A Double Time Out

Alicia sits under the harsh light while Kendra lectures her from across the desk. Coco gets the same treatment from Audrey beside her. Both stepmoms pound the table—education matters, they hiss. Kendra cuts the air with her voice. “One week, Alicia. No taste of my pussy.” Audrey echoes the line for Coco. The girls trudge upstairs to Alicia’s room. They flop on the bed, seething and aching. “Fine,” Alicia mutters. “You fuck me, I fuck you. One week can’t last forever.” Fingers slide under skirts, tongues find bare skin, mouths swallow every small gasp that slips free. Downstairs, guilt creeps in. The stepmoms climb the stairs, rehearsing kinder words. The door creaks and they freeze. Coco’s face is buried between Alicia’s thighs; Alicia’s fingers dig deep into Coco’s hips. Kendra’s belt slaps leather. “You want discipline? We’ll give you discipline.” The first smack lands hot across Alicia’s ass. But the sting twists into hunger. Moans hit the walls. Palms that meant to punish now clutch thighs open. Punishing hands become greedy ones. Clothes drop like evidence at a crime scene. Tongues, teeth, hips—everything collides in a single slick storm of thighs slapping thighs and raw cries that leave no doubt who’s really in charge tonight.