Cooking up Something Special

Tim drifted in and out on the couch. The low murmur of the TV blended with the soft clatter from the kitchen. The girls' voices carried just enough to tease his half-conscious mind. Giggles and whispers. The occasional sharp intake of breath. He smiled faintly to himself. It was nice hearing Evelyn laugh like that. She had not sounded this light in months.

In the kitchen the scene was anything but innocent.

Evelyn stood at the island with her back to the doorway. Millie had her pinned gently but firmly against the counter's edge. The futa's compression shorts were shoved down to her thighs. Her thick veiny cock rested heavy in Evelyn's palms. Evelyn's fingers could barely wrap around the girth. She stared down at it with wide reverent eyes as she stroked slowly from base to tip.

"Like this?" Evelyn whispered. She twisted her wrists on the upstroke the way Millie had shown her earlier in the basement.

“Exactly like that," Millie murmured back. Her voice was low and approving. One hand rested on the back of Evelyn's neck, the other guiding her hands up and down the shaft.

“You’re getting hard again, I still don’t understand how you can do it after cumming so many times today.”

“Futas are just built different. I’ve never met anyone who could keep up with my insatiable lust. Most women tap out after just one round. Not you though, you just keep begging for more.”

Evelyn’s blush deepened to scarlet. She felt the truth of it low in her belly, aching for more despite how thoroughly Millie had already used her. Her pussy clenched on nothing, still leaking the earlier load into the crotch of her leggings. The fabric was soaked through now, clinging uncomfortably to her skin.

“I can’t help it,” she admitted in a whisper. “It feels… different. Bigger. Better. I didn’t know it could feel like this.”

“Your husband could never satisfy you like I can. Nobody could. This pussy belongs to me now.”

Evelyn shook her head quickly. Shame and excitement twisted together in her chest. “No. Never. He tries, but… it’s not the same. He gets soft too fast. Or he finishes before I even start feeling anything.”

Millie’s free hand slid down Evelyn’s side, over the curve of her hip, then slipped between her thighs from behind. Two fingers pressed against the damp seam of her leggings, rubbing the soaked fabric right over her clit. Evelyn’s hips jerked forward involuntarily.

“Poor thing,” Millie murmured, almost sympathetic. “Years of half-hearted thrusts and quick finishes. No wonder you’re so hungry now.”

Evelyn whimpered. Her hands faltered on Millie’s cock for a second before resuming their steady strokes. “Please… don’t stop talking like that.”

Millie obliged. “You deserve better. You deserve someone who can fuck you until you can’t walk straight. Someone who can come inside you half a dozen times in one night and still be ready for more. Someone who makes you feel full. Used. Owned.”

From the living room, another soft snore rolled through the quiet house. Tim shifted in his sleep, the recliner creaking faintly.

“Tell me what you want,” Millie commanded. “Say it.”

“I… I want you inside me again.”

“Try again slut. Like you really mean it.”

“Please fill my married pussy with your superior futa cock! Use me like your personal cock-sleeve. Ruin my cunt so I can never feel my husband's pathetic pencil dick again!”

Evelyn surprised herself with her own vulgarity. She listened to make sure that Tim didn’t hear anything. His snores still echoed through the house.

“That’s better. Pets who follow directions get rewarded.”

Millie hooked her thumbs into the waistband of Evylen’s leggings, and yanked them down to mid-thigh in one smooth motion. Cool air hit Evelyn’s soaked skin. Cum from before immediately started to trickle down her inner thighs in slow, warm rivulets.

Millie positioned herself behind her. The blunt head of her cock nudged Evelyn’s entrance, sliding through the slick mess already there. One slow push and she sank in halfway. Evelyn’s mouth fell open in a silent gasp. Her walls fluttered desperately around the intrusion.

She clamped both hands over her mouth, trying to stifle her moan as she readjusted to her lover's size.

But Millie didn’t give her time to adjust. She drove forward in a single deep stroke, burying herself to the hilt. Evelyn’s body rocked forward against the counter. Her breasts pressed into the cold granite through the sports bra.

“Quiet,” Millie reminded her softly. “Take it like you’ve been taking it all day. Like you were made for it.”

Evelyn nodded. Tears of over stimulation pricked her eyes, but she bit her lip and pushed back to meet the next thrust. Millie set a steady rhythm, long and deep, each stroke pulling almost all the way out before plunging back in. The wet sounds were louder now, obscene in the quiet kitchen, but Tim’s snores continued undisturbed.

“Feel that? That’s what a real cock does. Stretches you. Hits places he never could. Makes you drip like a faucet.”

Evelyn’s breathing turned ragged. Her hips rocked back greedily. “Yes… god, yes… don’t stop…”

“I’m not stopping until I pump another load into you,” Millie promised. “Right where it belongs. Deep. Where Tim’s weak little spurts could never reach.”

The words pushed Evelyn over the edge. Her orgasm hit hard and fast. Her pussy clamped down in violent spasms, milking Millie’s length. She buried her face in her folded arms to muffle the broken sob that escaped her.

Millie fucked her through it without mercy, chasing her own release. A few more deep thrusts and then she buried herself fully, hips flush against Evelyn’s ass. Heat flooded her again, thick and endless, pulse after pulse painting her insides until it overflowed and dripped down her thighs in heavy strands.

Millie held there, grinding slowly, emptying every last drop. When she finally pulled out, a gush of cum followed, soaking the leggings still tangled around Evelyn’s thighs.

Evelyn stayed bent over the counter, trembling, trying to catch her breath. Millie tugged the leggings back up, trapping the fresh mess against her skin. The dark wet patch now covered most of the crotch and inner thighs.

“We…” Evelyn’s breathing was heavy and strained. She had experienced more orgasms with Millie today than during her entire marriage with Tim. “We better get started on dinner.”

I turned this chapter over quickly, but I won't be able to keep up this pace. The last one was short, and I wanted to release a satisfying conclusion to the tension being built up in this scene. I'm working on the next chapter already I'm planning to release it in about a week. Thanks for reading!