I sprawled across the couch, legs dangling over the armrest, the frayed denim of my shorts riding up my thighs. The living room was dim, just the flickering glow of a cheap lamp in the corner casting long shadows over the mess of empty beer cans and takeaway boxes. Truth or dare had started as a laugh, something to kill the boredom of a sticky summer night, but the air was thick now—charged with something reckless and heavy. Mark slouched in the armchair across from me, his dark hair mussed, a lazy grin tugging at his lips as he cracked open another can. Darren leaned against the wall, arms crossed, his sharp eyes glinting with that quiet intensity that always made my stomach flip.
“Truth or dare Kelly,” Mark drawled, his voice low and rough, like he’d smoked too many cigarettes. He took a swig, the aluminium glinting as he tipped it back, and I caught the flex of his throat, the way his Adam’s apple bobbed. Something about it sent a shiver down my spine, a little spark of heat pooling low in my belly.
“Dare,” I said, smirking, my voice cocky despite the flutter in my chest. I shifted, tugging at the hem of my tank top, the fabric clinging to my sweat-damp skin. It was too fucking hot in here, the air stagnant and humid, and I could feel a bead of sweat trickling down between my tits.
Mark’s grin widened, sharp and predatory. He leaned forward, elbows on his knees, and locked eyes with me. “Take off your shorts. Right here. Let’s see what you’re hiding under there.”
A laugh burst out of me, half-nervous, half-thrilled. “You’re a perv, you know that?” I shot back, but my hands were already moving, fingers fumbling with the button of my shorts. The room went quiet, just the hum of the fan and Darren’s soft huff of amusement. I shimmied the denim down my hips, the fabric scraping against my thighs, revealing the thin black lace of my panties. They were nothing special, just something I’d thrown on, but the way Mark’s eyes darkened made me feel like they were fucking lingerie straight out of a magazine.
“Happy now?” I teased, kicking the shorts aside. My legs stretched out, bare and glistening with a faint sheen of sweat, and I could feel both their gazes on me, heavy and unyielding.
“Fuckin’ hell, Kelly,” Mark muttered, shifting in his seat. His jeans were tight, and I didn’t miss the growing bulge pressing against the zipper. “You’re gonna kill me with that.”
Darren snorted, pushing off the wall. “Mate, you’re too easy.” His voice was smooth, edged with that dry humour I loved, but his eyes flicked over me too, lingering on the curve of my hips, the damp spot I could feel starting to spread on my panties. My heart kicked up, thudding hard against my ribs.
“Your turn,” I said to Mark, leaning back, letting my thighs part just a little. “Truth or dare.”
“Dare,” he fired back,with no hesitation. His tongue darted out, wetting his lips, and I caught the glint of his teeth. Feral. Hungry.
I grinned, feeling bold, and reckless. “Kiss me. Right here.” I tapped my inner thigh, inches from the lace, and the air fucking crackled.
Mark didn’t even blink. He slid off the chair, dropping to his knees in front of me with a thud that rattled the floor. His hands—big, rough, calloused—gripped my thighs, spreading them wider as he leaned in. His breath was hot against my skin, a sharp contrast to the cool air, and then his lips pressed down, firm and wet, right where I’d pointed. A jolt shot through me, straight to my clit, and I sucked in a breath, my fingers curling into the couch cushions.
“Fuck, Mark,” I gasped, my voice shaky. He didn’t stop—his tongue flicked out, tasting the salt of my skin, and then he sucked, hard enough to leave a mark. My pussy clenched, a rush of heat soaking through the lace, and I could feel the dampness spreading, sticking the fabric to my swollen lips.
He pulled back, smirking up at me, his lips shiny. “You taste like trouble, Kelly.” His hands slid higher, thumbs brushing the edge of my panties, and I squirmed, half-wanting to shove him off, half-wanting him to rip them down.
Darren’s voice cut in, low and teasing. “Oi, you two, get a room. Or don’t. I’m not complaining.” He was closer now, looming over us, and I could see the tension in his jaw, the way his fingers flexed like he was itching to join.
“Truth or dare, Darren,” I said, breathless, my eyes flicking up to him. Mark’s hands were still on me, kneading my thighs, and I could feel my pulse hammering in my cunt, needy and insistent.
“Dare,” Darren replied, his voice a rumble that vibrated through me. He stepped closer, towering over the couch, and I could smell him—sweat, soap, and that faint woody cologne that clung to his skin.
“Take over,” I said, nodding at Mark. “Show him how it’s done.”
Mark laughed, a rough, dirty sound, and slid back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “Go on then, mate. Let’s see you top that.”
Darren didn’t hesitate. He dropped to his knees, shoving Mark aside with a nudge of his shoulder, and his hands replaced Mark’s on my thighs. Bigger. Stronger. His fingers dug in, prying my legs apart until I was splayed wide, the lace stretched tight over my dripping pussy. He didn’t go for my thigh—he went straight for the kill. His mouth closed over the fabric, hot and wet, and he sucked, dragging his tongue along the seam of my lips through the lace.
“Oh—fuck—Darren!” I cried out, my hips bucking up. The friction was maddening, the roughness of the lace grinding against my clit as his tongue pressed harder. My hands flew to his hair, tugging at the dark strands, and I could feel my juices soaking through, coating his lips, and his chin. He groaned against me, the sound vibrating through my core, and I nearly came right then, my thighs trembling around his head.
Mark wasn’t idle. He’d shifted, kneeling beside me now, and his hands shoved my tank top up, exposing my tits. No bra—just bare, sweaty skin, my nipples already hard and aching. “Fuck, look at these,” he muttered, palming them roughly. His fingers pinched, and rolled, and I arched into him, a moan tearing out of me as Darren’s tongue kept working me below.
“Get her fuckin’ panties off,” Mark growled, his voice thick with lust. “I want a real go at her.”
Darren pulled back, his lips glistening, and hooked his fingers into the waistband. One sharp tug and the lace ripped, the sound loud in the quiet room. Cool air hit my slick, swollen cunt, and I whimpered exposed and throbbing. My labia were puffy, and pink, glistening with my wetness, and I could feel the heat radiating off me as both of them stared.
“Jesus, Kelly,” Darren breathed, his eyes dark. “You’re fucking soaked.”
Mark didn’t wait. He shoved Darren aside, positioning himself between my legs. His jeans were gone—when had that happened?—and his cock jutted out, thick and veiny, the head already leaking. He gripped my hips, yanking me down the couch, and lined himself up. “Gonna fuck you raw, Kelly,” he said, his voice a snarl. “You ready?”
“Fuck yes,” I gasped, my hands clawing at the cushions. “Do it.”
He didn’t ease in. He slammed into me, one brutal thrust that buried him to the hilt. I screamed, my pussy stretching around him, the burn mingling with a flood of pleasure. He was rough, and urgent, his hips snapping against mine with a wet smack. My walls clenched, sucking him in, and I could feel every inch—hard, hot, pulsing inside me.
“Fuck—tight little cunt,” he grunted, his hands bruising my hips. “Take it—fuckin’ take it.” He pounded me, relentlessly, the couch creaking under us. My tits bounced with every thrust, and Darren leaned in, his mouth closing over one nipple, sucking hard as Mark fucked me senseless.
The sounds were obscene—wet, sloppy, the squelch of my pussy around Mark’s cock, the slap of his balls against my ass. Sweat dripped off him, landing on my stomach, and I could feel my juices running down my thighs, pooling under me. It was filthy and chaotic, and I loved every second.
“Gonna cum—fuck—” Mark’s rhythm faltered, his thrusts turning erratic. His cock swelled inside me, and then he exploded, a hot flood pumping deep into my cunt. Thick, sticky spurts filled me, spilling out around him as he kept thrusting, milking every drop. I could feel it—warm, heavy, coating my walls, dripping out as he groaned above me.
The second Mark pulled out, a cool rush of air kissed my slick skin. His cum was still warm, a thick, white river pooling right there between my legs, dripping a slow, insistent rhythm onto the sheet beneath me. It felt… full. Stuffed. But not unpleasantly so. There was this heavy, satisfied ache thrumming deep inside, mixed with a lingering sensitivity that made every breath feel a little charged.
Before I could even fully register the slight sting of him withdrawing, Darren was there. He hadn’t even waited for an invitation, just knelt right between my spread legs, his eyes already burning with a familiar, hungry look. My juices, still flowing freely, mixed with the residue of Mark’s load, creating this slick, glistening mess that coated everything. I was raw, open, and buzzing with reckless energy.
He didn’t waste any time. His cock, already hard and thick, nosed against my swollen entrance, slick with my combined fluids. The head pressed against my stretched lips, and I could feel that instant, needy pull. It was like my muscles were already anticipating him, welcoming him home. With a slow, deliberate push, he slid in.
Oh, fuck.
It was different immediately. Mark had been rough, urgent, but Darren was… deeper. His shaft seemed to push further, stretching me in new ways, filling me with solid, unwavering pressure. He didn’t just slide in; he sank in like he was staking his claim. I gasped, my breath catching in my throat as he settled fully inside. It was that delicious kind of ache, the one that makes you want to arch and grind and beg for more.
“God…” I breathed out, my voice shaky. The slick heat of him inside me was intoxicating, a stark contrast to the cool air on my skin. Every inch of my pussy was wet, throbbing, the walls squeezing and releasing around him as he remained still for just a heartbeat, letting me adjust to his size. I could feel the head of his cock pressing against my cervix with each pulse of my own blood.
Then he started to move. Not gentle, not tentative. He shagged me. That’s the only word for it. Deep, powerful thrusts that drove to my core. Each time he pulled almost out, just the head teasing the entrance, before slamming back in with a force that made my teeth clench and my breath hitch.
Squish… slurp… squelch.
The sounds were loud, wet, and undeniably filthy. My own juices, mixed with Mark’s milky deposit, were being churned and stirred with every frantic motion. It sounded like a goddamn swamp down there, a testament to just how wet and worked over I was. And I loved it. Every disgusting, glorious sound. It fueled the fire burning between my legs, making me want to get even messier, even wilder.
“God, you pervert,” I managed to gasp out between ragged breaths, the words thick with lust. “Having fun with your sister’s pussy… Ah, harder, Darren! Fuck, yes, harder!”
My hands clawed at his shoulders, digging into the muscles as I tried to pull him closer, deeper. My head thrashed against the pillow, my vision blurring at the edges as pleasure threatened to overwhelm me. “Oh, fuck my fanny,” I moaned, the words ripped from my throat. “Last time I play truth or dare… mmmm GOD!”
Darren grunted, a guttural sound of pure exertion and pleasure. “Ungh, oh Kelly, yeah…” His voice was thick, strained. “Take my cock… you love it, don’t you?”
He didn’t wait for an answer, didn’t need one. He knew. He could feel it, the way my inner muscles clenched around him, the way I was bucking against him, begging for more. His rhythm intensified, each thrust becoming more frantic, more desperate. His hands moved from my shoulders, sliding down my sides, then cupping my breasts. He squeezed, and kneaded, his fingers teasing my nipples as he pounded into me.
His balls smacked against my ass with each thrust, a fleshy, rhythmic thud that was almost hypnotic. I could feel the sweat beading on his forehead, dripping onto my chest as he leaned over me, his weight pressing me further into the mattress. He was going at me like I was some kind of… meat. Like I was made for this, designed for this. And in that moment, I was. I was his sex toy, his canvas, his willing receptacle for all his pent-up lust.
With every deeper, harder thrust, the gooey mess inside me squelched and slurped, a symphony of pure, unadulterated filth. I could feel Mark’s cum being pushed around, mixed and mingled with Darren’s slickness, creating this warm, sticky concoction that was coating his cock, my insides, everything. It was disgusting and exhilarating all at once.
Darren was relentless, each thrust a forceful, driving wave of sensation. My orgasm was building, cresting, threatening to break. I could feel the tension coiling tighter and tighter in my core, my breath coming in short, shallow gasps. And through it all, the wet, sloppy sounds of our bodies slamming together filled the room, a testament to the raw, animalistic act we were engaged in, a symphony of pure, delicious perversion.
The bed creaked under Darren’s weight as he drove into me, each thrust a brutal, beautiful collision that sent shockwaves rippling through my core. My cunt was a sopping, swollen mess—Mark’s thick cum still oozing out, slicking up Darren’s cock as he pounded me harder, deeper like he was trying to fuck me into the mattress itself. My thighs trembled, slick with sweat and the sticky blend of fluids—mine, Mark’s, and now Darren’s pre-cum leaking into the mix. The air was heavy with the musky, tangy scent of sex, skin, and that faint, sharp whiff of Darren’s cologne clinging to his neck as he leaned closer.
“Fuck, Kelly,” he growled, his voice rough and ragged, vibrating against my ear. His breath was hot, and uneven, fanning over my damp skin as he gripped my hips with bruising force. “You’re so fuckin’ tight… even after Mark stretched you out. Shit, you feel like a goddamn vice.” His fingers dug into my flesh, pulling me up to meet every punishing thrust, and I could feel the calluses on his palms scraping against me—a rough contrast to the slick, silky heat where our bodies clashed.
I couldn’t even form words anymore, just gasping, moaning messes of sound spilling from my throat. “Ah—fuck—Darren—!” My nails raked down his back, leaving red trails I could feel heating up under my fingertips. My pussy clenched around him, greedy and desperate, sucking him in deeper as that coil in my belly tightened to a breaking point. The wet slap-slap-slap of his balls against my ass was relentless, a filthy rhythm that matched the squelching, slurping mess between my legs. Every time he slammed in, a lewd splash of cum and juice sprayed out, dripping down my thighs, pooling under me in a warm, sticky puddle that soaked the sheets.
He shifted, hooking one of my legs over his shoulder, and—oh, shit—the angle changed everything. His cock hit that spot inside me, the one that made my vision spark white, and I screamed, my voice hoarse and raw. “There! Fuck, right there—don’t stop—!” My head thrashed back, hair plastered to my sweat-soaked forehead, and I could feel my pulse hammering in my clit, swollen and throbbing against the base of his shaft as he ground into me.
Darren grinned, all teeth and feral hunger, his eyes locked on mine. “Yeah? You want it there, huh? Fuckin’ take it then.” He thrust harder, faster, the head of his cock battering my cervix with every plunge. My walls fluttered, spasming around him, and I could feel every ridge, every vein of his thick shaft dragging against me. The pressure built, unbearable and electric, like a dam about to burst. My breath hitched, my chest heaving, my nipples hard and aching where his hands had left them red and tender.
And then it hit. My orgasm ripped through me like a goddamn explosion, my cunt clamping down on him so tight I thought I’d break him. “Oh—fuck—Darren—I’m—!” The words dissolved into a scream as I squirted, a hot, violent gush spraying out around his cock, soaking his hips, his thighs, and the bed. It was messy, uncontrollable, a flood of clear liquid that splattered everywhere, mixing with the creamy white of Mark’s cum still leaking out of me. My whole body shook, thighs quivering, toes curling so hard they cramped.
“Shit—Kelly—fuck, that’s it!” Darren’s voice cracked, his rhythm faltering as he watched me unravel. His thrusts turned erratic, and wild, hips slamming into me with a wet smack that echoed in the room. His cock pulsed inside me, thick and hot, and then he came—hard. “Ungh—fuck—take it—!” A flood of warmth erupted deep in my gash, his cum pumping into me in thick, heavy spurts. I could feel it, the way it filled me up, spilling out around his shaft, mixing with my juices and Mark’s leftover load. It dripped down, a slow, viscous trickle that coated my labia, my clit, pooling under my ass in a filthy, glorious mess.
He collapsed over me, panting, his chest slick with sweat as it pressed against mine. His cock twitched inside me, still leaking the last of his release, and I could feel the sticky heat of it smearing between us. My pussy ached, raw and overstuffed, every nerve buzzing with the aftershocks of that insane high. “Jesus… Darren…” I rasped, voice wrecked, my hands sliding limp down his back.
He chuckled, low and rough, his lips brushing my ear. “Fuckin’ hell, Kelly… you’re a goddamn mess. Look at you—dripping everywhere. My cum, Mark’s cum… you’re soaked.” His fingers trailed down, smearing the mess over my inner thigh, and I shivered, too sensitive to push him away.
Mark’s voice cut through the haze from somewhere behind us, lazy and amused. “She’s a fuckin’ champ, mate. Took us both like it was nothin’.” I could hear him shifting, probably still sprawled out, watching the aftermath with that smug grin of his.
I just lay there, panting, my body a boneless heap as the room spun around me. The sheets were ruined—drenched in sweat, cum, and my squirting mess—but I didn’t care. All I could feel was the throbbing heat between my legs, the weight of Darren still pinning me down, and that dark, twisted satisfaction curling through me like smoke.
“You ok,” Darren said putting his limp dick away.
“Yeah apart from a sore pussy and a messy one, I am fine. You dirty fuckers,” I said putting my panties back on.