Mat's House Rules

(Cotton’s PoV)

Alright Cotton, time to show this big, beautiful dick who’s boss. It would be easier if I wasn’t face to face with a pink haired beauty who’s well on her way to heaven, it’s distracting. Time to perform.

How would Maria do this? She'd slide her panties to the side and start swirl her hips down this big boy. That's what I do. This girth! I shudder and continue.

"Your dick stretches me out so good!" Was that me? Grit those teeth, girl you are not going to cum before getting past the head!

“Don’t fight.” Mat is somehow paying attention to me. “Let hubby make you f-f-feel gooooood.”

Her words came out in a pant. His tongue had scored another point with his pink playthings's pussy. Focus on yourself, you're in charge here! Don't focus on the girl in front of you and how hot her orgasm face is. My legs are shaking from effort, no other reason. I’m no quitter!

"Your fat dick must be happy in my pussy." Mat puts her arms around my shoulders and pressed the softest lips I’ve ever felt against mine. She moans into my mouth. Uhhnnn! The shaking made me slip. Ignore those lips, ignore her wanton moaning in front of me. Don't moan into her mouth, that's what he wants you to do! Stupid boy, getting a girl to make me feel all hot and bothered.

“Yeeesss! Come with me cutie!” She's asking so nicely. It’s okay if I cum now, I’m not done after once. I let the ecstasy of orgasm shake my body. The fireworks wake me up more than morning coffee. I lean into Mat for leverage.

"I knew your orgasm face would be cute." She boops my nose. I glare at her.

"Hey! Don't boop my nose." I say, I'm not sure why it came out: Mnnmhmmn.

Doesn't matter, time for the main event. My hips grind up and down, pumping the long, thick mast of man meat inside me. Squeeze on the slower climb up, work down in quick swirls. It has to feel as good for him as it does for me. I haven’t met his hips yet, so I have to be careful. I know my way around a big dick.

I have to keep control of how deep I let him.

A shift of my hips gives me a good angle. Now I can show him what my toned body can do. My hips find a good rhythm. I know it’s good because John’s hands grab my ass and hold it tight. I feel his legs kicking under me. This angle gives me control of how deep he can go.

He likes it.

Now to pay him back for edging me like crazy last time. I stop moving my hips. I keep him interested by pulsing my abdomen to massage his penis with my toned pussy. Now's a good time to explore Mat's soft lips. She seems just as eager to explore my mouth. It’s not the first time I’ve made out with a girl.

It is the first time I liked it.

He's getting impatient. Can't have him getting off on his own. I tighten my thighs to hold him down. I’m on top today, you play my game, nerd. Keep grabbing my hips, I won’t let you move me. Wait to grind up and down his long hard shaft until he calms down.

Don't be eager. No matter how good it feels.

The slow rhythm will drive him crazy. Even if he's stretching my pussy to the max. His dick is in my pink heaven. I focus on Mat’s aggressive little tongue. So soft. Her cute little hands know how to work my boobs. The girl has me cumming again. I pause my hips and let the pleasure run through me. Mr FatDick gets a break.

Now to blow his mind. Again my hips get to work on the stiff boy meat filling my pussy. Again I feel John tense up. I keep it up this time. Mat’s face changed to a pout.

“No fair John, don’t stop licking me just because some cute girl is riding your cock.” She shifted off of his face. “Fine, if you're going to be all distracted, I’ll let you give her the ride her sweet cheeks deserve.”

“Yes ma’am!” No! I'm doing the riding! “You’re in for it now, you big tease!” He slams his hips to disrupt my rhythm and then Mat shoves me from the side.

"No fair! It's supposed to be girls versus boys. You can't help him!" He follows through and flips me on my back. I roll with the momentum and end up on top again. He wants to play rough, I can play rough.

“I’m a big girl, you’ll have to try harder than that!” I lean forward to smother him with my boobs. He’ll have less energy if he can’t breathe. He’s matching my grinding motion with thrusts from below, like the sexiest dance. “Wait! You’re too deep! Don’t just slam your fat cock in me as you wish! My pussy’s not ready!”

Plap! After all the excitement, our hips meet!

I was avoiding this!

It feels like his cock is hitting my stomach! He’s knocking the wind out of me! I’m on top, I’m not supposed to get fucked this hard! I have to make him cum! I can't let him repeat last time.

I concentrate everything on keeping my hips working. I feel the bed shift and then my back slams into something hard. My knees are by my ears, how did I get here? How is his dick still filling me? Are we on the floor?

My vision comes back to John’s face. “Get ready, princess, I’m going to let loose on your pussy!”

“No! You can’t! I’m supposed to be on top.”

“You’re so cute when you pout.” He pulls back his hips begins his attack, slamming into me from above. I don’t love his absolute power over me! I'm not enjoying being on bottom. He’s not making me cum my brains out.

“Don’t treat me like your fuck toy!” I need to let him know I’m not impressed with his long cock that's kissing my cervix. “You aren’t impressing anyone! Your eager loser dick won’t last!”

“The lips in your face lie.” He said between thrusts. “I’ll listen to your lower lips that can’t let me go.”

“What do you know?” I wanted to say, but I hear myself saying “You better fuck me harder! Stupid dick-for-brains! Harder! Fuck me! Use that stupid cock!” Traitor pussy! Making me feel so good.

This doesn't count as a loss. I got double-teamed. Next time I'll put you in your place.

(Mat’s PoV)

All night, I was able to enjoy our gentle love making. What I’m watching is something different. It’s so much louder. And rougher.

What I’m seeing is a fantasy come true. The hot cheerleader getting utterly dominated in my bedroom. Three days ago, my fantasy would include me on top. Now, I’m fingering myself imagining what it would be like for my John to be that rough with me.

And the mouth on this girl! I could never say those things. I still like being lovey-dovey.

She probably hasn’t eaten, I know John’s hungry. Let me whip up some breakfast while the two of them continue. Then I can sit on John’s lap and feed him.

From the kitchen, I’m grateful for the increased size of our apartment. I can still clearly hear Cotton’s howling, but it isn’t deafening like in the room. There’s no break in the fifteen minutes it takes me to get breakfast ready. The girls got lungs on her. As expected of an athlete.

I put the eggs, bacon, and toast with jelly on a tray to take up to the room. They’re still on the floor in the same position.

“No more! I can’t take any more! My kitty is broken, you broke her.” Cotton was tapping out.

John stood up, leaving the flexible girl folded in half on the floor. So rough. “Be happy I’m kind enough to give you a break.”

He looked over at me and I lift a strip of bacon to his mouth. I take the other side in mine and we meet in the middle, kissing over Cotton’s recovering body. I feel his pride. He sits on the bed and pulls me onto his lap. I feel his need. I spread my legs and he guides his still erect manhood inside me from behind. I feel ecstasy.

I feel his urgency. He was holding out to beat the brat at her game. Now that he’s back inside me he loudly makes his arousal known. He loves me more.

“Yes baby, work your pussy on my dick. Squeeze me. Make me paint you white.” I can tell his performance is as much to make clear my position as Bitch Number One as it is to tease the exhausted girl on the floor.

I approve of this message.

Before long, he shudders and grabs my hips. He holds me tight and starts to pump his orgasm into me. I love it when he finishes inside me. I love it when we climax together.

We ride the waves of bliss for the next few moments. Moments that end too soon. I don’t feel him soften at all. I make no move to leave his lap and continue to feed him. He pauses from nibbling my shoulder to eat some toast. It’s a bit awkward over my shoulder, but I’m too comfortable to move.

Sometime while we were eating Cotton came back to life and helped herself to some bacon and toast. She looked like an 80s video vixen with her well-fucked blonde hair. She looked at us with a hunger in her eyes and dropped to her knees between my legs. I could hear her start slurping on John’s balls.

John told me about her quest. We agreed to leave her the sloppiest creampie to clean off his cock. Giving her sloppy seconds is John’s way of making it up to me that he was with her first. I straighten my legs to stand up over Cotton’s head and notice something.

“Hey babe. Know what’s funny?” I ask. “I’m standing up and you're still inside me.” I wiggle my hips to tease him. Always have to tease him.

I can see Cotton move back and observe the truth of my statement. I love being petite, makes me the perfect compliment for my big manly, husband. Right now, though, her mouth is at the perfect height for my next trick. I press her face against our joined sexes and feel her tongue working from his shaft to my lower lips.

“Cutie, I would take off your shirt. What comes next is going to be messy.” Cotton’s shirt flies off when I release her head, followed by her bra. She is really excited about submitting to my John. “Here it comes!”

I pop John’s manhood out of my wet honey pot and plant a pussy kiss right on Cotton’s surprised face. She makes some surprised noises before I can feel her start licking up John’s cum that started slowly dripping out.

“There you go, sweetie. Clean me up and then your can have hubby in your needy little mouth.”

She needs to know.

My House. My Rules.