Stepmother's Rules

Cipriana shows up early from school, still in her little plaid skirt, just in time to see Kathia pressed against the pool edge with the cleaner’s cock buried inside her. Dad’s wife. Dad’s rules broken. Stupid old man, out working, clueless. Cipriana freezes, then hisses, “I’m telling him.” Kathia slides the stranger out, calm, dripping. Without a word she walks over, grabs the girl by the chin, and licks the salt from her own lip. “Fine. Or you can watch. Your choice, tiny mouth.” Before the threat can grow bigger, Kathia has Cipriana’s knees on the hot tile and Kathia’s tongue pushing the girl open. “Every hole you tattle about,” Kathia murmurs against the already-wet panties, “I’ll make sure you use first.” The pool guy laughs, stroking himself, waiting his turn. Kathia yanks the skirt up, tugs the cotton aside, and spears two fingers deep into Cipriana’s tight cunt while the girl squeals. “Quiet, or I stuff your loud little face next.” She fingers fast, curling, twisting; juice runs down Cipriana’s thighs and onto the patio stones. Kathia pulls the fingers free, sucks them clean, then nods to the stranger. He steps up, rubs the blunt head along the puffy slit until it catches. One shove and he’s inside the schoolgirl, stretching her inch by inch. Kathia holds her cheeks open, talks low and filthy: “Feel that? Daddy’s money pays his checks and now he’s paying for your first real fuck.” Cipriana moans, equal parts pain and heat. Every thrust lifts her onto tiptoes. Kathia climbs onto the lounger, spreads, and pulls Cipriana’s mouth down to her own dripping cunt. “Eat while he fucks you. Lesson one.” The girl licks clumsily, tongue swirling over the older woman’s clit as the pool guy keeps pounding behind her. Slaps echo; skin meets skin, fast and sticky. When he pulls out, thick ropes paint Cipriana’s ass and lower back. Kathia scoops a fingertip through the mess and feeds it to her. “Swallow. And next time you want to threaten someone,” Kathia smiles, wiping spit from Cipriana’s chin, “make sure they don’t already have you face-down on their tongue.”