Between Lust And Control 25-26

Part 1: The Secret Show Begins

The moment the car engine cut off, the night fell into that sticky, breathless hush, the kind that made Ayla’s thighs squeeze together before she even realized.

She sat next to Jess in the driver’s seat, heart pounding like a bass drum, staring up at the single upstairs window where a flicker of candlelight glowed behind a half-drawn curtain.

A couple days ago, Katherine had texted Jess with a wicked promise: “Bring your girl this weekend to watch me take it hard, gonna give her a show she’ll never shake.” The last day, Ayla had been buzzing with excited anticipation, her mind racing with filthy possibilities as the night finally arrived.

Jess leaned over, voice low and teasing. “You sure you’re ready, baby? Once you see her take that big cock, you’ll never forget it.”

Ayla’s giggle cracked out, breathless. “God, I want to see it. I wanna see every inch.”

Jess gave her that wicked grin, squeezed her thigh. “Good. You’re gonna drip for days.”

Inside, the air felt almost humid with want. Katherine opened the door like a vision from some filthy, perfect dream. She didn’t bother with a robe tonight, she wore thigh-high mesh stockings, a black garter belt hugging her hips, a see-through mesh teddy that showed every curve of her perfect tits. Black heels clicked on the hardwood as she smirked at Ayla, who froze in the doorway, eyes wide like she’d been hit by a lightning bolt.

“Upstairs closet.” Katherine purred. She hooked a finger under Ayla’s chin, tilting her face up. “Stay quiet, pretty girl. And when you come, try not to scream.”

Ayla squeaked, giggling as she slipped into the spare room’s walk-in closet, knees knocking together, her yoga shorts already sticking to her damp pussy lips. Through the cracked door, she had the perfect angle: the bed, the candlelight, the huge window where a shadowy figure would appear any second.

Downstairs

Moments ago, Jude had passed Jess’s car as Jason drove him up, the headlights briefly illuminating the night before the engine cut off. Jess had assumed it was just Jude arriving, but then the driver’s door opened, and Jason stepped out, striding confidently to her passenger side before sliding into the seat like he owned the space. He clocked her flushed cheeks, her thighs spread just a little too wide.

Jason smirked, voice a low growl. “You waiting on someone, pretty girl?”

Jess licked her lips. “Mmm. My sweet friend’s up there, hiding in a closet. She’s about to watch Katherine get her pussy split open by the biggest cock she’s ever seen.”

Jason’s brow lifted, a hungry grin spreading slow. “Shit. She’s gonna come so hard.”

Jess giggled, leaning in to press her tits to his arm, her fingers already drifting to his zipper. “And what about me? I’m stuck out here with you. Think you can keep me entertained?”

Jason spread his legs wider, cock already swelling under his sweats. “I’m gonna keep you gagged and drooling until they’re done up there. Don’t worry.”

Upstairs

Ayla bit down on her knuckle when she heard the door open, heavy boots on hardwood. Jude’s voice rumbled like thunder. “Goddamn, woman, look at you.”

Katherine didn’t answer with words. She stepped out into the soft candlelight, spun around slow, the mesh catching every flicker of flame as she arched her back, ass high, heels clicking on the floor as she posed for him. The garter belt hugged her hips like a dirty promise, the sheer cups of her teddy barely hiding her hard nipples.

“Like what you see?” Katherine purred, her voice dripping with that wicked confidence that made Ayla’s thighs clench tighter.

Jude let out a low growl. “Turn around. Lemme see that mouth first.”

Ayla pressed her eye closer to the crack. Her breath caught when Katherine dropped to her knees between Jude’s huge thighs, her glossy lips parting, tongue flicking out to tease the fat tip of that monster cock.

Down in the car

Jess pulled Jason’s thick shaft out, running her thumb over the slick head. “You think she’s on her knees yet?” she taunted, voice sticky sweet.

Jason grabbed her hair, twisting it around his fist. “I bet she’s choking already. Now be a good girl, show me how that pretty mouth works.”

Jess giggled and then moaned low as she swallowed him, spit bubbling out the corner of her lips. She pulled off with a wet pop, eyes shining wild. “You think she’s making Ayla wet in there? Watching that thick cock stretch her throat?”

Jason groaned, hips flexing when Jess dove back down, taking him deeper. “Hell yeah she is. That sweet thing’s probably dripping on her pretty little thighs.”

Upstairs

Ayla’s hand crept into her shorts, fingertips brushing her swollen clit. She watched Katherine suck him slow, her lips stretching around the girth, eyes fluttering up at Jude with that perfect, ruined look. Jude’s hand tangled in her hair, pulled her deeper, the sloppy slurps and muffled moans echoing like a porno soundtrack.

Katherine’s voice came out ragged between swallows. “Mmm, fuck, you taste so good tonight, you ready to break me again?”

Jude let out a dark chuckle, the sound sending another jolt through Ayla’s core. “Get on that bed, pretty. Ass up, face down. Let me see you beg for it.”

Ayla’s breath caught. She squirmed, her fingers pressing harder on her clit, the heat building in her belly. She couldn’t look away, her mouth parted, eyes glassy as she watched Katherine crawl up on the bed, arch her back, spread her perfect pussy for that massive cock.

Down in the car

Jason grabbed Jess’s hair and shoved her mouth down to the base, her gag muffled by the wet squelch of his cock filling her throat.

“Good girl, yeah, choke on it, you wanna see that big cock up there? You gotta earn it first,” he growled.

Jess moaned around him, spit and precum mixing on her tongue. She pulled off just to gasp, “God, I hope they started already and have Ayla dripping like I am now.”

“Oh fuck! I hope you’re gonna bend me over this hood and fuck me, yeah?”

Jason smirked, stroking his shaft slow, thumb brushing her lips. “Fuck yeah.. hope your sweet friend hear you scream when I do.”

Upstairs

Ayla’s pulse thudded as Jude lined up behind Katherine, the fat head of that monster cock brushing her soaked slit. Katherine threw a wicked glance at the closet, a secret just for Ayla, then gasped loud as Jude pushed inside, inch by inch, stretching her wide.

Ayla’s whole body jolted. She slapped her hand over her mouth to muffle the tiny moan that slipped out, her fingers pressing hard circles on her clit, eyes glued to that thick shaft disappearing into Katherine’s dripping pussy.

And they’d only just started.

Part 2: The Closet and the Car

Upstairs

Jude gripped Katherine’s hips, his muscles tensing as he drove into Katherine’s perfect, glistening cunt. Her thigh-high mesh lingerie and killer heels only made her look more devilish, that hourglass body bouncing as she moaned and begged under her breath.

His cock stretched her wide, the squelch of her wet pussy echoing in the dim room, almost louder than the slap of his hips. Her tits bounced in the mesh cups, nipples hard as pebbles, her lips red from biting them raw.

Katherine clawed at the sheets, her breath ragged. “Mmm, just like that, deeper, god, don’t stop.” Her voice broke on each thrust, but her words were for him, she stayed in the moment, lost in the wrecking of her pussy.

Ayla pressed her eye to the crack of the closet door, heart hammering, fingers knotted in her soaked yoga shorts. She couldn’t believe what she was seeing: Jude’s cock, thick, dark, veined, sliding in and out of Katherine’s slick, stretched pussy. Every slow pull made her glisten more, juices shining down his shaft.

Ayla’s breath caught at the sound, raw, sloppy, wet. Like the filthiest secret come to life. She whimpered, but clamped her mouth shut fast, terrified she’d give herself away. Her fingers dipped into the drenched fabric, circling her swollen clit. Her shorts were so wet the crotch clung to her folds, the closet smelled like her arousal now.

Jude shifted her legs up, one ankle hooked over his shoulder, the other draped wide to open her up. He rammed deeper, the slap of his hips so sharp it echoed off the walls. Katherine’s moan cracked high, her back arching, heels digging into the air.

“Fuck, baby,” Jude grunted, voice low, hungry. “Your pussy sounds so damn good, listen to that.”

And god, Ayla did, that sloppy squelch of Katherine’s perfect cunt getting stretched to its limit. Her own fingers were no match, but she fucked them deeper, imagining it was her instead. Her pulse thundered behind her ribs. The more she imagined that massive cock inside her untouched pussy, the wetter she got, slick dripped through her fingers, soaking her thighs.

The SUV windows fogged from Jess’s hot breath. Jason reclined in the seat, his jeans open, his thick cock slick from Jess’s spit. She stroked him lazily, smirking up at him with that wild, conspiratorial grin.

“You think they’re fucking yet?” Jason asked, his voice low, eyes half-lidded.

Jess’s nails scratched lightly up his shaft. “Mmm… you know they are. You know how Katherine takes cock. Loud, messy… that pussy probably sounds like soup up there.”

Jason groaned at the thought, his hand snaking around Jess’s side, fingers brushing over her waistband. “Bet she’s screaming, huh? You think that big cock’s knocking the air outta her?”

Jess’s eyes glowed wicked in the dashboard lights. “Mmhm. She loves to be split wide open… makes her crazy. I bet Ayla’s watching every second.”

Jason, grin widening. “Oh yea she’s getting a show for sure.”

Jess giggled, leaning in to bite his neck. “Mmhmm. That sweet girl’s probably dripping. Her tiny pussy must be soaked.”

Jason’s hand slipped under her leggings. His fingers dipped through her folds and stopped dead. “Fuck. You’re soaked.”

Jess let out a giggle, her breath catching when his fingers pressed deeper. “God… Jason… listen to it…”

He pushed two fingers in, the sloppy, wet sound so loud it filled the car. Jess squirmed, hips rolling against his hand, her other hand still stroking his thick cock.

Outside the car, the night was silent, but inside it was nothing but filthy squelch, wet gasps, and soft curses.

Jason’s thumb found her clit, circling slow. “This wet for me… or for that big cock upstairs?”

Jess’s hips bucked. “Mmm… both. I love watching a woman get ruined. Ayla’s up there learning how to be brave. I’m down here being filthy.”

Jason leaned in, his voice dark, taunting. “Yeah? Bet you wish it was you under him tonight, huh? That monster cock ripping your ass open?”

Jess moaned into his neck, biting him softly. “Maybe I do. Or maybe I’ll take yours out here first.”

Upstairs

Jude eased back, pulling Katherine onto his lap as she straddled his thick cock, mesh lingerie stretched tight over her hips as she sank down on him slow, inch by inch. Ayla’s mouth fell open in the shadows. Katherine’s pussy lips spread wide, slick shining as she bottomed out with a broken gasp.

Jude grabbed her ass, guiding her up and down as she bounced. The slap of her soaked cunt against his lap was so wet, Ayla could almost taste it.

She pressed her fingers deeper, stifling her cry in her shoulder as she rubbed her clit frantically. The sight of that big cock stretching Katherine open, the way her tight hole swallowed every vein, it ripped a tiny scream from her throat that no one heard over the wet chaos of the bed.

Jude flipped Katherine again, now she was on all fours, heels digging into the mattress as he slammed her from behind. The slap of skin and the squish of her dripping pussy sounded obscene. Ayla’s thighs trembled, fingers moving faster, her forehead pressed to the closet door.

She felt her orgasm building, fire rolling under her skin. She bit down on her knuckles, eyes locked on the place where Jude’s cock disappeared inside that greedy pussy. It wasn’t her yet, but god, soon it would be.

The closet smelled like sex. Her slick ran down her wrist, soaking her shorts, her legs trembling from the force of it.

Katherine’s voice broke the rhythm of moans with ragged, filthy pleas. “Harder, Jude. Fuck me harder. Split me open with that cock.” Her head snapped up, hair flying wild, and she let out a choked scream when he drove deeper. “God yes, ruin me. Make me your whore. I want the neighbors to hear how good this cock destroys me.”

Ayla’s eyes went wide, her hand jerking faster at the words, her breath a quick stutter.

Katherine’s nails dug into the sheets, her voice raw with need. “Don’t stop. Don’t you dare stop. Pound this pussy, make it drip down your balls. Oh fuck… yes… give me more.”

And still, no one knew Ayla was there, her secret, her filthy secret. The sound of Katherine’s pussy echoing like music, every word and wet slap pushing her closer to the edge.

Jason’s fingers never left Jess’s soaking slit, knuckles shiny with her wetness. Her lips were wrapped around his cock, cheeks hollowing, spit dripping onto her tits as she bobbed slow and deep. The windows were fogged, her moans a soft, hungry hum.

Jason groaned, hips lifting off the seat, voice rough. “Fuck… your mouth… you’re a dirty fucking girl, Jess.”

She pulled back just enough to talk, spit trailing from her lips. “Mmm… you like that, big boy? You like my throat hugging this cock?”

He grabbed her hair, forced her down, and she took him, deep, sloppy, wet slurps echoing. Jess’s fingers dipped between her thighs, teasing her own clit while her mouth was stretched wide.

Outside, you could see nothing but the faint outline of her head bobbing in his lap.

Jason hissed. “Goddamn… gonna cum in that pretty mouth. Take it. Swallow every drop.”

Jess whimpered around him, eyes watering as she sucked harder, her tongue swirling, cheeks hollow. He grunted, one hard thrust up and she moaned as his cock pulsed, thick ropes spilling onto her tongue.

She stayed right there, lips locked around the base, milking him with gentle sucks until he gasped, spent.

When she pulled back, she opened her mouth to show him the creamy mess on her tongue, then swallowed with a wicked grin. “Mmm. So good.”

Jason smirked, breathless. “Filthy slut.”

Jess wiped her lips with the back of her hand. “You think that’s filthy? Just wait.”

Ayla’s legs were slick and trembling. From her spot in the closet, she’d nearly blacked out twice from the way Jude’s monster cock slammed into Katherine’s dripping pussy over and over, the filthy slap and squelch of it. Katherine looked like a goddess, hair stuck to her sweaty face, tits bouncing in that tight mesh, heels still on as Jude hammered her from behind.

Ayla’s shorts were ruined. Her fingers were soaked. Her orgasm ripped through her so hard she’d had to bite her wrist to stay silent. She didn’t even notice the tiny whimpers slipping out anymore.

Jude pulled out, a thick string of wetness dripping from Katherine’s pussy to his cock. He looked down at her spread ass, then glanced to the side, just noticing the closet door shift. A flicker of suspicion in his eyes, but before he could say anything, Katherine grabbed him by the base and moaned, “Focus on this pussy, big boy.”

She rolled onto her side, one leg thrown high, her pussy glistening and open for him. Katherine’s voice cut sharp through the air, demanding, unashamed. “Slide back in. Right here. Give me every inch.”

Jude growled, lining up and pushing in deep from the side, his thick cock stretching her tight walls.