Chapter 16

“Hi Ellie,” Kari said, her voice thick with warmth and subtle lust.

“Hi ... umm, ma’am?” Ellie’s voice came through the speaker—pleasant, slightly trembling.

Kari laughed gently. “You can call me Kari, sweetie. What can I do for you?”

“Oh, sure. Yes, Kari,” Ellie stammered nervously. Her voice carried that specific kind of charm—like a nervous schoolgirl with a secret crush. It reminded me of myself when I first talked to Kari, trying to sound normal while mentally combusting.

“I was talking to Brit...” Ellie began.

“May I say something before you continue, sweetheart?” Kari cut in, her tone softer now, more intimate.

“Sure,” Ellie replied, curious.

“You have the most beautiful speaking voice I’ve ever heard,” Kari said, sincerely, lovingly. Not a trace of seduction—just raw, respectful admiration.

“Aww, thank you, Kari. You’re so kind,” Ellie said, clearly touched.

“Hold on a second, honey,” Kari said, heading for the veranda. Ken and I watched her slide open the glass door and step outside, cigarette in hand. She lit up with her usual casual elegance and leaned against the railing, continuing her conversation with Ellie. We couldn’t hear much, but she was smiling, sometimes even laughing. It wasn’t flirtatious—it was genuine connection. I could practically see the gears turning in her mind as she studied Ellie through her voice.

Then suddenly—yank.

Ken tugged hard on the back of my garter belt. I lost my balance and toppled backwards, landing squarely in his lap.

Before I could say a word, he was already lubing me up. He slid the nozzle of the bottle inside me and gave a generous squeeze. Cool, slick gel flooded my insides.

“Let’s see that pretty ass, babe,” Ken said with a growl in his voice that made my skin prickle. He shifted me so that I was on my knees, chest resting over the armrest, garter belt riding high over my hips.

I arched my back, pushed my ass out and wiggled it just enough to tease him. “You gonna give it to me like you mean it?”

Ken’s answer was action. He lined up his cock and slammed into me with a single, heavy thrust. No warmup, no hesitation—just raw, electric lust.

“Yeah,” I gasped. “Just like that. Don’t hold back.”

He didn’t. His hips started slamming into me with brutal, beautiful force. Each thrust pushed the air out of me, drove heat into my belly, and made my cock twitch against the armrest.

“This is what I needed,” I groaned. “Use me. Take everything.”

He grabbed my hips tighter, pulling me back onto him. My garters creaked under the tension as I let him take full control. The contrast between the rough way he handled me and the gentle hand Kari was likely holding over her heart while talking to sweet Ellie? Yeah, that contrast made everything hotter.

And Ellie ... What a voice. Even her name had me thinking about what might come next.

I’ve always been a sucker for contrast—emotions, sizes, colors, ages. Something about that dynamic just lights me up. The image of a big, older manly-man pounding into a pretty, eager twink? Ultimate fuel for my inner fire.

And now, here I was—living that fantasy.

Ken, his strong hands gripping my shoulders, was pumping his thick cock deep inside me. His pace was firm, relentless, every thrust grounding me. He called me his “sweetest boy,” his “beautiful one,” and yeah, that got me. Not just physically—it lit something warmer. Something deeper.

“You have the most gorgeous ass,” Ken growled.

I couldn’t help but beam, even mid-thrust. That compliment coming from a guy like him—who’s undoubtedly seen and wrecked dozens of hot asses over the years—meant everything. I clenched tighter, giving him everything I had.

We stayed like that for a few more pounding minutes, until I heard the soft slide-click of the veranda door opening. Ken stopped cold.

“Hey, that’s cheating,” Kari’s voice chimed in playfully. “It’s my turn.”

She appeared in front of me like a dream, dropped low, grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled my head up so I was looking into those hypnotic green eyes of hers.

“Ellie and Brit are coming over Friday,” she said with a knowing smile.

Before I could react, Ken picked up right where he left off, driving into me harder than before. I gasped as Kari leaned in and kissed me deeply, her tongue slipping into my mouth like she owned it—which she kind of did.

“Are you gonna finish soon?” she asked Ken breathlessly. “I need him on top of me now. Please.”

Ken groaned, then pulled out with a wet slap, and stepped aside. Kari wasted no time—she flopped down on the sofa, spread her legs, and looked up at me like she was starving.

I stepped forward, gripped her ankles, spread her wider, and slid my cock into her dripping heat. It was like sliding into heaven. Tight, hot, welcoming.

“Did you hear what I said?” Kari purred, her hips rolling in rhythm with mine.

“What?”

“Your sexy girlfriend is bringing Ellie with her on Friday.”

“She’s not my girlfriend.”

“Yes, she is.”

“Oh?”

“Okay, our girlfriend,” she smirked, reaching between her legs to toy with her clit as I picked up the pace. “We love fucking her. We like her, though we pretend not to. But damn ... she’s a fucking hot bitch. Fuck!”

Just then, I felt Ken’s strong grip on my hips again. I didn’t even have to look back—I knew what was coming.

I paused, adjusted my stance, and let him slide his thick shaft back into my slicked, well-used hole.

Then I kept going—fucking Kari from the front while Ken filled me from behind.

I was the lucky one in the middle of a beautiful, messy, perfectly depraved love sandwich. And Friday? Friday had just gotten a whole lot more interesting.

“I can’t wait to fuck Ellie,” Kari said, utterly sincere.

“I know,” I replied, and kissed her—deep, slow, and full of affection.

“And you?”

“Me too,” I admitted. No games, no hesitation. Just honesty.

“She’s ... oh ... fuck me, baby. Harder. That’s it.”

Ken stood still behind me, his cock buried deep in my ass. Each time I pulled out of Kari, I impaled myself on him again. Her pussy gripped my cock like it never wanted to let go, and Ken’s thick shaft filled my ass with a rhythm that pushed us into something beyond physical pleasure.

Cock in pussy, cock in ass—what some might call a challenge, I now considered an art. At this point I was a seasoned pro, and we moved as one smooth, sinfully beautiful machine. We kept it up for at least ten minutes, fucking like pornographic athletes while planning for Ellie’s visit.