Chapter 5: The Edging's End
He pushed.
The head of his cock breached her, a thick, insistent pressure that made Krissy’s eyes fly wide. Her mouth formed a silent ‘oh’ before a shattered gasp ripped itself free. He watched, mesmerized, as every micro-expression of pleasure and surrender flashed across her face—the fluttering of her eyelashes, the parting of her lips, the dazed, loving focus in her blue irises as he filled her.
Then the dam of the day’s denial broke inside him.
With a guttural roar that scraped his throat raw, Tim slammed the rest of the way home, burying himself to the hilt in her scorching, silken wetness. The impact drove her up the bed, her head pushing into the pillows. Her body arched, a perfect bowstring of pleasure, and her cry was a matching, wordless shriek.
He didn’t wait. Couldn’t wait. The careful, loving man was still there, in the foundation, but right now he was pure animal need. He pulled back and drove into her again, setting a brutal, pounding rhythm that made the bedframe shriek in protest against the wall. The sound was obscene—the wet, meaty slap of his hips against her ass, the slick squelch of her overwhelmed cunt taking him, their combined, ragged panting.
“Yes! Fuck! Like that!” Krissy screamed, her shyness incinerated. Her nails scored his forearms. Her enormous tits jounced and trembled with every vicious thrust, her inverted nipples now tight, dark peaks. “Harder! God, Tim, ruin me, please!”
He obeyed. He hooked his hands under her knees, forcing her legs back toward her shoulders, opening her up impossibly wider, allowing him to sink even deeper. The new angle made her see stars. Her vocalizations became incoherent, a stream of sobs, curses, and pleas.
“You feel… so fucking… deep,” she choked out, her body already seizing around him. Her sensitivity was unreal. The day’s teasing had brought her to the edge a dozen times, too. “I’m gonna… I’m gonna…”
“Do it,” he growled, sweat dripping from his brow onto her heaving chest. “Soak me. Soak the bed. Let go, Krissy. Now.”
Her orgasm hit her like a freight train. It wasn’t a wave; it was a detonation. Her back arched clear off the mattress, only her head and shoulders and his grip keeping her up. A raw, screaming wail tore from her throat as her cunt clamped down on him in a series of violent, rhythmic pulses. And she squirted. A hot, copious gush of her release flooded between them, drenching his balls, his thighs, the sheets beneath them with a sound like a splash. She kept coming, her body bucking and shaking, her eyes rolled back, lost in a white-hot universe of sensation.
He fucked her straight through it, his pace never faltering, using her liquid heat to piston into her even smoother, even harder. She was sobbing, overstimulated, muttering “too much, too much, oh god,” but her hips still rose to meet every plunge, her internal muscles still greedily milking his shaft.
He could feel his own climax gathering, a tidal wave about to crash. He needed to turn. He needed Madison.
With a final, deep grind that drew a broken whimper from Krissy, he pulled out of her. The sight of her well-used, glistening cunt, pink and swollen, gaping slightly, made him throb. He turned, his body trembling with urgency.
Madison was already there. She hadn’t just been watching. She was on her knees beside them, two fingers buried knuckle-deep in her own soaked slit, her other hand furiously working her clit. Her face was flushed, her lips slick with her own spit. She looked utterly feral.
“My turn,” she panted, her voice a hoarse command. She didn’t wait for him to move. She launched herself at him, pushing him onto his back beside the wrecked and trembling Krissy. She straddled his hips in one fluid, aggressive motion, her hand guiding his slick, throbbing cock to her entrance. “You gave her the first wrecking. Now give me the next one.”
She impaled herself on him, taking his entire length in one swift, hungry drop. She threw her head back and howled. “FUCK! Yes! That’s it! That’s the fucking ache!”
She rode him like she was trying to break him, her powerful thighs driving her up and down his shaft with a force that knocked the air from his lungs. Her tits heaved, her emerald silk now just a damp rag around her waist. She leaned forward, bracing her hands on his chest, her eyes locked on his. “You watch her while I fuck you,” she ordered, nodding toward Krissy. “Watch what you did to her.”
Tim turned his head. Krissy had rolled onto her side, her body still quaking with aftershocks. Her eyes were glazed but fixed on them, on the place where Madison’s body swallowed his. Her hand was between her own thighs, lazily circling her swollen clit as she watched, mesmerized.
The visual—the two of them, both utterly consumed by him—was too much. His control fissured.
“I’m close, Maddie… so fucking close,” he gritted out, his hips surging up to meet her downward slams.
“Not yet,” she snarled, slowing her pace, grinding down on him in tight, circular motions that made him see stars. “You promised to ruin us. You don’t get to come until you’ve filled us both. Krissy,” she barked, not looking away from Tim’s face. “Get over here. Now.”
Krissy moved without hesitation. She crawled, unsteady, until she was level with Tim’s head. She understood. She leaned over him, her damp, messy hair curtaining their faces, and captured his mouth in a deep, sloppy, possessive kiss. Her tongue plunged against his. At the same time, she reached down between her own legs, gathering the mix of her fluids and his from her own sensitive folds, and smeared them over his lips and chin, marking him with their shared taste.
The dual assault—Madison’s brutal riding, Krissy’s filthy kiss—shattered the last of his restraint.
“Now!” he roared against Krissy’s mouth.
He grabbed Madison’s hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh, and held her still as he erupted. He bucked up into her, once, twice, a third time, his orgasm exploding from him in hot, endless ropes that flooded her depths. It was a cathartic, full-body convulsion that felt like it was tearing him apart from the inside. A year of fantasy, a week of new reality, a day of exquisite torture—all purged in that volcanic release.
Madison’s own climax was triggered by the feel of him pumping into her. She clenched around him, a vice of hot silk, and let out a broken scream as her body was wracked by powerful, shuddering waves. She collapsed forward onto his chest, her forehead pressed against Krissy’s shoulder, the three of them a tangled, panting, dripping heap of spent limbs.
For a long time, the only sounds were their ragged attempts to breathe and the frantic hammering of their hearts against each other’s skin. The room smelled of sex, salt, and sweet, musky release.
Slowly, sensation by sensation, the world filtered back in. The cool air on their sweat-sheened skin. The wet, ruined state of the sheets beneath them. The heavy, satiated weight of their bodies.
Krissy was the first to move. She pulled back from the kiss, her lips swollen and shining. She looked down at Tim, her eyes soft and clear, all the frenzy gone, replaced by a profound, drowsy love. She smiled, a small, private thing, and gently wiped his chin with the edge of the ivory silk.
“Wow,” she whispered, the word barely audible.
Madison let out a breathless chuckle against his sternum. She didn’t lift her head. “Yeah. ‘Wow’ covers it.” She shifted slightly, a wince of oversensitivity crossing her features as he finally softened and slipped out of her. A fresh trickle of their combined release seeped onto his thigh. “I think you made good on your promise, lover. I definitely feel ruined. In the best possible way.”
Tim couldn’t speak yet. His capacity for language was utterly gone. He just wrapped his arms around both of them, pulling them closer, his hands splayed on their backs. He pressed a kiss to Krissy’s shoulder, then to the top of Madison’s head. The emotion that rose in his chest then was too big for words anyway. It was gratitude. It was awe. It was a fierce, protective possession.
Eventually, they managed the Herculean task of untangling. They limped to the bathroom, cleaned up in a silence that was comfortable and deep, and returned to strip the soaked sheets. They put on fresh ones, moving around each other in a wordless, familiar dance. They didn’t bother with clothes.
They slipped back into the bed, the clean cotton cool against their skin. Krissy curled into his left side, her head on his shoulder, her leg thrown over his. Madison spooned up behind her, her arm reaching over Krissy’s waist to rest her hand on Tim’s stomach. A chain of touch. A circuit of warmth.
Just as Tim felt consciousness begin to tug him under, Madison’s voice, soft and thoughtful, broke the quiet.
“So. What do we do tomorrow?”
Krissy snorted a sleepy laugh. “Laundry. So much laundry.”
Tim smiled in the dark. “Anything you want,” he murmured, his voice rough with exhaustion and fulfillment. “Anything at all.”
Madison was silent for a moment. Her fingers traced idle patterns on his skin. “I was thinking… we could go out. Like, a date. All three of us. In public.”
The suggestion hung in the dark room. It was a new step. A different kind of exposure. Krissy’s breathing evened out. She was already asleep.
Tim squeezed the hand Madison had on his stomach. “Yeah,” he whispered into the darkness. “We could do that.”
He felt her smile against Krissy’s back. The last thing he knew was the steady, synced rhythm of their breathing, and the profound, terrifying, exhilarating sense that this was only the beginning. The world outside this room was still out there, with all its questions and eyes. Tomorrow, they’d have to face it. Together.
Together.
The word hung in the air as sleep finally took them, a fragile pact sealed in the dark. It lasted maybe an hour.
Tim woke with a jolt, a wire of pure need still live and sparking in his veins. The profound release had been a lie, a temporary circuit breaker that had already reset. The edging from the day before wasn’t just a memory; it was a chemical truth still burning in his blood. He was hard again, painfully so, an insistent throb against Krissy’s thigh.
He didn’t think. He moved.
His mouth found Krissy’s shoulder, biting down gently, then not so gently. His hand slid over Madison’s hip, gripping, pulling her closer. They stirred with soft, confused murmurs.
“Tim?” Krissy’s voice was thick with sleep. “What’s…?”
“Need you,” he grunted, the words raw. “Again. Now.”
He rolled Krissy onto her stomach. She gasped into the pillow, but lifted her hips in immediate, sleepy submission. He positioned himself, his cock slick from their earlier mess still coating him. He didn’t guide himself. He just pushed, a single, relentless invasion that buried him in her heat in one stroke.
She screamed, a muffled, shocked sound into the cotton. Her body clenched around him, shock giving way to a dizzying wave of fresh arousal. She was so sensitive, every nerve ending screaming. “Oh god, it’s so deep, it’s so deep right away!”
He set a pace that was punishing. No warm-up, no gentle build. It was a claiming. His hands gripped her waist, holding her steady as he hammered into her, the sound a wet, brutal percussion. The bed resumed its frantic complaint against the wall.
Madison was awake now, propped on an elbow, watching. Her eyes were wide, her mouth slightly open. She saw the look on Tim’s face—not anger, but a focused, hungry intensity that bordered on terrifying. She felt her own cunt pulse, empty and jealous.
“Fuck her like that,” Madison breathed, her own hand drifting between her legs. “Fuck her like you own her. Because you do.”
Tim’s rhythm stuttered. He pulled almost all the way out of Krissy, making her whimper at the loss, then looked at Madison. “On your back. Now.”
Madison scrambled to obey. She lay back, spreading her legs, presenting herself. Her cunt was already glistening, swollen.
“Not for me,” he said, his voice strained. He looked down at Krissy, her face turned, her eye watching him. “Krissy. Taste her. Now.”
Understanding flickered. A faint blush warmed Krissy’s cheeks, but she was too far gone, too subsumed by his command and the dick still stretching her. She shifted, pushing herself up with her arms, lowering her head between Madison’s thighs.
The moment Krissy’s tongue made contact, Madison arched off the bed with a sharp cry. “Yes! Oh fuck, your mouth…”
Tim drove back into Krissy, creating a circuit. He fucked Krissy with deep, measured strokes that rocked her whole body forward, which in turn pushed her mouth more firmly against Madison. Krissy moaned, the vibration against Madison’s clit making Madison’s legs tremble.
“You two are so fucking beautiful,” Tim growled, watching it all. His hands roamed over Krissy’s back, her ass, gripping her flesh as he moved in her. “My wife. My best friend. Both mine. Taking it. Taking everything.”
Krissy’s noises were garbled, a mix of pleasure from his penetration and the act of eating Madison out. She was drowning in sensation, pinned between his relentless thrusts and Madison’s musky taste. Her own orgasm began coiling again, impossibly soon.
“I’m gonna cum!” Madison shrieked, her hands fisting in Krissy’s hair. “Right now, Kris, don’t stop, I’m gonna—!”
Madison’s climax hit with violent suddenness. Her body bowed, a silent scream on her lips before a choked, guttural sound escaped. Her hips bucked uncontrollably against Krissy’s face, her release flooding Krissy’s mouth. Krissy drank it down, her own moans vibrating against Madison’s sensitive flesh, sending shocks through Madison’s system.
Feeling Krissy convulse around him, sensing her own peak, Tim pulled out. Krissy collapsed onto her side, coughing, her lips wet, her eyes wild.
“My turn,” he said to Madison, his voice like gravel.
He didn’t give her a second to recover. He flipped her onto her knees. She was still shuddering from her orgasm, her consciousness hazy. He positioned himself behind her. He slid into her sopping cunt in one smooth, brutal motion, seating himself to the hilt.
Madison’s scream was pure, unadulterated shock. The overstimulation was acute, a blinding flash of pain-pleasure that short-circuited her thoughts. He didn’t care. He fucked her with a mechanistic, driving rhythm, his balls slapping against her, his hands on her hips just holding her up.
“You wanted wrecked,” he reminded her, each word a punch of air. “You wanted ruined. This is what that looks like.”
She couldn’t answer. She could only take it, her head hanging, drool slipping from her lips onto the sheet. Her body betrayed her, another orgasm ripping through her with terrifying speed, a weaker but still violent tremor that made her cunt spasm around him. She sobbed, a broken, overwhelmed sound.
She sobbed, a broken, overwhelmed sound.
Tim didn’t stop. He couldn’t. The frantic energy from the day before was a live wire under his skin, and their complete, wet surrender only fed it. He drove into Madison’s clutching heat, his rhythm unchanging, a piston’s relentless function. Her sobs became sharp, hiccuping gasps that matched his thrusts.
“You’re m-mine,” he grunted, the statement fracturing with effort. “Say it.”
“Yours,” she whimpered, the word dissolving into a moan as he angled deeper. “Only yours, fuck, only—”
Her sentence snapped. Another orgasm took her, this one a silent, full-body seizure that locked her muscles and stole her breath. Her cunt fluttered around him in frantic, milking pulses. She slumped forward, her cheek smearing against the sheet, her mind a blank static of sensation.
He pulled out of her, his cock glistening and rigid, seemingly impervious to completion. He turned.
Krissy was watching, her hand moving in a lazy, hypnotic circle between her legs. Her eyes were black with want, her lips still shiny from Madison. She saw him looking and spread her legs wider, an invitation without words.
“Come here,” he said, his voice low and shredded.
She crawled to him. He didn’t lay her down. He sat back against the headboard and pulled her onto his lap. She straddled him, guiding him inside her with a shaky hand, sinking down with a slow, exhausted sigh that trembled at the edges. She was so full, so tender. She wrapped her arms around his neck, her forehead resting against his.
“Kiss me,” she whispered. “Please. Like you mean it.”
He did. He captured her mouth, and this kiss was different. It was frantic, yes, hungry and deep, but it was also an anchor. His tongue swept against hers, claiming, comforting, worshipping. He tasted herself, tasted Madison, tasted the salt of his own sweat. Her whimpers vibrated into his mouth.
He began to move her, his hands gripping her ass, lifting and dropping her onto his shaft. The pace was slower now, profound, each descent a deep, grinding fill that made her eyes roll back. The kissing never stopped. It was messy, breathless, a shared gasping for air that became part of the rhythm.
“I love you,” she choked out between kisses, the words hot against his lips. “I love you, I love you, I love—” The mantra fragmented into a high, thin cry as an orgasm built from this deep, steady pounding, not a sharp peak but a rising, inevitable tide.
“I know,” he breathed into her mouth. “Let it go. For me.”
It crashed over her. Her body stiffened, then shook apart in long, rolling waves. Her cunt clenched rhythmically, squeezing him, and a fresh flood of her release slicked where they were joined. She tore her mouth from his, burying a scream into the crook of his neck, her body becoming a boneless, trembling weight against him.
He held her through it, kissing her shoulder, her jaw, her temple, murmuring words that were just sound. He was still hard inside her. He was a machine of pure need.
Gently, he laid her down beside the unconscious Madison. He loomed over them both, his chest heaving. He looked from one blissfully destroyed face to the other. A possessive tenderness, ferocious and calm, settled over the hunger.
He moved Krissy’s limp leg. He positioned himself over Madison again. She stirred, a faint moan escaping her. Her eyes fluttered open, unfocused.
“T-Tim?”
He didn’t answer with words. He kissed her. It was desperate, deep, a swallowing of her confusion. As his tongue tangled with hers, he pushed his way back inside her over-sensitive, swollen cunt.
Her response was a muffured scream into his mouth. Her hips jerked, a weak protest that instantly became an arch of submission. He fucked her with short, deep strokes, his pelvis grinding against her, and he kissed her like he was trying to consume her very breath. She could only take it, her hands fluttering against his back, her noises reduced to primal, nasal sounds against his lips.
He broke the kiss, trailing his mouth down her neck. “Can’t stop,” he panted against her damp skin. “You feel too fucking good. Ruined. Perfect.”
She was beyond speech. She nodded, a frantic jerk of her head, her mouth a slack ‘o’ of continuous pleasure-pain. Another climax, smaller, a shockwave without a center, rattled through her. A tear leaked from the corner of her eye.
He shifted. Without pulling out, he hooked an arm around Madison’s waist and rolled, pulling her on top of him, reversing their positions. She straddled him, impaled, her body bowed back. Her enormous breasts swayed, her inverted nipples tight peaks.
Krissy, rallying from her haze, dragged herself over. She watched for a second, then leaned in and took one of Madison’s nipples into her mouth, sucking hard. Madison shrieked, the new sensation a live wire connecting directly to her overstimulated core.
Tim started thrusting upwards, fucking into Madison from below. Krissy attended to Madison’s breasts with her mouth and hands, kissing, licking, biting gently. Madison was in the center of a sensory storm. Her words were gone. She babbled. Sounds, not language. “Guh—ah—nnnh—pl-please—ah-gah!”
She came again. This one was quiet, a deep, internal convulsion that made her vagina rhythmically spasm around Tim’s driving cock. Her eyes lost all focus, gazing at the ceiling without seeing it. She was gone. Mind broken. Body a vessel for endless sensation.
Tim’s breathing hitched. The tension in his balls was a diamond-point of agony. He was close. So close it hurt.
“Krissy,” he gasped.
She understood. She released Madison’s breast and moved up, kneeling beside his head. She leaned over him, her breasts brushing his face, and kissed him. It was a deep, sloppy, loving mess. He could taste Madison on her, taste her own unique sweetness. He groaned into her mouth, his hips pistoning faster.
Madison, feeling his rhythm fracture, managed a slurred sentence. “Cum. In me. Fill me up. Do it.”
The permission, raw and filthy, snapped the last thread.
With a choked roar muffled by Krissy’s kiss, Tim erupted. His orgasm was a seismic event, a drawn-out torrent that pumped into Madison’s depths, hot and endless. Each pulse wrung a corresponding weak shudder from her spent body. He kept kissing Krissy through it, the act a lifeline as pleasure tore him apart.
He finally stilled, spent, utterly hollowed out. The kiss softened, became a series of gentle, connecting presses. Krissy finally pulled back, smiling down at him with a mixture of awe and deep satisfaction.
Madison collapsed sideways off him, landing in a heap beside them. She breathed in deep, ragged gulps. A slow, dazed smile spread across her face. “Brains… are soup,” she managed, the words slurred. “You… win.”
The three of them lay in a wrecked, sticky tangle. The dawn light was stronger now, painting them in clear, unflinching gold. There were no more words for a long time. The only sounds were their slowing breaths, and the distant, mundane sound of a car passing on the street outside, a reminder of a world that continued, oblivious to the small, perfect ruin contained within these walls.