Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 9

The Tease Before the Fire

The moment Katherine opened the door and Ava stepped inside, it felt like the room shifted.

She didn’t walk — she glided. Hair long and lush, eyes dark and knowing, lips full and already smirking like she knew all the secrets I was still too young to even imagine. She wore a dress that shimmered just enough to catch the light in all the right places — hugging curves that moved like a slow song.

“Tommy,” Katherine said smoothly, “meet Ava. She’s been hearing all about you.”

Ava stepped closer, hand outstretched. Her fingers were warm — too warm — and lingered a moment longer than they had to.

“So this is the neighbor boy,” she purred. “You didn’t tell me he was shy. Or cute.”

I blushed, and Ava grinned wider.

“Oh,” Katherine said, “he’s not always shy. He learns quickly.”

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That night, dinner was intimate — too intimate.

Candlelight danced between shadows on their skin. Katherine sat with one leg crossed over the other, her silk robe threatening to slip. Ava toyed with the stem of her wine glass like it was alive in her hand. They kept me between them, asking questions, teasing answers out of me, pushing my comfort just to the edge.

“So…” Ava leaned in, her voice syrupy. “You really just live right next door? All this time?”

“Yeah,” I managed. “I didn’t know…”

“That women like us existed?” she asked, biting her bottom lip. “Oh, we do.”

They laughed. I flushed again.

Katherine poured me another glass. “He’s still in the discovery phase.”

“Lucky us,” Ava whispered, her foot brushing mine under the table.

By the time I walked home, my thoughts were a blur of perfume, skin, and that long slow smile Ava gave me when I turned around to look one last time.

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The next morning, a single text buzzed my phone.

Katherine:

“Tonight. 10:30. Back door unlocked. You know where to go. Quiet, or you ruin it.”

I waited all day like I was on fire.

When night finally came, I slipped in through the dark like a shadow, heart pounding. The air inside smelled faintly of jasmine and something deeper — muskier. I crept into the closet, cracked the door, and waited.

The bedroom lights were low, golden. Music played — something warm and rhythmic.

Ava appeared first — her hair pinned up, body wrapped in something sheer and soft like cinnamon. She turned slowly, admiring herself in the mirror, hips swaying gently as she adjusted her straps.

Katherine entered next, barefoot and radiant, in nothing but a black robe that barely held its shape.

“I still can’t believe your husband doesn’t know,” Ava murmured.

Katherine smirked. “He knows enough to stay gone.”

Ava laughed. “And you think your boy’s watching yet?”

Katherine glanced toward the closet — directly toward me — and smiled.

“I hope so.”

The knock came softly. The door opened.

Jason and Kirt entered — taller than I remembered, more commanding. Ava bit her lip when they stepped into the light.

“Oh… my god,” she breathed. “You didn’t say they were this delicious.”

Katherine moved to the bed. “Go on, girl. Taste what you like.”

Ava didn’t hesitate.

She walked between them, fingers brushing buttons, tugging zippers — her body moving like silk on fire. She whispered something in Kirt’s ear, then sank down slowly.



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Ava dropped to her knees between Jason and Kirt like it was the most natural place in the world — her movements slow, hypnotic, her dress slipping off one shoulder like it was begging to be forgotten. She looked up at Jason as her fingers unbuckled his belt, her smile dark and dangerous.

“You’ve been holding this back?” she murmured, then freed his cock — thick, flushed, already twitching. “God, it’s beautiful.”

She didn’t wait. She wrapped her lips around the head, sucked slow and deep, and moaned like she’d been starving. Her hands moved with rhythm, stroking Kirt beside her while she devoured Jason like a prize she’d been promised. Wet sounds filled the room — slick, obscene, steady. Her head moved in slow pumps, then faster, spit dripping from her lips as she looked up at him with wild, glinting eyes.

Jason's hand found her hair, gripping, guiding. His jaw clenched, muscles flexed.

“F-fuck, Ava,” he groaned. “Your mouth... Jesus.”

She pulled off with a pop, spit stringing from her lip to his tip, then turned to Kirt, letting her tongue drag up his shaft while her hand worked Jason’s. Ava was a storm of mouths and hands and hunger — dripping sin wrapped in silk and lips.

Katherine watched from the bed, legs crossed, robe slipping to reveal one perfect thigh. She smirked like a queen watching her pet perform.

“That’s my girl.”

When Ava finally rose — lips swollen, eyes glassy with lust — Katherine opened her arms without a word. Ava moved into them like they’d done this a hundred times before. Their mouths met first, slow and messy, trading taste, breath, power.

Then Katherine pushed Ava down with gentle hands, kissed her neck, her chest, lower.

“I’ve waited all week to taste this pussy,” she whispered, voice like velvet laced with heat.

Ava arched, legs parting. Katherine sank between them and began to feast — slow licks, deep moans, fingers gripping Ava’s thighs to keep her still. It was luxurious, controlled — the kind of oral that wasn’t about rushing but about worshipping.

Ava writhed under her, gasping, hands in Katherine’s hair. “Oh fuck—Katherine… oh my god…”

Katherine's mouth was steady, precise, tongue flicking and curling, teasing the clit then plunging deep to taste her all. She moaned into her, lips glossy, cheeks flushed, savoring every second.

Jason and Kirt stood back, eyes dark, cocks still hard, mesmerized.

Soon, both women lay back — legs open, chests rising and falling in sync, hands entwined like lovers who knew every inch of each other’s secrets. Jason and Kirt took their places, kneeling before them, reverent.

Jason bent low between Ava’s thighs, tongue sliding slow and deep, savoring her taste like a luxury. His hands roamed her belly, her hips, then slid under her ass, lifting her into his mouth. Ava whimpered, body twitching with each stroke of his tongue.

Kirt did the same to Katherine — dragging his tongue from clit to hole and back again, making her hips roll, making her tremble. Her moans grew louder, richer — a melodic sound that filled the room like music too good to mute.

Their bodies shuddered, hands clutching sheets, heads thrown back. Sweat glistened. Muscles tensed. Pleasure bloomed.

“You’re glowing,” Ava gasped, turning her head toward Katherine.

“I’ve never seen you get it like this.”

Katherine laughed breathlessly, her lips parted, cheeks flushed. “You either. God, you sound so dirty when you’re loving it.”

Ava grinned. “Maybe it’s being watched… Makes it hotter.”

Katherine’s gaze slid to the closet.

“He’s learning from the best.”

Then came the movement.

Jason lay back on the bed, cock rigid and glistening. Ava straddled him in reverse, her ass high, her back arched like a dancer mid-pose. Her hand wrapped around him, guiding his cock to her soaked pussy, and then — with a slow, controlled breath — she sank down.

Both of them moaned at once.

She began to ride, slow and steady, her hips circling, grinding. Jason’s hands gripped her ass, fingers digging in, eyes locked on the curve of her spine as it undulated like a wave.

“F-fuck… stretch me,” Ava gasped. “Ruin me for anyone else.”

Then — through a moan — she looked toward Katherine with that wicked, knowing grin.

“Mmm… I wonder if your neighbor could stretch my ass.”

Katherine gasped, her hand clutching the sheets as Kirt began fucking her from behind. She tilted her head back, laughing breathlessly.

“He’d love that, wouldn’t he?” she purred.

“Oh I know he would,” Ava said, breathless, hips bouncing. “Tomorrow… I’m riding your neighbor’s face.”

Katherine moaned loud and sharp — both at Ava’s words and Kirt’s thrusts.

“God, you’re filthy.”

“And you love it.”

They kept going — bodies slamming, voices rising — while just feet away, hidden in the shadows, Tommy sat trembling, rock hard, chest heaving, jaw clenched.

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I couldn’t move. Couldn’t blink. I was frozen behind the cracked closet door, my cock rock-hard, my whole body on edge like I was being edged without touch.

Ava was riding Jason in reverse — her body a masterpiece of curves and motion, sweat beading down her spine. Her ass bounced with every thrust, clapping against his hips as she threw her head back and moaned like a woman possessed.

“Ohhh fuck… stretch this pussy, baby. God, beat it up — I want him to know someone else owns this slut hole tonight…”

Jason grunted, grabbing her ass tighter.

Kirk was behind Katherine now, thrusting deep — rough — the bed creaking with every movement. Katherine’s robe was gone, her bare ass dimpling under each slap of his hips.

“Ohhh you’re hitting the spot… baby, you know my spot don’t you?” she moaned. “Mmm… of course you do. You cum by often enough when my boring husband’s away. God!”

Kirk didn’t say a word. Just grunted, gripping her hips harder.

Ava moaned louder, voice cracking from pleasure. “Mmm I came here to get fucked… fuck this pussy until it’s sore. Send me home to him ruined — stretch this shit out.”

Jason grabbed her hips, slammed up into her. Ava yelped and then laughed, wild and loud.

“Oh yeah, baby… fuck… he thinks I’m out with friends… being a good girl…” Her eyes fluttered. “But this pussy’s getting pounded — getting splashed! Fuck, I’m cumming!”

Her thighs shook as she screamed through her climax, grinding on Jason as he drove into her.

Katherine turned her head toward Ava and grinned darkly.

“That mouth on you,” she panted. “He’s gonna love it.”

“Mmm,” Ava groaned, hips rolling again. “Your neighbor’s gonna wreck this pussy tomorrow.”

Katherine moaned. “That young stud’s gonna beat it up, huh?”

Ava nodded, still bouncing. “Oh yeah… and my ass? My ass is his to stretch.”

Katherine gasped. “God, I can’t wait to watch that — your pretty ass taking all of him…”

They both laughed — wild, breathless, soaked in sex and sin.

Then Katherine’s voice dropped again as she looked back at Kirk. “Mmm… you’re close, aren’t you, baby? You gonna give me that cum?”

Kirk groaned. “Yeah—fuck—where you want it?”

She reached back, grabbing her tits, presenting them.

“Paint me,” she whispered. “Right here. I want it messy.”

Kirk pulled out, stroking fast, his body tensing—then grunted deep. Hot ropes of cum splattered across Katherine’s chest, streaking her tits in white.

She moaned, rubbing it in. “Mmm… fuck yes.”

Jason gasped under Ava. “I’m close—fuck—I’m gonna—”

Ava pulled off just in time, spun to kneel between his legs, mouth wide, tongue out.

“Feed me,” she purred. “Don’t waste a drop.”

Jason stroked his thick shaft hard, jaw tight—then shouted as his load shot across her face. First thick across her lips, then more over her cheek, dripping down.

She caught the last spurt in her mouth, moaning as she swallowed it.

“Mmm… god, you taste so good when you’ve used me like that.”

The room went still. Just heavy breaths, the scent of sex, the glow of sweat and sin.

Katherine turned her cum-glossed face toward the closet, lips curling into a slow, knowing smile.

“You still there, baby?” she whispered.

I didn’t breathe.

She licked a bit of cum from her nipple and winked.

“Good. Because this was just the warm-up.”