12. Chapter Twelve #2
“And that’s two minutes!” Yukiko said, lifting a hand. “Let’s give the girl a round of applause as we let her competitor plead her case!”
Eva practically shoved her near-twin to the side in her eagerness to have me to herself.
She didn’t bother with her mouth—like her bestie, she had nothing on underneath that cheerleading uniform, and her cunt was so bald and dripping they’d probably taken turns shaving each other ten minutes before Yukiko’s “filming” of Morning Harbor: After Dark.
Which was hilarious, and a program I absolutely wanted a full season of.
Eva climbed into my lap and impaled herself on me in one smooth stroke.
Jesus fuck she was tight! My cock hammered her back walls, bottoming out inside of her so hard I groaned with the pleasure of it. Eva shot Heather a look, as if to say I’ve got this, bitch!
Eva rode me hard and fast, tugging my pants and boxers down the rest of the way as she bounced up and down in my lap. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” she cried, her hands on my chest and her voice loud enough to wake the entire house, earbuds or no earbuds.
For the first thirty seconds, I thought that was her whole plan—to focus purely on physical sensation, to shut up and fuck me into the mattress so hard I wound up a puddle of goo underneath of her. But Eva was more clever than that. Even while her hips went blinding, she was winding me up.
“Fuck! Yeah!” she screamed, tugging her cheerleading top over her head.
Her tits were perfect and perky, and when she thrust them in my face I buried myself between them, licking and sucking.
“Oh fuck, the whole house can hear what a fucking slut I am, sir! They all know how hard you’re fucking my tight, wet, barely legal little pussy! ”
Technically, neither Heather nor Eva’s pussies had been barely legal for a full two years now. But that didn’t matter. It was about being filthy. And these girls were good at that.
“They’re all rubbing themselves right now, sir,” Eva groaned, throwing herself back on me harder.
“Maria, Lakshmi, Samantha—none of them went home, Daddy! They all wanted to hear me get my hot little twat pounded by the man of the house! Fuck, ohmigawd, it’s so fucking good I’m gonna squirt all over it—! ”
I couldn’t help it—I brought my hand down on Eva’s ass, hard. She was just being such a filthy girl that I couldn’t help but coax her along. Over in the host’s chair, Yukiko’s eyes shone with lust, her whole body tilted forward as she held the wooden spoon loosely between her breasts.
God, the thought that they could all hear that?
Hear Eva screaming with bliss, talking dirty through the walls, the sharp slap of my hand against a pair of coed asses?
Yeah, Eva had my number, alright. She knew exactly what it was going to take to win this competition, and she wasn’t afraid to go there.
“Fuck yeah,” I growled, delivering another stinging slap to her rear.
Even with this much distance from my fingers, I could feel her plug—nearly identical to her bestie’s—stretching out her tightest, most forbidden opening as I pounded her.
“You’re so fucking dirty for me. Showing off for the whole fucking house… ”
Eva might have won right then and there if not for what happened next.
A few more hard, driving thrusts and she suddenly froze on top of me, her mouth opening as wide as an opera singer’s.
Her whole body seized up, one leg kicking out madly, and I knew even before Heather and Yukiko did what had happened.
“Oh FUCK!” Eva shouted, her back arching like a bow. “Oh fuck, Jack, yes—!”
She came. She came hard, working her hips in a slow, torturous circle around me, trying to get my cock to hit every spot deep inside of her at once.
The orgasm made everything between her legs feel wetter and tighter, which was fucking amazing, but the bliss was so strong she’d lost the plot—instead of bouncing up and down like a pornstar she was grinding through it, her eyes rolled all the way back in her head.
She was still cumming when Kiki cried out. “Time!” she said, her voice thick with lust. “Fuck, that was hot. Better luck next time, Eva—if you hadn’t burned forty-five seconds of that by cumming your bratty brains out, you might have won…!”
It was Heather’s turn. Eva pulled off of me with a whimper and rolled to the side, still panting with bliss.
I expected Heather to pick up exactly where her near-twin left off, but I was wrong. Instead of jumping on top of me she shot across the room, towards Yukiko.
Huh?
Before our “host” could say anything, Heather snatched the wooden spoon she was using as a microphone from her hands. “I need this for just a minute or two,” she said, batting her eyelashes. “I’ll give it back, I promise!”
Yukiko looked a little bit put out to lose her prop, but she rolled with it. “This is an unusual development!” she said, glancing down at the Tag’s sky blue dial. “Let’s see where she’s going with this, folks…”
Where Heather was going was to her bestie. “Come here, you fucking slut,” she growled, bending Eva over and hiking up her skirt. “Fucking creaming yourself while you’re supposed to be servicing Jack? What a bad, bad little skank you are…!”
Oh. Oh fuck.
Thwack! The wooden spoon came down on Eva’s ass, loud enough that Yukiko winced at the sound.
“Say sorry, bitch,” Heather growled, sliding two fingers into her bestie’s pussy. “Beg our boss to forgive you!”
It wasn’t the most obvious way to bring me to the brink. But maybe it didn’t need to be. Maybe, just maybe, Heather had realized this competition wasn’t really about the watch at all.
It was about watching her go to town on her bestie like the dom in a fetish club and realizing that goddamn, she really would do anything for the approval of an older man.
She smacked Eva’s ass again and again, until the coed’s pussy gushed all over the mattress. “Bad little slut,” she kept saying, tugging her bestie’s hair and manhandling her whenever possible. “You can’t even be Daddy’s stupid bimbo whore right! Tell him!”
“I’m s-s-so sorry!” Eva whimpered, sounding like the combination of the spoon and Heather’s fingers had her at the brink all over again. “Please, please forgive me! Oh fuck, I just couldn’t resist, your cock is so good—!”
As the watch ticked to the final moments of Heather’s turn, she grabbed her friend and hauled her onto all fours. “Show him,” she growled.
“Time,” Yukiko said, amazed. “It’s Eva’s turn…”
It was. But Heather was still in control.
She grabbed her bestie and buried her face between my legs, shoving my cock down the cheerleader’s throat.
Then, without an ounce of shame, she took Eva’s head in both hands and slammed her down on me, pulling her back and forth for all the world like she was using a Fleshlight on me instead of her best friend.
The viciousness of it, the casual cruelty—and the way the pair were smiling through the whole thing like this was the most fun either of them had had since my wedding—made me feel like I was watching the kind of porn I’d feel vaguely dirty about after I finished with it.
God damn, these two really were a cut above. Or below, depending on how you looked at it.
“Fucking let him use that throat,” Heather growled, grinning up at me. “Does it feel good, sir? Is this how that little slut’s throat deserves to be used?”
“Point of order,” Yukiko said from the host stand. “If Jack cums in her, she’s technically the winner even if it’s your hands in her hair…”
Heather’s eyes sparkled with wicked glee. “Don’t worry, I already know where our boss’s cum is going,” she panted, her tongue hanging out as she slammed her bestie so hard on my dick her eyes rolled all the way back in her head. “You do, too, don’t you, Jack?”
Of course I did. With these two, there was only one answer. “In your ass.”
Heather grinned from ear to ear. “Good answer, sir.”
Things broke down from there. With Heather and Eva both acting in concert, the whole wristwatch timing conceit felt less and less necessary, though Kiki kept up with it through the whole thing.
She called each change out as the coeds escalated, smacking each other with the spoon and begging me to smack them with the spoon, Eva tying Heather’s hands behind her back with her own skirt and splaying her out across the mattress for me to fuck—pretty much anything they could think of.
They were building up to yanking out each other’s plugs and begging me to fuck each other’s asses, I knew. One more turn of my Tag Heuer—maybe two—and we’d be there.
Then Yukiko decided to do something she almost never did.
Break the rules.
“Fuck it,” she groaned, rising from the chair.
I was leaning over the mattress, Eva’s lips all the way down my dick while I spanked the living daylights out of Heather’s bare ass, the jewel in her plug shining among the smack marks.
I turned just in time to see Kiki grab me, settle me a few feet away on the edge of the bed, and climb into my lap.
She moved with a grace and speed I didn’t realize she still possessed when she was this far along.
One hand tugged her panties to the side and then I was there, buried inside of my princess as she moaned through the penetration, her teeth nibbling at my shoulder in a way that felt more feral than Yukiko normally allowed herself to be.
She shoved me onto my back, straddling me.
Her belly didn’t have the space otherwise.
She didn’t bounce up and down the way the cheerleaders did—instead, she rocked back and forth, building up heat and friction as the top of my shaft ground against her clit on every stroke. It felt intimate and incredible.
Kiki braced her hands on my chest. “Tell me,” she demanded, eyes shining with lust.
“Oh God,” I grunted, upthrusting into her heavenly tightness. “Fuck, princess—”