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Renata had already taken off her panties by the time the knock came. At twenty-eight she knew exactly what she wanted tonight, and she had said it out loud to Noelle until both of them were restless with it. The apartment was warm, curtains drawn, the bed stripped to a clean sheet. Barrett, her husband, twenty-nine and devoted in the way she had trained him to be, waited on his knees at the foot of that bed with his hands on his thighs and his eyes on the floor.

Noelle, twenty-six, stood beside her in an open robe, bare underneath, one hand resting on Renata’s hip. They had been girlfriends in the hungry, private sense for more than a year, whispering this fantasy whenever Barrett was close enough to hear and too well-behaved to interrupt. Shared. Stretched. Watched by the man who loved them and could not match what they craved.

Jerome filled the doorway when Renata let him in. Thirty-two, broad through the chest and shoulders, he smelled like clean soap and warm skin. He looked at the two women, then at the husband on his knees, and the corner of his mouth lifted.

“You sure?” he asked.

“We’ve been sure,” Renata said. “Lock the door.”

He did. He peeled his shirt off without ceremony. Muscle shifted under his skin as he opened his pants and pushed them down, and his cock swung free, heavy even half-hard, thick enough that Noelle made a small broken sound and stepped closer.

Renata’s mouth went dry. She had seen her husband’s cock every night. This was another species of thing. She glanced down at Barrett.

“Up,” she said. “Show him what you’ve got.”

Barrett rose, flushed to the ears, and pushed his shorts down. His cock stood, modest and eager, the familiar size she had learned to work around. Beside Jerome it looked delicate. Jerome’s shaft was longer by inches before it was even fully hard, the girth obscene, veins already standing along the underside, the head broad and darkening as he looked at the two women who had invited him.

Noelle’s eyes went wide. “Oh my God. It’s not even close.”

“Look at it,” Renata said, and her own eyes stayed locked there, widening with a lust she did not bother to soften. “That’s the biggest cock I’ve ever seen. Barrett, look at what you let into our bed.”

Barrett looked. His face burned. He sank back to his knees without being told, because that was where he belonged, and the heat in the room said everyone knew it. Jerome wrapped a hand around himself and stroked once, slow. The shaft thickened, rose, the head shining. Renata felt herself get wet just watching. Noelle’s robe slipped off her shoulders and pooled at her feet.

“We’ve wanted this,” Noelle said, voice thin with want. “Both of us. For a long time.”

“Then you can have it,” Jerome said.

They closed in on him like they had rehearsed it in every late conversation. Renata kissed Jerome first, open and hungry, while her hand found the heat of his shaft and wrapped as far as her fingers would go. She could not close them. Noelle pressed in at his other side, mouth on his throat, then lower, kissing along the thick length while Renata stroked. Their tongues met over the broad head. They laughed into each other’s mouths, shameless, fascinated, taking turns licking the slit until he was fully, heavily hard and the weight of him rested across both their palms.

“Feel that,” Renata murmured. “God, Noelle, feel how thick he is.”

“I can’t stop looking,” Noelle said. Her eyes were huge. She kissed the underside, slow and wet, and Jerome’s breath caught.

Barrett watched from the carpet, cock leaking, hands still obedient on his thighs. Renata turned her head and smiled down at him, mean and fond at once.

“Come here,” she said. “Fluff him. Get that big cock nice and wet for us.”

He crawled forward at once. Jerome looked down, amused, and held himself out. Barrett opened his mouth and took the head in, cheeks hollowing, tongue working the way Renata had taught him on her fingers when she wanted him useful. He could not take much. The girth stretched his lips. He sucked anyway, devoted, drool slipping down the shaft while the women stroked what he could not reach and kissed Jerome’s mouth above him.

“Good boy,” Renata said. “Get him slippery. We’re going to need it.”

Noelle was already panting. She dropped a hand between her own thighs and came away shining. “I’m dripping. Renata, I’m actually dripping. Please. I need him in me.”

“Me first,” Renata said, though her voice shook. She climbed onto the bed and lay back, knees falling open, slip rucked to her waist. Her pussy was flushed and wet, lips parted. She looked at Jerome with open hunger. “Fuck me. I’ve been thinking about this cock for months. Stretch me. I want to feel every inch.”

“Hold her open,” Jerome told Barrett.

Barrett wiped his mouth and obeyed. He knelt at the side of the bed and took Renata’s thighs in both hands, spreading her wide, pinning her open so nothing was hidden. She moaned at the exposure. Jerome knelt between her legs, cocked and gleaming from Barrett’s mouth, and rubbed the heavy head up and down her slit. The size of him against her made Barrett’s grip tighten.

“Please,” Renata said. “Please, put it in.”

Jerome pushed. The broad head forced her open, slow, relentless, and Renata’s mouth fell wide. A raw sound tore out of her. He sank deeper, inch after thick inch, until she was stuffed so full she could barely breathe around it. Barrett held her thighs apart and stared at the place where that massive cock disappeared into his wife.

“Oh my God,” she gasped. “Oh my God, he’s so big. Noelle—Noelle, watch—”

Noelle was already on the bed beside her, one hand between Renata’s breasts, eyes fixed on the stretch. “You’re taking him. Holy shit, you’re taking all of him.”

Jerome drew back and drove in again. The thrust shoved a cry out of Renata. He set a deep, steady rhythm, hips rolling, balls swinging heavy against her ass with every stroke. Barrett kept her legs spread wide, and when Jerome growled for him to be useful, Barrett leaned in and licked. His tongue found Renata’s clit, swollen and exposed above the thick shaft pounding into her, and he lapped at it while Jerome fucked her. On the backstroke he caught Jerome’s swinging balls with his mouth, sucking one, then the other, saliva slicking them as they slapped forward again into Renata.

She came fast and hard, shaking under Barrett’s hands, screaming into the warm room. “Best—God—best sex of my life—don’t stop—don’t you dare stop—”

Jerome did not stop. He fucked her through it, deep and merciless, until she was sobbing with pleasure and clawing at the sheet. Noelle kissed her open mouth and whispered, “My turn. Please. I need that cock.”

Jerome pulled out slow. Renata whimpered at the sudden emptiness, her pussy gaping and shining. He turned to Noelle, who was already on her back, legs spread, chest heaving.

“Hold her,” he said.

Barrett shifted, still hard and ignored, and took Noelle’s thighs the same way, opening her wide for the man they had invited. Noelle looked down her body at the cock hovering over her, eyes enormous, and nodded like she was agreeing to something holy.

“Fuck me,” she said. “Please fuck me. I want to be stretched like she was. I want to feel what she felt.”

Jerome pressed in. Noelle’s head went back. The head alone made her gasp; the rest of him made her wail. He worked himself deeper with short, patient thrusts until he was seated to the base and she was trembling around him, stuffed fuller than she had ever been.

“Too big,” she panted, and then, immediately, “don’t stop. Don’t stop. Oh God, it’s so good.”

He pounded her. The bed knocked the wall. Barrett held her legs wide and buried his face where he was told, licking her clit in frantic strokes while that huge cock drove in and out beside his tongue. When Jerome’s balls swung forward he caught them, licking and sucking, keeping them wet, devoted to the rhythm of every deep thrust. Noelle grabbed Renata’s hand and squeezed hard enough to hurt.

“Best sex of my life,” she cried. “Renata—it’s the best—I’m gonna—fuck—”

She came with a broken scream, thighs fighting Barrett’s grip, pussy clenching around Jerome so tightly he groaned and had to slow. He did not pull out. He fucked her through the aftershocks until she was shaking and begging in half-words, then looked at Renata, who had rolled onto her back again, legs already open, eyes wild.

“More,” Renata said. “Both of us. Don’t finish until you’ve ruined us.”

He went back to her. Barrett spread her again. Jerome slammed in, and the sound she made was nothing like the careful noises she made for her husband. He alternated, ruthless and generous, a dozen deep strokes in Renata, then a dozen in Noelle, while Barrett crawled between them and held whoever was being fucked, licking clit and balls, face wet, cock dripping onto the sheet and nobody touching it. The women came again, and again. Renata’s voice went hoarse telling the ceiling it was the best sex of her life. Noelle sobbed the same words into Renata’s shoulder, bodies shaking, pussies creamy and stretched, neither of them able to close their legs even when Barrett’s hands loosened.

Jerome’s rhythm broke. His stomach tightened. He pulled out of Noelle with a wet sound and rose over both of them, fist working that enormous cock.

“Faces up,” he said. “Both of you.”

They turned toward him at once, on their backs, chins lifted, mouths open, eyes wide and shining. Barrett held their knees apart still, as if he could not stop offering them. Jerome grunted, low and rough, and came.

The first rope was thick and white and heavy, striping across Renata’s cheek and open mouth. The second landed over Noelle’s nose and lips. He kept stroking, and the load kept coming—long, pearlescent strands, dense and sticky, painting both upturned faces in a massive, dripping coat. It clung to eyelashes. It pooled at the corners of their mouths. It strung from Renata’s chin to Noelle’s cheek when they turned toward each other, fascinated, stunned, grinning through the mess like they could not believe how much there was. A final heavy spurt crossed both of them at once. Jerome’s cock jerked and dripped, and still the cum sat on their skin in glossy ropes that did not run so much as hang, thick and white and obscene.

“Holy shit,” Noelle whispered. Her eyes were huge. She looked happy and wrecked and awed. “Look at it. Look how much.”

Renata blinked through a strand on her lashes and laughed, breathless, blissful. “That’s all over both of us. Barrett. Look at our faces.”

He looked. The sperm was everywhere, sticky and abundant, glazing their cheeks and lips and the tips of their noses. They gazed at each other in stunned delight, wide-eyed, tasting what had landed in their mouths and moaning at the weight of it.

“Clean us,” Renata said, voice wrecked and satisfied. “Every bit. Lick our faces clean, and then you’re going to kiss us.”

Barrett leaned in. He started at Renata’s cheek, tongue dragging through a thick rope, gathering the heavy spend and swallowing because she had not told him he could spit. It was salty, dense, endless. He licked her eyelashes carefully, her jaw, the corner of her mouth, then moved to Noelle and did the same, chasing every sticky strand from cheek and lip and the bridge of her nose. The women watched him with blissed-out eyes, moaning when his tongue slipped into their mouths.

He kissed Renata deep, and she kissed back, swapping the cum between them, slow and filthy, her hand in his hair. He turned and kissed Noelle the same way, and she opened for him, moaning as she tasted Jerome on his tongue and pushed more of it into his mouth with hers. They passed him back and forth until their faces were clean and shining with spit, and the evidence of the superior fucking was in all three of their mouths.

Renata licked her lips, eyes still bright with awe, and looked at her husband.

“Tell him thank you,” she said, “and then ask him if he’s hard enough to ruin us again.”