She Used Me for a Dare… Now I Own Her Mother

“We’re even. For now.”

The words hung in the air… promise and threat intertwined… as Catherine struggled to catch her breath, body still trembling from the orgasm that had torn through her moments before.

But Victoria didn’t move away.

Instead, her gaze dropped to the water, where Alex stood waist-deep, his chest heaving, his member semi-soft but still impressively large, glistening with the fluids of their intercourse.

Her eyes darkened.

Hungry.

“Although…” Victoria purred, circling Catherine like a shark. “It would be a crime to let all that potential go to waste.”

She met Alex’s eyes over Catherine’s shoulder, and her smile turned absolutely wicked.

“Wouldn’t you agree, Catherine?”

Before Catherine could process the question… before she could fully understand what Victoria was suggesting… Victoria was moving.

Graceful.

Deliberate.

She sank to her knees in the shallow water before Alex.

She didn’t hesitate. She didn’t ask. Victoria simply moved between Alex’s legs, her hands gripping his hips to hold him steady.

Catherine watched, paralyzed by exhaustion and fascination, as Victoria leaned forward.

She didn’t just lick him; she worshipped him.

Her tongue flattened, dragging a long, wet stripe from the base of his balls to the very tip of his head, gathering the musk and the remnants of Catherine’s own slickness.

“Mmm…” Victoria hummed against his skin, the vibration visible in Alex’s thighs. “You taste like her.”

She looked directly at Catherine, and the challenge in her gaze was unmistakable.

Then she opened her mouth.

There was no warm-up. No teasing. Victoria took him deep instantly, her cheeks hollowing, her throat opening to swallow him whole.

Slurp.

The wet, suctioned noise echoed off the stone walls.

Catherine’s breath hitched. Watching her best friend… so elegant, so composed… reduced to a slobbering, eager mess was the most erotic thing she had ever seen.

Victoria bobbed her head, hair plastering to her face, sucking him with a ferocity that made Alex’s knuckles turn white on the pool’s edge.

Jealousy flared hot and instant in Catherine’s chest.

Victoria was claiming him. Victoria was showing her how it was really done.

And Catherine couldn’t stand it.

Couldn’t bear watching from the sidelines while Victoria enjoyed something that was partly hers.

Her legs were still shaky, muscles turned to water from what they’d just done to her, but Catherine found herself moving anyway… crawling through the water toward them with desperation that should have embarrassed her.

Should have.

Didn’t.

The competitive fire that had driven Catherine to the top of the business world roared to life.

She wasn’t going to be outdone. Not here. Not by her.

Catherine slid into the water. She didn’t walk; she stalked.

By the time she reached them, Victoria had already taken Alex deep into her throat.

The sight was mesmerizing.

Victoria’s lips stretched around his girth, throat working as she took him deeper than seemed possible, hand stroking what her mouth couldn’t reach with rhythmic precision.

“Fuck… Victoria…”

Alex’s hands found her hair, fingers tangling in wet strands, but he wasn’t guiding her.

Wasn’t controlling.

Just holding on for dear life as Victoria systematically destroyed him.

She pulled back slowly, deliberately, leaving him wet and wanting and harder than before.

“Your turn,” Victoria said simply, voice husky from the effort.

She gestured to Alex like presenting a gift.

“Show me what you learned.”

Then, with a wicked smile that promised mischief:

“And try to keep up.”

Catherine didn’t hesitate. She dove.

She took him into her mouth, tasting the heat, the salt, and the fresh saliva Victoria had left behind. She swirled her tongue around the ridge, tightening her lips into a vice-like seal, and sucked hard.

“Fuck… ” Alex groaned, his hips snapping forward.

It wasn’t enough. Catherine needed to prove she was better. She used her hand to stroke his balls underwater while her mouth worked the head, twisting her tongue in a corkscrew motion she knew drove men insane.

“Good,” Victoria critiqued from beside her, watching closely. “But you’re neglecting the shaft.”

Victoria didn’t wait. She joined in.

It became a war.

Victoria took the left side, Catherine the right.

They attacked him simultaneously, four hands roaming over his wet skin, two mouths fighting for purchase on his massive length.

It was messy. It was chaotic. It was filthy.

“Mine,” Victoria growled, shoving Catherine’s face aside to take the head deep, gagging slightly as she forced him down her throat.

Catherine retaliated instantly. She licked the underside, her tongue flickering over the sensitive frenulum while Victoria struggled to breathe around him.

“FUCK—”

​Alex threw his head back against the concrete, his composure shattering completely.

​”You’re killing me… both of you…”

​”Shh,” Catherine murmured against his skin, vibrating her lips against a pulsing vein.

They found a rhythm that was less about cooperation and more about devastation.

When Victoria came up for air, Catherine went down, swallowing him to the hilt, eyes watering as she forced her throat to relax.

When Catherine gagged and pulled back, Victoria was there instantly to catch the slobber and keep the suction going.

The sounds were obscene.

Gawk. Slurp. Suck.

The wet slapping of lips against skin. The heavy, ragged breathing of two women trying to outdo each other. The guttural, broken moans of a man being systematically milked of every ounce of control.

“Who does it better?” Victoria demanded, pulling off to lick a stripe up the side. “Tell us, Alex. Who owns your cock right now?”

“Both,” Alex choked out, his legs shaking violently in the water. “You’re both… killing me…”

“Not good enough,” Catherine whispered.

She grabbed his balls, squeezing gently, while Victoria latched onto the head with the suction of a vacuum.

“Together,” Victoria ordered, her eyes locking with Catherine’s over his throbbing member.

The rivalry shifted into lethal alliance.

They moved in sync. Catherine took the base, her tongue working broad, flat strokes.

Victoria took the head, swirling and sucking. Their tongues met in the middle, tangling together, sharing the taste of him, sliding against each other in a depraved kiss with his cock as the bridge.

The sensation was too much.

Alex’s hips began to piston uncontrollably, bucking against their mouths, fucking their faces with desperate, primal need.

“I’m close… fuck, I’m close…”

“Don’t let him pull out,” Victoria commanded, her voice muffled against his skin.

Catherine nodded, gripping his ass cheeks with both hands, digging her nails in to anchor him.

They didn’t back off. They went harder.

Catherine licked frantically at the slit. Victoria sucked with everything she had, hollowing her cheeks until she looked skeletal.

“CUM!” Catherine screamed at his cock.

“GIVE IT TO US!”

Alex shattered.

With a roar that shook the water, he exploded.

He didn’t just come; he erupted. Thick, heavy ropes of semen fired into Victoria’s throat, choking her, forcing her to swallow or drown.

She pulled back gasping, and the next spurts hit Catherine… hot, white, and sticky… splattering across her cheeks, her nose, her eyelashes.

They didn’t stop.

Victoria licked the overflow from the tip.

Catherine chased the drops running down the shaft.

They cleaned him with the efficiency of starving animals, not leaving a single drop until he was soft, trembling, and completely drained.

Only then did they pull back.

The silence in the courtyard was heavy, broken only by their harsh panting and the lapping water.

Catherine wiped a glob of white from her chin and licked it off her finger, holding Victoria’s gaze.

Victoria swallowed hard, running a hand through her wet hair, her lips swollen and red.

They looked at Alex. He was slumped against the wall, eyes rolled back, chest heaving, looking like a man who had survived a natural disaster.

“Oh God! ,” Alex wheezed, his voice utterly wrecked.

Victoria let out a breathless, triumphant laugh.

“See?” She looked at Catherine, a genuine, wicked bond forming in the air between them. “I told you we make a good team.”

Catherine grinned, the taste of him still coating her tongue. She felt powerful. She felt dirty. She felt alive.

“We destroyed him,” Catherine whispered, awe in her voice.

“Completely,” Victoria agreed.

She stood up, water cascading off her naked body, and offered a hand to Catherine.