shorts. They were shiny, stretchy, and barely covered half her ass. A big pink “18” balloon floated beside her. She was smiling innocently at the camera, but her body was pure sin — arched back, chest out, one hand on her hip.
“I sent this to you at 11:47pm,” she said softly. “Mom and Malvina had already gone to bed. I was hoping you’d come over… but you didn’t.”
Jason stared at the photo, his cock already twitching back to life.
“I remember,” he growled. “I jerked off to this picture for months. I still have it.”
Angel bit her lip and stepped closer. “Tell me… How would you have fucked me that night? Right there in front of the fireplace. Be honest.”
Jason stood up, took the phone from her hand, and set it on the table. He pulled her against him, his hard cock pressing against her stomach.
“I would’ve walked in, seen you standing there like a little birthday slut in those green shorts, and lost control,” he said, voice dark. “I would’ve grabbed you from behind, ripped those shorts down just enough, and shoved my cock straight into your tight ass while the fire was still burning. No warmup. No mercy. I wanted to hear you scream my name in front of that fireplace on your 18th birthday.”
Angel shivered hard, her nipples stiff.
“Then do it now,” she breathed. “Recreate it. Fuck me exactly like you wanted to that night. Make me scream while you stretch my ass right here.”
She walked over to the fireplace, turned on the gas logs so the flames danced warmly across the room, and positioned herself exactly like in the photo — legs slightly apart, back arched, hands on her hips. Then she slid on the same green shorts from her birthday. They still fit perfectly, riding high and cutting into her soft ass cheeks.
“Happy 18th birthday to me…” she teased, looking back over her shoulder.
Jason moved behind her like a wolf. He dropped to his knees, grabbed the waistband of the green shorts, and yanked them down just below her ass, leaving them stretched tight around her thighs. He spread her cheeks wide, spat on her hole, and pressed his thick cock against her asshole.
“No pretending this time,” he said. “This is how I wanted you that night.”
He pushed forward hard.
Angel cried out as the fat head forced its way inside her still-sensitive ass. “Ahhh! Fuck, Jason!”
He didn’t stop. He kept pushing, sinking inch after thick inch into her tight ring until his heavy balls pressed against her dripping pussy. The fireplace crackled in front of them, casting flickering orange light across her body.
“Exactly like this,” he groaned, gripping her hips. “Buried balls-deep in your ass while you’re wearing those slutty green shorts.”
He started fucking her hard — long, powerful strokes that made her whole body jolt forward. Angel’s screams echoed through the living room.
“Oh my god! It’s so deep— fuck! Jason! You’re stretching me so much!”
Her hands pressed against the fireplace mantel as he railed her from behind, the wet slap of his hips against her ass mixing with the sound of the fire. Every thrust made her scream louder.
“This is what I wanted on your birthday,” he growled, pounding her harder. “To ruin this tight little asshole while your mom and sister were sleeping upstairs. I wanted you screaming my name loud enough for them to hear.”
Angel’s legs shook violently. She pushed back against him desperately, taking every inch.
“Yes! Harder! Stretch me like you wanted to that night— fuck my ass raw!” she screamed, voice breaking.
Jason reached around and rubbed her clit furiously while slamming into her. The green shorts stayed bunched around her thighs, framing her stretched hole perfectly as his thick cock destroyed it.
Angel came first — violently. Her whole body convulsed, ass clenching like a vice around his cock as she screamed loud enough to wake the whole house. Her pussy squirted down her legs onto the floor in front of the fireplace.
Jason roared right after, burying himself to the hilt and flooding her bowels with thick, hot cum. He kept thrusting through his orgasm, pumping every drop deep inside her.
They stayed locked together, panting, the fire warming their sweaty bodies. Jason slowly pulled out, watching his cum pour from her ruined asshole and drip onto the green shorts.
Angel turned around on shaky legs, dropped to her knees, and took his messy cock into her mouth again, cleaning him lovingly.
“Best birthday present ever,” she whispered, looking up at him with pure devotion. “Even if it’s three years late.”
Jason stroked her hair, smiling darkly.
“Plenty more birthdays to make up for it, baby. Next time we do this… I want your mom watching.”
Chapter 39: Under the Table
The next evening, the house smelled like Anita’s famous roasted chicken and garlic potatoes. Dave was still away, Malvina was at a friend’s house, and the three of them were supposed to have a “normal family dinner.”
Jason sat at the big wooden dining table, legs spread comfortably. Anita was humming in the kitchen, just ten feet away, her back turned as she pulled a tray from the oven.
Angel had other plans.
She had slipped under the table while her mother was busy setting the timer. Now she was kneeling between Jason’s thighs in nothing but a thin tank top and panties, her eyes gleaming with wicked excitement.
Jason felt her small hands unzip his jeans and pull his already-hard cock out. He kept a straight face, scrolling on his phone as Angel’s warm breath ghosted over his throbbing shaft.
“Smells good, Anita,” he called out casually.
“Thank you, baby,” Anita replied from the kitchen, bending over to check the potatoes. “Five more minutes and we eat!”
The second her mother’s voice rang out, Angel took Jason deep into her mouth.
She didn’t tease. She swallowed him straight down, throat relaxing like she’d practiced for years. Her lips stretched wide around his thick base as her nose pressed against his stomach.
Jason’s hand slipped under the table and gripped her hair, holding her there.
“Fuck…” he breathed quietly.
Angel started bobbing — slow, wet, sloppy strokes. The sounds were soft but obscene: quiet gagging, wet sucking, her saliva dripping down his balls. Every time Anita turned around or walked closer, Angel would push him all the way into her throat and hold, eyes watering, refusing to make a sound.
Anita came over with two plates, setting them on the table right above Angel’s head.
“Angel! Come eat, sweetheart. Food’s ready!” she called toward the stairs, completely unaware her daughter was under the table with a mouth full of cock.
Angel looked up at Jason with pure lust, her mascara already smudged. She pulled off just long enough to whisper, “Tell her I’ll be right there,” then dove back down, sucking him harder.
Jason cleared his throat. “She said she’ll be down in a minute. Probably still getting dressed.”
Anita smiled and went back to the kitchen to grab the salad.
The moment her mother turned away, Angel went feral. She sucked him fast and greedy, one hand stroking the base, the other cupping his heavy balls. Her tongue swirled around the head every time she pulled up, then she plunged back down until her throat bulged.
Jason gripped her hair tighter, hips subtly fucking her face under the table.
“You’re such a dirty little slut,” he whispered down to her. “Sucking my cock while your mom is right there making dinner for us.”
Angel moaned around his cock — a low, muffled vibration that made his toes curl. She took him even deeper, gagging softly but never stopping.
Anita returned with drinks, standing right beside the table. “Jason, can you call Angel again? She’s taking forever.”
Jason’s voice stayed steady even as Angel swallowed him to the balls and held him there, throat convulsing.
“Angel! Food’s getting cold!” he called out.
Under the table, Angel looked up at him with tears in her eyes and pure devotion. She started bobbing faster, desperate to make him cum before her mother got suspicious.
Jason felt his balls tighten. He grabbed her head with both hands and held her down as he started pulsing.
Thick ropes of cum shot straight down Angel’s throat. She swallowed every drop without spilling, gulping noisily but quietly, milking him dry while her mother stood less than three feet away.
Anita frowned. “Where is that girl?”
Jason let out a long breath, still cumming. “She’ll come… she’s coming right now.”
Angel kept sucking gently, cleaning every inch of his cock until he was spotless. Only then did she tuck him back into his jeans, zip him up, and quietly crawl out from under the table on the far side.
She appeared beside her mother with flushed cheeks and slightly swollen lips, looking perfectly innocent.
“Sorry, Mom. I was… in the bathroom.”
Anita sighed and handed her a plate. “You’re so slow sometimes.”
Angel sat down right next to Jason, her hand sliding under the table to gently squeeze his spent cock through his jeans. She leaned over and whispered so only he could hear:
“I swallowed every drop while she was standing right there… and I’m already wet again.”
Jason smirked, picking up his fork like nothing had happened.
Dinner had never tasted better.
Chapter 40: The Hiking Trail
Two days later, Jason and Angel slipped out of the house early in the morning before Anita or Malvina woke up. Angel had packed a small backpack with water, snacks, and a blanket. She wore tight black hiking leggings that hugged her ass like paint, a cropped tank top, and sturdy boots. Her hair was in a messy ponytail.
As they drove toward the secluded mountain trail two hours outside the city, Angel rested her hand on Jason’s thigh.
“I’ve wanted this for so long,” she said softly. “Just you and me on a hike. Three years ago, when you first started coming around, I used to daydream about asking you to take me hiking. I imagined us getting lost on the trail… and you finally seducing me in the woods.”
Jason glanced over, already getting hard. “Tell me the fantasy.”
Angel bit her lip, squeezing his thigh. “We’d be walking, and I’d keep bending over to tie my shoe or look at flowers, teasing you with my ass. Then we’d stop at some quiet spot with a view… and you’d push me against a tree, pull my leggings down, and fuck my ass right there in the open air. I used to touch myself thinking about birds chirping while you stretched me open and made me moan loud enough to echo through the forest.”
Jason smirked. “Then today we’re making that memory real.”
They parked at the trailhead and started hiking. The trail was quiet — mid-week, early morning, almost no one around. For the first two miles Angel played the part perfectly: walking ahead of him, swinging her hips, stopping to “tie her shoe” and bending deep so the tight leggings stretched across her round ass. Every time she did it, Jason’s cock throbbed harder in his shorts.
Halfway up the trail they reached a small clearing with a beautiful overlook. Tall pine trees surrounded them, and a soft breeze rustled the leaves. No one in sight.
Angel turned around, breathing a little heavy from the climb, cheeks flushed. “This is the spot I always pictured…”
Jason didn’t waste time.
He grabbed her, spun her around, and pushed her chest-first against a thick tree trunk. Angel gasped, bracing her hands on the rough bark.
“Exactly like you wanted,” he growled in her ear.
He yanked her leggings and panties down in one rough motion, bunching them around her knees. Her bare ass glowed in the morning sunlight. He spat on his hand, rubbed it over his hard cock, and pressed the thick head straight against her tight asshole.
“No warmup, baby. Just like in your fantasy.”
He pushed forward hard. Angel cried out as her asshole stretched wide around him, taking half his cock in one thrust.
“Fuck! Jason— it’s so deep already!” she moaned, voice echoing softly through the trees.
He gripped her hips and drove the rest of the way in until his balls pressed against her pussy. Then he started fucking her — deep, powerful strokes that made her ass ripple with every thrust. The sound of skin slapping skin mixed with the birds singing and wind in the pines.
“This is what I would’ve done to you three years ago,” he groaned, pounding her harder. “If you’d asked me to go hiking, I would’ve dragged you off the trail and claimed this tight little ass right here in the woods.”
Angel pushed back against him, moaning louder with every thrust. “Yes! I wanted you to seduce me so bad… I wanted you to bend me over and ruin me where no one could see. Stretch my ass while I tried to stay quiet—”
She failed. Her moans grew louder and filthier as he railed her against the tree.
Jason reached around and rubbed her clit while slamming into her ass. He leaned in and bit her neck.
“I would’ve filled this hole and made you hike the rest of the trail with my cum leaking down your legs. Every step reminding you who owns you.”
Angel’s legs started shaking. “I’m gonna cum— fuck, I’m cumming with your cock in my ass!”
Her whole body tensed. Her asshole clenched violently around him as she came hard, crying out into the forest. Jason growled and buried himself to the balls, flooding her bowels with thick ropes of cum.
They stayed locked together for a long minute, breathing hard, sunlight filtering through the trees.
Jason slowly pulled out, watching his cum drip from her stretched hole onto the forest floor. He pulled her leggings back up, trapping the mess inside.
Angel turned around on shaky legs, kissed him deeply, and smiled.
“Best hike of my life,” she whispered. “Now every time I see these mountains, I’ll remember you fucking my ass against that tree.”
Jason kissed her forehead, then slapped her cum-filled ass.
“Good. Because we’re not done. There’s still the walk back down… and I plan to bend you over at least two more times before we reach the car.”
Angel grinned, already walking ahead of him with a naughty sway in her hips.
“I was hoping you’d say that.”
Chapter 41: The Secret Spot
They continued deeper into the forest, leaving the main trail behind. Jason took her hand and led her off-path through thick pines until the trees opened into a small, hidden clearing beside a quiet stream. Sunlight filtered through the canopy onto soft moss and flat rocks. No trails. No people. Completely secluded.
“This is it,” Jason said, voice low. “My secret spot. I used to come here alone, especially in the first year after I met you.”
Angel looked around, eyes wide with curiosity. “You brought me to your private place?”
He nodded, pulling her close. “I’d drive out here when the urge got too strong. I’d strip completely naked, sit on that rock right there, and stroke my cock for hours thinking about you. I’d close my eyes and manifest you — whispering your name to the universe, begging it to give me a chance to fuck you. I came here at least twenty times over those three years… jerking off until I was raw, shooting load after load onto the ground while imagining it was inside your tight little ass.”
Angel’s breathing quickened. She pressed her body against him. “Show me.”
Jason kissed her hard, then stepped back and started stripping. Shirt off, boots kicked aside, shorts dropped. His cock was already rock hard. He stood completely naked in the sunlight, just like he used to.
“Your turn,” he ordered.
Angel stripped slowly, folding her clothes on a rock. When she was naked, Jason pulled her to the large flat boulder in the center of the clearing and bent her over it. Her chest and stomach pressed against the warm stone, ass raised high.
“I thought about you in this exact position so many fucking times,” he growled.
He didn’t warm her up.
He spat once on her asshole, lined up his thick cock, and forced it inside her in one brutal thrust.
“AH FUCK!” Angel screamed, her voice echoing through the trees. The sudden stretch burned. Tears instantly filled her eyes as more than half his cock speared into her dryish ass.
Jason gripped her hips tighter and kept pushing, sinking every inch until his balls slapped her pussy. He gave her no time to adjust.
He started fucking her hard — long, punishing strokes that made her asshole stretch painfully wide around his girth. The dry friction was intense. Angel’s screams mixed pain and pleasure as he railed her.
“This is how I imagined taking you,” he groaned, slamming into her. “Rough. Mean. Making this virgin-tight ass hurt for me.”
He fucked her faster, the wet sounds growing as her body finally started producing lube from the rough use. Angel’s legs shook violently, her nails scraping the rock.
“It hurts… fuck, it hurts so good!” she cried out.
Jason leaned over her back, biting her shoulder. “I used to cum here fantasizing about destroying you exactly like this.”
After several minutes of brutal pounding, he slowed, buried to the balls, and groaned deeply.
“Stay still, baby. I’m going to give you something I’ve never given anyone.”
Angel whimpered, ass clenching around him. She already knew what was coming.
Jason relaxed and let go.
A hot, powerful stream of piss flooded deep into her bowels. Angel gasped sharply at the strange, full sensation — warm liquid filling her ass while his thick cock plugged her tight.
“Oh my god… I can feel it… you’re pissing inside me!” she moaned, voice breaking.
He kept pissing for a long time, filling her until her belly felt bloated and heavy. Some of it squirted out around his cock from the pressure, running down her thighs.
When he finally finished, he started fucking her again — hard and fast. The piss made obscene wet squelching sounds with every thrust, leaking and splashing out of her ruined asshole.
Angel lost it. The painful stretch, the fullness, the filth of it all sent her over the edge. She came violently, screaming loud enough to scare birds from the trees, her asshole spasming wildly around his cock.
Jason roared and slammed in deep, cumming hard. Thick ropes of cum mixed with his piss inside her, creating a messy, overflowing creampie that gushed out every time he thrust.
He stayed buried inside her for a long minute, letting the mixture settle.
When he finally pulled out, a huge rush of piss and cum poured from her gaping asshole, splashing onto the moss between her feet. Angel’s hole stayed open, twitching, red and thoroughly used.
She slid off the rock on shaky legs, turned around, and dropped to her knees in front of him. Without a word she took his messy cock into her mouth, cleaning him lovingly with long, slow sucks.
Jason stroked her hair, looking down at her with dark satisfaction.
“I manifested you,” he said quietly. “And now you’re here… letting me use you exactly how I always dreamed.”
Angel pulled off his cock with a wet pop and smiled up at him, lips shiny.
“I’m yours,” she whispered. “Every hole. Every fantasy. Anytime you want to bring me back here and fill my ass like that again… I’ll beg for it.”
Jason pulled her up and kissed her deeply, tasting the mix of their filth on her tongue.
“Good girl. Because we’re coming back next week. And next time I’m filming it.”
Chapter 42: Backseat Confession
They walked back down the trail slowly, Angel’s legs still shaky. Her tight black leggings were soaked at the crotch and ass from the mix of cum and piss still leaking out of her. Every step made a wet squelch, and she could feel the warm mess shifting inside her ruined hole.
Jason had his arm around her waist, supporting her. After a few minutes of silence, he spoke.
“Since we’re doing all this… there’s something else I used to do out here.”
Angel looked up at him, curious and still flushed.
“In the backseat of my car,” he continued, voice low. “Dozens of times. I’d park right at the edge of these woods, climb in the back, strip completely naked, and watch your videos. That workout one in the blue shorts… the birthday picture in the green ones… even innocent little clips you posted. I’d stroke my cock for hours imagining you climbing into the car with me, pulling those leggings down, and sitting on my dick.”
He squeezed her ass as they walked.
“I pictured you being all cute and nervous… riding me slow at first, whimpering ‘Jason, it hurts…’ while the car windows fogged up from how hot and sweaty we got. I wanted to feel you struggling to take me, bouncing on my cock in this tiny backseat, telling me it was too big while your tight little ass milked me dry.”
Angel bit her lip, clearly turned on again despite how sore she was.
When they reached the car, parked alone at the quiet trailhead, she stopped and looked at him.
“Let’s do it,” she said softly. “Since we’re here… let’s make that fantasy real too.”
Jason didn’t hesitate. He opened the back door and they both climbed in. The car was hot from sitting in the sun. Within seconds they were tearing at each other’s clothes again. He sat in the middle of the backseat, legs spread. Angel stripped her leggings off completely and straddled him, facing him, her knees on the seats.
She looked so small and cute like that — flushed cheeks, messy ponytail, eyes big and a little nervous even after everything they’d already done.
Jason gripped his thick cock and held it straight up. Angel lowered herself until the head pressed against her sore, puffy asshole.
“It’s still so sensitive…” she whispered, biting her lip.
“Sit on it, baby. Just like I imagined.”
She sank down slowly. The stretch made her whimper immediately.
“Ahh… Jason, it hurts…” she moaned cutely, exactly like he’d fantasized. Her voice was soft and breathy. “You’re so thick… I can feel everything stretching again…”
Jason groaned, hands on her hips, guiding her lower. Inch by inch she took him until her ass was flush against his thighs, his cock buried completely inside her messy hole.
The car quickly grew hotter. Sweat started beading on their skin. Angel began riding him — slow, rolling movements at first, her hands on his shoulders for balance.
“Fuck… it really hurts,” she whimpered again, but she didn’t stop. She kept bouncing, taking him deeper each time. “But I love it… I love how full you make me.”
The windows fogged up fast. The car rocked gently as Angel rode him harder, her tits bouncing under her cropped tank top, sweat dripping down her neck and between her breasts. Jason pulled the tank top up and sucked on her nipples while she fucked herself on his cock.
“You feel even better than I imagined,” he growled against her skin. “All cute and sweaty, telling me it hurts while your ass swallows every inch.”
Angel moaned louder, bouncing faster. The wet, filthy sounds of his cum-and-piss-filled ass taking his cock filled the backseat.
“It hurts so good, Jason…” she gasped, voice trembling. “I’m so sore from the woods… but I want you deeper. Use me. Make me scream in the car like you dreamed about.”
He grabbed her hips and started thrusting up hard, slamming into her ass. The car shook violently now. Angel cried out with every thrust, her face buried in his neck, moaning and whimpering like a needy little girl.
“I’m gonna cum—” she squealed.
Her asshole clenched violently around him as she came, shaking and sweating all over him. Jason followed right after, pumping another thick load deep into her already overflowing ass.
They stayed locked together, breathing hard, the car reeking of sex and sweat. Angel kissed his neck softly, still gently rocking on his cock.
“I would’ve let you do this anytime you wanted,” she whispered. “Even back then… if you’d just taken me to your secret spot and pulled me into the backseat, I would’ve sat on your dick and let you stretch me until I cried.”
Jason smiled darkly and kissed her forehead.
“Good. Because from now on, every time we go hiking… this car is getting used on the way back. No exceptions.”
Angel giggled softly, still impaled on him.
“Yes, Daddy.”
Chapter 42: Backseat Confession
The hike back to the car felt longer than it should have. Angel was walking bow-legged, her tight black leggings completely ruined. A constant warm trickle of Jason’s cum mixed with his piss leaked from her wrecked asshole, soaking through the fabric and running down the inside of her thighs. Every step made her whimper softly.
Jason kept one hand on her lower back, guiding her. Halfway to the parking lot he spoke again, voice thick with memory.
“Since we’re already this deep into my old fantasies… I should tell you about the car.”
Angel looked up at him, curious and flushed. “The car?”
“Yeah. Dozens of times I parked right here after jerking off in the woods. I’d climb into the backseat, strip naked, and pull up every picture and video I had of you. I’d stroke myself raw imagining you climbing in here with me.”
When they reached the car, Angel didn’t even hesitate. She opened the back door and pushed him inside first, then climbed in after him.
“Show me,” she whispered. “Tell me everything while we make it real.”
They were both sweaty and dirty from the trail. The car quickly turned into a sauna as they stripped. Jason sat in the middle of the backseat, cock rock hard and pointing straight up. Angel straddled him but paused, reaching for her phone in her backpack.
“I want you to see what you were jerking off to,” she said with a naughty smile.
She opened her hidden folder and started showing him picture after picture while slowly lowering herself onto his thick cock.
First photo: her at 16 in the blue workout shorts, doing a deep squat, ass stretched tight.
She sank another inch down his shaft. “This one?”
“Fuck yes,” Jason groaned, stretching her sore asshole open again.
Next photo: her 18th birthday in the tiny green shorts, pink balloon, standing in front of the fireplace.
She took him halfway, whimpering. “And this?”
“Every single night,” he growled.
She kept swiping — candid shots of her bending over in the kitchen, selfies in short skirts, one where she was lying on her bed in tiny panties with her ass up. With every new picture she took more of his cock, until finally her ass was pressed flush against his thighs, every thick inch buried inside her.
The car windows fogged up instantly. Sweat poured down their bodies. Angel started riding him slowly, her hands on his shoulders, phone still in one hand as she kept showing him more photos.
“God… you were so fucking cute,” Jason groaned, hands gripping her hips. “Look at how innocent you looked while I was out here losing my mind over you.”
Angel moaned cutely, bouncing a little faster. “It would’ve hurt so bad back then, Jason… I was so tight. If I’d climbed into this car with you three years ago, I probably couldn’t have taken you in my ass yet.”
She leaned in, lips brushing his ear as she rode him.
“I would’ve been all shy and nervous… sitting on your cock, crying that it hurts… but I still would’ve tried. And if it hurt too much, I would’ve just dropped to my knees right here and begged you to jerk off in my mouth and on my face instead.”
That broke him.
Jason suddenly lifted her off his cock, making her gasp at the emptiness. He pushed her down onto the seat so she was sitting with her back against the door, legs spread. He knelt in front of her, stroking his glistening, messy cock furiously.
“Open your mouth, baby. Just like you said you would have back then.”
Angel looked up at him with big, innocent eyes — exactly like the girl in those old pictures. She opened her mouth wide, tongue out, and cupped her tits together.
“Cum for me, Jason,” she whispered sweetly. “Cover my face and mouth like you wanted to do all those times in this car.”
Jason stroked faster, groaning loudly. After a few seconds he exploded.
Thick, powerful ropes of cum shot across her pretty face. The first landed on her tongue, the second across her cheek, the third on her forehead, more dripping down onto her tits and lips. Angel kept her mouth open the whole time, moaning softly as he painted her.
When he finally finished, her face was glazed with his load. She looked up at him, cum dripping from her eyelashes, and smiled.
“See? Even back then I would’ve let you use me however you needed,” she whispered, licking cum from her lips. “Whether it was my ass or my face… I just wanted to be yours.”
Jason leaned down and kissed her cum-smeared mouth, tasting himself on her tongue.
“You are mine,” he said darkly. “And next time we come here, I’m bringing the tripod. I want to film you riding me while you show me all those old pictures again.”
Angel licked more cum off her cheek and grinned.
“Yes, Daddy. Anything you want.”
Chapter 43: All Day in Her Room
They got home just after lunch. Anita and Malvina were both out for the day, so the house was completely theirs. The moment the front door closed, Jason grabbed Angel by the waist and carried her straight upstairs to her own bedroom.
“Today’s about you,” he said, kicking the door shut behind them. “I want to spend the whole day tasting every inch of you in the same bed you used to finger yourself thinking about me.”
Angel’s eyes lit up. She opened her closet and pulled out a big hidden box from the top shelf.
“I kept all of them,” she confessed shyly. “Every pair of shorts and panties I wore over the last three years… the ones I touched myself in while thinking about you.”
Jason’s cock hardened instantly. He sat on the edge of her bed and pointed at the floor in front of him.
“Try them on for me. One by one.”
For the next several hours, Angel became his personal little fashion show.
She started with a pair of tiny pink cotton panties from when she was sixteen. She slipped them on, the fabric already slightly stretched from years of secret use. Jason pulled her onto the bed, laid her on her back, and buried his face between her thighs. He sucked on her pussy through the thin cotton first, soaking it completely with his spit, then yanked them to the side and devoured her bare cunt — long, slow licks from her clit all the way down to her asshole.
Angel moaned loudly, hands in his hair. “That’s the pair I wore the day I sent you the blue shorts video…”
Jason pushed her legs back and ate her ass deeply, tongue fucking her tight hole while two fingers rubbed her clit. She came hard within minutes, shaking and squirting a little on her own bedsheets.
Next came a pair of soft gray boyshorts she’d worn the summer she turned seventeen. Jason made her keep them pulled up high on her hips while he sucked on her small, perky tits — licking and biting her sensitive nipples until they were swollen and red. Then he flipped her over, pulled the boyshorts halfway down her thighs, and spent twenty minutes alternating between her dripping pussy and her twitching asshole, eating her like a starving man.
Angel came twice more, screaming into her pillow.
The third pair was the shiny blue workout shorts from the video. The moment she slid them on, Jason lost control. He ripped the crotch open just like he’d fantasized, buried his face in her ass, and ate her so aggressively that her legs wouldn’t stop shaking. He licked, sucked, and tongue-fucked both her holes while squeezing and sucking on her tiny tits until they were covered in hickeys. Angel came so hard she nearly passed out, gushing all over his face.
They kept going.
A tiny black thong she’d worn while spying on him and her mom.
A pair of white lace panties from her 18th birthday.
Soft yellow shorts she used to sleep in.
Every single one got tried on, then pulled aside or ripped open so Jason could feast.
He spent the entire afternoon and evening between her legs — eating her pussy until she cried, rimming her ass until it gaped slightly from his tongue, sucking and biting her small tits until they were sore and tender. He made her change outfits on her bed over and over, sometimes making her stand and model, sometimes bending her over her desk, sometimes making her ride his face while holding onto her headboard.
By the sixth orgasm, Angel was a trembling, sweaty mess.
“Jason… I can’t… I’m so sensitive…” she whimpered, voice hoarse.
But he didn’t stop. He pulled out one final pair — the green shorts from her birthday — and made her wear them while lying on her back with her legs pulled wide open. He buried his face deep again, sucking her swollen clit, tongue-fucking her asshole, and pinching her sore nipples at the same time.
Angel screamed as her final orgasm of the day ripped through her. She came so hard her vision went white, thighs clamping around his head, pussy and ass pulsing against his hungry mouth.
When she finally went limp, Jason crawled up her body, his face shiny with her juices, and kissed her deeply. Angel tasted herself on his tongue and moaned softly.
“I’ve never cum that many times in my life,” she whispered, exhausted but glowing.
Jason smiled darkly, stroking her sweat-damp hair.
“Good. Because tomorrow we’re doing the same thing… but this time I’m filming every single pair.”
Angel shivered with fresh excitement, even as her body begged for rest.
She kissed him again and whispered against his lips:
“I kept three years of panties for you… You can eat me in all of them whenever you want.”
Chapter 44: Malvina’s Turn
That same evening, the house was finally quiet. Angel was passed out in her room, exhausted from the all-day worship Jason had given her pussy, ass, and tits. Jason had just come downstairs when Malvina stepped out of her bedroom, blocking his path in the hallway.
She was wearing an oversized t-shirt with no bra, her nipples visibly hard against the fabric, and tiny black panties that barely covered anything. Her arms were crossed tightly under her chest, pushing her small perky tits up. Her eyes were narrowed with pure jealousy.
“You’ve been treating me like I’m invisible,” she hissed, voice low but sharp. “Every single day you come over, you disappear with Angel for hours. I hear her moaning like a whore through the walls. I hear you fucking her in her bed, on the couch, even in the damn shower. But me? You haven’t touched me, looked at me, or even asked how I’m doing in weeks. I’m your girlfriend’s sister, Jason. I live here too. Why the fuck don’t you ever check on me?”
Jason leaned against the wall, staring at her. Malvina was nineteen, just a year older than Angel, but completely different in energy — sharper features, smaller tighter body, and a bratty attitude that always pushed buttons.
“So what do you want, Malvina?” he asked calmly.
“I want what she gets,” she snapped. “I want you to take care of me too. I want you to fuck me like you fuck her. Or are you only into Angel now? Am I not good enough anymore?”
Jason’s jaw tightened. He stepped closer, towering over her.
“Be careful what you wish for,” he said quietly. “If you want my attention that badly… fine. Tomorrow morning. We’re going hiking. Same trail. Same spot I took your sister last week. And I’ll give you exactly what you’re begging for.”
Malvina’s eyes flashed with a mix of nerves and excitement. She bit her lip. “Promise?”
“Promise.”
The next morning they left before sunrise. The car ride was tense. Malvina kept complaining the entire two-hour drive, poking at him with every little insecurity.
“You always pick her first… She’s the favorite. Even Mom likes her more. You disappear with her for entire days and I’m just left here touching myself alone, listening to her scream your name. It’s not fair, Jason. I deserve to be fucked just as hard. I’m tighter than her, you know. Smaller. Maybe you’re scared you’ll break me?”
Jason’s grip on the steering wheel tightened. By the time they reached the trailhead, his cock was already throbbing with a dark mix of lust and irritation.
He led her deep into the woods, off the main trail, until they reached the exact same hidden clearing where he had destroyed Angel’s ass the week before. The same flat rock, the same soft moss, the same blanket he’d brought again today.
“Strip. Everything off,” he ordered, voice cold.
Malvina obeyed, peeling off her sports bra and yoga pants slowly, trying to look sexy. Her body was petite and athletic — small, perky tits with puffy pink nipples, a tiny waist, and a perfectly shaved, puffy little pussy. She stood naked in the morning sunlight, arms shyly covering her chest.
Jason spread the blanket out and pointed at it.
“On your back. Legs up and spread.”
Malvina lay down, pulling her knees toward her shoulders, exposing her tiny pink asshole and pussy completely. She looked up at him with nervous eyes.
“Jason… be gentle at first, okay? I’ve never taken it in the ass like Angel does—”
He cut her off by spitting directly on her asshole, rubbing the head of his thick cock against her tight ring.
“You wanted this. You complained the whole fucking way here. Now you’re going to take it like the jealous little slut you are.”
Without any warmup, he pushed forward hard.
“AAHHHH!” Malvina screamed, her eyes flying wide open. Only the fat head had popped inside and already she was shaking. “It’s too big! Fuck— Jason, slow down! It hurts!”
He ignored her. Grabbing her slim hips, he forced another few inches inside her impossibly tight ass. The dry, burning stretch made her cry out louder, tears instantly spilling down her cheeks.
“You wanted my attention?” he growled, pushing deeper. “This is what you get when you force me to please you.”
He slammed the rest of his cock balls-deep in one brutal thrust. Malvina’s scream echoed through the trees as her tiny asshole was violently stretched around his thick shaft. Jason didn’t pause. He started fucking her with hard, angry strokes — deep, punishing thrusts that made her small body jolt on the blanket.
“Fuuuuck! It hurts so much!” she sobbed, hands clutching the blanket. “You’re ripping me apart— please!”
Her cries only made him fuck her harder. He was pissed off at her constant complaining, at her jealousy, at being manipulated into this. He took it all out on her tight little ass, pounding her with raw aggression.
“Look at you,” he snarled, slamming into her. “Crying like a little bitch but your pussy is dripping all over the blanket. You really are just a desperate slut.”
He folded her smaller body even tighter, practically bending her in half as he railed her asshole mercilessly. The wet, filthy slapping sounds mixed with her broken screams and sobs. Her tiny tits bounced with every violent thrust. Her face was a mess of tears and mascara.
After almost twenty brutal minutes, Jason pulled out suddenly. His cock was angry red and throbbing.
“On your knees. Mouth open. Now.”
Malvina, shaking and gasping, quickly got on her knees in front of him. Her asshole was gaping wide open, red and twitching. Tears streamed down her face but she obediently opened her mouth wide, tongue out.
Jason grabbed her hair with one hand and stroked his cock with the other.
“You wanted everything Angel gets? Then swallow this too.”
He aimed at her open mouth and released.
A powerful, hot golden stream of piss blasted straight onto her tongue. Malvina gagged hard at first, eyes watering even more, but Jason held her head firmly in place.
“Drink it. All of it. Don’t you dare spill.”
She choked and gulped desperately, swallowing his piss in noisy, humiliated gulps. The strong stream filled her mouth again and again. Some overflowed, running down her chin and over her small tits, dripping onto the blanket, but she kept swallowing as much as she could, coughing and crying while drinking every drop he gave her.
When the stream finally slowed, Jason slapped his wet cock across her piss-soaked face a few times.
“Swallow the rest,” he ordered.
Malvina closed her mouth and gulped loudly, forcing the last mouthful down her throat. She looked completely broken — face wet with tears and piss, lips swollen, ass still gaping and leaking.
Jason looked down at her with dark satisfaction.
“Next time you feel like complaining that I don’t take care of you,” he said coldly, “remember how I fucked you like a cheap little whore in the middle of the woods and made you drink my piss. Got it?”
Malvina nodded weakly, voice hoarse. “Yes… I got it.”
Jason tossed her clothes at her.
“Good. Clean yourself up. We’re going home. And don’t say a fucking word about this to your sister.”
He already knew he’d tell Angel every filthy detail tonight.
Chapter 45: Malvina’s Challenge
Later that evening, back at the house, Malvina wasn’t done.
She waited until Angel had gone to shower, then slipped into Jason’s room wearing nothing but one of his oversized shirts. She locked the door behind her and stood at the foot of his bed with her arms crossed.
“Why do you love fucking Angel more than me?” she asked bluntly, voice low but demanding. “Be honest. Is it because I’m not as good? Not as tight? Not as cute?”
Jason leaned back against the headboard, still naked from earlier, his cock half-hard. He looked at her petite frame and sighed.
“You really want the truth?”
“Yes.”
“Angel does a lot of things you’ve never even tried,” he said flatly. “She goes all in. No limits. No jealousy. She feeds my darkest fantasies.”
“Like what?” Malvina stepped closer, eyes flashing. “What does she do that I don’t?”
Jason started listing them calmly.
“She lets me go through her phone and look at her friends’ pictures. We sit together, scroll through all her hot classmates and teammates, and I pick which ones I want to fuck. Then instead of them… I fuck her. Hard. While describing exactly what I’d do to her friends. So far she’s already brought four of them to me — real girls. I’ve fucked every single one while Angel watched or joined in.”
Malvina’s cheeks flushed, but she didn’t look away.
“Keep going.”
“Angel drinks my piss. Willingly. Happily. She gets on her knees in the shower or in the car and swallows every drop like it’s her favorite drink. She lets me use her as a toilet whenever I want.”
He continued.
“We recreate the past together. We roleplay moments from the last three years — what I wanted to do to her when she was sixteen, seventeen, on her birthday. She puts on the exact outfits and lets me live out every fantasy I had back then. She also lets me look at any woman I want — Instagram models, pornstars, random girls on the street — and while I’m watching them, I fuck her ass pretending it’s them. No jealousy. Just pure submission.”
Jason shrugged. “And there’s so much more. She’s obsessed with pleasing me. You… you just complain and demand.”
Malvina stood there silently for a long moment, processing everything. Then her expression changed — determined, almost defiant.
“I can do all of that,” she said firmly. “Everything. And more. Right now. Let’s go to your place. I’ll show you I can be better than her.”
They left the house twenty minutes later and drove to Jason’s apartment. The moment they walked through the door, Malvina took control.
She pushed him onto the couch, grabbed his phone, and opened her own Instagram. She sat on his lap, facing him, and started swiping through her friends.
“Here,” she said, showing him a picture of a stunning blonde girl with big tits. “This is Lena. She’s on my volleyball team. Super slutty. Do you like her?”
Jason raised an eyebrow. “Yeah. I’d fuck her raw.”
Malvina smiled darkly. “Good. I’ll text her tomorrow and bring her to you. You can fuck her while I watch… or while I hold her down for you.”
She kept swiping, showing him another — a petite Asian girl with a perfect ass.
“Sofia. My best friend since middle school. She’s curious about older guys. I’ll make you two friends this week. You can fuck her in my room if you want. I’ll even help you seduce her.”
Jason’s cock hardened under her. Malvina reached down and stroked him slowly.
“See? I can do it too. I’ll bring you girls. As many as you want.”
She stood up, stripped completely, and dropped to her knees between his legs.
“Open your legs,” she ordered.
When he did, she leaned in, took his cock into her mouth for a moment to get it wet, then pulled off and looked up at him.
“Piss in my mouth, Jason. Right now. I want to drink it like Angel does.”
Jason didn’t hesitate. He aimed his cock at her open mouth and released a strong, hot stream. Malvina gagged at first but forced herself to swallow, gulping loudly, eyes watering. She drank almost half of it before coughing, the rest splashing over her small tits and dripping down her body.
She wiped her mouth and smiled through the mess. “I’ll get better at swallowing it all. Every single day if you want.”
Then she climbed onto his lap, facing away from him. She reached back, spread her own ass, and sank down onto his cock — taking him straight into her still-sore asshole with a sharp whimper.
While riding him slowly, she opened her phone again and started showing him random girls on Instagram.
“Look at this one… big ass, right? Imagine fucking her instead of me.” She bounced harder. “Or this redhead. You like redheads? Fuck my ass like it’s hers.”
Jason groaned, gripping her tiny waist and thrusting up into her. Malvina kept scrolling, describing girls, offering them to him, moaning every time he slammed deep.
After he came hard in her ass, she turned around, still leaking his cum, and kissed him.
“Tomorrow I’m adding you on Instagram with Lena and Sofia. I’ll tell them you’re my hot older friend and that you want to meet them. I’ll make it happen. And next week… I’ll bring one of them here so you can fuck her while I watch.”
Jason looked at her cum-covered face and piss-soaked tits, surprised by how far she was willing to go.
Malvina smiled, licking her lips.
“I told you I could do everything Angel does. And I will. Just watch me.”
She dropped back down to her knees, ready for round two.
“I’m not losing to my little sister.”
Chapter 46: Breeding Plans
Jason sat on the edge of his bed, legs spread. Malvina was on her knees on the floor between his thighs, obediently sucking his cock with wet, sloppy sounds. Her small mouth stretched wide around his thickness as she bobbed, trying her best to take him deep.
He stroked her hair gently and spoke in a low, calm voice.
“Next year I’m planning to get Angel pregnant.”
Malvina paused mid-suck, eyes widening as she looked up at him with his cock still in her mouth.
“I’m going to marry her,” Jason continued. “And when she’s carrying my baby, you can come over to our place anytime you want. Day or night. We can have fun whenever I feel like it. You’ll always be welcome in our bed.”
He pushed her head back down, forcing more of his cock into her throat.
“You know I haven’t fucked Angel’s pussy even once? I’ve only used her mouth and ass for three years. I’m saving her tight little cunt for the moment I decide to breed her. But you…” He smiled darkly. “I want to fuck your pussy. I want to fuck your ass. I want to use your mouth whenever I feel like it.”
Malvina moaned around his cock, clearly turned on by his words.
Jason pulled her up onto the bed. “Come here, baby.”
He laid her on her back, pushed her legs wide open, and slid his thick cock into her tiny pussy in one smooth thrust. Malvina gasped sharply, back arching.
“Oh fuck… you’re so deep…”
While slowly pumping into her wet pussy, Jason kept talking, voice thick with lust.
“Think about it. Angel with a big pregnant belly… walking around the house carrying my child. I’d eat her pussy every single day. I’d fuck her pregnant ass every night while she’s moaning and rubbing her belly. And you and your mom would come visit… both of you on your knees for me while Angel watches with her swollen belly. Doesn’t that turn you on?”
Malvina was breathing hard, nodding frantically. “Yes… yes it does…”
Jason suddenly pulled out of her pussy and flipped her onto all fours. He pushed his cock straight into her sore asshole, making her scream.
“AAHHH! Fuck, Jason!”
He started fucking her ass hard, deep strokes while still talking about his fantasy.
“Angel pregnant… you and Anita coming over… all three of you bent over for me. God, I need to knock her up soon. And I want you on my side all the time, Malvina. Her sister. My little secret slut on demand.”
Malvina was moaning and screaming with every thrust, her tiny body shaking.
“You know Angel feels different,” Jason growled, pounding her ass mercilessly. “Even if you bring all your tiny friends and your sexy Russian mom and line them up naked for me… I still wouldn’t change my mind. I love biting Angel’s tiny tits until she screams. I love fucking her ass so hard she can’t walk straight the next day. She’s my favorite. She always will be.”
He fucked Malvina’s ass faster, getting close.
“Uhh baby… I’m about to cum…”
He slammed deep a few more times, then pulled out suddenly.
“Turn around. Mouth open.”
Malvina spun quickly, opened her mouth wide, tongue out. Jason stroked his cock furiously and exploded. Thick ropes of cum shot across her lips, tongue, and face. Some landed on her small tits. The moment he finished, he shoved his cock back into her mouth and started fucking her throat hard.
“Take it. Just like I fuck Angel’s tiny mouth.”
For the next ten to fifteen minutes he used her face like a toy — holding her head, thrusting deep, making her gag and choke violently. Tears streamed down her face. Her throat made wet, obscene sounds. Jason’s eyes were closed, imagining it was Angel.
Finally he buried himself to the balls and came again, flooding her throat with a second heavy load. He didn’t pull out until every drop was drained. Malvina was choking, gagging, desperately trying to push him back, but he held her there until he was finished.
When he finally pulled out, she coughed hard, cum dripping from her lips.
Jason grabbed his phone with one hand and her jaw with the other.
“Keep your mouth open, baby.”
He hit Angel’s number and put the phone to his ear.
“Hey gorgeous,” he said sweetly as the call connected. “I was horny and wanted to hear your voice… Yeah, I’m thinking about you and that pretty little mouth of yours…”
While talking casually to Angel, he looked down at Malvina and nodded.
There you go.
Malvina kept her mouth wide open. Jason relaxed and started pissing. A strong, hot stream shot into her mouth, filling it quickly. Malvina struggled but tried to swallow, gulping loudly while Jason continued his sweet phone conversation.
“Oh honey, I got another call. I’ll call you back soon. Love you.”
He hung up, tossed the phone aside, and kept pissing.
“Swallow it all, then I’ll fill it again.”
Malvina gulped desperately, swallowing his piss in big, humiliated mouthfuls. When her mouth was empty, he filled it a second time. She drank everything, coughing and crying but never closing her mouth.
By the time he was done, over four hours had passed since they started.
Malvina was a complete mess — face and tits covered in cum and piss, ass red and leaking, throat raw. She slowly got dressed, wincing with every movement.
“I better go home… my ass hurts so much,” she whispered hoarsely. “Thank you for pissing in my mouth, Sir.”
Jason smiled and kissed her forehead.
“My pleasure, baby. Text me when you get home safe.”
Malvina nodded weakly and left, walking gingerly toward the door.
Jason lay back on the bed, satisfied, already thinking about the day he would finally breed Angel while both her sister and mother served him.
Chapter 47: Two Hours of Pure Anal
Jason locked the bedroom door and wasted no time.
He grabbed Angel, lifted her upside down in one powerful motion, and stood in the middle of the room holding her in a standing 69. Her legs wrapped tightly around his head, pussy right against his mouth. At the same time, her head hung down, mouth perfectly lined up with his throbbing cock.
“Fuck… open wide, baby,” he growled.
He shoved his thick cock straight into her mouth, forcing half of it down her throat in one thrust. Angel gagged hard, her throat convulsing around him as he started fucking her face with deep, steady strokes. At the exact same moment, he buried his tongue into her dripping pussy, licking and sucking her swollen clit like a man possessed.
The position was brutal. Angel’s small body trembled in the air, completely at his mercy. Every time he thrust into her throat, her gagging sounds vibrated around his shaft. He held her tighter, spreading her ass cheeks with both hands while devouring her holes — alternating between long licks through her pussy and pushing his tongue deep into her tight little asshole.
“Mmmphh—!” Angel choked loudly, saliva pouring from her mouth and dripping down his balls. Her legs shook around his head as he sucked hard on her clit, then stabbed his tongue back into her ass.
Jason walked forward until her back pressed firmly against the wall, using it to pin her head in place so he could fuck her throat even deeper. He slammed his hips forward, burying almost his entire cock down her gagging throat while he ate her pussy and ass with wet, obscene sounds. Her tiny body twitched and jerked between him and the wall, completely helpless.
After ten intense minutes, he finally lowered her onto the bed, but he wasn’t done with her ass.
“On all fours, baby. We’re just getting started.”
Angel was already drooling and gasping for air, but she obeyed. Jason spent the next thirty minutes eating her ass like it was his last meal — tongue-fucking her hole, sucking on the rim, spitting on it, and working three fingers inside her until her asshole was loose and shiny with his spit.
Then he mounted her.
He pushed his cock into her ass in one long, slow thrust until his balls rested against her pussy. Angel moaned loudly, fingers clawing at the sheets.
For the next two hours, Jason fucked her ass nonstop.
He started slow and deep, savoring every tight squeeze of her hole. Then he gradually picked up speed — long, powerful strokes that made her ass ripple with every impact. The wet slapping sounds filled the room as he railed her harder and harder.
“Fuck… it’s still so tight,” he groaned, gripping her hips. “No matter how many times I take this hole, it still fights me.”
Angel was a moaning, whimpering mess. “Jason… ahh! It’s so deep— fuck!”
He changed positions constantly. He fucked her in deep doggy, then pulled her up into reverse cowgirl so he could watch her tiny ass bounce on his cock. He put her in prone bone, laying on top of her with all his weight, grinding and pounding her asshole mercilessly. He flipped her onto her back, pushed her legs up to her shoulders in a mating press, and slammed into her ass while staring into her teary eyes.
Every twenty minutes he would pull out, make her suck his cock clean, then slide right back into her stretched hole. He never gave her pussy any attention today — this session was all about her ass.
For two full hours he used her. Hard. Relentless. Sweat poured down both their bodies. Angel’s voice grew hoarse from screaming. Her asshole was red, puffy, and gaping every time he pulled out, only to be filled again seconds later.
He edged himself the entire time — pulling out when he got too close, waiting until the urge faded, then slamming back in. The pressure in his balls kept building higher and higher.
At the two-hour mark, Angel was shaking uncontrollably, her legs weak, tears streaming down her face.
“Jason… I can’t feel my legs…” she whimpered.
He flipped her onto her back one last time, pushed her knees to her chest, and fucked her ass with everything he had — brutal, desperate strokes.
“I’m gonna cum so fucking deep in this ass,” he growled.
With a loud roar, he buried himself to the balls and exploded. Thick, heavy ropes of cum flooded her bowels, shot after shot, more than usual after two hours of constant edging. He kept thrusting through his orgasm, pumping every drop into her ruined asshole.
When he finally pulled out, a huge gush of cum poured from her gaping hole onto the sheets.
Jason collapsed beside her, breathing hard, and pulled her small, exhausted body against him.
Angel could barely speak, voice raspy. “That… was the hardest you’ve ever fucked my ass…”
Jason kissed her sweaty forehead, already thinking about the next time he would finally breed her virgin pussy.
“And we’re nowhere near done, baby. This was just the warmup.”
Chapter 48: Breeding Her Virgin Pussy
Jason’s cock was still throbbing, slick and glistening from two straight hours of merciless anal. Angel lay on her back in the center of her bed, completely spent. Her asshole gaped openly, red and puffy, with thick white cum slowly leaking out onto the sheets beneath her. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, tiny tits flushed pink, nipples stiff from hours of abuse. Her legs were spread wide, trembling, unable to close.
But Jason wasn’t finished.
He crawled between her thighs, eyes locked on her tiny, untouched pussy. It looked impossibly small — smooth, puffy outer lips slightly parted, glistening with her own juices, the tiny pink entrance still completely virgin. He had saved this hole for three long years. Today that changed forever.
He gripped the base of his thick cock and rubbed the swollen head up and down her slit, coating it in her wetness. Angel’s eyes widened with sudden realization.
“Jason… wait…” she whispered, voice hoarse and shaky from screaming for the last two hours. Her small hands came up to rest on his chest, not pushing him away, but trembling. “That’s… that’s my pussy. I’ve never had anything inside there before. I’m scared.”
He leaned down, kissing her softly, then looked straight into her nervous eyes.
“I know, baby. I’ve waited so long for this.”
He pressed the fat head against her tiny virgin entrance and began to push.
Angel gasped sharply, her whole body tensing. “Ahh! Jason… it’s too big… I can feel it stretching me already…”
The head popped inside her with a wet little sound. Her virgin pussy clamped down around him like a velvet fist — hotter, tighter, and wetter than anything he had ever felt in her ass. The heat was incredible, almost burning. Jason groaned deeply, eyes fluttering shut for a second.
“Fuck… Angel… you’re so fucking tight,” he breathed. “It feels like your pussy is sucking me in… so hot… so perfect…”
Another inch sank in. Angel’s mouth fell open in a silent cry. The stretch was intense — a burning, full sensation she had never experienced before. Her walls fluttered and clenched around the invading thickness, trying to push him out and pull him deeper at the same time.
“Oh my god… I feel so full already…” she whimpered, tears pricking the corners of her eyes. “Jason… are you sure? What if I get pregnant?”
He pushed another thick inch inside her, savoring every millimeter of resistance. Her pussy was gripping him so tightly he could feel every ridge and ripple inside her.
“Well… I want you to get pregnant,” he growled, voice thick with raw need. “I want to put a baby in you today, Angel. I want to watch your belly grow big and round with my child. I want you to be the mother of my baby.”
Angel moaned loudly as he sank deeper, halfway inside now. The pressure was overwhelming. A small trickle of blood appeared around his shaft — the proof that her virginity was finally being taken.
“It hurts a little… but it feels so good too…” she gasped, legs shaking around his waist. “I can feel you throbbing inside me… so deep…”
Jason kept pushing, slow and steady, until finally — with a long, wet slide — he bottomed out completely. Every inch of his thick cock was buried inside her virgin pussy. His heavy balls rested against her ass. He stayed perfectly still, letting her adjust, groaning at the insane tightness.
“Jesus Christ… you’re squeezing me so hard I can barely move,” he whispered, kissing her neck, her jaw, her lips. “This pussy was made for me. So tight… so wet… so fucking hot. I’m going to cum so deep inside you, baby. I’m going to breed you right now.”
Angel’s hands slid up to his back, nails digging in as the burning stretch slowly melted into deep, throbbing pleasure. Her hips gave a tiny, experimental roll.
“It’s starting to feel really good…” she breathed, voice trembling with wonder. “I feel so full… like you’re touching every part of me inside…”
Jason began to move — long, slow, deep strokes. Pulling almost all the way out, then sliding back in until he was buried to the hilt. The wet, obscene sounds of her virgin pussy taking him filled the room. Every thrust made her tiny tits bounce gently. Her eyes rolled back slightly as pleasure started to overtake the pain.
“Fuck… look at you taking my cock in your pussy for the first time,” he groaned, picking up the pace just a little. “You’re doing so good, baby. This tight little cunt is going to make me a daddy today.”
Angel’s moans grew louder, sweeter. Her legs wrapped tighter around him, pulling him deeper.
“Jason… harder… please… I think I’m gonna cum…”
He fucked her faster now — deep, powerful strokes that made the bed creak. The feeling of her virgin pussy fluttering and squeezing around him was driving him insane. He could feel his balls tightening, the massive load he had been edging for two hours now rushing to the surface.
“I’m so close, Angel… cum with me,” he panted, slamming into her harder. “I’m going to fill your womb. I’m going to get you pregnant right now.”
Angel’s whole body suddenly tensed. Her pussy clamped down like a vice around his cock as her orgasm crashed over her.
“I’m cumming—! Jason— oh my god I’m cumming so hard!”
At the exact same moment, Jason buried himself as deep as possible and exploded.
“Fuck— Angel— take it!”
His cock pulsed violently inside her, shooting thick, heavy ropes of cum straight into her womb. Shot after powerful shot flooded her fertile depths. He kept thrusting through both their orgasms, grinding deep, making sure every drop stayed inside her. The pleasure was overwhelming — the tightest, hottest pussy he had ever felt, now milking him dry as he bred her.
When the last spasm finally faded, Jason stayed buried to the hilt, breathing hard. He looked down between their bodies. A small streak of blood mixed with his thick white cum was leaking out around his cock where it stretched her freshly opened pussy.
“You’re not a virgin anymore,” he whispered tenderly, kissing her forehead, her cheeks, her lips. “And today… I just got you pregnant, baby. You’re going to be such a gorgeous mom.”
Angel smiled dreamily, exhausted and glowing, one small hand resting on her lower belly where his cum was now deep inside her.
“I can feel it… so warm and full…” she whispered back. “I want your baby, Jason. I really do.”
He stayed inside her for a long time, gently grinding, kissing her softly, already imagining her belly swelling with his child while her sister and mother served them both.
This was only the beginning of their new life.
Chapter 49: Telling the Mother-in-Law
Jason stepped into the house that evening with a calm, satisfied smile on his face. Angel was resting in her room after their intense breeding session. He knew exactly where to go.
He walked straight to Anita’s bedroom.
The door was already open. Anita lay on her back in the middle of the big bed, completely naked, thick thighs spread wide, one hand lazily playing with her heavy tits. Her full, soft Russian body was waiting for him like always — pussy and ass on full display.
“Finally,” she purred with that thick accent. “I’ve been waiting all day for you to come destroy me.”
Jason closed the door, stripped quickly, and climbed onto the bed. He grabbed her thick legs, pushed them back toward her shoulders, and lined up his still-hard cock with her well-used asshole.
Without a word, he pushed in deep.
“Uhhh… yes…” Anita moaned loudly as he sank balls-deep into her ass in one smooth thrust. “Fuck me hard today, baby.”
Jason started pounding her immediately — long, powerful strokes that made her heavy tits bounce. He was still buzzing from breeding Angel’s virgin pussy earlier, and the contrast of now fucking her mother in the ass made his cock even harder.
Anita looked up at him, eyes half-lidded with pleasure. “You look… different today. What’s going on?”
“Nothing,” Jason grunted, slamming into her ass harder.
“Tell me,” she gasped between moans. “What are you thinking about?”
He smiled darkly and drove his cock even deeper.
“I was thinking how fucking sexy you are… and how lucky I am that I can fuck this fat Russian ass anytime I want.”
Anita laughed breathlessly, then cried out as he hit her especially deep. “I wasn’t too sure about that at first…”
Jason started destroying her ass — hard, vicious thrusts that made the bed slam against the wall. Anita screamed in pleasure, her thick body jiggling with every impact.
“What do you mean?” he growled, pounding her mercilessly. “Huh? Tell me.”
He pulled out suddenly, leaving her gaping, then rubbed her dripping pussy before slamming back into her asshole. Anita’s eyes rolled back.
“You know you can never give this cock up,” he said, voice low. “You’re addicted to getting your ass wrecked by me. And I’m happy to fuck you up anytime you need it.”
While he railed her, his mind wandered.
Soon she’s going to be my mother-in-law…
He pictured Angel’s belly growing round with his baby. He imagined Anita coming over to their future house, knowing her daughter was carrying his child. He thought about Malvina too — the horny little sister who would visit whenever he called. Three women. All his.
Anita was moaning like a whore beneath him.
Jason suddenly pulled out, moved up her body, and shoved his cock straight into her mouth. He grabbed her head and fucked her throat hard, eyes closed, lost in his fantasy.
Three wives. Technically. Angel as my pregnant wife… Anita as my cumdump mother-in-law… Malvina as my secret little fucktoy.
Anita started choking violently, slapping his thighs, eyes wide and desperate. Jason ignored her for a few more seconds, then sat fully on her face, burying his cock to the balls in her throat.
She tapped frantically on his legs. He finally lifted up.
“You crazy! You kill me!” she gasped in her thick Russian accent, coughing and drooling.
Jason just shoved his cock back into her mouth and kept fucking her face.
Right now, he wasn’t just fucking Anita.
He was fucking his future mother-in-law.
He pulled out, flipped her onto her stomach, yanked her hips up, and spanked her thick ass hard until it turned bright red. Then he stood behind her on the bed, bent his knees, and slammed back into her asshole in a deep squat-fuck position — rising and dropping, using her like a toy.
“Fuck… why not?” he muttered.
He sat down fully on her ass, cock buried to the hilt, and relaxed.
Anita’s eyes widened. “Jason… what are you—?”
A hot, powerful stream of piss flooded deep into her bowels. He kept pissing for a long time, filling her ass until it felt bloated. When he pulled out, a huge gush of piss and cum poured from her ruined hole.
Before she could react, he aimed his cock at her face and back, pissing on her skin. Anita gasped in shock.
“Open your mouth,” he ordered, sitting on her chest.
She obeyed. Jason pushed his cock between her lips and kept pissing.
“Drink it. Suck it like a straw. That’s my cock, my cum, and now my piss.”
Anita’s eyes watered but she sucked and swallowed, gulping down his hot piss for the first time. When he finished, he fucked her mouth a little longer, then pulled out.
He flipped her back over, slammed into her ass again, and fucked her brutally until she came hard, shaking and screaming.
Then he pulled out, sat on her chest again, and made her jerk him off with both hands while keeping her mouth wide open.
“Jerk me onto your face.”
Thick ropes of cum exploded across her pretty Russian face — covering her lips, cheeks, forehead, and tongue. Anita moaned as she came again from the filth of it all.
Jason immediately shoved his cock back into her ass and kept fucking her slowly while she lay there covered in his load.
“Say it,” he commanded.
“I’m your bitch…” she moaned, voice shaking. “I’m your whore… your Russian slut… your beautiful Russian woman… your cocksucker…”
Jason fucked her harder, making her scream while her face stayed glazed with cum.
Finally, while buried deep in her ass, he spoke again.
“I have news for you.”
Anita was still panting. “What news?”
“You’ll know tomorrow.”
“No… tell me now,” she begged, voice hoarse.
Jason smiled. He pulled out, flipped her into a deep mating press — her knees beside her ears — and shoved back into her ass. He rubbed his cum all over her face, pushing his fingers into her mouth for her to suck while he fucked her.
“I’ve been dating Angel for a few months,” he said calmly, still thrusting. “She’s pregnant now. I’m going to marry her. You’re going to be my mother-in-law.”
Anita’s eyes flew wide open in pure shock. “What?! You and Angel?! You’re almost forty! You’re her father’s age! What do you mean she’s pregnant?!”
Jason started pounding her ass with savage force, making her scream.
“Yes. I got her pregnant last week. You’re going to be a grandma… and my mother-in-law.”
Anita tried to speak, but he pulled out, sat on her face again, and shoved his cock deep into her mouth. He exploded for the third time — flooding her throat with the last of his cum while she choked and gagged.
He held his cock there, buried in her mouth, not pulling out even after he finished.
“Shhh…” he whispered, stroking her hair. “Just keep it in your mouth. Swallow slowly. Let it sink in.”
Anita’s eyes were wide, teary, and defeated as she gently sucked the last drops from his softening cock.
Jason looked down at her cum-covered face with dark satisfaction.
“Welcome to the family, Mom.”
Chapter 50: Mother-in-Law Acceptance
Jason stood completely naked in front of Anita, his cock still rock-hard and glistening, pointing straight at her face. Anita sat on the edge of the bed, equally naked, her thick Russian body flushed and covered in sweat, cum, and drying piss. Her face was a mess — strands of hair stuck to her cheeks, lips swollen, eyes wide with shock as the reality of what he had just told her sank in.
She stared up at him, breathing heavily, trying to process everything.
Jason looked down at her with a dark, satisfied smile.
“Aren’t you happy?” he asked calmly. “I just gave you multiple good news. One — you’re becoming a grandma. Two — you’re becoming my mother-in-law. Three — your daughter is pregnant. Four — I’m her husband. Five — I’m going to be around you all the time. You can come over whenever you want and get fucked. And the best part? I get to fuck your tiny daughter’s ass every single day, anytime I want.”
Anita shook her head, voice cracking. “No… no, Jason. You shouldn’t have done it. She’s too young… you’re too old for her. This is wrong—”
He grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her head back, forcing her to look up at him.
“Look at me,” he growled. “Open your fucking mouth.”
When she obeyed, he shoved his thick cock straight down her throat in one rough thrust.
“You don’t get to tell me what to do,” he said, slowly fucking her face. “You should be happy. Congratulate me. Suck it.”
Anita gagged loudly, eyes watering as he used her mouth. Jason kept a tight grip on her hair, pushing deeper.
“I like you, Anita. I love your daughter. And I love the way I fuck your fat ass. We’re going to keep this going forever. I can’t make you my wife… but I can make your daughter my wife and turn you into my personal mother-in-law slut.”
He pulled his cock out, strings of saliva connecting her lips to his shaft, and slapped it across her face.
“You look so much hotter to me now,” he confessed, shoving back into her mouth. “Knowing I’m fucking my future mother-in-law… it feels different. Better. Filthier.”
He fucked her throat for another minute, then pulled out again.
“So tell me… what do you think?”
Anita coughed, gasping for air, cum and spit dripping from her chin. “I… I don’t know… I don’t know what to say…”
Jason’s eyes darkened. He grabbed her hair tighter and forced his cock back down her throat.
“Wrong answer.”
He fucked her mouth harder, more aggressively, using her face like a toy while she gagged and choked. After another long minute he pulled out again.
“Aren’t you happy for me?” he asked, voice low and dangerous. “That I enjoy your daughter’s tiny ass so much?”
He shoved back in before she could answer, then pulled out once more.
“If you really want to know… it took me almost two months to break her ass in. Every single day I was only pushing the tip inside her, making her cry from the pain, slowly stretching her until she could finally take me all the way. And yes — while I was fucking her tight little teenage ass, I would come straight here and fuck yours right after. I was going back and forth between mother and daughter for months.”
Anita’s eyes widened even more, but Jason didn’t give her time to react.
He pulled his cock out, spun her around roughly, and pushed her onto the floor on all fours. Standing tall behind her, he aimed his cock at her dripping, cum-filled asshole and slammed in balls-deep in one brutal thrust.
“AAHHHH!” Anita screamed as he started fucking her ass mercilessly from behind, standing up, using his full strength.
He pounded her hard, hips slapping loudly against her thick ass cheeks. Anita’s heavy tits swung wildly beneath her as she cried out with every deep stroke.
For the third time that evening, Jason buried himself to the hilt and came hard, flooding her bowels with another thick load. While cumming, he reached forward, shoved two fingers into her mouth, and pulled her head back by her hair like reins.
“Do you like how I fuck?” he growled, still pumping his cum deep inside her. “Do you approve? I guarantee your daughter is going to love it just as much. I’m going to please her exactly like I please you.”
He kept his cock buried in her ass, slowly grinding as he spoke.
“So many times when I was fucking Angel’s ass… I was thinking about you. About this fat, juicy Russian ass. About how one day I’d be fucking both of you.”
Anita was shaking, moaning, completely overwhelmed — face still covered in his earlier cum, ass full of three loads, and her mind spinning from the news.
Jason finally pulled out, sat back on the bed, and looked down at her ruined, trembling body.
“Clean yourself up, Mom,” he said with a smirk. “Tomorrow we tell the rest of the family. And starting next week… you’re moving in with us.”
Anita stayed on the floor, panting, cum leaking from her ass, unable to say a word.
Jason stroked his softening cock lazily, already hard again at the thought of his new family arrangement.