My Stepmom’s Open Door(3)

Fred closes the door. He sets the wine down on the dresser without taking his eyes off us. Helen climbs off my face, and I scramble to cover myself with the sheet.

“Don’t,” Helen says. Her voice is calm, almost bored. “He’s seen everything already.”

Fred pulls his shirt over his head. Lean muscle, dark hair trailing down his stomach. His jeans are tight around his erection. My eyes drop to it before I can stop myself. My pussy clenches… sore, used, and still stupidly responsive.

“You remember Fred,” Helen says, settling beside me on the bed like we’re discussing the weather. “My business partner. He’s also the man who’s been fucking me when your father’s away. But I think tonight we can all share.”

The pieces click into place with humiliating speed: the key, the casual entrance, the way she never looked surprised.

Helen lays out the terms without raising her voice. I’ll sleep in their bed. Wear what they tell me. Be available when they want me. In return she’ll teach me things I’ve never imagined, and Fred will fuck me in ways she can’t.

“And if I say no?” I ask. My voice comes out smaller than I want.

“Then you go back to your room. But we both know you won’t.”

I look at Helen… still wet from my mouth, completely in control. I look at Fred… hard, patient in a way that’s intimidating. The smart thing would be to walk away. Instead the only clear thought in my head is that I don’t want this to stop.

“I want to,” I whisper.

Helen doesn’t waste time. She positions me on all fours and tells Fred to fuck me from behind while she watches. He enters me slowly. I’m wet but still tight after the dildo, and he stretches me more. I gasp as he fills me completely.

“Good girl,” Helen murmurs, stroking my hair. “Take him. Show him how good your pussy is.”

Fred fucks me with deep, measured strokes. Helen kneels in front of me and feeds the still-slick dildo into my mouth. Suddenly I’m full at both ends… cock in my cunt, silicone stretching my throat. Tears stream down my face. My hips push back to meet Fred’s thrusts anyway.

“She’s perfect,” Fred says, voice rough.

“She’s ours,” Helen corrects.

Fred picks up speed. Helen pushes the dildo deeper. My clit throbs, untouched and desperate. I reach down to touch myself; Helen catches my wrist.

“Not until we say. You come when we let you come.”

Fred’s grip tightens on my hips. “I’m close.”

“Cum in her,” Helen says. “Fill her up.”

He slams deep one last time and comes with a guttural sound. I feel every pulse inside me. When he pulls out, Helen pushes me onto my back, spreads my legs, and buries her face between my thighs. She licks Fred’s come out of me while working my clit until I’m shaking on the edge.

She stops.

“Not yet,” she says. “Beg.”

“Please let me come. Please, Helen…”

She glances at Fred. He nods. She returns to my clit at the same moment he moves behind her and pushes into her. Now she’s eating me while he fucks her. I come hard, crying out. Helen follows. Fred finishes inside her with a low groan.

We collapse in a tangle of limbs. I can barely move. My pussy is raw, my throat sore, my clit oversensitive. Helen strokes my hair. Fred rests his hand on my hip. Exhaustion pulls me under while they’re still touching me.

I wake at 3 a.m. to an empty bed. The sheets beside me are cool. Soft sounds drift up from downstairs… low voices, a moan. I pad down the hallway naked and stop at the top of the stairs. Through the living-room doorway I see Helen and Fred on the couch. They’re not alone. A third person is with them: a woman with long red hair, full curves, and a strap-on of her own already buckled on.

Helen looks up the stairs and directly at me.

“You’re awake,” she says. “Good. Come meet your new instructor. This is Maria. She’s going to teach you how to take a fist.”