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Pete's Weekend Ch. 01

By: Balke7612



Pete sat in the blue glow of the TV screen, most of the living room hidden in darkness. The autumn chill was yet to set in with a vengeance so his duvet was pushed to one end of the couch as he sat in his shorts and tee shirt. He'd hoped to find something half-dirty to watch. Failing that he'd been tempted to poke through his brother's room in order to find some porn but during his channel-surfing Friday night had turned in to Saturday morning and Diana, his brother's girlfriend, had just arrived home. She was currently disrupting his half-hearted attempts to watch this programme, whatever it was, by ransacking the kitchen to find something to eat. Pete's brother Andrew was away for the weekend, he was increasingly away these days, since his promotion he'd become much more enthusiastic about work than anyone he knew would've ever thought possible. Although he'd never said it out loud, Pete thought Andrew had turned in to a complete dick and wished he had the money to move out. Over the last few weeks Andrew had begun suggesting that Pete pay him rent; 'ha, for what,' Pete thought, 'a crappy couch.'

The door opened a crack and Pete looked up to see Diana's face peering in at him in the half-light.

"You're awake," she observed pushing the door fully open. Pete nodded. "What's on?" she asked as she stood beside him.

"Nothing," Pete replied monotonously, "I was about to go to sleep," he lied. 

"Budge up," she said sitting beside him. Pete grudgingly shifted a few inches along the cushions to make room for her. She sat eating a few slices of bread and dropping crumbs on the floor. 

"Good night?" Pete asked.

"Not particularly," she said flatly between bites. "It's Friday and your brother's away which means I'm not getting any." Pete shifted uncomfortably, not sure how to respond.

"Oh," he said finally. 

A long silence ensued as they sat and watched the TV. Diana finished eating her bread and kicked her shoes off on the floor, both her and Pete now slouched deep into the cushions, each occasionally catching their eyes closing, only to open them again apparently seconds later to find something they didn't recognise on the TV screen. Pete gave up waiting for Diana to go to bed, with a sigh he pulled his legs up and leaned sideways to rest his head on the arm of the couch to his right.

"D'you want me to move so you can stretch out?" Diana asked as she sat up and edged forward without waiting for a response. Pete extended his legs along behind her and dug his bare feet in to the duvet. Diana leaned back again, trapping his shins under her back. 

"Are you going to sleep?" she asked and Pete mumbled his reply. "Do you mind if I keep watching this, it's starting to get good?" she asked looking over at him.

"No," Pete sighed half opening his eyes to see what it was she was watching. His eyes stayed open as he watched the girl on the screen drop to her knees and take the man in her mouth. 'Typical,' Pete thought, 'finally something good and she's sitting here with me.' He surreptitiously looked across at Diana, her face was bored and blank in the gloom. He lay and watched the action for a few minutes before realising with horror that the effect it was having on him was clearly evident as he was dressed in just his tee shirt and shorts he usually slept in. He made a point of noisily sighing as if in discomfort before twisting his body around to lay face-down and hopefully conceal his erection. Diana shifted herself too to let Pete turn his legs, then she too sighed in discomfort. Pete quickly discovered how uncomfortable laying face-down could be, he raised his arms and folded them as a pillow under his head, this also afforded him the ability to keep one eye on the screen as the film continued. Diana sighed and shifted her weight again.

"Do you mind if I lay down Pete?" she asked quietly, apparently thinking he was sleeping.

"No, 's OK." he muttered. Diana lowered her body in front of Pete's and lifted her legs up to rest her feet on the far arm beneath the duvet. Pete opened his eyes again to look over the top of her head and watch the TV, the couple on the screen were banging away now, the woman's face contorted in pleasure. He slowly slipped in to a light slumber, the flickering light occasionally waking him again, each time his eyelids would open a crack and witness more of the film. He wasn't sure if Diana was still awake or not, her body was now slumped against his side and her breathing was light and steady. He realised he would have to roll on to his side again some time soon as his arms and neck were beginning to ache painfully, but his penis remained hard and he was very aware that shifting his position would leave it pressed against Diana. Finally the ache grew to much and he crossed his fingers and hoped that she was asleep and that in a more comfortable position he would drift in to a deeper sleep and conceivably lose the damning bulge in his shorts. With one gentle movement he rolled on to his side, immediately finding he had nowhere to put his arms as Diana's limp body moved with him, resting once more against him. He had no option but to drape his arm over her body.

"Thanks," she breathed, "I'm getting cold." Pete had prayed that she was asleep, now he was hoping that she was drowsy enough not to notice it was him beside her, or his erection. "Is your duvet here somewhere Pete?" she asked, shattering his hopes.

"Er, yeah," he replied, "I'll get it." He went to move but found his right arm trapped under Diana.

"Don't worry," she said quietly, "I''ll get it." Pete waited to feel her weight shift off him but after several minutes she still hadn't moved. He tried to move again and apparently woke her. 

"Sorry," she said groggily. "I'm getting it." She sat up and lowered her feet to the ground, Pete thought for a blissful moment that she might be about to depart to her own bed but instead she tugged at her belt and unbuttoned her fly, raising her self from the cushions and clumsily pulling her trousers down. 

"Uncomfortable bloody things," she said as way of explanation. She reached across and took hold of the duvet and lay back down, pulling it over them both. She wriggled herself back in to the concave form of Pete's body and sighed contentedly. 

After several minutes Pete couldn't hold himself back away from Diana any more and his traitorous body relaxed pressing his erection between Diana's buttocks. He braced himself, expecting her to leap off the couch in horror. She didn't and for a moment Pete thought that maybe she'd fallen asleep again already. Then she wriggled further back against him and suddenly stopped, Pete becoming instantly aware that she were now very much awake.

"Pete?" she whispered, "is that your cock?"

"Sorry," Pete said guiltily, "it's the movie, it, uh, it did it."

"Don't worry about it," she sighed happily, "I just wasn't sure, it's quite big isn't it?" Pete remained silent, shocked at her attitude and the idea that his penis was apparently big enough to be note worthy.

Diana's sudden alertness that Pete had registered quickly disappeared again and he was soon aware of her gently snoring. Confident that she'd stay asleep now he relaxed, unconcerned about the proximity of his penis to her behind. He settled down and began falling asleep himself. He was concious at some point of Diana reaching to the floor and lifting the remote to turn off the TV but apart from that he slept soundly for several hours

After turning off the TV Diana found it impossible to get back to sleep, a combination of the film and her boyfriend being away had got her hornier than she could remember being for a long time. It was only sloth that prevented her from leaving the couch to go upstairs and toy with herself. The last scene of the film had seen the star getting fucked from behind while she sucked on an unreasonably large cock. The images of the scene played over in Diana's head as she tried in vain to get back to sleep. She longed to be that woman, getting filled, that's what she needed, then she'd be able to sleep. The more she thought about it the deeper her hunger coursed in to her body, creating and fuelling an insatiable lust. Her index and middle finger crept down her smooth belly without instruction and under the waist band of her underwear, inching through the narrow strip of pubic hair and in to the slick wetness. She was about to curl her index finger up inside herself when her creeping slumber fell away with the sudden realisation of what she was doing; laying here beside her boyfriend's little brother, soaking through her skimpy thong and about to plunge her fingers inside herself. Promising herself a long session in the shower later Diana removed her fingers and clamped them between her soft thighs before settling down and trying to sleep once more.

Diana floated up from her deep sleep as the sunlight crept in through cracks in the heavy curtains. Her eyes remained closed as she enjoyed the warmth of the sun across her cheek, her mind drifted back to the previous night, she'd spent the evening in a bar with her friends, those that were single had all left with guys as one point or another until it was just her and Jessica left. Jessica's other half was apparently also away so the pair of them had sat until closing time, bemoaning the sexless night that awaited each of them at home. Diana remembered getting in, a little drunk, and then hadn't she watched TV with Pete? Then the realisation of what she'd almost done washed over her. She felt guilty at first, then she smiled to herself, it'd been a near miss. Then the recollection of Pete's erection pressed between her bare buttocks surfaced. She'd been a little shocked at its size, certainly bigger than his brother's, but Andrew really knew what he was doing. Diana clamped her legs together around her hand as she thought of the fuck she'd be getting tomorrow night, if Pete weren't there she'd drag Andrew to the floor as soon as he got in and ravish him. As it was she'd have to settle for pushing him up the stair to their bedroom and riding him there. She was certain that Pete must hear them when they had sex, she was always fairly vocal. sometimes she exaggerated a little, the idea of Pete laying downstairs hearing her moans and possibly getting off to them always got her wetter. She had to admit that she was perhaps a bit of an exhibitionist.

Pete was still asleep behind Diana, his steady breathing warm on the back of her head. All that thinking about sex had turned her on again, she decided it was about time to do something about it and went to slide off the couch, but Pete's arm draped across her abdomen made it difficult to move. She tried to gently lift his arm off her but as she took hold of his wrist he pulled her in tighter against his body and held her there. 

"Pete," she said, thinking he must be awake and be uncharacteristically mischievous . But he didn't reply. "Pete," she tried again, louder this time but still with no response. This is ridiculous, she thought to herself, I need to go take care of myself. "Pete! Get off me," she raised her voice and smacked his hip with her palm. Pete mumbled something before his mouth fell open and a soft snore began.

Diana didn't know what to do, her pussy ached to be attended to, her red thong was soaked through and although she was trying to ignore it Pete's cock was pressed even harder between her arse cheeks. 'Fine,' she decided in defiance of decency, 'I'll do it here'. Her free hand quickly made it's way to her wet underwear and she probed with her fingers through the sodden material, pressing it between her lips. It felt so good to be doing it, to have some kind of stimulation there, she imagined Andrew was sliding his fingers over her crotch, his cock straining in his own underwear until she reached out to free it before taking it in her hand and massaging it. Her fingers pushed her thong to one side and slipped easily through her short pubic hair to her labia. She teased briefly before penetrating herself in a single slick movement. She managed to catch the gasp before she let it out but was sure Pete wouldn't have heard anyway. With her index and middle finger curled up and pushing back and forth between her wet velvety walls her thumb clumsily diddled her clit, moistened it slipped back and forth sending minor waves of pleasure quaking through her body. 

Diana loved that she was finally getting what had been building in her mind and crotch for hours now, she loved to masturbate, on her days off, when she had the house to herself she would spend hours laying naked on the bed, her legs spread wide as she gently and slowly brought herself off over and over again. But this wasn't one of those times, she was desperate for a release and didn't have the time or space for such niceties. Her fingers plunged time and time again through the tight lips of her pussy as she fantasised about pulling Andrew forward by his cock to wrap her lips around it and suck him dry, she always loved how he came wherever she wanted him to. Sometimes she'd pull him out of her mouth as she felt him tense and aim him at her chest, spraying his cum over her tits, other times she'd have him shoot his sticky strings over her belly, but right now, the mood she was in was to have him blow his load in her mouth. She wanted depraved, frantic sex and she hungered for how a mouthful of his cum always made her feel.

Diana was bucking her hips as she rode her hand now, oblivious to the sleeping form behind her except the increasingly pleasant feeling of his erection pressed against her. As she moved her body Pete's covered cock slid up and down between her cheeks and as she folded her body forward slightly, centring herself around the mounting bliss between her thighs, her buttocks parted slightly and pleasure from Pete's passive assistance grew as he rubbed over the thin strip of cloth covering her arsehole. Throwing caution to the wind Diana parted her legs and placed one foot flat on the cushions, fully spreading her sopping pussy. In her new position Pete's penis pressed further forward and as her fingers pistoned in and out her knuckles grazed against him. Soon she found herself pulling her fingers out entirely to focus her attention on her swollen clit but continued to thrust slightly, her hot pussy grinding against Pete.

Pete awoke suddenly, a warm damp sensation telling him that the dream he'd been having had turned wet. Then as full consciousness returned he realised what was happening. Diana, still laying against his body, was moving rhythmically, her breathing was heavy and her bare legs felt sweaty against his own under the duvet. He wasn't sure whether to speak out or mime sleep until she'd finished and gone. Without warning her hand appeared on his erection, clutching it through his shorts before yanking them down as much as possible to free him. Then she pressed his swollen head against her lips and pushed it inside herself before grinding her hips back and down, trying to feed his cock in. Pete didn't know why Diana was doing it but he was too far gone now to stop her, he relished the hot feeling clamping down on him and causing him to grow inside her. The position still wasn't perfect though and Pete pulled his hand down to Diana's hip and holding there pulled her down further on to him, spearing deeper inside her. 

"Oh God, fuck me," she whimpered, turning as far as she she could to face him. Pete's hand groped at Diana's breast through her tee shirt until she pulled it awkwardly up to reveal herself, then he massaged the naked flesh, pulling at the erect nipple, pinching it hard to elicit groans. She raised her body up on one elbow and pulled at her top, finally removing enough of it that when she lowered herself again she could drop in on the floor. Pete had taken the opportunity to stretch his other arm out from where it'd lain trapped between their bodies all night. Now he groped at both breasts simultaneously as he thrust deeper inside her. Without holding on to Diana's hips the position was no good though and he found he was in danger of pushing her off the couch entirely.

Without warning Diana slipped her body off the couch and knelt on the floor before Pete. Pete sat up, wondering why she'd stopped then saw the hungry look in her eyes. She stood and pulled off the damp scrap of underwear before climbing back on the the couch and straddling him. 

"You're wearing too much," she admonished, reaching down and pulling his tee shirt off over his head. Then turning on his lap she pushed his shorts further down his thighs until they dropped over his knees and too the ground, doing so meant leaning right forward and presenting her rear to Pete.

"See anything you like?" she asked looking back at him over her shoulder. She adjusted her position to rub her slit across the head of his cock, prompting a moan from both of them, then slammed her body down, impaling herself on his hard shaft. Pete grunted and took hold of her hips once more. Diana giggled quietly and groaned as she ground herself on him, taking delight in the tight grip of his hands on her bare flesh. She half bounced and was half lifted as she rode Pete for all she was worth. The mirror on the wall opposite was positioned just a little too high for her to see more than her own face and she longed to witness the sight, her breasts rolling with each bounce and her pussy sliding up and down on Pete's big cock. It was definitely bigger than Andrew's, and whether it was intentional or not, Pete knew how to use it right. Diana fucked him quicker now, the previous stirrings of an orgasm boiling up once more, stronger and stronger, her thrusts against Pete were shallower and more desperate, her body lower as she gripped his knees. Pete's hold on Diana's wet hips slipped and he moved to grip her waist instead, pulling her back hard again, burying himself deeper inside her than before. She let out a stifled noise and froze momentarily before continuing her grinding, her arse now pressed firmly against the lower part of his stomach. As she felt her climax build Diana craved more and more of Pete inside her, she unfolded her legs and spread them, allowing her bodyweight to push her down further, then raised her abdomen up and leaned back against Pete's chest, it's solid flatness slipping against her back easily as it was lubricated with excessive sweat. She reached her hands around behind herself and held on to the back of Pete's head as his hands ran up her slick body and clasped her breasts once more. Without her knees to rest on Diana had no control over the thrusting and left Pete to push up inside her without resistance.

"That's it," she breathed, "fuck me there." Her hands pulled at his hair as he thrust in to her pussy with everything he had. His cock had swollen bigger than he'd seen it before, provoked by the rampant and illicit sex and he knew it wouldn't be long before he came.

"Fuck me harder," she ordered and Pete did his best to comply, and was rewarded by another stifled gasp and her pussy gripped him tight briefly before allowing his thrusts to continue. 

"You're so good Pete," she groaned, loving the feeling of being totally open to him, allowing his hands to roam over her spread body while he rammed his cock up inside her. 

"Make me cum. Make me cu-" Diana's words were cut short as her mouth hung open and her writhing against Pete's body subsided. The orgasm washed through her, briefly silencing her like a second of peace before the storm hit. She let out a protracted cry and slumped down. 

Pete was still holding Diana's waist loosely but tightened his grip, then thrust against her spent body. She moaned quietly as he thrust again then she sat back up and turned to look at him over her shoulder, regaining some composure.

"Again?" she asked, her mouth still open as she drew in gulps of air. Pete just nodded, droplets of sweat falling from his nose and chin. 


Pete's Weekend Ch. 01



"You want me to make you cum?" Diana asked, taking Pete's hands from her waist and placing them back on her breasts. 

"Uh hu," he replied.

"Good, I want you to cum for me Pete," she grinned. She raised herself up off his cock and removed herself from his lap. He sat puzzled for a second before she dropped to her knees in front of him and took him in her mouth, sucking hard on him, tasting herself on him, one hand working his shaft while the other cupped his balls, tugging lightly on them. Diana loved the feeling of a thick cock slipping in and out of her mouth and her fingers quickly made their way back on to her clitoris, rubbing it tenderly but soon picking up the pace as her head bobbed. Pete relished the sensation, Diana really knew what she was doing, her tongue probing his head as her lips held fast as they traced their way up and down.

"Where d'you, want to cum?" Diana asked raising her mouth just enough to speak. The sight of her out of breath face was enough for Pete and he felt his own climax begin to hit.

"Your tits," he growled through gritted teeth.

"Tough," was all he got in reply as Diana's mouth locked back around him as she redoubled her efforts sending his sperm shooting in to her mouth as she pressed her tongue against his head, her hands held his away as he tried to push her head from his cock and she sucked harder and harder, milking him until he collapsed back on the couch, totally exhausted. Diana held him inside her mouth until her own orgasm swept over her again, her fingers buried deep inside her pussy. She pulled them out and wiped them on her chest before struggling to climb on to the couch beside Pete.

"That was, amazing," she managed, "I really needed that."



Pete's Weekend Ch. 02



"We shouldn't have done that," said Diana, her sweat-soaked and naked body drying in the cool morning light, Pete reclining, spread out and flaccid beside her.

"Probably not," Pete agreed.

"I really like your brother, y'know?" she continued. "It's not like I make a habit of cheating on him."

"Absolutely."

"I just, well, y'know."

"Yeah."

"It can't ever happen again." Diana stood and picked up her discarded clothes, clutching them redundantly to her body.

"Of course," Pete replied.

"In fact, it never happened."

"Just a bad dream."

"Yes, just a bad dream. Well 'bad' is perhaps too far, it wasn't 'bad' exactly, just wrong..." Diana said frowning. "You didn't think it was bad did you?"

"No. Of course not. Like you said, just wrong." Pete wiped the sweat from his forehead. "I should take a shower," he said rising, hoping to get out the room before Diana started talking again.

"Yes, me too, you first though," she said standing aside to let him pass. She watched his naked body leave the room and ascend the stairs.

In the bathroom Pete stepped under the cascading water, closed his eyes and tried to think. He had no intention of ever hurting his brother, he had had no intention of ever being anything other than a completely platonic little-brother figure to Diana. Of course he'd always found her attractive, being officially out of bounds was undoubtedly part of her appeal but her figure and personality didn't hurt either. And that was one hell of a fuck; she had been demanding, controlling, aggressive and so hot. Pete realised his hand had found its way on to his cock and was slowly tugging at its erect length. He stopped himself, aware that Diana would be waiting to use the shower herself. Washing himself quickly he wrapped a towel around his waist and opened the bathroom door. 

Diana stood leaning against the wall opposite, also wrapped in a large clean towel. Their eyes briefly met before both self-consciously looked away. Pete made his way downstairs to find some clean clothes, then hearing the shower turned on again and with the lust he'd quashed in the bathroom re-emerging he crept back up the stairs to the bedroom Diana and his brother shared. Stepping across the room Pete quickly found what he was looking for; a discarded thong, red and black. Knowing he had at least ten minutes before Diana would be finished and his arousal getting the better of him he dropped his towel to the floor and wrapped the thong around his penis, relishing the taboo more than the physical sensation. He stood in the half-light of the room, leaning against the chest of drawers, pumping his hand with his fist.

In the bathroom Diana turned on the water and stepped away to stare in to the mirror. What had she been thinking? More than cheating on Andrew she'd done it with his brother, practically her own brother. Still, as guilty as she was, if Andrew hadn't been away it'd have been him on the receiving end of her lust, and he was always away these days. She'd never seen Pete as a possible partner before and had had no designs on him when she'd lay down beside him on the couch, but one thing had led to another, desire had got the better of her, and he'd been damn good. Her libido twitched at the memory of that cock spearing inside her, god it'd been good. Her fingers slipped beneath the soft towel and between her sticky thighs and in to the small spreading puddle there. With a groan the exhausted beast of her desire rolled on its back and she curled two fingers up and in to her pussy. As the water in the shower continued to run she plunged her digits in and out, frantically trying to recapture the feeling Pete had created inside her. Frustrated she decided she'd need assistance, so removing her fingers she turned to the bathroom door, opening it a crack to look out on to the landing. The coast was clear, she assumed Pete had made his way downstairs and was in the kitchen. Creeping along the landing Diana mentally browsed her choices; should she go for a dildo or vibrator, what about the big pink one, currently her favourite? As she came to a decision she pushed open her bedroom door and came face to face with Pete. He stood hunched over, one hand clutching at the chest of drawers, the other holding something around his cock, clearly he was very close to orgasm. The appearance of Diana in the doorway broke Pete's concentration and he stopped suddenly, then realising what was in his hand he hid the thong behind his back. Diana looked him up and down, his young body glimmering with a sheen of sweat once again, his face a portrait of shock and innocence and then his cock, still erect, jutting out, contradicting everything else about him.

Pete wanted to run from the room, but with his passage blocked by Diana he had no choice but to stand where he was. He knew he was in trouble, yes they'd fucked so being caught masturbating was technically no big deal, but in her bedroom, with her thong? After what they'd agreed on downstairs not fifteen minutes ago the evidence against him was damning.

Diana took a step in to the room, then another to bring her a foot or so away from Pete's heaving chest. Then with an unexpected movement of her hand she grabbed his cock and pulled him toward her body.

"Obviously you didn't get quite enough downstairs," she snarled at him.

"No. Yes, no," he stuttered. "I mean, I just."

"You just what?" Diana asked. "It seems to me that there's one of two possible truths here. Either I'm no good and you needed more, or I'm so good and you still want me so you were fantasising about me, using my underwear-" she reached behind him and yanked the thong from his hand, "to wank."

"Not at all..." Pete began lamely, desperately trying to fathom a half-believable excuse. Diana stood in delight at the look of panic and confusion on his face, wondering how long to give him to think of an excuse and dig himself a deeper hole. Her hand clumsily tugged again at his member, then again, it felt heavy and thick. She loosened her grip and slid her fingers around it more comfortably, then slipped her hand up and down repeatedly, watching Pete's expression as it grew.

"Obviously I didn't finish my job properly," she said smiling and quickening her pace. Pete groaned at the sensation of her soft palm and fingers manipulating him so expertly. Then joined by Diana's free hand on his balls, first cupping and then pulling lightly, it felt so good.

"Wait!" Pete exclaimed pulling himself free and stepping back from Diana. "No. No we can't, we can't do this to Andrew."

"I don't want to do it to Andrew, I want to do it to you." Diana said with a grin and step forward again. Pete took another step back.

"You know that's not what I mean. It's wrong, it's really really wrong." Diana stepped forward again and with the lightest push forced Pete to fall back on to the bed behind him. He immediately raised his body up on his elbows and moved to stand again only to find Diana standing with her legs either side of his, clamping his knees between hers.

"You're right Pete, so very very wrong, yet so incredibly good." She hitched the towel up a little and crawled on to the bed on top of him. Then once more taking his cock in her hand she raised her body up above his midriff and lowered it again, teasing the tip of him along her wet labia. Pete groaned but grabbed at Diana's thighs, trying to tip her to one side.

"That's not very nice Pete," she growled, grabbing his wrists and pulling his hands away. Her pussy still just touching his cock she leaned forward over him and pinned his hands just above his head, bringing her face level to his. Then with a violent drop she engulfed his cock in her sodden pussy, eliciting a loud groan from both of them. Rolling her hips she ground herself roughly on him, causing him to grunt, his breath hot against her face. She lowered her lips to his and tentatively kissed him, then again on his cheek and down the line of his jaw to his neck where she licked before nibbling delicately.

"Get off me," Pete demanded with unconvincing menace. In response Diana bit hard below his ear and ground herself with renewed aggression on his cock.

"There's nothing you can do, Pete," she whispered. "I'm going to fuck you until you admit you want me, I want your evidence shot deep inside me and then you can tell me you didn't want it." She raised herself off Pete and thudded herself back down, earning another grunt. Pete tried again in vain to tip Diana off and free himself but her knees gripped tight to his hips and her hands held his wrists firm. Whatever the rest of his body was saying, Pete's cock was saying loud and clear that he was enjoying himself, Diana was sure it felt bigger and thicker than earlier, she held it securely inside herself. She ached to have her nipples touched, pinched, pulled, anything, the towelling against her breasts rubbed but wasn't enough. Finally it was too much and she released Pete's hands and, yanking away the towel from her chest, she reached up and clamped each nipple between thumb and forefinger, pinching hard and loving the pain. Free from Diana's grasp Pete reached up to her and she was sure he was about to throw her to the side, but instead his hands fell on top of hers groping her breasts hard before pulling her down on top of himself by her nipples causing her to yelp in pain. Her yelp turned in to a wicked grin as her tongue snaked out and in to his mouth.

"I knew you wanted it," she groaned. "You want it so bad. You love this don't you? Huh? Now suck my tits." She grabbed a fistful of his hair and smothered him with her clammy breasts. Pete's tongue slithered across her skin until it found a nipple, he latched on to it and sucked hard momentarily then without warning he bit hard.

"That's for biting me." He growled in to her cleavage. Then in a single sudden movement he rolled to his left, until she fell on to the bed and he was on top of her. "Now we'll see who wants it." He took hold of her wrists as she had done to him and pinned her hands to the bed. None of her dominant attitude had gone with the reversed positions, if anything she renewed her authoritative tone, throwing her legs up and around Pete's waist and pulling him further in.

"God I love this," she sighed. "C'mon, harder." Pete thrust in to Diana violently, causing her to cry out, temporarily stopping him as he pulled back to thrust again. Diana's eyes opened wide and she looked up at him. "What the fuck are you stopping for?" She demanded, once more pulling him in with her legs. 

Given a moment to think Pete realised that he couldn't control Diana the way things were going. With a smile he repositioned so that he held both Diana's wrists in just one of his hands, then grabbing at one of her ankles he pulled it away from his back and freed himself from her grasp. With a laugh he pulled out of her and rested his throbbing cock on her mound.

"Put it back in you cunt," Diana growled.

"Not until you admit you want it more than I do." Pete said calmly through heavy breaths.

"Fuck you," Diana spat, then raising her hips off the bed she tried to feed her pussy back on to him. Pete laughed again as he easily kept himself out of her reach.

"You're going to have to try harder than that," he teased. Diana raised her hips again, with no more success than the first time. "Come on, fuck me," Pete taunted. "You know I want it."

"Come on, fuck me like a whore," Diana moaned with a seductive smile. "I'll suck your cock and ride you like a bitch."

"Pathetic," Pete said bluntly.

"If you fuck me I'll call a friend and when she gets here we'll sixty-nine for you." Diana's face became a picture of sincerity. Pete looked down at her.

"Which friend?" He asked suspiciously.

"Julia?" Diana offered.

"Call her now, if she agrees then you've got a deal." Pete let go of Diana's hands and reached across to the bedside cabinet for the telephone. Handing it to her he swallowed hard, his throat dry as his breathing evened out. Diana took the phone and tapped the number with her thumb. "Speaker phone," Pete instructed. Diana waited silently until Julia answered.

"Hi Jules," she began brightly. "Listen, I've got a proposition for you."

"Diana, d'you know what time it is?" Came the reply.

"Julia listen, I uh met someone after the pub last night."

"Who? What about Andrew?"

"Never mind about that. He's interested in a threesome-"

"Ha, aren't they all?"

"But listen, this one's worth it, trust me." After a moment's silence Julia spoke again.

"Are you with him now?" she asked hesitantly.

"Yes..." Diana replied.

"You're not doing it right now are you?"

"Believe me, if we were, you'd know."

"I tell you what, you two get on with it and if I like what I hear I'll be right there." Turning away from the phone to face Pete once more Diana grinned.

"You heard Julia," she said. "So come on, prove yourself and you'll get both of us." Pete hesitated, he wasn't sure he wanted an audience, however detached they were. "Come on," Diana coaxed. 

"Where's your lust gone?"

"Doesn't sound too promising to me." Julia's voice yawned through the phone. Diana sat up and put her face beside Pete's.

"Listen, all bullshit aside, the idea of being the meat in a sandwich between you and Julia has got me wetter than you can imagine," she whispered. "And right or wrong, fucking you is amazing, yes I want you, and I know you want me too. So make a show of it now, I'll make sure Julia knows how good you are and then you'll get the rest of the weekend to do whatever you like to both of us." She pulled away enough to look in to Pete's eyes, "Anything," she mouthed to him.

"I can't hear much going on," Julia complained.

"Just re-positioning," Diana said by way of explanation. She glared at Pete then rolled over on to her stomach and raised herself up on all fours, her arse pressed against his chest. Pete placed his palms against Diana's buttocks and edged back until he could drop his bare feet on to the carpet. Diana half expected him to disappear from the room but instead she felt a single digit pressed in to the warm wet folds on her pussy. Groaning she pushed back against it slowly.

"What's he doing?" Julia asked.

"He's got me on my hands and knees, he's finger-fucking me." Diana sighed, enjoying having her friend listening to them, then deciding that Pete could do with some encouragement she went on. "I just wish I had you spread open in front of me Jules. Another finger." She turned to look over her shoulder at Pete. He slipped in a second finger and pumped harder with them. Then, his confidence returning, he twisted them and crossed them inside her, simultaneously applying his thumb to her clit. Diana grunted and slumped forward, off her hands and on to her elbows.

"What was that?" Julia asked.

"He's better with his fingers than most guys are with their cocks," Diana groaned. "I can't wait to get that thing back inside me."

"I want to hear you cum for me." Julia said. "That includes you mystery man."

"You heard her," Julia said over her shoulder. "She wants to hear us cum, so how about getting that cock buried back in me?" Pete slapped Diana's arse hard and dug his fingers in to the flesh leaving indentations and a spreading red swell.

"That sounded painful." Julia laughed. "Don't tell me you're his bitch Diana."

"Oh trust me, if he doesn't stop pissing around and get on with it he'll be getting more than a spanking from me." Diana replied. Pete brought his hand back down with another stinging slap. "Stop doing that you bastard," Diana growled through gritted teeth.

"Make him kiss it better." Julia suggested. "She loves having that cute little butt of hers kissed better." 

"Yeah, get on your knees and eat me." Diana ordered. Pete pulled his fingers from her and for a moment she thought he might actually be doing as he'd been told. Then grasping one buttock in each hand he squeezed them hard, his thumbs pressing in to the sensitive skin around her anus. Diana squealed with surprise only to have her shock replaced as stepping forward Pete thrust his cock back in to her pussy.

"Oh fuck," she exclaimed.

"What?" Julia demanded.

"Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck," Diana repeated. "Oh god yes." She met each of Pete's thrusts, rolling her arse in an ellipse. Pete held her waist and pulled her hard back against himself, burying his pulsating cock completely. Reaching forward he grabbed a breast in each hand and squeezed them, his fingers again digging in to the flesh, then slipping down to her nipples which he pulled at, eliciting a protracted moan.

"I wish I could see what he's doing to you," Julia sighed. "You two've got me so wet."

"He's a fucking animal," Diana cried. "He's so deep in me, he's uh, ohfuck, he's going to exhaust me before you even get here."

"As long as he's got energy left for me." Julia laughed.

"God Jess, I want you to lick me clean, he can fuck you while you're doing it-fuckyes." Diana fell from her elbows, her face now pressed against the bed, her arms having given up entirely. Pete pulled out of her, his cock throbbing and sore, grabbing Diana's thighs he flipped her over on to her back and sunk to his knees on the floor. Before Diana had time to comprehend he'd lowered his mouth to her gaping pussy and began devouring it. He rolled his tongue around her swollen labia briefly and without ceremony before tunnelling his tongue as far as he could. Diana let out a long deep moan and after stretching her arms out she twisted her fingers through Pete's hair and held his head in place. She loved the relatively delicate attention her pussy was receiving as a contrast to the rampant abuse, Pete's tongue alternating between drawn-out strokes and leaping about like a landed fish. She could feel an orgasm boiling up inside her, the unmistakeable switch to urgent need rather than desire, the point of no return hurtling forward. Pulling Pete by his hair to bring his face level to her own she sunk her tongue forcefully in to his mouth, her fingernails finding their grip in his back. Pete's cock naturally found its way back to Diana's pussy and with the slightest movement he inched it back in.

"Wait," Diana breathed pulling her mouth free from his. She climbed out from under his body and knelt on the bed, facing away from him. "Behind me," she ordered. As Pete positioned himself behind Diana's glistening lithe body she grabbed the phone and tossing it on the pillows she fell forward, grabbing the high headboard with both hands.

"Finish her off," Julia said over the phone. "Let me hear you two scream." Pete gripped Diana's hips tightly and drove his cock hard inside her with a long moan.

"You love it, don't you?" Diana grinned over her shoulder. "Come on then, finish me off," she groaned.

"Fuck that filthy girl," Julia chipped in. "Fuck her like a whore."

"Fuck you Julia," Diana replied. "Fuck you very mu-uh-" Pete changed the angle of his hips and his thrusting cock began grazing Diana's G-spot. "Jess, you've got to have a go on this one," Diana growled. "Oh God Pete, I'm cumming, I'm cum-uh-ohfuck." Diana clamped Pete's cock firmly in her pussy, her body tensing for a moment before her orgasm shuddered through her, sucking Pete's own orgasm from him and firing his seed violently inside her. 

"Oh God that was outstanding," Diana sighed, her nails dug in to the wooden headboard. "Best fuck of my life." After a moment's silence, punctuated by the short, shallow breaths of Diana and Pete, Julia cleared her throat.

"Did you say 'Pete'?" she said. "Pete, as in Andrew's little brother, Pete?"



Pete's Weekend Ch. 03



Julia and Diana had met at university, they were both on the Graphic Design course and from their second year they were living in the same digs. Between them they could drink most of their fellow students under the table and consequently often stumbled back home on a Friday night without the boys they'd spent the evening trying to get off with. On one such occasion, horny, drunk, and boyless they'd found themselves semi-naked and entwined on the kitchen floor, their tongues exchanging beer-flavoured saliva and nicotine breath, their clumsy hands groping and tugging at clothing to seek out bare skin. After that, any night they got home alone they'd crawl in to bed together, an un-spoken agreement that one way or another they'd go to sleep with their lust satisfied.

When Andrew first met Diana her lesbian past was a rumour which played no small part in his attraction to her. She'd refuse to be drawn on the subject, neither denying nor confirming the stories which continued to circle the small group of ex-students who still lived in the city. Eventually, during a rough patch in their relationship, when she feared he was about to leave her, Diana told Andrew that she had indeed slept with several of the girls she'd been at uni with. Later she listened as Andrew re-told the story to his younger brother, exaggerating it vastly. She let Pete believe the lie, certain that he wasn't one to tell anyone else.

After university Julia had gone home to her parents for six months while she looked for a job, but the student lifestyle sucked her back to the city and she found herself accepting a job well below her ability. Once through the door of a design company she'd quickly been recognised as a talent and had climbed through the ranks, much to the annoyance of those who'd been her seniors when she'd started and were now her juniors. Julia had a habit of making enemies; her laid-back attitude to nearly everything coupled with her ability to simultaneously make everyone else look lazy meant people were often infuriated with her but had no idea why.

Diana and Andrew had been together for four years now, with minor breaches of fidelity on both sides. They'd met when Diana was one year out of university, aged twenty-four to Andrew's twenty-three. 

Pete was born nine years after Andrew and always found it hard living in his shadow. When he'd finished college his parents had said 'university or job', and Pete had walked out to spite them. Andrew had been instructed by his parents to take his younger brother in and encourage him to start working, their parents were paying him Pete's keep each week, an arrangement Andrew had found beneficial to keep secret. 

After leaving his parent's house Pete had been considering university, he'd done well enough at college to get on to the language courses he'd liked the look of and the idea of being around people his own age again rather than being part of the adoptive circle of friends he shared with his brother and Diana appealed to him. He'd got some part-time work which he'd kept secret, aided by the long hours Andrew worked, he'd paid off his overdraft and now had the means to pay his first year tuition fees. He'd been ready to announce his plans to Andrew and Diana when Andrew had ruined everything by suggesting that maybe Pete should get a job and start paying rent. 'Fuck him' Pete had raged to himself for the rest of that day, then stubbornly resolved not to tell a damn person and just start his course in September. Where he'd live while he was at uni was still something which needed some consideration. Now a month in to his course he was still hoping to find a room somewhere soon and the pile of reading material was getting too big to hide in the suitcase he was living out of. So now he'd spend his days attending lectures and seminars or at the library and sit-up at night, writing-up his notes whilst listening to Andrew's and Diana's grunts and moans floating down through the ceiling.

So, here he was, kneeling beside his brother's girlfriend, a weekend he'd planned on using to study rapidly disappearing, defeated by lust. Now he was spent the seemingly insatiable desire which had filled him at the promise of seeing the rumours about Diana's past played out again for his viewing pleasure was gone. No doubt it would return soon enough but Julia had sounded a little shocked and perhaps even a tiny bit angry at learning who Diana's adulterous partner was. "Is it Pete?" Julia asked again. Diana and Pete looked at each other, their chests heaving as they gulped down air, the situation once more dawning on them with all it's accusations.

"Um, yes," Diana said finally. Julia didn't say anything for a few moments then sighed.

"I'll be right over, I can't have this conversation on the phone." She hung up and Diana replaced the phone on the bedside cabinet.

"What now?" Pete asked.

"We take a shower and get dressed I guess, let me talk to Julia, I'll sort everything out, don't worry about it." Diana stood up and pulled open a drawer, pulling out clean underwear and walking from the room.

An hour later Pete and Diana sat on opposite sides of the kitchen table, both clutching mugs of coffee and avoiding eye contact. At last the doorbell rang and Diana rose, her chair scraping back across the tiled floor. She made her way through the ground floor to the front door and Pete heard her open it, followed by indistinct talking, he could tell by the tone that it wasn't a happy, full-of-smiles and 'how have you been?' greeting. As the voices got closer he could make out Diana's, defensive and playing the victim.

"I don't see what difference it makes that it's him." They entered the kitchen and Diana pointed at Pete sitting meekly at the table.

"Hi," Pete said, looking at Julia and smiling weakly.

"Hi Pete," Julia replied as if he didn't feature in the discussion at all. "Of course it makes a difference Diana, he's Andrew's brother, you can fuck around but not so close to home."

"That makes no sense, cheating is cheating, there's not degrees of cheating." Diana sat back at the table while Julia poured herself a mug of coffee.

"So you really can't see a difference between cheating with a total stranger or cheating with him?" Julia pointed her thumb at Pete as she sat at the head of the table. Diana looked back and forth between Pete and Julia and then shrugged and shook her head. "OK, so you know Andrew's cheated on you in the past, right?" Julia said.

"Is that true?" Pete asked, feeling he should make a contribution. 

"So, how would you feel if he cheated on you with your little sister, yes I know you don't have one, but suppose you did?" Julia paused and took a sip of her coffee. Diana seemed to think the question over for a while.

"No worse than I'd feel if he cheated on me with a complete stranger."

"Bullshit Diana. OK, how about this, what if he slept with your mother?"

"I would be really quite disturbed if he did that," Diana said.

"So you admit there's degrees of cheating?" Julia grinned.

"OK, OK, there's degrees of cheating but it's not knowing the person which makes it worse, I'm not freaked out by the prospect of Andrew fucking my mum, I'm freaked out by the prospect of him fucking anyone like that, my mum, your mum, Mrs Baker next-door. It's that he'd be getting something from it that he couldn't get from me."

"No way, if anything that would make it less of an insult, that's like a butcher being offended that you're getting your bread somewhere else, different things entirely." Julia shook her head, totally confused by Diana's inability to grasp her argument.

"Well, maybe Pete gave me something Andrew couldn't, d'you think of that?"

"No offence Pete," Julia said without turning to look at him, "I sincerely doubt he's giving you anything Andrew isn't, or couldn't."

"Trust me Jules, he can, and did." Diana reached out and put her hand on Julia's before turning to smile knowingly at Pete. Julia had to admit that it sounded as if Diana had been getting the fuck of a lifetime when she'd been listening earlier.

"But still Di, it's Pete, he's like your brother practically, and he's only what, eighteen?"

"Nineteen," Pete corrected. 

"Exactly," Diana sighed, "I'd forgotten what sleeping with a teenager is like, he's got so much energy." 

The conversation had ground to a halt, it was clear to both women that they weren't going to convince the other that they were wrong, The three sat and drank their coffee in silence, all turning to watch out the window as a cat appeared from nowhere and tried an impromptu massacre of the bird population in the overgrown back garden. As Julia drained her mug and placed it back on the table Diana asked if she'd like another, then rose to get her a refill.

"I started at university," Pete said quietly as if it were no big deal. Diana returned with the three refilled mugs and set them down on the table.

"Pardon?" she said.

"I said I started at university," Pete wasn't looking at her, he was still absently gazing out the window, trying to not let his body betray the panic his mind was going through, stupid thing to say, stupid stupid.

"What!? How?" Diana reached across the table and turned his head so that he faced her, his eyes dropped down, focusing on his fresh coffee.

"I take it this is a big deal?" Julia said.

"Yes," Diana replied. "What are you studying? What this university?" She pointed in the general direction of the university campus across the city. Pete nodded, slowly realising that the news had been taken as a good thing and that telling Diana when Andrew wasn't around was a stroke of genius.

"I got on the language course I wanted." He took a sip of the hot coffee and managed a little smile to himself.

"But how are you paying your tuition?" 

"I got a part-time job at a hotel over the summer, paid back my overdraft and had just enough."

"Is that where you were all summer, we thought you'd got yourself a secret girlfriend. Well done Pete, that's excellent news, why didn't you tell us earlier?" Diana gave him a broad grin.

"Andrew's been asking me for rent, I don't think he'll be too happy that instead of getting a job I'm studying." Pete's smile disappeared as he realised how right he was, and there was no way that Diana would be able to keep this a secret.

"Did you tell your parents?" Diana asked, Pete shook his head as he looked up from his coffee.

"I'm definitely not telling them." He spat the last word as if they were the worst kind of scum.

"What's wrong with your parents?" Julia asked, turning to show her confused expression to Diana.

"Last year, when he finished at college they took him out for a meal, me and Andrew went too, they made a big fuss of him, then his mum started on about him going to university and his dad chipped in and suggested he get a job. Evidently they went on like that for the next week until he showed up here with a suitcase full of his stuff and asked if he could sleep on our couch."

"Ouch," Julia replied, "that's not great, is it."

"Still, I think they'd like to know that you're back in education now." Diana tried a diplomatic smile.

"They don't deserve to know," Pete muttered.

"I'm sure that if you told them and tried to patch things up they'd let you move back in with them, at least then you'd have a bed to sleep in and somewhere proper to study." Diana stared across the table at him but he didn't reply.

"Besides, how long d'you think Andrew's going to put up with thinking you're not working or studying?" Diana continued, "Eventually he'll send you back to them anyway, then what? You're going to live on the streets? Crash at a different student house each night? Yeah, I'm sure you'll do really well on your degree living like that." Diana was angry now, she'd had to work her way through university and here Pete was with a free place to live if he'd just swallow his pride. "Stop being so fucking pig-headed Pete, call your parents and let them know."

"Sounds like you don't have much of a choice Pete," Julia interjected. Pete remained silent, watching his abstract reflection dance in the ripples of his black coffee.

"Fine." Diana kicked back her chair as she stood from the table and marched out of the kitchen. For a second Pete thought she was leaving but a wave of realisation hit him as he heard the cheerful beep of the phone in the living room being lifted from it's cradle. He jumped up and ran to Diana, followed by Julia. He snatched the phone from her hand as she jabbed at the buttons with her thumb.

"One way or another Pete, I'm going to let your parents know you're at uni." Pete held the phone away from Diana and stood between her and the door. "Julia can you run upstairs and get my phone from the bedroom?" she asked calmly. Julia stood behind Pete, looking in to the room over his shoulder.

"I think we should all calm down and try to talk this over properly." Julia pushed gently past Pete and walked in to the room, positioning herself between the two of them. "Both of you, sit down." The pair remained standing. "OK, Diana, will you agree not to try and call his parents if he agrees to just listen?" Diana nodded slowly. "And Pete, she's not going to call your parents, so will you just sit down for a minute, I'm sure we can sort this out." 

Pete moved across the room and sat at one end of the couch, pushing his duvet out the way. Diana sat on the other side of the room on the armchair, scowling at him. Julia sat on the other end of the couch, nearest the door.

"Pete," Julia started, "don't you agree that you need somewhere more stable to study?" Pete shrugged his shoulders, then seeing that this didn't seem to suffice he nodded almost imperceptibly.

"I suppose," he said.

"And Diana, don't you agree that running to tell his parents like he's a misbehaving child is not a good way to start trying to rebuild his relationship with them?"

"I wouldn't have to treat him like a child if he didn't act like one," Diana said.

"Right, so- what's that?" Julia's hand had been resting on the couch but now she lifted it to her face. "What's this wet patch?" she said, then sniffed her fingers. Diana and Pete exchanged guilty glances. "Jesus, you two didn't do it here too did you? I think you might have stained this couch." Diana leapt up and moved to inspect the dark patch.

"Christ, how are we going to explain that to Andrew, one small sniff and it's pretty obvious what it is." Diana looked up at Pete form her kneeling position on the floor. "You know what he's like, he's not going to think you brought a girl back here last night, he's going to think I brought a guy back here."

"Diana calm down," Julia said slowly, "it'll be OK."

"And what about the bed, crap crap crap, we need to wash the bed before he gets home."

"Diana, he's not due home until tomorrow evening, there's plenty of time to straighten everything out, don't worry about it." Pete leaned back in the chair, pleased to have something else to talk about.

"Guys?" Julia was straining to see out of the front window, she stood and step to the middle of the room to better her view. "We might have a little less time, that'd be Andrew getting out of a taxi." Diana and Pete shot up and looked out the window.

"Right," Diana said quickly. "You two, get under that duvet, I'll tell him you slept together last night, I'll stall him and when you get a chance, get in our bedroom and strip the sheets of the bed, toss them in the laundry and open the window up, fucking wide." Pete and Julia looked at each other. "Now!" Diana growled.

"Sounds like the best plan we've got," Julia said and began unbuttoning her blouse. Pete pulled his tee-shirt off over his head and dropped it on the floor, he lay at the back of the couch and pulled the duvet up, holding it for Julia to lay beside him. 

Diana remained standing in the centre of the room, watching Andrew out the window, he always argued with taxi drivers, thank god.

Julia lay on the couch beside Pete and he wrapped the duvet around her, simultaneously putting his bare arm across her chest and pulling her back against himself. The strap on her bra was uncomfortable against his chest, his face was buried in her dark curls and Pete felt a million miles away from laying in a post-coital embrace but he thought that just maybe the subterfuge would work. He suddenly felt ridiculous; he'd stripped down to his boxer shorts whereas Julia had kept her jeans on, the denim cold and rough against his bare legs.

"Here he comes," Diana hissed as she darted out of the room, she poked her head back in, "remember, when I've got him out the way, get the sheets off the bed and then make yourselves scarce." She disappeared again as she heard Andrew slotting his key in to the front door.

The door opened and Andrew chucked his bags on hall floor.

"Fucking taxi drivers," he muttered, then looked up and saw Diana standing silently before him. "Hi," he said.

"Hi honey, was the conference cancelled?" she stepped forward and wrapped her arms around him.

"The conference was bullshit." He stepped out of her embrace and walked the few steps to the living room door, knocking it open and taking a few steps inside. He looked down at the couch and saw Pete and Julia laying in each other's arms. Julia looked up at him briefly before snuggling back against Pete.

"Hi Andrew," she said.

"Christ I don't know which of you I feel more sorry for. Got a job yet Pete? Course not." He stalked from the room again and found Diana still standing in the hallway. "I'm going to get changed," he stated and turned to the stairs.

"How about a shower?" Diana said quickly.

"I took one at the hotel before I left," Andrew replied as he continued up the stairs. Diana ran after him and grabbed his arm on the landing, turning him around before he reached their bedroom door.

"No, I meant a shower, with me." She took hold of his hand and slipped it around her waist and down on to her arse, looking up in to his eyes innocently. "I've missed you," she purred, "I've needed you." She pulled him by his hand in to the bathroom and locked the door. He stood and watched as she turned on the shower then pulled her tee-shirt off over her head. She dropped to her knees in front of him and stroked his cock through his beige trousers, leaning in to plant delicate kisses along the growing bulge. Opening her mouth she gently bit the thick erection and looked up at him giggling.

"Tell me," she said.

"Tell you what?" Andrew asked.

"Tell me you want it."

"Suck my cock," Andrew grinned. Diana undid his belt and pulled his trousers down to reveal the tent in his silk shorts. She grasped him in one hand while she made a show of groping herself with the other, after feeling Pete's cock and experiencing what he was capable of she wasn't thrilled by the prospect of Andrew's comparatively clumsy technique but she knew what she had to do. She closed her mouth over his silk-covered cock and gave him a tug with her lips, then in a lightning movement she yanked his shorts down. His cock sprang up and bobbed in front of her. She forced a smile and sank her lips over his head, circling it hastily with her tongue before slipping her mouth down until he filled her. Making a ring of her finger and thumb she frantically pumped his shaft as she sucked him, throwing in some moans for good measure and hoping that he'd cum quickly. She pulled her face away from him and looked up at his monstrous grin.

"I love sucking your cock Andrew, I want you to fuck my mouth, I want to be your cum whore." She knew he loved her to talk dirty to him and that the quickest way to get him off would be to behave like a cheap whore. She sucked his cock back in to her mouth and continued pumping him with her fist trying to imagine it was Pete standing before her, his luscious cock hanging there, waiting for her attention to bring it to life, she imagined a slow fuck on a grassy riverbank under the shade of a willow. Andrew's hand on the back of her head broke her daydream and reminded her that he was about to cum. With a struggle she managed to disengage her mouth from him and move back.




Pete's Weekend Ch. 03



"Not yet baby," she tutted, "not in there." Andrew reached to grab the back of her head once more but she dodged aside with a chuckle and rose to her feet, kicking off her jeans and panties. She stepped in to the shower and rested one foot up on a low ledge where the glass screen met the deep tiled base. Spreading her pussy with her fingers she motioned for Andrew to join her. He pulled his trousers off over his feet and unbuttoned his shirt, his eyes fixed on her as she unhooked her soaking bra and tossed it out on to the bathroom floor. As Andrew stepped in under the water she was tempted to push him to his knees and force her pussy against his unsuspecting mouth, grind herself against him until he gave her an orgasm, but he was too quick. He stepped between her legs and lifted her off her feet, clutching a thigh in each hand and spreading her legs as he pinned her to the back of the shower. With a single violent thrust he was inside her. 

The rampant fucking which she'd always enjoyed with Andrew now seemed cold and heartless after the passionate and frantic sex she'd enjoyed with Pete. Now she imagined Andrew saw her as a hole, a depository for his sperm. 

"You like fucking me," she growled at him, the downpour keeping her eyes in a constant blinking state. "You like being inside my cunt with that huge cock, fucking my brains out." Andrew just grunted a reply and thrust harder, Diana's legs crossed behind him and slipped up and down his lower back with each jolt of his hips. Pete was better than Andrew in so many ways it hardly seemed fair comparing the two of them but Diana doubted that he had the strength to lift her off her feel and take her weight for a prolonged period like Andrew was doing now. His thrusts suddenly slowed, coming harder and deeper until with a grunt he shot his cum inside her and leaned forward with his forehead pressed against the back of the shower beside Diana. A few moments later he lowered her until her feet found the ground. She stepped out from under his bent form and washed herself quickly while he recovered.

"I'll go make you something to eat," she said happily, "that was amazing, I've never cum so hard in my life."She opened the shower door and stepped out, closing it on Andrew's silent figure, still hunched against the back wall. Collecting up her discarded clothes and wrapping one of the towels around her body she slipped out of the bathroom and along the short landing to their bedroom, with a sigh of relief she saw that the bed had been stripped completely and the window was as wide open as it could be. She pulled on clean clothes and hurried downstairs to talk to Pete and Julia. 

In the kitchen she found the washing machine already slowly spinning, the coffee mugs washed and sitting upturned on the draining board and a sheet of paper covered with the intricate swirls of Julia's handwriting.

'We've gone out for coffee, hope everything is OK. We might see you again later. Julia and Pete.'



Pete's Weekend Ch. 04



Pete sat beside Julia in her car as they turned out of the cul-de-sac and on to the main road. Both now fully dressed they had raced around the small house eradicating any trace of what had gone on over the last twelve hours then left quietly. Pete was in a good mood; he was certain now that his illicit behaviour with Diana would remain a secret from Andrew and that as long as no more was said about it to Julia, the possibility of a repeat performance was not entirely unlikely. He drummed his hands on his knees and looked out of the window. A thought occurred to him and he laughed quietly to himself.

"What?" Julia asked.

"No, it's nothing," Pete smiled.

"Tell me."

"Well, I know we just got through that by the skin of our teeth and I should be feeling very lucky right now, but, well..."

"What?" Julia demanded turning briefly to look at him and smiling when she saw his mischievous expression.

"Well, I can't help feeling slightly cheated."

"You're kidding me, right?" she exclaimed. "You just screwed your brother's girlfriend, twice, and in all probability got away with it, how have you been cheated?"

"I seem to recall the promise of seeing Diana and your lovely self locked in a sixty-nine, yet here I am without that image seared in to my memory." He chuckled again, knowing he was on thin ice. Julia didn't say a word, she just picked up a street map from the dashboard and whacked it on Pete's thigh with a laugh.

They pulled in to a petrol station and Julia grabbed her purse before opening her door.

"Gotta fill her up-don't even think it." She slammed the door behind her and stepped to the pump. Pete looked around the interior of the car, it was clean. A box of tissues in the back, a bag of sweets on the dashboard and some CDs in a folder on the back seat. He'd met Julia fairly often, but admittedly less so in the last year since he'd been living with Diana and his brother. When Andrew had told him that Diana had a promiscuous lesbian past he'd assumed immediately that Julia had featured heavily in it. He imagined them in a university dorm room together, naked legs entwined, breasts mashed together, soft whimpers of pleasure as they ground their pussies together. He wondered if Julia still had lesbian relationships now, he couldn't recall hearing anything about who she was with, ever. He watched her walk to the squat building across the forecourt and decided that whoever she was in a relationship with was a very lucky person; her legs stretched up to a tight little arse, her thin blouse flapped in the wind reminding him of her back against his chest, her breasts under his arm, they'd been more than a handful, and firm too. She reappeared from the building, clutching her purse and a folded magazine, she smiled playfully as she walked toward the car, her hips swaying a little, the corners of her mouth turning up as if she was enjoying a private joke. Reaching the car she pulled open the door and tossed the magazine on to Pete's lap, it unfolded to show an absurdly perfect female model in a G-string, her nipples covered by two little yellow stars.

"'Lesbo Dreams'" Pete read aloud.

"D'you have any idea how long it took me to find one with two girls in a sixty-nine?" Julia started the car and slipped back on to the road. Pete opened the magazine and began slowly turning the pages. They drove in silence for a few minutes until Pete began reading out a selection from the 'Readers' Letters' page, after a few minutes they were both laughing and Pete was finding it difficult to keep reading.

"I noticed there was a section at the back," Julia sighed, wiping a tear from the corner of her eye. "Part four of their Karma Sutra series. Let's have a look at that." Pete flicked to the back of the magazine and then skimmed forward until he found the beginning of the segment. True to the magazine's name every position was posed by two girls. As Pete turned each page Julia would look across.

"I've done that one," she said jabbing randomly at the page closest her. "And that one." Pete turned the page again. "That one's physically impossible," she declared.

"They're managing it," Pete replied.

"Well firstly they're both girls and secondly, d'you see any penetration there? There's no way a guy in that position could get himself inside a woman in that position." As she spoke her finger pointed at the image, as she briefly turned her head.

"I could," Pete argued.

"I doubt it." 

"Sounds like a challenge to me," Pete replied matter-of-factly.

"Yeah, you wish it was a challenge," Julia laughed. "Anyway, I don't need you to try an prove to me that it's possible, I know empirically that it' can't be done."

"Empirrily?" Pete asked, doubtful that it was even a word.

"Empirically, from experience," Julia explained. 

"Where are we going?" Pete asked, realising they'd run from his brother's house and jumped in Julia's car without any discussion.

"We're going to my place," Julia replied, "and before you get any ideas about what that means, I've got work to do. The only reason you're here is that Diana told us to go and you got in my car with me."

"What am I going to do at your place then?" Pete asked.

"I don't know, walk back to Andrew's, your parents live close to me don't they, go and see them. Y'know you have to talk to them again some when, right?"

"Yeah, some when." Pete closed the magazine and folded his arms.

Julia realised she wasn't the right person to be lecturing Pete about his relationship with his parents and returned to safer territory.

"So, why d'you do it?" she asked. "Sleep with Diana I mean," she continued when he didn't answer.

"Oh, I dunno, it just kind of happened I guess."

"Bullshit Pete, things like that don't just 'kinda happen'. You wanted to right?" Julia gave a nod of thanks as another driver let her pull away from the junction. 

"Yeah, I did," Pete replied.

"Did?" Julia echoed, "meaning you don't want to any more?"

"Well Diana's Andrew's girlfriend, I can't really, can I?"

"You couldn't do it the first time, now you've done it once it hardly makes a difference if you do it again." Julia's phone let out a little beeping tone and she lifted it, jabbing a few buttons before dropping back on to the dashboard. "OK, was it good?" 

"Yeah," Pete said trying to sound relaxed about it.

"Yeah, that's it, 'yeah', it sounded a lot better than that to me."

"Well why are you asking me then?" Pete sighed, he was getting annoyed with Julia's constant questions.

"I remember when we used to do it at uni, sometimes we'd spend all day in bed together, if Diana is half as good at sucking cock as she was at eating my pussy then you must've had one hell of a fuck."

"You two really slept together at university?" Pete asked, shifting in his seat as the image of the two of them writhing naked on a bed flashed across his mind.

"Yeah, didn't you know that?" Julia shot him a glance.

"I always assumed it was something Diana told Andrew to keep him interested."

"No, we really did. For two years we lived together and we spent a lot of it fucking each other." Julia gave a little smile as she remembered the fun university had been, then turned to ask Pete something and noticed the bulge in his jeans. She smiled to herself again, mischievously. "I loved having Di's face buried in my pussy, we'd get up in the morning and sit on the couch and all I had to do was open my robe and she'd slide on to the floor on her knees and eat me, sliding her tongue inside me, tasting me before crawling up and sharing my juice with me while I jammed my fingers in her hot, begging cunt." As she spoke she cast furtive glances across at Pete sitting silently, his eyes fixed on the road ahead, the bulge in his trousers had grown impressively.

They were speeding along a quiet road through the countryside now, twenty minutes from Julia's home-town.

"God, I'd love to get Diana's mouth on me again, now you've got me thinking about it I don't know why we ever stopped. Maybe I'll give her a call later and see if she wants to come over. We could call up some of our other friends, get some whipped cream and have a little orgy." Julia wriggled in her seat. "I'm getting wet just thinking about that." She looked across at Pete again and saw his flushed face, she reached over and squeezed his thigh softly. "I'm just teasing Petey," she giggled. Her hand slid a little further and on to his cock straining in his jeans. "Wow, that really did it for you, didn't it?" she asked trying to squeeze him but failing to get a hold.

"Are you surprised?" Pete replied, finally breaking his silence.

"You like the idea of me and Diana together don't you? I'm sorry, I didn't mean to push it so far. You probably can't wait to get to a bathroom or something, right?" Pete didn't reply. "You can do it here if you like, there's tissues in the back." Pete turned and looked at Julia with incredulity. "Really," she nodded with what she hoped was a sincere expression. Pete didn't move. "Really, go for it, you haven't got anything I haven't seen plenty of times before."

Hesitantly Pete unbuckled his belt and undid his jeans then began awkwardly shuffling on his seat in an attempt to lower them.

"Here," Julia said, reaching over and pulling the lever to lower his seat, "makes it a bit easier, doesn't it."

In his reclined position Pete found it a lot easier to pull his cock free from his jeans. It sprang out and pointed skywards, already wet. Julia looked over and Pete caught her eye.

"You're wondering if I think it's big, aren't you?" Julia said casually. Pete didn't reply. "I'll say this, it's big enough and from what I heard this morning you certainly know what you're doing with it."

This seemed praise enough and Pete wrapped his hand around his length and began to pump up and down furiously, the images of Julia and Diana locked in a lover's embrace, sweat glistening on their skin. They were both gorgeous now, he could only imagine what they'd looked like when they were nineteen. He imagined he'd been there, walking in on them, then invited to join them, laid on the bed and stripped, first one then two mouths pleasuring his throbbing cock, then a sweet hairless pussy appearing above his face and slowly lowered, his tongue gently probing, tasting the nectar while unbelievable oral acts were performed on his cock.

Julia watched as Pete lay back, his eyes closed, and furiously tugged at his cock. She remembered that after stumbling in to her friend's house the previous night, having failed to find a guy, or a girl for that matter, to bring home with her, she'd promised herself a long, slow session with her vibrator later that day. Pete looked like he was going for some kind of world record, his face red and his hand a blur.

Julia pulled off the quiet road they were on and along a track between the trees, as soon as they'd rounded a corner and the road was out of sight she stopped the car, apparently without Pete noticing. She turned in her seat and watched him for a short while before clearing her throat meaningfully. Pete's eyes opened and he looked across at her, his hand stopped suddenly and his expression dropped.

"What?" he asked, worried about what the reply would be.

"Nothing, I just wanted to watch," Julia replied with a smile. "Carry on." Pete kept his eyes on her as his hand slowly started to move again. "Why is it," Julia began, "that guys insist on yanking on their cocks so hard and fast, are you worried it's your last chance or something?" She noticed Pete had stopped again and was looking at her. "Sorry," she whispered. She watched him start again but a few seconds later felt compelled to continue. "You know how long I took last time I masturbated? An hour and a half, and that's only because I was tired and wanted to go to sleep. Doesn't it feel a lot better if you take it slowly?" 

She reached over and placed her hand on top of Pete's, dictating the pace, stroking him up and down with long, slow movements. Pete opened his eyes again and looked up at Julia kneeling on her seat and leaning over him. His eyes traced over the side of her face and down her obscured neck to her breasts, encased in a tight black tee-shirt under her open blouse.

"Isn't that better?" she asked.

"Much," Pete breathed as he released his grip and moved his hand aside. As he'd hoped Julia's hand gently took hold of him and continued working up and down in a lazy ellipse. He put his arms up and behind his head, intent on enjoying Julia's attention as much as possible.

"Don't think I haven't noticed what's happened," Julia sighed, "I'm not bothered. I don't mind getting you off with my hand, especially if you're learning how to do it properly." Her thumb moved up and swept briefly across his slick head while the rest of her fingers continued their expert machinations. He felt thick and heavy in her palm, it was a good feeling to be in control of him, in control of his cock, while he just lay back. Usually guys wanted to dominate her, they'd be happy to let her jerk them off so long as they could grope her in some way at the same time, or their rough fingers would be trying to work their way inside her jeans, seeking out her pussy and penetrating her savagely. 

Pete sighed and Julia looked across at his face, a smile spread across it. With a grin she held her hair aside and lowered her mouth, closing her lips around the head of Pete's cock. It was hot in her mouth and she sucked it briefly before pulling her closed lips away with a soft pop. She looked over at Pete again, his eyes open now and staring at her. She tilted her head to one side and Pete nodded in agreement. With a smile she lowered her head once more, taking as much as she could in her mouth and wrapping her tongue around it before ascending again, dragging her tongue along the base and probing the back of his head with it. He groaned and removed his hands from behind his head, placing them by his sides.

Julia's hand encircled the base of Pete's cock and pumped it softly as she lowered her mouth, enveloping him once more and sucking hard, tasting his leaking juice and wondering why she hadn't done this as soon as they'd got in the car. She bobbed her head up and down, her free hand holding her hair up, partly so it didn't get in the way and partly so Pete could watch her mouth.

"You like me sucking your cock Pete?" she asked, raising her head momentarily. Pete nodded. "Say it," she said.

"I love you sucking my cock," Pete groaned.

Julia raised her head again and gently slapped the thick member against her tongue a few times.

"I love sucking your cock too," she purred, looking him in the eye, "I want you to cum in my mouth Petey, you want to do that?" She dropped her mouth back down and held him tight between her lips while her tongue lashed at his head and her hand pumped him. "You want to shoot your hot cum in to my throat?" she asked, barely removing his cock from her mouth first. "Say it," she ordered.

"I want my cum in your dirty mouth," Pete groaned, "oh god, suck me, harder."

Julia redoubled her efforts; her hand pumping as furiously as she'd admonished Pete for earlier, her lips dragging up his cock and sinking back down while she covered every inch of his pulsing head with licks. As she felt his body tense she quickly withdrew her mouth and flicked her tongue across the underside of his head, causing him to moan loudly.

Pete's eyes were fixed on Julia's talented mouth as the orgasm ripped through his body, closing down on his crotch, and centring on his head as her tongue managed to flip a little switch and give him the most intense orgasm he'd ever experienced. He watched as his cum shot up and between Julia's lips on to her tongue. She lowered her mouth once more and sucked another spurt out of him, then rose up to lick the last oozing smudges from him. He breathed deeply and watched her clean first him and then her own mouth with her tongue.

Julia sat back in her own seat, her back protesting at the strain she'd put it through by leaning over for so long. It'd been a while since she'd put so much effort in to getting a guy off. She smiled as she looked at Pete's exhausted expression, he looked back at her and managed a smile of his own.

"How was that?" Julia asked.

"Breath-taking," Pete replied.

"You're telling me," Julia said with a grin and a sigh.

"It was, mind-blowing." Pete gave her a broad smile and tucked his cock back inside his boxer shorts and sorted out his jeans.

"So, how long after you cum can you usually get erect again?" Julia asked as she turned the key in the ignition. Pete laughed.

"Why?" he asked. "I guess it'll be a little while yet, that was my third today, maybe an hour or so."

"Good, we're going to my place now. And my work'll have to wait until tomorrow."



Pete's Weekend Ch. 05



Julia rolled over and slowly opened her eyes. Her bedroom was bright with mid-morning light and the smell of breakfast wafted through from the kitchen. As usual she'd awoken to find her body draped diagonally across the bed. She grinned to herself and stretched her arms up above her head, her hands searching the bedside table for her phone and bringing it down to check the time. It was a little after ten, a perfectly reasonable time to be in bed on a Saturday.

Lazily she wriggled her hips across the bed and lowered her feet to the ground. The big, thick rug was soft and warm under her bare soles and she stepped quickly from it to cross the cold wood floor to the carpeted hallway. She checked herself in the hall mirror, tucking her hair back behind one ear and adjusting the little chemise she'd got in to the habit of wearing. The tan she'd got on their holiday was beginning to fade and regardless of what the girls in the office suggested she absolutely refused to spend time on a sun-bed or getting sprayed. As it was her thighs still looked golden as they disappeared beneath the ivory silk she wore. 

She leaned in the doorway, happily watching Pete as he moved about the kitchen making breakfast, he was dressed already, presumably he'd been out to get ingredients. She loved that about him: by the time she was awake he'd invariably have got up, gone out and come back, it was like he needed to check that the world was still working before he could relax. 

The food smelled delicious, for a moment she considered sneaking back to bed, feigning sleep when he came to wake her. She'd enjoy the way his fingers would creep up her bare arms, delicately making their way to her cheek, even with her eyes closed she'd know he was drinking her in. Sometimes she would deliberately lay in a provocative pose, her chemise high on her legs, her shaven lips on display, or the thin fabric clumsily pulled aside enough for a breast to spill out. 

If she really wanted his attention she'd lay on her front, her butt thrust up a little more than was probable for a sleeping figure to achieve naturally. Her chemise pulled up to reveal her pert, firm buttocks and, depending on her mood, her legs parted to expose her expectation. It never failed, Pete would crawl on to the bed and run his hands up the back of her legs until he reached her arse, his thumbs stroking up the soft crevice as he gently lifted her hips. She'd moan sleepily, her eyes wide open as she bit her lip and awaited the inevitable, then it'd come.

Not today though, she was starving and sex could wait.

"Bi-lingual, a god in bed, and you can cook," she said loudly, pushing away from the door and strolling happily towards him.

"If only I were rich you'd have it made," Pete replied, smiling as he turned and placed a plate on the table.

"Who needs money when we've got food and sex?" Julia said, running her hands through his hair as she reached up to kiss him.

Pete's hands snaked down her back and clutched her buttocks beneath the thin fabric, his fingers pressing firmly in to her flesh and going to lift her as their mouths slowly, comfortably met.

"Food first though," Julia giggled, breaking the kiss and reaching back to pull Pete's reluctant hands away.

"How did you sleep?" he asked, turning back to the kitchen to begin tidying the mess.

"Like a log," Julia replied, sliding in to her seat and starting on the pile of food. "Well, except for some time around three this morning, I woke up to find an extremely well-hung young man giving me what I can only describe as the fucking of my life. You didn't notice anything did you?"

"Afraid not," Pete replied innocently.

"That's a shame," Julia said between mouthfuls, "I was hoping I could ask him to do it again."

"Well if I see him I'll pass on your request," he nodded thoughtfully, rinsing the pans and setting them down to drain.

"This really is delicious," Julia smiled, shaking her head as she chewed her way through her breakfast. "Did you eat already?"

"Yeah," Pete replied, drying things and putting them away. "There's always room for more though."

He stood behind Julia and leaned down over her shoulder, one arm dropping to hug her and his hand coming up to cup a breast. He kissed the side of her neck as he groped her lightly, his free hand descending and stroking her bare thighs, his fingers dipping between them as she shuffled them apart. She took another mouthful and chewed quickly, swallowing in time to give a contented little sigh as Pete's fingers brushed over her warm, soft lips.

"You should finish your breakfast," he whispered in her ear, his fingers dancing around the firm nub protruding through her flimsy chemise.

"I'm full," she replied, her hands rising up, offering her body to his caress as she pulled his head lower and turned her own to kiss him.

"You won't want any more then," he teased, retreating enough to keep his mouth out of reach of hers.

"There's always room for more," Julia replied, "I'm sure you can find somewhere to put it."

She closed her eyes and gasped as his fingers made another all-to-brief tour of her lips, coming to rest once more on her thighs. She turned on her seat, his hands moving away and resting on the back of her chair as she looked up, then reached up, pulling him down by his tee shirt and kissing him forcefully. There wasn't any need to say a word, he knew what she wanted, he always knew and he wanted it just as badly.

Pete stepped aside as Julia pushed her chair back and got to her feet, pulling him closer again, his hand instinctively slipping around her thigh as she it raised beside his. In one well-practised move he lifted her off the floor and sat her on the table beside her plate, her knife cold and sticky beneath her bare arse but ignored as their mouths met passionately. Her hands traced up and down his chest as his mouth relented and let her tongue invade first. She loved the feel of his firm body under her fingers, he'd grown in to himself in the last few years, his shoulders were broader and his torso thick and hard. She was proud of the investment she'd made, that was how she thought of him, an investment: taking him when he was young, teaching him, nurturing him, and now he was ready, ripe, and she could reap her returns. And god how good it felt to get those returns. 

She dropped her hands and pulled at his belt, breaking the kiss to look down. Pete took the opportunity and pulled his tee shirt off over his head then pushed his jeans and shorts down his legs, automatically shuffling them off his bare feet as their mouths met once more. Julia wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled herself closer, lifting her legs and crossing her feet over the base of his spine. Lowering one hand again she took his hard cock and stroked it up and down, feeling herself moisten as she anticipated its urgent girth slowly stretching her open, that big fat head penetrating her, followed by that thick shaft that she loved to massage. 

She ran her hand up and down his length, slowly, feeling him swell further than seemed possible. She was sure he was bigger than that first time she'd blown him in her car. She felt like a glove puppet when he was inside her now, every thrust of his hips had her bouncing and flailing around uncontrollably. But he could be gentle, he could be passive, he'd willingly lay on their bed and provide himself to be ridden at Julia's own pace. On her last birthday he'd agreed to her request and allowed himself to be tied naked to the headboard, ready and erect whenever she'd wanted him throughout the day. She'd had a few friends over in the evening, he could hear them chatting and laughing through the closed door, just one drunken wrong turn on the way to the bathroom and one of them would've found him there. He'd been amazed that none had heard when Julia had sneaked in and used him until she grunted and gasped the quickest orgasm she'd ever had before returning to her friends. He'd heard Diana's voice and had fantasised about finally getting the threesome he'd been promised so long ago, but she'd left along with the rest of Julia's friends, none the wiser. 

Pete took hold of Julia's ankles behind his back, uncrossing them and pushing her back on the table, knocking her plate on to the floor where it shattered and threw the remnants of her breakfast across the slate tiles. They both ignored it as Pete pulled the chair with one hand, the other still clutching Julia's ankle as she raised her head and stared down at him. Now seated he pulled her violently back until her butt rested on the edge of the table and she sat up. His hands were on her knees as he looked silently up at her.

"Please?" she sighed, her fingers running across his scalp and gently urging him forward and down.

Pete dropped his head and breathed his way between Julia's perfect thighs, pushing her knees apart as she lowered her back on to the hard surface of the table. Confronted with the delicate petals of her pussy as they eased open Pete lowered his mouth until his breath breezed over her, watching as she moistened before him. He turned his head a fraction and kissed the summit of one thigh, then turned and kissed the other, closing in on her, refusing the urgent but ineffectual pull of her hand on his head. Finally she relented and her hand disappeared up and away, the move of her legs and butt suggested that she'd arched her back, trying to dip her pussy closer towards him. He responded by tracing the edge of one perfect pink fold with the tip of his tongue. Above him Julia shuddered and groaned, the familiar sound of her nails scraping on the untreated wooden surface of the kitchen table as she fought the urge to reach down and grasp his head to force him in.

Pete smiled to himself, sticking out his tongue and tracing the opposite lip up to that little hood, teasing it, loving the sound of Julia gasping as her clitoris emerged to be attended to. Pete tongued it for a fraction of a second before withdrawing enough to lick halfway down Julia's thigh, drawing a frustrated moan from her and reaching up quickly enough to catch her hand as it descended to caress her impatient pussy. He grinned triumphantly.

"You'll have to be quicker-" he began, cut short as Julia's other hand shot down and pushed him hard on to herself.

"Eat me," she groaned, raising her body up on one elbow to watch as Pete surrendered. 

The sight of his head buried between her thighs always did it for her, she pushed up against his happily snuffling mouth, pushing him down at the same time, remembering how she'd used to do the same to Diana. Diana had been more gentle though, Pete was getting better but he had some way to go before he could match the time and care Diana had taken. Sometimes Julia missed the feminine touch but it was never long before Pete's mouth had her bucking and squirming beyond the realms of coherent thought. He thrust his tongue inside her, lapping at her hot interior.

"Oh god Petey yes," she cried, her hand pushing him deeper as she tried to part her legs even wider. 

He hated being called Petey, but he knew that she only did it when he hit the right spot, he turned his head and flicked his tongue. 

"Oh please," Julia whimpered, "please, yes, uh!"

She fell back on the table, her hand releasing him, her thighs flung wide apart, her back arched as she felt her pleasure soar up higher and higher. Pete dragged his tongue up, circling Julia's clit, puckering his lips around it before driving himself back in to her. 

"You going to cum?" he asked calmly, a single finger teasing at the entrance to her sodden hole.

"Mm-hmm," she nodded desperately, "please?"

Pete lowered his mouth once more, traced around her lips and suddenly grabbed her legs, pulling them together and lifting them, partially concealing her pussy, locking it tightly between the firm grasp of her thighs but revealing the tight dark knot of her puckered arsehole. Without another word he pushed her legs back over her body and lowered his mouth, licking across her back-door with a wide, flat, wet slap of his tongue, slowly dragging it across the tight little bud until he brought the tip of his tongue up and teased at its sealed core. Julia whimpered for a second before grunting and gasping, her hips twisting on the table, her body seemingly locked in a spasm. Pete continued to tongue the tight knot of muscle until a trickle of fluid oozed from Julia's closed lips and made its way down, clear and silken over her arsehole.

Pete pressed his tongue back, swirling Julia's juice around her hole, teasing at its centre as he waited for her to wink open and grant him access. Above him she continued to moan and whimper through the fading ripples of her first small orgasm. He knew how the game worked and he wasn't going to be happy until she was exhausted and begging him to stop. He thrashed his tongue against her, grinning as she opened up for him, then probing her hot, dark arsehole.

"Oh god Pete, I love it when you lick me there," Julia groaned, her back arching as she tipped her head up and stared vacantly at the blue sky through the skylight. 

Having Pete down there, making his way through her tight sphincter, stretching it open and forcing more of his dexterous tongue deep in to her body, she just wished she'd known about his willingness to please her like that earlier in their relationship. She ran a couple of fingers down over her smooth stomach and plunged them between the squashed folds of her labia, finding the wet mess immediately and diving in unobstructed by Pete. Damnit, it was good.

Pete pulled his tongue back a little and ran it around the pulsing ring of muscle, pulling Julia's legs apart and watching as her fingers danced in and out of her pussy just inches from his eyes. She raised her head and stared down at him, her mouth hanging open as her ragged breath gasped and grunted.

"On your knees," he said, pulling his tongue up, slapping it over her knuckles and up across the back of her hand.

Without waiting for a reply he knocked his chair back, pulled her legs out straight and rolled her over on to her front, pushing her legs back until she could kneel on the edge of the table. The back of her chemise was wet and clung to the top of her buttocks as she thrust them back, inviting him to plunge back in. Pete flipped the sodden material up, licking hastily where it'd left smeared traces of Julia's juice then lowering his head and licking up both of her thighs. His hands were on her hips, holding her firmly as he bathed every inch of her skin with his tongue, slowly working his way inwards until his final stroke dragged his tongue over her knuckles once more as her fingers continued to pummel her gushing pussy, then up and back on to her winking arsehole.

"Fuck, that's it, tongue fuck my arse," Julia cried as Pete entered her once more without any of the former ceremony.

As he rimmed her mercilessly he reached down and grabbed at her wrist, pulling her hand away from her pussy and replacing it with his own, his fingers thicker and longer than hers, stretching her wider, pushing in deeper. She whimpered in discomfort and he hesitated for a second, giving her a moment to breathe before the slightest nod of her head and a quiet 'mm-hmm' urged him on. He brought his thumb up and coated it in the thick supply of her fluid before twisting his hand and applying it to her clit, teasing it clumsily. He alternated between slow, deep pumps of his fingers and circular brushes of his thumb, all the while his tongue and lips making a meal of her delicious arsehole.

Julia's head hung, the dual sensation of both her pussy and her arse being toyed so lovingly driving her lust beyond reason. Wave after wave of bliss lapped through her, each building upon the last as she felt the next inevitable crest surge in to view. Diana had been right, Pete was something special. Sometimes she wondered what it would've been like if she'd taken Diana up on her offer, if she'd gone there that Sunday and joined her friend and Pete in a threesome, Pete doing exactly what he was now but Diana spread out beneath her, another set of lips on her body and Diana's pussy open and delicious before her. But maybe if that'd happened she'd never have got together with Pete, he'd not have moved in, she wouldn't have him at her disposal-

"Sweet Jesus fuck!" she cried.

Pete had pulled his hand from her pussy and spread her cheeks wide apart, spearing his tongue deeper in to her arsehole, thrashing it around inside her as his lips pressed around her ring. He continued to fuck her like that, watching over the curve of her butt as she raised her head and went to look back before the quivering convulsions threw her head up towards the ceiling.

"Fuck me Petey baby, fuck my arse-my god yes," she cried out, the neighbours would hear, people outside on the street would hear, fuck 'em, this was so fucking- "oh, uh, uh shit, that's it- UH oh god!"

Pete knew he had her close, he rammed two fingers back in to Julia's sloppy pussy, fucked them in and out, all the time her face turned up as she ground back against him. She tensed around his fingers, her arsehole feeling as it it'd expel his tongue or rip it off, then with a grunt she relaxed a fraction. Pete pulled his fingers free and without giving her time to realise what he was doing it crammed them in to her arse as he slipped his tongue out.

Julia let out a guttural, animalistic sound of discomfort and turned her head to look back over her shoulder. Pete ignored her look and lowered his head, slapping his tongue up against her dripping lips and flicking it back and forth against them until he reached their apex. Her clitoris was firm and desperate for attention, he flicked the tip of his tongue against it in time with his fingers driving in and out of her arsehole. Finally Julia lifted her head once more and arched her back, her body tensing as the unbearable assault on both her holes drove her to the highest peak of the highest wave, left her sitting there for what seemed like an eternity as Pete's tongue and fingers sent pulse after pulse of bliss through every nerve in her body, then toppled her off, the wave crashing back down, every muscle in her body pushing back, back down against the source of the orgasm, trying to smother it.

As Julia's sphincter relaxed once more Pete pulled his fingers free, trailing his tongue up from the gushing mess of her pussy to the open ring and teasing it as she gasped and moaned through the ripples of her orgasm.

"Fuck," she sighed, "that was- fuck."

She looked back over her shoulder, her shaking arms only just managing to hold her body up, she expected to see Pete standing with his hands on his hips, breathing deeply, exhausted as she was, or sitting on the chair, his head tipped back and sweat glistening on his chest. Instead she watched as stepped up again and took hold of her thighs. He pushed her forward, gently but insistently.

"Move up a bit," he said, his breath even.

At his push Julia crawled uneasily to the middle of the table. She knew what was coming and tried to relax her exhausted body as it continued to pulse in the afterglow of her climax. Pete pulled himself on to the table behind her, his hands once more on her buttocks, fingertips gently caressing the skin, running up under the wet lace edge of her chemise.

"Pete, give me a minute," Julia panted.

Pete took hold of her hips and pulled her back. Julia looked over her shoulder at him, sweat plastering her hair to her forehead. He pushed his hips forward, his cock still erect and eager, his swollen head wet and a deep purple.

"Just a moment," Julia pleaded, a gasp following her words as Pete angled himself upwards and stroked his head over her throbbing clitoris. "Please?" she groaned.

"Say it," Pete replied.




Pete's Weekend Ch. 05



"Please Pete, put it in me," Julia said, "please Petey, fuck me."

She looked back over her shoulder, hunger in her eyes once more. Pete adjusted his grip on her hips and sheathed himself fully in her, his thick shaft stretching her welcoming pussy, its route eased by her copious juices already flooding her body. He groaned as the familiar hot embrace closed around his cock and held him tight.

"Fuck that's good," he gasped as Julia tensed herself around him.

"Mm, you're telling me," she replied wriggling back against him. "I love the way you feel inside me."

"How about this?" Pete asked moving one hand back and teasing a fingertip around the closing ring of her arsehole. He smiled as he watched her head drop back down.

"Mm-hmm," she nodded, "fuck yeah, that's so good Pete."

"You want it in both holes, don't you?" Pete moaned, Julia's pussy tight around him.

"Uh-huh," she replied.

"You're so bad," Pete grunted, "aren't you?"

"I'm a filthy girl," Julia moaned, "I love it in both holes. Please, stick your finger up my arse, Pete, finger it while you fuck my wet cunt."

As she spoke Julia massaged his cock with her pussy, having become adept at manipulating her muscles to provide the greatest pleasure. Pete rested a single hand on the base of her spine, holding her body steady as he slowly thrust in and out, refusing to give in to the urge to pump himself hard in to her until he exploded. He wanted to hear her cry through one more orgasm before he surrendered to his own. He pushed his finger in to her, her arsehole closing around it, seemingly sucking on it as he slowly dragged it back out and wriggled it back in. Julia had found her rhythm and rocked back and forth on her hands and knees in time with Pete's thrusts, pushing back against his cock each time it entered her and allowing his finger in her arse to push her forward again.

"Harder," Julia panted, wanting to feel him stretch her, to ravish her aching pussy. "Make me come again Petey."

"Don't call me that," he grunted, giving a hard thrust deep in to her.

"Come on Petey, you can do better than that," she teased, looking back over her shoulder at him.

"I'm. Not. Called. Petey," he grunted, punctuating the words with hard thrusts in to Julia's pussy, her body quivering before him as she whimpered under the assault.

"That's better," she smiled, looking back over her shoulder once she'd got used to the increased pace and depth.

Pete twisted his finger in her arsehole, plunging it in to the knuckle and fucking her with it.

"God yes," she cried, "make me cum again, I'll get down on my -- uh fuck -- on my knees and suck you clean."

"Shit," Pete gasped, "shit that's good."

Julia's pussy convulsed around him, her hot velvet walls tormenting every inch of his shaft.

"I want you to cum inside me Pete," she ordered, "can you do that? Can you fill my cunt with your hot creamy cum? Yeah?"

Pete felt it rising, the intensity in his cock swelling forward, his head impossibly tender as it felt as if it'd explode. He tried to rein it in, desperate to hear her climax first. He pulled his finger from her arse, rimming her quickly before returning it and adding a second. Her panting ceased for a moment, her body suddenly passive as she took the extra digit. Pete reached forward, running his hand up Julia's back under her chemise and gripping her shoulder, pulling her back hard and holding her body firmly against his rampant thrusts.

"Oh god Pete, fuck me, use me," she whimpered, the first new wave boiling up out of nowhere, "uh-uh fuck!" she cried, clutching the twin penetration and holding it still for a second. "Fuck that's good," she groaned as the wave broke.

Pete held her steady and swung straight back in to his pace, sweat on his forehead and chest as he felt himself pulse and throb inside his lover.

"That's it, that's it, that's- mm-hmm, yeah that's, oh god!" Julia panted, the next wave tearing through her.

Pete moved his legs, one at a time until he was crouching rather than kneeling behind her, slipping his fingers from her tight arsehole and holding her by the hips again.

"What are you-?" Julia began, cut short as Pete lifted her off her knees and held her up as he stood on the table behind her.

Julia reached up above her head and took hold of the simple metal rods that held up the light fitting above the table, bending forward slightly as Pete held her waist and slipped straight back in to his rhythm, pumping in and out of her, his new angle pushing her body up with each deep thrust.

"Fuck me Pete," she murmured, loving how thick he felt in her pussy.

Pete ran his hands up her sides, her chemise clinging to her golden skin, her perfect figure writhing under his touch as he brought his grip around on to her breasts. He groped her firmly, kneading the two orbs together.

"I want you to cum on them," she groaned, knowing how much Pete loved to splash his seed over her tits.

"Later," he grunted, thrusting harder once more.

"Mm-hmm," she nodded, "cum in me first," she turned her head a little, to look sideways at him.

Pete kissed the back of her neck, licking down on to her shoulder and nudging the thin strap aside.

"You're going to make me cum again," Julia moaned quietly.

"That's the idea," Pete replied, wondering how much longer he could last.

He reached up and took her hands, pulling them free from the rods before gripping her waist again, directing her to bend forward and then finding the energy to redouble his thrusts.

"Oh god!" she cried, her upper body bouncing up and down like a rag doll as he fucked her.

Pete couldn't hold out much longer, he'd explode soon, he could feel it swirling up ready to erupt. Julia thrashed around on his cock, her body tensing then relaxing over and over as she cried an incoherent steam of torment and bliss.

"Please Pete," she finally managed, "please, no more, please? Uh, oh fuck."

Pete felt his orgasm rush forward, his body losing all sense of pace as he fucked Julia, his hips a blur as he shot to the summit, pulling her body upright again and thrusting over and over up in to her defeated pussy.

"Fuck," he grunted, "fuck, here it comes, it's- uh uh, uh fuck." 

He gave an animalistic groan as he felt the torrent pour up out of his body, flooding Julia's as she stood on tip-toes, her body nearly limp, leaning back against his and held up in his arms, her head tipped back against his shoulder.

"Damnit," he breathed, another long spurt firing off inside her, "damnit that was good."

They stood for a moment, their bodies rising and falling together as their breathing synchronised, skin tingling and their fingers interlocked.

"I love it when you do that," Julia sighed at last, raising her hand and twisting it to kiss the back of Pete's.

"Which bit?" Pete smiled, kissing her shoulder.

"Make me breakfast," she laughed, screaming as she wriggled out of his grip and away from his fingers as he tried to tickle her. She jumped from the table and disappeared from the kitchen.

"Where are you going?" Pete called.

"Shower," she replied, "It's Diana's hen party-dinner thing this evening remember?"

*

Pete had spent the day idling around, there was a game on in the afternoon and he'd half-heartedly watched it as Julia had wandered in and out of view, readying herself for going out. They were going out for a meal, then a drink somewhere, nothing crazy, just a girls' night before the wedding. Pete really wasn't looking forward to that, the weddding. Ever since Andrew and Diana had made the announcement his parents had been on at him about when he would be proposing to Julia, it'd taken them long enough to accept that he was living with her and now they wanted him to marry her, his parents remained a mystery to him.

The wedding was going to be a nightmare, there'd be a lot of relatives he had no desire to speak to, all of them singing Andrew's praises and he'd be forced to grin and agree with how great his older brother was. The one good thing was that the ceremony and reception were being held at some big fancy hotel out in the country and the wedding party would be staying there, and if there was one thing he knew Julia loved it was fucking like a rabbit in expensive hotel rooms. She'd promised him that he could do her in her maid of honour dress.

"How do I look?" 

Julia's voice broke Pete's daydreaming.

"Good enough to eat," Pete smiled, his eyes taking their time to drift up from the heels, up the long golden legs until they disappeared beneath a plain black dress.

"Seriously?" Julia asked, holding her arms out, her purse clutched in one hand.

"Seriously," Pete replied, nodding his head.

"Excellent," Julia smiled. "Diana will be here soon."

"You're not meeting her at the restaurant?" Pete asked absently as he turned back to the TV and Julia moved towards the kitchen.

"No, she's coming here first," Julia called back. "I wanted to give her her gift in private, some of her friends probably don't want to see what it is I got her."

"Ha, what is it?" Pete called.

"A dildo," Julia replied flatly as she returned and checked herself in the mirror again.

"Oh, OK," Pete replied, shaking his head in puzzlement, he really didn't understand women sometimes.

"It's a joke," Julia sighed. She stood behind the couch and watched the documentary on the TV for a moment. "If it helps I tried to find one that looks like you," she grinned, bending down and kissing the top of Pete's head.

"Er, thanks?" Pete replied, looking up.

"I almost asked you if you'd be interested in providing a casting to make a replica of the real thing," Julia laughed.

"You can do that?" Pete asked.

"Oh yeah," Julia nodded.

"But why mine?"

"I don't know, I just kind of got the idea in my head and then the thought of her using it kind of got me off a bit," Julia admitted.

"Oh really?" Pete turned from the TV to look at Julia preening in front of the mirror again.

"Mm-hmm," Julia nodded, turning her head to gaze back at his reflection.

Pete got to his feet and approached her.

"The idea of her using a replica of my penis to pleasure herself got you off, did it?" he said calmly, putting his arms around her from behind and resting his chin on her shoulder.

"I should go and wait for Diana downstairs," Julia said trying to push Pete's arms aside.

Pete let her go, following her slowly to the door.

"I'll probably be home late," she said, avoiding eye-contact, "I'll try to be quiet when I come in."

Pete took Julia's hand and spun her around to face him, her faces less than an inch from his own, he kissed her, feeling her body relax as she kissed him back.

"Have a good evening, won't you?" he said quietly.

Julia nodded.

"One more thing before you go," Pete added, immediately beginning to sink to his knees.

"Pete wait, we don't have time," Julia sighed.

Pete ran his hands up her smooth golden thighs and under the hem of her dress, rucking it up slowly, inch after inch of her perfect skin revealed until the deep crimson crotch of her panties came in to view. He ran two fingers over the taut fabric, feeling Julia's heat.

"Y'know what gets me off?" he breathed, looking up for a moment.

Julia shook her head silently, her hands flat back against the wall.

"The thought of you getting off on the thought of Diana getting off," Pete said.

He ran a finger down the edge of her underwear, slipping it under on to the smooth skin of her mound.

"Did you shave today?" he asked.

"Mm-hmm," Julia nodded, "I thought we'd spend tomorrow in bed," she explained.

"Show me," Pete ordered.

Julia's hands reached to the waistband of her panties and pushed them down on to her thighs, her bald pussy on display in front of Pete's face. Pete leaned in and kissed the soft skin.

"Pete we don't have time," Julia repeated.

Pete snaked his tongue out and pushed it down the curve of Julia's lips, curling it up before dragging it back.

"Oh Pete," Julia moaned.

Pete lapped at the smooth warmth with the flat of his tongue, then teased her lips again, probing between them.

"Please?" Julia whimpered.

The intercom buzzed and the screen flickered to life showing Diana waiting by the door downstairs.

"Let her in," Pete said, his breath tingling across her pussy.

Julia picked up the phone.

"Come on up," she said, pressing the button to open the door and biting her lip on the last syllable as Pete drove his tongue between her labia. "Pete, please, she's coming up," Julia begged as she dropped the phone.

Pete moved his head back and Julia relaxed.

"Thank you," she sighed.

Pete grabbed her hips and spun her around, pushing the back of her dress up to expose her butt. He spread her cheeks with his thumbs and quickly buried his mouth between them, tickling her arsehole with his tongue, thrashing against it as she bucked and moaned above him. There was a quick rap on the door to their right and Pete gave a final long lick up, pulling Julia's underwear up as he stood behind her. She turned around in his arms and looked up in to his eyes, flickers of lust beginning to burn in her own.

"When you get home I want to hear you moaning uncontrollably," he hissed.

Julia nodded and pressed her lips hard on to his, tasting herself on his tongue as it invaded her mouth. Breaking the kiss she moved to the front door as Pete returned to the couch.

"Hi," she cried happily, "come in," Pete turned and watched as Diana entered the apartment.

"Hi Di," Pete said casually, getting to his feet again and approaching her.

"Hi guys, how are you both?"Diana asked.

"We're good, right?" Julia replied, turning to Pete.

"Couldn't be better," Pete smiled, "can I get you a drink?" he asked Diana.

"Sure," she smiled, "we've got time for a quick glass."

Pete sauntered to the kitchen and poured three glasses of wine, setting them down on the coffee table as he returned. Diana and Julia were sitting on the couch, turned to face each other and chatting.

"So I got you something, it's not much," Julia said, handing over a plain box with a bow around it.

"You shouldn't have," Diana smiled, she leaned over and kissed Julia's cheek, "thank you."

Diana pulled the bow loose and lifted the lid from the box, grinning mischievously and taking the phallus in her hand. 

"That's fantastic," she beamed.

"Apparently it's just like mine," Pete laughed.

"Pete!" Julia gasped.

"Well, there's a certain similarity, from what I remember anyway," Diana nodded, "but I guess you'd be a better judge of that than I would," she added turning to Julia.

Julia swallowed her wine, hoping the subject would change.

"Size if nothing else," Diana laughed.

"Di, seriously," Julia gasped.

"What? We're all adults, there's no point in pretending that what happened didn't," Diana laughed. "Thank you Julia," she went on, placing the dildo back in its box, "it's perfect."

"I'm pleased you like it," Julia nodded, thankful that they appeared to be moving away from the topic.

"D'you mind if I leave it here this evening though? I'll pick it up during the week." Diana said, replacing the lid and pushing the box on to the coffee table.

"Not a problem at all," Julia smiled, "don't fancy carrying it around all night?"

"That and, well, Andrew gets a bit weird with stuff like that, I'd rather not arrive home drunk tonight with a present that's going to cause an argument." Diana shrugged.

"It's fine, you can leave it here and come collect it whenever you like," Julia smiled.

"Maybe you can test drive it for me, let me know how close it really is to Petey's," Diana grinned, flashing a look of delight at Pete as Julia blushed.

"Come on," Julia said, putting her glass down, we should get going.

"You're the boss," Diana giggled, draining her own glass and getting to her feet. "I'll see you next week Petey," she said, turning as the pair moved to the door.

"Have a good one," Pete replied, "take care and don't do anything I wouldn't."

The front door closed behind the two women and Pete grinned to himself as he cleared the empty glasses from the table and took them to the kitchen.

*

Pete's eyes slowly opened, he was sure he'd heard a noise, or had he dreamt it?

He'd spent the evening watching a crappy film then gone online and watched porn for a bit before lying on the couch and masturbating. Earlier he'd been tempted to get Diana's gift and make a comparison of his own. He'd finally stumbled off to bed around one, hoping that Julia would return a little drunk and horny.

He checked his phone, the display telling him it was a little after two-thirty. 

"Shh, Pete's asleep," he heard Julia giggle, obviously a little tipsy but not as much as he'd expected.

So he had heard a noise, Julia was home and someone, presumably Diana, was with her, that or she was talking to herself.

Pete put his head back on the pillow and feigned sleep, there was silence for a moment.

"He's out," Diana hissed from the direction of the doorway.

"Let me check," Julia whispered.

Pete listened as the soft footfalls of Julia padding across the wooden floor neared the edge of their big bed.

"Pete?" she hissed, "Pete, you awake?"

He kept his eyes closed and focused on keeping his breathing level.

"Nah," Julia said at last, "he's fast asleep."

Pete listened as the footsteps retreated, they'd obviously gone to the living room, he could just hear their voices talking idly, then the clink of wine glasses and a stifled giggle. He lay on his back listening to them for a while, drifting in and out of sleep until he heard bare feet approaching the bed once more.

"Definitely asleep," Julia hissed quietly.

"Come on then," Diana said eagerly from the doorway.

Julia retreated again and Pete wondered how long it'd be before Diana would leave and he could finish what he'd started hours earlier. He opened his eyes and turned to look towards the doorway, he could tell from the glow along the hall that there was just one lamp on in the living room. He heard the women giggling quietly and a hurried, muffled conversation followed by another giggle. Curiosity got the better of him and he lowered his feet to the rug that surrounded the bed then slowly tiptoed across the floor, he wanted to see what they were up to, preferably without them seeing him first.

He reached the doorway and stepped out on to the thick carpet, thankful for the silence it afforded his movement.

"It's been too long," Diana sighed.

"Doesn't Andrew?" Julia asked with a giggle.

"Never," Diana replied, "Pete?"

"Mm-hmm," Julia replied, "he was when you got here this evening."

"Damnit, why did you get the good one?" Diana sighed.

Pete's pride did a little somersault as he crept closer to the arched doorway that led through to the living room, hoping that the women would be seated on the couch on the far side of the room and therefore unlikely to notice him standing in the darkness beyond the illumination of the lamp.

"You remember the first time?" Diana asked.

Pete reached the archway and spotted Diana's sitting on the couch where he'd hoped 

"At college," Julia's voice replied, "we were a bit more drunk back then."

"Mm, practice makes perfect though," Diana sighed, tipping her head back.

Pete wondered where Julia was, perhaps she was lying on the couch. He crept away from the arch and headed through to the kitchen, there was two entrances to it, the other gave a side view of the couch, hopefully he could stand out of sight there and see what was going on.

"What d'you think Pete would do if he saw us now?" Diana asked as Pete cautiously crept across the kitchen to peer out in to the living room once more.

"I don't know," Julia replied, lifting her face from Diana's lap.





Pete's Weekend Ch. 05



Pete felt his cock stir in his boxer shorts. Julia was kneeling on the floor between Diana's legs. Diana was leaning back, her dress hitched up, her underwear discarded by her feet, a glass of wine in one hand. 

Julia lowered her face again and kissed up the inside of Diana's bare thigh, her wavy blonde hair falling around her face as it disappeared between her friend's perfect legs.

"Oh god Jules," Diana moaned, "you've no idea- uh fuck that's so good."

Diana tipped her glass and drained it while her free hand landed softly on the back of Julia's head, holding her in place.

"Spread your legs wider," Julia grinned, lifting her face and looking up, "I want to get nasty."

Diana reached across and placed her empty glass on the arm of the couch then lifted her butt a fraction and pulled her dress higher up.

"What did you have in mind?" she purred, spreading her legs once more and guiding Julia's head back down.

Pete squeezed his cock through the thin fabric of his shorts, watching as Diana lifted one leg over the arm of the couch, opening herself up to Julia's tongue. He wondered what would happen if he walked brazenly out there right then, flipped Julia's dress up over her butt and rammed his cock deep in to her.

"Ugh-uh-uh oh yeah," Diana groaned happily, her body arching on the couch, pressing her pelvis down and forward on to Julia's tongue.

"You like that?" Julia giggled, raising her face again.

Diana put her hand back on the top of Julia's head and pushed her down again.

"Don't stop," she muttered, grinning.

Julia shifted her body, spreading her knees a little wider apart on the floor, then pulled one hand away from Diana's thigh. A moment later Pete noticed his girlfriend's dress tighten briefly around one thigh as if being pulled. Pete looked across at the huge picture window and saw the reflection of the two women, from that angle he could see Julia's fingers stroke up and down inside the scrap of underwear she was wearing. He felt his cock swell again as he realised that anyone who happened to be in the park and looked up at their apartment would also be able to see. 

"You must've been practising to stay this good," Diana moaned, running her fingers through Julia's long golden hair.

"No, but teaching Pete reminded me of a few points," Julia mumbled.

Diana's mouth fell open as she stretched her arms above her head and arched her body again, thrusting her hips forward. 

Julia kissed up from the spread centre of her friend's womanhood, giving her clit another quick flick before trailing kisses higher and higher, her eyes looking up and meeting Diana's. Diana pulled her dress up and off over her head, revealing her firm, round breasts and Julia latched on to each in turn, making Diana moan as she tugged them between her teeth.

Julia clambered up to straddle Diana on the couch, taking her friend's face in her hands and kissing it softly. 

"Let's have a look at you then," Diana smiled, her hands under the short hem of Julia's dress.

Julia reached back and unzipped herself. Pete looked across at the reflection again, his girlfriend's taut, tanned back on show, the ridge of her spine appearing from under the blonde cascade and disappearing again under her dress just at the top of the cleft between her cheeks. Only the thin deep red line of her bra strap broke the perfect line of vertebrae. 

Diana reached up and pushed the straps down Julia's arms, Julia helping until her dress was crumpled around her waist. Diana stroked her fingers up and down Julia's thighs, dipping them under the folds of material and easing them up until they found the tight strip of elastic on her hips. She pulled it out and let it snap back, giggling as Julia gasped in mock anger.

"You're gorgeous," Diana murmured, her hands running up Julia's ribs and reaching to cup her breasts through her bra.

"You're not too bad yourself," Julia grinned.

"No, I mean you've, I don't know, 'filled-out' sounds bad but, well, I don't remember these being quite so..."

"Big?" Julia giggled, looking down as she eased her breasts forward in Diana's hands.

"Mmm," Diana nodded, "enticing," she added.

"Suckable?" Julia suggested.

Diana grinned up and nodded slowly as Julia reached back and unhooked her bra, holding it in place with one arm while she pulled the straps off, then pulling it away and tossing it to the floor. Her nipples stood up like beacons, guiding Diana in, begging to be tended to. Diana pinched both, pulling them forward as Julia winced.

"Shit Di," she gasped, biting her lip.

"Sorry," Diana whispered, "you want me to kiss them better?"

Diana tilted her head and touched her lips to Julia's right breast, taking her nipple and sucking it delicately while her hand caressed Julia's left breast. Then she swapped sides, making Julia moan as she pulled the flat of her tongue slowly over the pinnacle of the heavy orb. Lowering one hand she bent her arm awkwardly and trailed her fingers up the inside of Julia's thigh.

Pete's cock strained harder in his shorts as her heard the familiar sound of Julia groan in frustration, she always did it when he was teasing her, making her wait. 

"I bet Pete loves cumming on these," Diana sighed, running the fingers of one hand around the soft flesh of Julia's left breast. 

"Mm-hmm," Julia nodded, wriggling her hips down on Diana's hand.

Pete wished he could see what was going on under the dress around Julia's waist.

"Enough about boys," Julia said defiantly.

She shuffled herself backwards and unfolded her legs on to the floor, leaving Diana's hand behind with a slight wince. Diana lifted her hand to her mouth and sucked on the two wet fingers before smirking and getting to her feet in front of Julia. Julia had let her dress fall from her hips and now pushed her underwear down too so that both women stood naked, their hands on each other's hips as they shared a slow, loving kiss.

Julia eased her body down, pulling Diana with her until the knelt on the rug, fingers still reaching forward to touch one another. Julia tucked Diana's dark hair behind her ear, Diana holding her friend's hand to her face and kissing her wrist. Julia pushed her hand further forward, wrapping it around the back of Diana's head and guiding her as the pair lay back on the floor. 

Pete watched Diana's butt as Julia reached around to grab it, her nails biting in to the firm flesh. The pair moved around slowly, their actions only visible to Pete as a reflection in the window. Diana was on top and Pete loved the sight of her breasts mashing down on to his girlfriend's. Their legs intertwined, Julia's knee rising up between Diana's thighs and Diana responding by kneeling and grabbing Julia's thighs to pull her body lower.

Julia's hands grabbed at Diana's butt again, spreading her cheeks apart and inadvertently giving Pete a clear view of her tight, puckered arsehole. He stifled a groan as his cock tested his shorts to the limits. Julia was definitely getting it the moment Diana left.

Diana murmured something and sat up, her knee still pressing firmly against Julia's pussy just as Julia's did to her's. Diana leaned to one side and straightened her left leg, stretching it out along the side of Julia's body. Julia turned and took hold of Diana's ankle, kissing it and grinning back at her friend. Diana then unfolded her right leg, forcing Julia's leg up off the floor above it and pushing each bare pussy on to the other.

Each woman moaned softly, closing their eyes and smiling.

"It's definitely been too long," Diana giggled.

"Yeah," Julia sighed.

Diana lowered her body backwards, lying flat on the rug and arching her back with feline grace. 

Pete reached down and rubbed his hand up and down the length of his cock, feeling his wetness through his shorts. 

The two women stretched out on the rug, moaning happily as they moved their legs and sought out the perfect touch. Julia raised her body up on her elbows first, grinning as she looked down the length of her body towards the paler figure of her oldest friend. She eased her hips and ground herself against Diana's pussy, moaning as she did so. Diana pushed herself up on to her elbows and did the same back, gasping. Julia took Diana's ankle again and trailed her tongue over it before sucking hard on the base of her calf. Diana dropped back flat on the ground groaning hard and wriggling her hips to dance her pussy against Julia's.

"Shh," Julia giggled, "you'll wake Pete."

Diana took hold of Julia's ankle and pulled hard, dragging her closer, deeper against herself. There was a quiet, wet slap and both women giggled again.

"Fuck me this is good," Diana hissed.

She arched her back again and eased her hand down the length of her body to her clit, zeroing in on it quickly and giving it a cursory tease.

Julia sat up, shuffling her butt forward on the thick rug and reaching out to slip her fingers between the press of their swollen and sodden lips. She coated each digit in their dripping juices and smeared it up over her aching clitoris.

"Mm, that's-"

"Ugh, so good," Diana grunted, plunging her fingers deeper between their bodies.

Julia reached her wet hand down and pulled Diana's hand up, pulling her up in to a sitting position and silencing her protest by quickly pressing their mouths together. When she broke the kiss she sucked on each of Diana's fingers, keeping eye-contact with her.

Pete felt as if he'd explode as he watched each soaked finger disappear in to his girlfriend's mouth, that look in her eyes was exactly the same as when she sucked his cock, it said 'I'll do this for you and you better make me cum.'

Releasing Diana's hand Julia grabbed her head and pulled her in to another kiss, their mouths pressed together as their tongue endlessly tangoed back and forth. Their legs raised around each other's bodies and each woman ground back against the other.

"Oh god!" Julia gasped, breaking the kiss momentarily and tipping her head back.

Diana frantically trailed licks and kisses down her friend's throat, tilting her head to bite the soft skin where it curved up from her shoulder. Julia's fist tightened in Diana's hair and pulled her head back, latching their mouths together again as each of them moaned and mumbled incoherently in to the other.

Diana leaned back first, her arms taut as her fingers splayed out in the rug and took her weight, giving her the leverage she needed to thrust her pussy against Julia's. Julia followed suit, her long golden hair bouncing behind her head as she grunted and writhed against her lover's delicate yet insistent caress.

"Are you going to-" Diana panted, wincing.

"Uh-huh," Julia nodded before Diana had finished her question.

Diana gasped, shock holding her mouth open, her eyes wide as she froze temporarily.

"Oh, oh oh, yes," she hissed, "yeah."

Her body relaxed again and her hips began grinding once more, more rhythmically than before, providing a steady movement against Julia's frantic thrusts.

"Come on Jules," she giggled, her voice slightly uneven.

Julia lifted her butt of the rug and another wave of bliss surged up through Diana's body.

"Uh, oh fuck yes," she cried.

"Quieter," Julia moaned, her eyes shut tight.

"Sorry, I just, uh-uh, oh my god-"

Diana fell backwards on to the rug again, arching her back, her erect nipples jutting skyward as her breasts shook with each thrust of Julia's hips

"I'm gonna, ugh-" Julia winced, her body tensing, her knuckles white as she dug her fingers in to Diana's thighs.

"Come on Jules," Diana panted, "cum with me."

Diana struggled to sit up again, reaching out and pinching Julia's nipples, making her open mouth gasp.

Pete listened to his girlfriend's moans and grunts heighten in pitch, knowing she was so close. 

Julia pulled Diana's mouth to her own again, driving her tongue in, feeling the hands on her breasts grope her hard as the soaked folds of Diana's pussy drove her ecstasy higher and higher. Her whimpering pleads for release gasped silently in to Diana's mouth until the dam burst and she bucked wildly against her lover's body. Every point of contact buzzed, from her clit aching and glowing like a beacon, to her thighs pressed against Diana's, to her nipples buried in the sweaty flesh of her friend's breasts as they held one another's heads and kissed passionately.

"Fu-ugh-uck," Julia groaned, finally tipping her head back from Diana's and panting as she grinned back at her. "That was- fuck."

Diana giggled happily.

"Good?" she asked.

Julia nodded as a huge grin spread across her face and she lowered her body back down to the soft embrace of the rug. Diana untangled their legs and crawled over Julia's body, lowering her head and kissing her delicately.

"I should be going," she whispered, "Andrew'll be pissed if I'm not home when he wakes up."

"OK," Julia nodded, "I understand."

"Sorry, it's just-" Diana sighed.

"Not a problem," Julia reassured her, reaching up and stroking a knuckle across Diana's cheek, "you'll get a cab, right? You're not going to walk at this time of night."

"I'll get one at the station," Diana smiled, "mum."

Julia raised an eyebrow and quickly tickled Diana under her arms until she cried out and rolled off.

Pete ducked back out of sight in the kitchen, it looked like the show was over. He looked down at the wet patch surrounding the aching bulge in his shorts. Hopefully Julia would be in the mood when she finally got to bed, he'd feign waking as she lifted the covers to climb in. He turned and tip-toed back towards their bedroom. As he went he heard Diana's uncontrollable giggles grow louder.

"Stop it, stop it," Diana pleaded, tears beginning to roll from her eyes as Julia pinned her to the rug.

Pete paused, tempted to turn back and see if there was more to watch, after a moment he grinned and decided to go and wait for Julia to come to him.

"OK, get up," Julia giggled, standing and pulling Diana to her feet.

Diana smiled and pulled her hair from the sheen of sweat on her forehead, tucking it behind one ear, her flushed face beaming back at Julia. 

"If you don't go soon," Julia hissed, wrapping her arm around Diana's waist.

"You'll what?" Diana teased, gazing back in to her eyes.

Julia leaned forward and their mouths met once more, their eyes closing as lips parted and tongue swirled together.

"Uh, go on, go!" Julia laughed, stepping backwards our of Diana's embrace.

Diana winked and bent down to pick up her underwear, wriggling her hips theatrically as she pulled it up and adjusted it. Julia handed her her dress and watched it fall down around her body, covering her once more. 

"Shoes," Diana giggled.

"By the door," Julia smiled.

Julia followed Diana towards the front door, holding her bag as she stooped to slip her heels back on.

"Thanks for a lovely hen party," Diana grinned as she took her bag back.

"It was my pleasure," Julia replied with a smirk.

"No really," Diana went on, the smile softening, "I enjoyed tonight, not just the sex, although the sex was-"

"Uh, don't or I'll never let you leave," Julia groaned, her hand dipping down to her bare mound.

"I liked spending time with you again," Diana smiled, her hand on Julia's shoulder as she pecked her cheek.

"Me too," Julia replied.

Diana's hand reached sideways for the latch on the door and slid it quietly aside, the door creaking slightly in its hinges as she turned and opened it. Light from the hallway outside spilled in, turning the soft orange warmth a harder white shade. Diana moved towards the door and let her hand pull away from Julia's.

"One more thing," Julia hissed quickly, stepping closer once more and pinning Diana to the door frame.

"What?" Diana giggled.

Julia dropped to her knees and flipped Diana's dress up, pulling her underwear aside as Diana stuck her head out the door and looked quickly up and down the hall. Julia dragged her tongue the length of Diana's wet slit, probing deep between her lips before coasting up and flicking back and forth over her clitoris a few times.

"Uh, Jesus Jules," Diana moaned quietly, her hand in Julia's hair.

"OK, done," Julia sighed, straightening up and kissing Diana again.

Diana stepped out in to the hall, lifted her dress to flash Julia with a cheeky grin and then adjusted her underwear before turning to leave. At the end of the hall she looked back and waved as the elevator doors opened.

Julia shut her front door and sighed happily to herself. She sauntered around the living room bending down to snatch items of clothing from where they'd been discarded and carrying them as she swayed her hips along to the bathroom. 

Pete heard the water running and was tempted to go and join Julia in the shower. He checked his watch: it was getting on for four now, still it was a Sunday, they could spend all day in bed. He reached out and ruffled the duvet, making it look more slept in. He'd cleaned himself up a bit and put on dry shorts before getting in to bed, it would've been hard to explain the state he'd been in.

Julia caressed her body as the water washed over her, she let her fingers slip on to her labia and part them, telling herself that she was just washing as she eased a fingertip around her clit. With a satisfied sigh she bent down and spread the lather over her tanned thighs then brought her hands up and soaped her breasts, smiling as she watched the hot water wash away the white foam and leave the pair clean and smooth. She'd been a little thrown by Diana's comment about them, they weren't any different at all as far as she could see. She'd have to remember to ask Pete in the morning. She grinned and rinsed herself off. Turning off the water she stepped out and wrapped a big fluffy towel around her body, drying the tips of her hair where it'd got wet despite her best efforts to keep it dry. She'd have to wash it again in the morning, another thing to add to the list.

Dry and relaxed she walked naked along the dimly lit hallway and in to the living room, she glanced around, smirking as she thought about what she and Diana had just done. Flipping the light switch she turned and headed for her bed, happy and content.

Pete listened to the soft footfalls then felt the mattress dip as Julia's weight eased on to it. She whispered something and bent down, kissing his forehead then wriggling down to find a comfortable position.

Pete murmured as if still asleep and moved his arm up to Julia's hip.

"You awake?" she hissed.

Pete murmured again.

"Hmm?" he said, "oh, you're home," he croaked sleepily. "What time is it?" 

"Late," Julia whispered, "sorry, I didn't mean to wake you."

"Good night?" Pete asked.

"We had a lot of fun," Julia replied, "I'll tell you about it in the morning, but let's get some sleep."

Pete rolled up behind Julia as she lay on her side, wrapping his arm tighter around her as she took his hand and held it between her breasts. He felt his flaccid member stir as Julia settled back against him, her bare buttocks cradling him. He softly kissed the back of her head and wriggled himself forward with a sigh.

"Take your boxers off," Julia murmured, "they're rubbing against my butt."

Pete rolled away and sat up, tugging his shorts off and dropping them out the side of the bed before rolling back, his swelling cock finding it's place back between Julia's butt cheeks. She directed his hand down, letting it rest at the top of her thighs and waiting for him to make the next move. Pete extended his fingers and brushed them gently over Julia's bare mound.

"Make me cum slowly," she sighed, reaching back and pulling his head down to her shoulder.



Pete's Weekend Ch. 06



"What d'you think?" Julia asked, twisting one leg to make her dress twirl.

"Gorgeous," Pete replied, grinning. "I have to admit that when you said turquoise I was kind of sick a little bit, in my mouth."

Julia turned, grabbed a cushion from the armchair and frisbee'd it at her boyfriend.

"It looks good," Pete laughed as he dodged the throw.

"Really?"

"Yes," Pete replied as he approached her. "I promise. I just feel sorry for Diana, that's all."

"Why because she's marrying your brother?" Julia nodded seriously.

"No, well yeah, but more because everyone is going to be looking at you."

Pete slipped his arms around Julia's waist and rested his chin on her shoulder, gazing at her in the mirror as she looked herself up and down.

"She must actually like you, I mean to put you in a bridesmaid's dress that isn't hideous. I kind of thought that was the point of bridesmaids: to make the bride look better by comparison?" Pete smirked.

"Pete, she's my oldest friend, we chose the dresses together."

Pete thought back to the previous weekend, he knew exactly how close Julia and her oldest friend were. He hadn't plucked up the courage to mention what he'd witnessed, he'd wanted to but he had no idea if she'd be mad at him for spying. He knew he was on to a good thing with her and didn't fancy jeopardising it.

"Don't you think it's a little tight though?" Julia sighed, frowning at herself as she adjusted the bodice.

Pete sighed and bit his tongue as his first response froze in his throat. He counted to three in his head and smiled.

"You haven't put on weight," he reassured her, "we went over this two days ago, you're perfect."

In truth he had realised she was right when she'd asked him flat out if he thought she'd got bigger, but he didn't mind, it just meant all her clothes had got a little tighter which in turn just meant more of her on show for him. There was no way he was going to tell her what he really thought, he may not be the most experienced guy in the world but he wasn't an idiot either.

Julia cupped her breasts through the dress and smiled back at her boyfriend. Her conscience screaming at her. 

"There's something I wanted to say," she said, her eyes leaving his quickly.

"What is it?" Pete asked, one arm rising up under her breasts and the other hand flat on her stomach.

Julia realised she'd hesitated too long.

"I'm sorry Andrew didn't ask you to be his best man," she sighed, scolding herself for chickening out.

"Haha, is that all?" Pete laughed, "I couldn't care less about that, it just means I get to spend more time with you," he turned his head and pecked her cheek. "And around the other bridesmaids too," he whispered, his fingers darting up to tickle under her arms as he stepped backwards and dodged her jab to his ribs.

Julia tried to look indignant at her boyfriend's admission that he'd been checking out the other women but she couldn't help laughing. He wasn't the only one, she'd particularly enjoyed the day Diana had taken her and the others out to try dresses on. Diana had picked up on her lingering gaze, asking her to come in to the dressing room under some false pretence and treating her to quick, almost silent, bout of tonguing and fingering while the others waited just outside the unlocked door.

Julia grunted as the memory was shattered by Pete throwing the cushion back at her.

"Fuck Pete," she snapped, realising at once she'd over-reacted, "watch the dress," she frowned, hoping she'd covered well enough.

"Sorry," Pete sighed, his forehead furrowing as he turned away. 

She'd have to tell him sooner or later, their relationship was always on the physical side and it wasn't like she could let him keep bending her over the kitchen table like he did. Besides, he'd definitely start to notice soon. Later, she promised herself, they'd get through the day first, no point in possibly causing a break-up right before an event neither of them could get out of. Also, it'd ruin Diana's big day if the news went badly... and steal her thunder if it went well. She should definitely wait then. She nodded to herself in the mirror, happy to have come to a final decision.

"I should be getting back to Diana," she said happily as she turned back to Pete sitting on the bed. "I told her I'd only be five minutes while I showed you the dress."

"Oh, OK," Pete nodded neutrally.

Julia appeared to be her usual happy self again now, but the way she'd snapped was odd. Was she pissed that it was Diana getting married and not her, or that Diana was marrying Andrew who was, by general consensus, a dick? Or maybe she thought that Diana was now officially off the menu. He shrugged to himself, who knew how her mind worked?

Julia bent down and kissed his forehead.

"I'll see you downstairs, all right?" she smiled, lingering a little longer as she caught him looking down at her cleavage.

She grinned to herself as she headed for the door.

"Wait," Pete said, suddenly on his feet.

Julia turned.

"What is it?" she asked.

"Can I come too, to get a quick look at Diana's dress?" he grinned.

"They're already all dressed, you know that, right?" Julia laughed, "you're not going to walk in on a group of girls in their underwear."

"I know," Pete sighed, "I just want to see what the dress looks like."

"OK, come on then," Julia laughed, holding the door open for him and closing it as she left. "But no touching!" she said sternly.

*

Diana turned as her mother opened the door to let Julia back in.

"Pete wanted to see your dress quickly," Julia apologised.

"What d'you think Pete?" Diana asked.

"Wow," Pete replied, "that's- Andrew doesn't deserve you."

He felt himself twitch in his suit, picturing Julia and Diana doing exactly what they had last weekend, but wearing the dresses they were now. He wondered how the other bridesmaids weren't pulling Diana's dress off her and descending in to a lesbian frenzy on the floor.

"OK, you can shut your mouth now," Julia hissed, her hand on his chest as she pushed him backwards out the door.

*

Pete strolled out through the lobby of the hotel, his shoes tapping on the marble floor. There was a chapel in the hotel grounds, big enough for a congregation of a couple of hundred.Pete guessed it'd probably been there since before the hotel was built. Guests were dotted along the gravel path from the hotel to the chapel and a highly polished car waited to drive Diana the short distance. Pete put his hands in his pockets and began walking, making a note to avoid anyone he recognised as a relative who'd corner him and talk incessantly about how wonderful Andrew was. 

Inside the chapel he found himself a seat a little behind his parents and sat, nodding a hello to the elderly couple who promptly sat beside him. They were vaguely familiar and after the initial greeting and explanation of who he was they appeared to be quite content to leave him alone, which was perfect just so long as- 

"Peter! Good to see you, I hear you're working for the government now."

Pete turned in his pew and forced a smile at his great uncle.

"Uncle Horace," he said, "it's good to see you, where's auntie?"

"Huh, the old bag's around here somewhere, probably talking the ear off some poor sod, what," Horace snorted. "So, this government thing-"

"It's not really government work," Pete replied, shaking his head seriously.

"Oh, right, need-to-know and all that," Horace whispered. "You can count on me, mum's the word."

He tapped the side of his bulbous red nose and winked.

"Thank you," Pete said quietly, turning back to face the front.

"Still, good to know there's someone in the family doing his bit to fight the damn-"

"Uncle, please," Pete said quickly, turning back to him, "not so loud."

"Oh, right, yes, right you are. Is there a bar in here d'you think?" Horace looked around. "Oh bugger, the wife's spotted me."

Pete looked over Horace's head as he ducked, seeing his great aunt charging down the aisle like a galleon under full sail.

"Percy," she cried as she saw him, pushing her way along the pew to lean over her husband and kiss her nephew.

"It's Peter you damn fool," Horace snorted, "mad woman can't remember a thing, what," he hissed to Pete. "Hello, who is this fine young woman?" he went on, his eyes widening as he looked over Pete's shoulder.

Pete turned and saw Julia trying to walk quickly and respectfully in heels across the uneven stone floor along the cloisters.

"Pete," she hissed, "Pete!"

"What are you doing here?" Pete asked, "aren't you meant to be-"

"Come here," she said, grabbing the sleeve of his suit and pulling him off the end of the pew as she flashed a smile at the bewildered expressions of Horace and his wife.

"What is it?" Pete hissed as she led him away towards the front of the chapel, very aware that a lot of eyes were almost certainly following them.

"I need your help with something," Julia replied loudly enough for the front few rows to hear.

Pete turned and saw his parents staring at him and Julia.

"Why didn't you say so?" he replied and followed her out of sight through an arched doorway.

Julia stopped in a small room, bare stone reaching up above them to a bizarre vaulted ceiling.

"Well?" Pete asked.

Julia bit her lip and tapped her manicured nails impatiently on the wall.

"Fuck it," she muttered to herself.

"What?" Pete asked. "You're being weird today."

"It's nothing," Julia sighed, "just... no, nothing."

Pete turned to leave.

"Wait!" she barked, her arm darting out and grabbing his.

She pulled him back, close to herself, his hand automatically reaching out and leaning his weight against the wall behind her. Her eyes looked up in to his, their mouths both panting, his with the shock of being moved so violently, her's with trepidation. 

"I, er, I'm... Damnit this shouldn't be so hard," she sighed, closing her eyes. "I, love you," she shrugged, tears welling up in her eyes.

Pete smiled, then chuckled as he let one hand fall to Julia's waist and pull her away from the wall and in to his arms.

"Is that all?" he grinned to himself, "I love you too."

"Really?" Julia asked, pushing him back and looking in to his eyes again.

"Of course," Pete nodded happily.

"No matter what?" Julia sniffed.

"No matter what," Pete laughed.

Julia's hand turned on his chest, her fingers closing on his buttoned shirt and yanking him closer.

"Thank you," she whispered as their bodies pressed together again.

Pete tilted his head and kissed below his girlfriend's ear. She turned her face to his and flicked her eyes up from his mouth then back down again, softly pressing her lips to his.

"You're perfect," she breathed, her lips parting and parting his in turn.

Pete returned the kiss, dipping his tongue in to Julia's mouth, his hands tightening on her hips as the kiss grew insistent.

"How long's the ceremony?" Pete asked as Julia trailed her tongue over the stubble on his throat.

"Two hours," she sighed, her fingers on his belt.

"Two hours?" Pete gasped, moving back to look at her and judge if she was joking. "You're serious?"

Julia nodded and pulled him closer again, letting his body pin her's to the wall.

"I can't wait two hours," he groaned.

"Me neither," Julia replied, her words urgent as she moved her mouth back to his and bit his bottom lip. "I want you now."

Her hands made short work of his belt, letting his trousers pool around his feet.

"If you make one stain on this dress," she warned as she pushed him back a few steps and hitched the material up around her waist, "one stain, and we're both dead."

Pete grinned and moved in closer, pulling his cock out of his shorts. Julia's stern expression melted to one of happy desire as he grabbed one of her wrists and pinned it against the rough masonry above her head.

"No underwear?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"You were going to get it at some point today, and with such a long dress panties were just unnecessary and were going to be a hindrance," Julia giggled briefly before straightening her expression again. "Every drop has to go in me," she groaned as his mouth caressed the side of her neck.

"I promise," Pete whispered.

With a jolt of his hips he sheathed himself in his girlfriend, both of them gasping with mutual pleasure.

"Uh, that's good," Pete grinned.

"I've never done it in a church before," Julia hissed huskily before biting his earlobe. "It feels bad, in a good way."

Pete thrust again.

"Mm, Petey, in such a good way," she groaned, grabbing his hair and turning his head to kiss him again. 

"Shh," Pete hissed, "someone'll hear us."

The congregated friends and family were out of sight but the hum of conversation was still clearly audible.

"They'd just be jealous," Julia smirked.

"Maybe we should ask if they want to join us," Pete joked, adjusting his grip on Julia's thigh as he lifted her right leg.

"Haha, yeah, is that what you were planning with that old couple?" Julia teased.

Pete shook his head and frowned at his girlfriend.

"Come on," she murmured, "fuck me like a bad girl."

Pete released her wrist above her head and took a hold of her butt in both hands, lifting her clean off the ground and guiding her legs around his waist.

"Uh fuck!" Julia gasped as gravity forced her down on to him, his girth stretching her wide open. "Who did you have in mind then?" she asked, "if not a pair of octogenarians?"

"I was kidding," Pete winced.

"You wouldn't fancy a threesome with one of the other bridesmaids then?" Julia whispered in his ear.

Pete felt his cock swell and twitch violently inside Julia's hot pussy.

"Haha," he laughed, hoping to cover the obvious lust flaring in his eyes, "yeah, or Diana perhaps," he replied, trying to stick out his tongue but finding his mouth refusing to cooperate as Julia clenched her muscles around him.

"You're still on about that?" Julia groaned, "it was years ago and it's never going to happen Pete."

Pete pulled back and thrust harder in to Julia, making her stifle a yelp. He didn't mind being told 'no' but the way Julia could act like there was nothing between her and Diana made him feel as if he was being made a fool of.

Julia pulled a fistful of Pete's hair and forced her tongue in to his mouth as she yanked his head backwards. She squirmed on the hard invasion in her body, picturing Diana rounding the corner and catching them. God, she so badly wanted Diana and Pete at the same time, but how would Diana react to the suggestion and how would she explain to Pete that not only had she had a change of heart, but that they'd already slipped back in to the delicious lesbian affair they'd left behind so many years ago? It just didn't seem possible to raise the subject seriously without one of them getting hurt, besides, in her current state-

"Oh God Petey, yes, fuck me like that," she grunted through clenched teeth.

"You're so good," Pete shuddered, his climax boiling up from his balls.

"Nuh-uh," Julia shook her head, "I'm bad, I'm so bad. I'm your bad, bad girl and I need to be punished... harder, deeper, Oh fuck Pete, please? Please, punish me."

Pete wanted to rip Julia's dress down and bury his face between her tits, he didn't care about the wedding, he didn't care about whether or not his girlfriend was sleeping with his soon-to-be sister. The past and future were completely irrelevant as he furiously pumped himself in and out of the tight confines of Julia's hot, wet pussy, their bodies quietly slapping together.

Julia's fingers interlocked on the back of Pete's head, his hot breath coming in waves and washing over the exposed skin of her chest and visibly moving the draped chiffon detail the hung across one shoulder.

"I'm gonna- uh God, I'm..." Pete grunted, looking up in to her hungry eyes.

"In me," Julia reminded him, lowering her head to his shoulder and feeling his stubble rub against her jaw. "Come on Petey," she whispered, "fill my cunt with your hot cum."

"Oh God, yes, ugh, fu-uh-,"

"That's it baby," Julia purred, the last syllables catching in her throat.

"Ugh, oh fuck!" Pete cried.

Julia felt him pulse inside her as she turned her head and kissed his earlobe.

"I'm pregnant," she whispered, her heart pounding in her chest.

"Fuck, uh, here it," Pete gasped, "what!?" he tipped his head back and looked up at her face.

Julia bit her lip and nodded, smiling hopefully. With another deep grunt Pete erupted inside her, his head falling forwards as his fingers tightened in the soft flesh of his girlfriend's thighs. She felt him pour himself in to her, his body frozen to the spot momentarily before he gave another shallow thrust and fired another barrage of his creamy cum deep inside her.

"I said I'm pregnant," she panted as he descended from his orgasm.

Pete let Julia lower her legs to the ground, her dress falling to cover her once more. He breathed heavily, leaning one hand up on the stone wall and letting it take his weight. Julia stood beside him, half guilty at springing the news on him and half mad that he hadn't reacted yet.

"Julia!" a female voice yelled, echoing around the chapel. "Julia where the hell are you?"

Julia ducked her head out through the arch and then returned.

"Shit, I have to go, it looks like we're on." She bent down slightly and looked up at Pete's face staring at the ground. "Sorry," she said, "we need to talk, I-" she looked back out through the arch, "I, we, just not right now, sorry, it was a stupid moment. Sorry. I'll see you later, OK?"

Pete raised his head and turned to her as she stood by the archway.

"What, er, yeah, sure. Sure," he nodded, smiling unconvincingly.

Julia returned to the chapel, hurrying as best she could, her heels rattling on the stones. She tried to bury the doubts that were screaming at her and the little voice that was telling her how stupid she'd been.

Pete breathed slowly, shutting his eyes tight and then opening them wide. Eventually he straightened up and crouched to pull his trousers back up and buckle his belt. He gave himself a moment and smoothed out his suit, then squared his shoulders and walked confidently back out, returning his parents' stare as he passed them, returning to his pew and turning to his great uncle.

"Sorry old man, I've searched every inch of this place and I'm damned if I can find a bar anywhere in here." He grinned, his eyes meeting Horace's, knowing that everyone within earshot was staring at them.

"Not to worry Peter," Horace replied in a whisper, "always got my own, just in case, what." He winked and reached in to his jacket pocket, taking out a flask and knocking it back. "Fancy a quick snifter yourself?" he offered.

"Don't mind if I do," Pete grinned, accepting the flask and sucking back on the fiery liquid that sloshed on to his tongue. "I needed that," he replied as he handed the flask back.

"Don't we all?" Horace grinned, nodding sideways at his wife and taking another pull.

Pete chuckled and turned back to the front.

*

Pete didn't manage to catch up with Julia until the crowd had eddied its way back up to the hotel. The two hours hadn't registered in his mind at all, on more than one occasion great uncle Horace had subtly tapped him on the shoulder as everyone around him rose to their feet.

The reception was being held in some huge ballroom but as it was sunny weather the doors were all wide open and a lot of guests were milling around outside. He entered the ballroom from the inside of the hotel, scanning the crowd, hoping to God that no one would want to talk to him. He had to talk to Julia. He spotted her just outside the far door and ducked and weaved his way across the floor, whipping a glass out of her hand and placing it on a passing tray in a single fluid movement, then taking her forearm and swirling her gently but insistently back in through the doorway.




Pete's Weekend Ch. 06



"What the-" Julia gasped as she finally came to a stop and saw Pete for the first time.

She froze, her heart thumping in her chest as she waited for him to speak.

"No alcohol-"

"That was orange juice," she laughed.

"And definitely no hanging around out there with all that smoke," Pete hissed, letting his lips turn up as her eyes sparkled back at him.

"Yeah?" she whispered, looking around to make sure no-one who knew them really well was within earshot.

Pete nodded.

"I mean, that's what you want, right?" he asked.

Julia nodded slowly, her mouth opening slightly.

"You?" she asked.

Pete took her hand and squeezed it, pulling her closer and pressing his mouth to her's.

"You should congratulate Diana and your brother," Julia said, "then maybe...."

"What?" Pete laughed.

Julia leaned to his ear and whispered.

"Your cum has been running down my leg throughout that entire wedding ceremony. I've been wet the whole time thinking about how bad that is, and you," she went on lowering her voice even further, "you are a bad, bad man and I want you to take me upstairs and fuck the naughty out of me."

"I can't help thinking that that's just going to make you naughtier," Pete frowned, making no attempt to speak quietly.

Julia jabbed him in the ribs and took his hand, leading him quickly through the crowd. They spoke to the bride and groom, Andrew barely seeming to realise he was speaking to his younger brother, Diana looking radiant in her dress.

"We're just going to run up to our room so I can put on a dress to dance in later," Julia said to Diana.

Pete caught the smirk that Diana shot back and wondered just how much of what he and Julia got up to was related back to his new sister.

They hurried from the ballroom and waited impatiently for the elevator, Julia tapping her left foot on the marble floor until the doors eased open.

Their room was along the hall from the suite that'd been turned over to the bridal party for preparations. Pete took the key card from his jacket pocket and held the door open for Julia, darting in behind her.

She turned and put her arms on his shoulders, smiling uncontrollably and swaying her hips in to his hands.

"How long have you known?" he asked.

"Since Wednesday," Julia giggled.

"Wednesday? And you're just tell me now?" Pete replied, open-mouthed.

"I'm sorry, I wanted to get it right in my head first, I just-" she dropped her arms to her sides and shrugged. "Look, can we talk about this later? It's a lot to take in I know, trust me. But as long as it's something we both want can't we leave the details for some other time?"

She put her arms back on his shoulders and danced her hips forwards until their bodies pressed together, easing him back until he met the wall.

"Besides," she sighed, casting her eyes down, "I'm still wet, I still need the naughty fucked out of me."

"Show me," Pete ordered, gently pushing Julia backwards.

She grinned and turned her hands to place them on her own shoulders then ran them down on to her breasts, squeezing each before slipping her fingers lower over her stomach and smoothing the dress tightly over her thighs as she pushed her hands down and formed a triangle with her fingers around her mound.

"Show me," Pete repeated, stepping closer.

Julia retreated again, giggling as she crouched and took a hold on the hem of her dress. She straightened up slowly, enjoying the hunger raging in Pete's eyes as inch after inch of her long, tanned legs came in to view. She paused with the material draped around her knees.

"Get your cock out," she smirked, laughing at the speed with which Pete's trousers were undone.

She began raising her dress again, feeling the sticky mess on her thighs as the movement of fabric wafted the air up. 

"Look," she hissed, "I'm so bad." 

Halfway between her knee and the apex of her thighs the first smear of dribbled juices was visible. She kept lifting the dress, her eyes on Pete's cock as it swelled at the sight of more and more mess coating her thighs.

"I was standing there as he talked about dignity and humility, pressing my legs together, rubbing my thighs as your cum leaked out of my pussy."

Pete was standing inches from her now, his cock erect.

"That's so hot," he breathed.

"I nearly came standing there," Julia blushed, looking away. It was a lie but had the desired effect.

Pete took himself in his hand and stroked up and down his length.

"I was just thinking about how badly I needed you to fuck me again," she purred, closing the gap between them and placing her hand over his, guiding and slowing his masturbation.

Their mouths locked in a slow kiss, Pete releasing himself and letting Julia run a finger around and around his wet and throbbing head. 

"Fuck me," she whispered as their faces slipped by one another to kiss cheeks, necks and jaws.

Pete shrugged his jacket off his shoulders and kicked off his shoes as Julia made short work of the buttons on his shirt before reaching back to unzip her dress as the rumpled material she'd collected up around her waist cascaded back down.

"Uh-uh," Pete shook his head, "leave it on."

Julia grinned and moved her hands back, wrapping both around his shaft and tugging him forwards as she headed for the bed. She turned as she reached it, hitching her dress up above her knees and crawling up on to the big soft duvet. 

Pete moved in behind Julia, his hands instinctively reaching down to slide her dress up and reveal her butt. She parted her knees further and looked back over her shoulder at him, slowly swaying her body from side to side and dipping her shoulders down.

"Put it in me," she sighed happily.

Pete moved in, taking himself in his hand and aiming for the sticky mess of Julia's puffy lips, teasing his head between them and stroking back and forth before tapping himself up against her with a soft wet slap.

"Ugh, God," she moaned.

"You like that?" Pete asked, his hand on her butt.

Julia raised her head and looked back over her shoulder at him.

"I like it," she whimpered before dropping her head back down.

Pete slapped the head of his cock back up again, eliciting another satisfied moan. Julia reached down with one hand and rubbed a finger between her lips, wetting it before teasing her clitoris briefly. Then she spread her lips, tapping herself with one fingertip.

"Again," she sighed, "uh! That's it," she groaned as Pete obliged. "Now, put it in me."

Pete angled himself and pressed the burning tip of his cock through Julia's wet entrance, groaning as she stretched to accommodate him.

"Whose my bad girl?" Pete grunted, pushing deeper in.

"I am," Julia replied, lifting her head and pushing back against his slow, steady foray.

Pete brought his hand down hard and spanked the pert cheek, thrusting his hips forward as he did.

"Uh- uh fuck!" Julia gasped, suddenly finding herself fully impaled.

"You're a bad, dirty girl, aren't you," Pete breathed, reaching one hand down under her body and teasing her clit as he made small movements with his hips.

"I'm so bad, I'm so dirty. I'm your filthy- uh God, Pete please-"

"My filthy what?" Pete grinned, trailing his hand back up and placing it on her buttock alongside the other.

"Your filthy slut," she whimpered, "I need you to fuck me."

Pete spread Julia's butt cheeks, exposing the little puckered hole. He pulled out of her, both of them groaning as he did, taking the base of his cock in his hand and tapping his head against the ring of muscle, leaving traces of their combined wetness and a collection of thin, sticky threads from his cock to her arsehole. He pushed himself back down and in to her pussy, feeling the hot, tight embrace return as she ground back against him, anticipating his next move. She lowered her torso until her breasts pressed against the duvet, relaxing her butt and feeling a single fingertip trace circles around her sphincter.

"Put it in," she mumbled in to the bed.

Pete grinned, guessing what it was she'd said. He pushed his finger through in to the tight tunnel, wriggling it back and forth as his girlfriend froze on his cock, grunting as she took him straight to the knuckle. He paused for a moment, stroking the thumb on his other hand up and down past her hole. Eventually he felt her body sway back on his dual penetration, her voice deep and muffled as she spoke to him.

"What was that?" he groaned, closing his eyes as she tensed around him.

Julia lifted her head and then pushed her torso up too, looking back over her shoulder at him.

"I said now fuck me like you mean it," she grinned.

Pete held one hand on Julia's lower back, pulling himself from her pussy and slamming back in, his finger in her arse anchoring her as he bent and straightened the knuckle over and over.

"Harder," she panted, her hand reaching down to her clit again.

Pete pulled his finger from her hole, running rough rings around it before gripping both buttocks hard and thrusting his hips. He let his grip drift inward, both thumbs now stroking up and down either side of the winking core of her butt, rubbing the tender skin.

Julia looked back over her shoulder again, smirking as Pete responded by ramming himself in to her as deep as he could.

"Make me cum," she grunted, "now."

Pete pounded away, the bed creaking beneath them, his thumbs pulling her hole wide open and one dipping in.

"That's it Petey, fuck me, make me- ugh, uh fuck yes, fuck,"

Pete leaned forward, squashing his hand between his body and Julia's, his thumb trapped in her arse as he bent over her and reached under to grab her left breast, groping her roughly through her dress and pinching her aching nipple.

"Fuck-uh-uh-" she yelped, her head up, her knuckles white as she gripped the duvet, "I'm-"

Pete felt her cease, a silence as if her pitch had become inaudible or sound simply couldn't keep up with her body. With a cry she bucked on his cock, her body shuddering as her head fell again, her legs suddenly pressed together, squeezing him tight in the vice-like confines of her pussy.

"Uh fuck sweet Jesus," she screamed at last, "fuck me."

Pete pulled himself out of her body, his hands still on her, holding her steady until she lifted her head and turned to look back at him.

"Good?" he asked.

Julia smirked and nodded without rhythm, she loved the way Pete still needed validation. She rolled on to her side and dropped her legs to the floor, sitting on the edge of the bed, catching her breath. She turned and looked across at her boyfriend again, still standing at the foot of the bed, his cock coated, red and bobbing as he breathed heavily.

"You?" she asked.

Pete shook his head.

"Not yet?" she grinned, "allow me."

Julia pushed her heels off her feet and walked slowly around to sit back on the bed in front of Pete, slipping her long feminine fingers around his hot girth, looking up at him and smiling. She guided his cock to her lips, kissing it softly, tormenting him with touches as soft as she could manage as her heart slowly returned to a steady beat. 

"I loved it when you stuck your thumb up my arse," she whispered, letting her tongue flick over his throbbing tip.

She took hold of him in her fist and pumped slowly, grinning up at him, knowing how badly he wanted her to thrash her tongue over his head and jerk him furiously until he came.

"I want you to stick your tongue up it later," she said, kissing down the side and under as she lifted him. "Can you do that for me?" she hummed, sucking first one then the other ball.

"I'll do anything you want," Pete groaned, clenching his fists as Julia teased the tip of her tongue back and forth over the delicate underside at the base of his head.

Julia held him steady, leaning back a little and looking up at him, biting her lip before speaking with a flat, serious tone.

"Fuck my mouth," she said, "fuck it until you cum in my throat."

"On your knees," Pete growled, his hand on her shoulder as she slipped off the bed.

"Give it to me," Julia breathed, feeling his hands in her hair as his head sunk back between her lips, his slippery length coasting over her tongue.

"Fuck that feels good," Pete groaned, "suck it."

Julia sucked hard, creating a seal with her lips tight around him, swirling her tongue in the narrow space his cock left in her cheeks. He knew it wouldn't take much to finish him off, he could feel it rising already. He looked down at the golden hair bouncing around his fingers as he thrust his hips and forced himself in and out of his girlfriend's mouth. He tilted his head and looked down at the small dark shadow between the top of her breasts, suddenly desperate to see them.

"I'm going to cum on your tits," he grunted, thrusting harder.

Julia wrenched her mouth free from his raging cock, panting as she took him in her hand and jerked him furiously.

"In my mouth," she ordered, lapping at his head as she waited for his response.

Pete reached down quickly, yanking the dress down and exposing Julia's breasts in her tight strapless bra.

Julia took him back in her mouth, rocketing her lips and tongue up and down, grunting with effort and humming around him. 

There was a knock at the door and Pete turned towards it.

Julia sucked harder, desperate to finish him.

Pete turned back and gasped, the summit racing up, Julia's hungry eyes fucking him as she stared up. A noise by the door made him look up again, it opened and Julia turned her head, leaving Pete's cock bobbing as his orgasm surged up. Diana stepped in, and suddenly saw the couple. The maid outside the door hurried away and Diana pushed the door closed, raising an eyebrow. Pete grunted, a jet of cum splashing out on to Julia's cheek, he grabbed himself and pointed it down, firing the next shot at her breasts. Julia turned back and looked up at him with a grin, putting her hand on top of his and dropping her mouth back down on to his head and swirling her tongue around him, coaxing the next spurt out and sucking it back hard.

"Fuck," Pete grunted, Julia's tongue teasing his slit before retreating for her cheeks to close in tight and milk another dose from him.

"I was just looking for you," Diana said slightly vacantly as she watched Julia slowly work her fist up and down Pete's cock.

"You've found me," Julia replied, turning to the bride. "What was it you wanted?"

She released Pete and took his hand as she got to her feet.

"I, er, I can't really remember -- I should speak to you later," Diana said.

"Wait," Julia giggled as Diana reached for the door again.

Diana turned as Julia approached her, one still pristine in her wedding dress, the other dishevelled, cum splattered across her chest and her dress pulled aside.

Julia turned back to Pete and then grinned at Diana, leaning closer and drawing her in to a brief but passionate kiss.

"Julia!" Diana gasped as Julia retreated.

"Yes?" Julia grinned.

Diana didn't know what to say, she hesitated then looked over at Pete again, her eyes flicking up and down his body as he stood facing the women. Diana put her hand around Julia's head and pulled her in to another kiss, her lips lingering as her tongue danced back and forth, tasting what Pete had left there.

"You missed a bit," Julia muttered as Diana broke the kiss.

Diana followed Julia's finger down to the cum seeping away between her breasts. With another look over at Pete to make sure he was still watching she lowered her mouth, extending her tongue and dragging it the length of Julia's firm cleavage, lifting the fluid quickly as it dribbled back down and depositing it on Julia's tongue. They kissed again quickly, both smiling as they turned to look at Pete.

"I'll see you back downstairs," Diana whispered to Julia and turned, slipping back out in to the hallway and leaving the couple alone again.



Pete's Weekend Ch. 07



"So, were you ever going to tell me about you and Diana getting together again?" Pete asked as they sat curled up together on the couch. 

It was a few weeks later, Diana and Andrew were due back from their honeymoon the following morning and Julia and Pete were watching their house for them while they were gone. They'd spent the day tidying and putting up 'welcome home' banners. It felt weird to be back in Andrew's house again, it'd been years since Pete had last been there. It was also probably the last time he'd ever be there as it was going on the market as soon as the newly-weds got home. Actually, last time he'd been there he'd slept with the girl who was now his sister and ended up going home with Julia. Which was how he'd got on to thinking about her and Diana again.

"What d'you mean?" Julia asked innocently.

"Well, at the wedding-" Pete began.

"Yeah, that was weird wasn't it. I don't think a quick kiss really counts as getting together though," Julia chuckled.

"Really?" Pete laughed.

"You don't think it was weird?" Julia frowned.

"Oh no, I just can't believe you're still going to maintain your innocence."

Julia turned on the couch, sitting up away from Pete and furrowing her forehead.

"I don't understand,"she said, clearly annoyed.

"You don't remember you and Diana having sex on our living room floor not more than a month ago?" Pete laughed, "it looked like the kind of thing one would remember, I know I won't forget it."

He cocked an eyebrow at his girlfriend, daring her to deny it.

"We were a bit drunk," she shrugged as if such could explain everything. "And I guess she was getting jittery at the idea of being married, and well, I guess I might've taken advantage of that a bit," she confessed, seeing Pete's expression.

She looked away.

"It was so hot," Pete replied.

"What?" Julia laughed, turning back to him.

"Watching the two of you," he nodded. "What? You think I'd be mad that you were cheating or something?"

Julia hit him with a cushion and he went to retaliate.

"Uh!" she laughed, holding up a finger to stop him, "pregnant, remember."

"How could I forget," Pete smiled, pulling his knees up on to the couch and crawling over Julia's body as she lay back on the cushions.

"So you don't mind that I slept with her?" Julia said seriously, her hand on Pete's shoulder to slow him down.

"Not at all, but you could at least invite me to watch next time," he chuckled.

"Oh I don't think there's going to be a next time Pete, she's married, to your brother, remember? We were at their wedding," she spoke slowly and deliberately, as if talking to a child.

"Oh was that what that was, my memory's kind of hazy, I was a bit preoccupied with the news that I'm going to be a father," he laughed, going to tickle her again.

"OK, OK," she shrieked, wriggling under him. "Anyway, you'd only want to watch next time?" she asked, biting her lip.

"Oh, you are so getting it now," Pete laughed, "I'll give you a ten second head start and then you're getting it. One..."

Julia laughed and pushed Pete off of her, getting to her feet and hurrying away in the direction of the bedroom. Pete watched her go, laughing to himself.

"Twothreefourfivesixseveneightnine, ten!" he shouted, jumping up and running after her.

He caught up with her in the bathroom, letting her slow him down and pull him in to a soft, slow kiss.

"Shower?" she suggested.

Pete nodded and helped her to strip.

They stood under the hot water, steam rising around them as Pete wrapped Julia in his arms, her butt cradling his cock and stroking it as they slowly swayed together, just enjoying the warmth and closeness. Pete lowered one hand and placed it on Julia's stomach, softly caressing the almost unnoticeable swell there as his other hand drifted up to idly cup one breast. 

"How about Horace, for a boy?" Pete said, grinning to himself as he rested his chin on Julia's shoulder.

"Horace? Are you mad?" Julia giggled. "Horatio, obviously."

Pete chuckled and brushed the palm of his hand up and down over the erect nub on the breast he was holding. Julia gasped and groaned, tipping her head back and letting the water fall directly on to her chest.

"Does that hurt?" Pete asked, withdrawing his hand a little.

"Only a bit, and only in a good way," Julia replied, flicking her eyes up to his as she turned her head.

Pete returned the look and let Julia's body turn in his arms as their lips pressed firmly together. Breaking the kiss she pulled her wet hair back away from her face. She smiled up at her boyfriend and took his cock in her hand, tugging on it slowly as he reached out and softly ran his thumbs over her nipples.

"I want this in me," she sighed, brushing her thumb over the tip of his head.

Pete turned Julia around and guided her hands up on to the tiled wall, holding her wrists together with one of his hands as he took himself in the other. He nudged her thighs apart with his knee and moved in closer behind her, pressing his cock between her legs and stroking the soft swells of her labia. He breathed on her shoulder, blowing the water off his top lip before lowering his mouth to bite her there.

"Oh, Pete," she moaned, wriggling her hips back a little way and trying to envelop his cock.

Pete sucked on the firm flesh before looking down the length of his girlfriend's spine, breathing out slowly, resting his forehead on her shoulder and pushing forward and up with his hips.

The pair both sighed happily as Julia's lips spread open and welcomed Pete. He stopped with the end of his length inside her, enjoying the sensation of her soft warmth dancing around him as she giggled and made gentle circular motions with her hips. With his free hand he reached around her body and teased each nipple, flicking his fingertip up and down over the nubs and squeezing them.

"Bite me again," Julia groaned.

Pete smiled and pressed his mouth to her shoulder, licking her slowly, then kissing her, then grazing his teeth over her skin as he opened his mouth wider. He left his mouth on her, his breath coming with increasing urgency as his hand cupped a breast. He dipped his hips, grinding himself around the interior of her entrance, loving how she responded by grinding back in the opposite direction. Finally he closed his teeth on her shoulder, slowly but forcefully, sucking on her flesh and simultaneously pushing himself deep inside her.

Julia arched her back, pushing her chest forward, pressing one breast firmly in to Pete's hand and grazing the other nipple over the tiles, wincing as it caught on the edge of one. Pete filled her completely, her lips tight around his girth, his length lifting her on to her tiptoes. She reached up and held on to the showerhead, releasing Pete's hand from its position holding her and letting it join his other on her breasts.

"God Petey that's deep," she moaned, "so deep."

Pete grinned to himself and withdrew halfway, letting Julia's body come back down with a grunt. Then he thrust back in again.

"Ugh, nuh-uh fuck," she whimpered.

He dropped one hand from her breasts, stroking his fingers over the stubbled mound and zeroing down to her clitoris.

"I want to suck on this," he hissed in her ear as he ran circles around the erect little nub, "to spend all night with this between my lips, under my tongue, listening to you pant and moan and scream my name."

"God Pete," Julia gasped, writhing at his touch.

"You want that?" he asked, pulling out and entering her with another grunt of effort.

"Uh-huh," Julia managed to reply, nodding unevenly.

"Yeah?"

"Mm- yeah, please," she whimpered.

Pete pumped himself in to her again, another wet slap echoing off the tiles. He roughly groped the firm flesh of one buttock, staring down at it.

"This arse," he groaned, pulling hard on it before raising his hand and slapping it.

"Spank me," Julia squealed.

"Naughty girl," Pete grinned, leaning forward and biting her shoulder again then bringing another stinging open palm down on the wet flesh.

"So naughty," Julia yelped, "fuck your naughty girl."

Pete thrust his cock deep inside her again.

"What will you do for me, huh? Bad girl?" he panted.

"Anything," Julia replied.

Pete spanked her again.

"Uh fuck, anything," she repeated.

"How about you and Diana putting on a show for me?" Pete asked.

"I really don't think that's-" Julia began, her lust dissolving to a frown for a moment until Pete drove himself hard in to her. "Uh oh God, yes!" she cried, "anything."

Pete pounded up and down in Julia's pussy, grunting as she bounced on his thrusts.

"That's it," she moaned, "fuck your bad girl, fuck her like you mean it."

Pete ran both hands back up Julia's figure, reaching around and groping both breasts, pulling on her nipples and feeling his climax race up at the guttural groan that accompanied the feeling of her pussy clenching tight around his throbbing shaft.

Julia whimpered, another wave of bliss pouring over her as Pete twisted her nipples again, her core spiralling around a rapidly rising pinnacle of pleasure until it flared off once more.

"Uungh, oh God Petey, yes, fuck, hard- uh," she screamed.

Pete gushed a torrent of his cum deep inside Julia's convulsing pussy, quickly holding her hips still as her torso bucked in front of him her breasts bouncing against the tiles and her head tipped back. 

There was a cracking noise from above them and he absently looked up to where Julia was holding the showerhead. Another shot fired inside her and he reached up to her hands, pulling them down and wrapping her arms with his around her body as both heaved under the falling water, trying to regain their breath in the thick steam. 

*

Pete's eyes shot open. He'd been asleep but now he was very awake, he was sure he'd heard a noise. He turned his head to the dark shape of Julia's body beside him in his brother's bed. She was still, her breathing slow and steady. Another noise! He sat up and turned, swinging his legs out from under the duvet and standing. There was definitely someone downstairs. He crept across the bedroom, stopping in the doorway and looking back at his sleeping girlfriend. Should he wake her? What if he were incapacitated? She'd need to defend herself. He moved back to the bed and knelt down, his hand lightly on her shoulder.

"Julia," he hissed, "Julia wake up."

Julia mumbled in her sleep, then frowned and blinked her eyes open a crack.

"Not now Pete, I need sleep, besides you said that we wouldn't need to change their bedding again as long as-"

"I think there's someone breaking in," Pete whispered.

Julia grinned.

"Funny," she replied, "go back to sleep."

"I'm going downstairs, just listen out and call the police if-"

"You're serious?" Julia hissed, suddenly sitting up and reaching for her phone.

Pete nodded and stood up, bending down to kiss her forehead. He turned and crept out on to the landing, leaning over the bannister and peering down in to the darkness below. There was a light on, or, by the looks of it, the fridge was open in the kitchen. He looked around and wondered how easy and quietly he could fashion a weapon out of the ironing board. With a shrug he tiptoed down the stairs, freezing as he saw movement in the kitchen, the dark shape of a figure moving, obviously trying to stay quiet and, and, were they making a sandwich? He approached the doorway and leaned around, his fingers creeping up the wall to the light switch. Pete flipped the switch and sprung out in to the doorway, ready to tackle the intruder.

"What the fuck Pete!" Diana screamed, standing in the middle of the floor, half a sandwich in her hand.

"Diana? What are you doing here?" Pete frowned.

"I live here, well..."

*

Pete pulled out in to the deserted street, drove to the end of the block and straight across the junction. Julia sat in the back with Diana, her arm around her shoulder. Diana clearly didn't know how to be comforted properly, it was a lot easier if the comfortee was crying and didn't keep swinging their arms violently. 

Diana was growling and explaining what she was doing home twelve hours early. The car was loaded down with her possessions, just what she didn't want to leave behind. Pete had half expected the police to turn up anyway as they'd walked backwards and forwards with a healthy amount of the house's contents, filling his car in the middle of the night.

They drove quickly, Pete liked driving at night, especially through the countryside between his home town and where he and Julia now lived. It always reminded him of the racing video games he used to play.

Julia explained about how she'd had her doubts when Andrew had gone off on one when she'd raised the subject of having kids a couple of months ago. Julia looked up and caught Pete's eyes in the rear-view mirror. But, she said, she'd figured he'd change his mind eventually. And then he'd got so drunk at the wedding. Pete winced at the memory, it hadn't been pretty. And then, then she'd caught him sleeping with another woman on their honeymoon. She'd been leaving their hotel room and he came out of the room opposite at the same time. He'd made some lame excuse about having gone in the wrong room, failing to explain how such were possible, nor what the semi-naked woman behind him thought of his mistake.

"Argh, I can't believe I've been so stupid for so long," Diana growled.

"It's not your fault," Julia reassured her.

"Pete sorry but your brother is a complete and utter shit," Diana spat.

"Preaching to the choir," Pete replied with a smirk.

Diana laughed and wiped a tear from the corner of her eye.

"It'll be a while before he's back though," she chuckled.

"Why, what did you do?" Julia laughed nervously.

"Well at the airport I explained my story to the guy at the desk, I was going to ask him to tell Andrew that the flight was fully booked so he could get on it with me. Then I realised that I still had Andrew's passport in my bag," she sniffed and giggled. "I dropped it in a bin," she grinned. 

Julia laughed and Pete shook his head as he looked back at his sister in admiration.

"Well you're free to stay with us as long as you like," Julia smiled, taking Diana's hand in her own.

"Are you sure? I won't be long. I don't want to crowd your place with all my crap, the two of you don't need me under your feet all the time." Diana looked from Julia to Pete, leaning forward and touching his shoulder.

"It's fine," Pete replied.

"Three," Julia said quietly.

"What?" Diana asked, turning back to her.

"The three of us," Julia went on, managing to keep a straight face for a few more seconds as Diana stared blankly.

She took Diana's hand again and pulled it to her stomach.

"The three of us don't want you under our-"

Diana's expression lit-up as realisation dawned.

"And you won't be under our feet," Julia went on, grinning.

"You're pregnant?" Diana cried.

Julia nodded and Pete watched in the mirror as Diana hugged her then turned to him, climbing forward to throw her arm across his chest and kiss his shoulder.

"That's excellent news," she laughed, "how long have you known?"

"Since just before the wedding," Julia smiled.

"Uh, I've known since the wedding," Pete corrected, "some people are a bit selfish with big news."

Julia rolled her eyes, wondering if she'd ever hear the end of that complaint.

Pete couldn't stop smiling the rest of the way home. Somehow telling someone else had made it staggeringly real all over again. Diana launched a barrage of questions at him and Julia, most of which were met with a shrug and a laugh. 

Both women were still laughing, tears on their cheeks as they pulled in to the underground carpark of the building where they lived. Diana knocked Julia's arms aside as she went to lift a box from the car.

"Uh, none of that, preggers," me and Pete can carry all this. Tomorrow maybe," she laughed, looking at the clutter.

*

A couple of weeks later Diana had slotted neatly in to their home-life, occupying the spare room, doing an equal share of the cooking and chores against her hosts' insistence that as a guest she should let them do it all. Actually she was a bit of a godsend, Pete's boss was being difficult about letting him take afternoons off to go to the various appointments with Julia, and Diana was more than willing to tell her boss where he could stick his job if he wouldn't let her go. Pete couldn't help noticing that since her honeymoon, Diana's attitude to men in general had worsened. 

"Not you though," she said, reaching across to ruffle his hair at the dinner table, "not my little brother."

"For now at least," Julia chuckled with a mouthful of food.

"Ha, yeah. But apart from Pete, men are a bunch of cunts," Diana growled in mock anger, holding her fork like a dagger.

There'd still been no word from Andrew. Pete's parents had contacted him for the first time in years and he'd taken pity on them, explaining how their favourite son wasn't so great and that he was probably still languishing in a tropical paradise, surrounded by booze and floozies while he waited for the embassy to sort everything out for him. He'd had to suppress a laugh when he'd said 'floozies' but what else was he meant to say to his parents? Maybe at some point he'd tell them about the impending birth of their first grandchild.

*

It was six weeks since Diana had returned alone from her honeymoon. She was adjusting well to the realisation that her long-term relationship was over. Andrew had made a single, angry appearance, ringing the bell downstairs and ranting in to the intercom. Diana and Pete had watched him on the video screen, giggling at the little black and white image of him losing his rag. 

"He looks like Animal from the Muppets," Diana had laughed as she'd turned to walk away.

*

Pete snaked his hand over Julia's hip, pulling her back against himself as they lay in bed. He stroked her gently growing bump and kissed across the nape of her neck. She shuffled forward away from him and rolled over to face him, her hand on his cheek as she looked back at him and smiled. She raised her knee, brushing it up past Pete's crotch. Her chemise was getting a bit tight around her middle now and she happily pulled it up to expose herself as she rolled Pete on to his back and straddled him.

Pete grinned up at his beautiful girlfriend in the dim half-light. His hands automatically reached up to cup her breasts, feeling their weight and teasing her nipples through the silk. 

Julia pulled her chemise off over her head, sitting naked astride her boyfriend, feeling spectacular as his hands caressed every firm inch of her warm body. She reached down and ran her hands up his bare chest, her arms pressing her breasts together. 

Pete sat up, kissing Julia's shoulders and throat before she turned her head and met his mouth with her own. Their tongues drifted lazily over and around each other, the soft, wet sounds of their slowly mounting desire the only noise in the apartment.

Julia guided Pete's hands back to her breasts, groaning quietly as he squeezed them. He grinned and latched his mouth on to one, sucking the firm flesh between his lips and teeth before flicking his tongue over the bullet-like nipple.

"Oh Pete," Julia hissed.

Pete released her and smiled up.

"Take your boxers off," she whispered, lifting herself off him as he raised his butt from the bed and pulled off his shorts.

Julia sat back down, feeling the rising shaft press against her arse as she wriggled on top of Pete. She eased herself backwards, pushing his length down as she moved over it, feeling it trying to spring back up, the firm heat pressing up impatiently until she raised her body up once more, kneeling above him.




Pete's Weekend Ch. 07



Pete placed his hands on Julia's hips, feeling her warm, soft skin, stroking down her thighs as if guiding her body back down on to himself. Julia just grinned back at him, biting her lip as she made long, slow ellipses with her hips, grinding her labia around the bulbous head of his cock. Her hot interior moistened as Pete pushed up, lifting his hips from the bed and penetrating her with just the very tip of his manhood. Suppressing the urge to sink down on to him Julia giggled and rose higher, staying tantalisingly out of reach.

Pete took hold of Julia's hips again, pulling her down on top of him as he lowered his body. With a soft gasp Julia felt him enter her, their bodies locked together.

"Oh Petey," she whispered,"that feels so good."

Pete nodded and grinned as Julia bent down, her heavy breasts mashing against his chest as she kissed him. He ran his hands down her back, feeling the ridge of her spine with his fingertips until he reached her butt. He stroked the soft flesh and pulled her up, feeling her clench around him as she raised her head and closed her eyes.

"I want to make you cum," Pete said.

"Shh, not so loud," Julia giggled, "I don't want to wake Di."

The spare room was just along the hall, sharing a wall with Pete and Julia's bedroom. The architect, in his wisdom, had designed the apartment to have high ceilings, arched doorways, and no doors. Which was fine, until you wanted a little privacy. 

Diana lay in bed, very much not asleep. She loved listening to Julia and Pete having sex: his soft grunts, her urgent whimpers, it reminded her of the times she'd slept with each of them. She raised one knee and brushed her fingertips between her lips.

"Go on then," she heard Julia sigh happily, "put it in me."

Diana eased two fingers further in, feeling her moist heat as she pictured the couple in the next room.

"Ugh, fuck that feels good," Pete groaned.

"Mm, you like it?" Julia replied.

There was a short series of wet squelches, punctuated by urgent female gasps and then the soft sound of sheets being moved hurriedly.

Diana gritted her teeth as she slipped her fingers deeper inside, her thumb tormenting her clit as her legs splayed wide apart. She stifled a groan and sat up, leaning back on one arm as she found a rhythm to stroke herself to.

Pete arched his back, lifting Julia's weight with him as she slowly rode on top of him. They were laying in the middle of the bed now, the duvet cast on to the floor as Julia had untangled it from around their limbs. She leaned back and took her weight on her arms, her breasts thrust forward and her achingly erect nipples pointing to the ceiling.

"Fuck me," Pete groaned as Julia ground herself down on him.

Diana slipped out of bed, her bare feet carrying her almost silently to the hallway and the soft carpet. She tiptoed along to the doorway through to Julia and Pete's bedroom, pausing before looking in. They were panting and moaning softly to each other, the occasional wet slurp proceeding an uncomfortable whimper. 

"Suck on my tits. Please," Julia begged.

Diana rested her free hand on the corner of the archway and slowly moved her body forward, peeking in to the bedroom. Her eyes were already accustomed to the low light and she could see clearly enough. There they were, her two best friends, making love on their bed. She pulled her fingers out, using them to spread her lips wide apart momentarily then quickly rubbing one up and down over her clit.

Pete had sat up now, making a meal of Julia's swollen breasts as she held his head to her body, writhing on top of him. Diana wasn't sure who she envied more, she knew how good that cock felt, it'd been years since she'd had it, but it hadn't left her mind in that time. When Julia had presented her with her hen party gift and Pete had said it was just like his cock she'd had to stop herself from demanding a comparison of both size and feel.

Julia pushed Pete back down flat on his back, lowering her torso above him and gripping the headboard. Pete lifted his head and sucked a nipple hard between his teeth. He raised a palm and slapped Julia's butt.

"Shh," she groaned, "not so- uh- not so loud."

Diana rolled her back flat against the wall outside the doorway, biting her fist as her hand blurred on her clit. She looked at the tooth marks she'd left in her knuckles and shrugged, groping her breasts roughly through her tee shirt, thumbing each nipple as she bucked against her fingers.

There was another wet slap and Diana looked in to the room again, Julia was thrusting her hips back and forth on Pete, her mouth hanging open as she stared down at him. Pete stared back, feeling his orgasm build higher and higher as his girlfriend's pussy massaged every inch of him. Julia lowered one hand from the headboard, gripping Pete's shoulder, her nails digging in to his skin as she clenched, her body bucking with hard, shallow jolts.

"Uh, fuck, that's, it, so, fuck-uh, uh" Julia cried.

Pete raised both hands, groping her breasts, squeezing them together as he lifted his hips again, raising Julia off her knees.

"Fuck that's perfect," Pete groaned at last, "you're perfect, fuck," he breathed.

Julia grinned down at him, grinding herself, trying to maintain a rhythm as she rode out the aftershocks. Pete groaned then gasped uncomfortably as the unbelievably sensitive head of his cock was tormented by Julia's pussy.

"Damn that was good," he groaned as a final spurt erupted inside her.

"Mm," Julia nodded with a grin.

She rolled off sideways, lying flat on her back on Pete's side of the bed.

Diana kept looking, watching their bodies rise and fall, almost synchronised. Each body was glowing with post-coital bliss. Eventually Pete rolled over and kissed Julia briefly, whispering 'good night' to her and rolling back.

Diana watched a little longer, wishing she could creep in and slip in to bed between her friends, to be close to their warmth. Their breathing had evened out, clearly they'd exhausted themselves and were drifting off to sleep. Her own lust rumbled deep inside her and she idly teased her clit once more, smirking to herself and creeping across the cold floor of her friends' bedroom. She knelt beside the bed and gazed over the two bodies, Pete's closest. His erection had subsided but his cock was still red and wet from their coupling. Diana felt a twist in her gut and she leaned over the bed, lowering her head to Pete's body, inhaling the hot, damp scent of sex. Her finger, still on her clit, pushed her further, forcing her tongue out and guiding her to lick the sticky length of Pete's cock. He stirred at the contact but remained asleep. Growing bold Diana lifted the shaft and wrapped her lips around its end, sucking the delicious taste of both her friends from it, grinning as it began to swell.

She released it and crept quietly back to her own bedroom, sliding open the drawer in her bedside cabinet and reaching for her dildo. She rolled on to her bed and spread her legs, grinning up at the ceiling as she licked her lips.

*

Pete was feeling good. His boss had been promoted and was now occupying an office on a floor somewhere higher in the building. Pete's new boss was a colleague, a woman he'd known since he started working there straight out of uni. She was all right, one of the troops, and as it was Friday afternoon and she was trying to impress upon her new underlings that she was still one of them, she'd taken them all out, which had turned in to a pub crawl and it was now, he checked his watch, three-thirty. He watched the taxi disappear along the deserted street before he turned and fumbled with his keys to get in to the building.

Upstairs he was sober enough to know to be quiet as he let himself in. He shed his jacket and shoes by the front door and walked straight to the kitchen, eating slices of bread and gulping down a pint of water before loosening his shirt and tie on the way to his bedroom. He blinked, trying to get his eyes to focus in the dim light as he saw the empty bed. He walked further along the hall to Diana's room and found her and Julia spooning in bed. Smiling to himself he suppressed a burp and returned to his own room, flopping on to the bed, asleep before he hit it.

*

Saturday had been a day of recovery, waking at midday and finding Julia and Diana gone, a note telling him they were out buying things for the baby. He'd felt guilty that he hadn't been conscious enough to go with them. He'd called to see when they'd be home and made dinner. In the evening he'd kind of hoped Diana would go out so he and Julia could spend some time together, but she sat beside them on the couch, watching junk on TV. 

Pete was beginning to get a little annoyed by Diana's presence in the apartment, it looked as if she was planning on staying, which hadn't been the idea when they'd invited her in. It was nice that she was there to help with Julia's pregnancy, and Pete longed for the day when he'd catch the two of them indulging in the lesbian affair he was certain they were still involved in, but he didn't want those things at the expense of the relationship he'd enjoyed with Julia prior to the ill-fated wedding.

*

"Kicked you out of bed did she?" Diana giggled, padding across the living room floor towards the couch.

It was early Sunday morning and Pete was lying under a blanket watching the breakfast news programme.

"I was snoring apparently," he replied.

"Budge up," Diana yawned.

Pete cast his eyes up at her, pale legs topped with a pair of red briefs and a faded tee shirt which was too small for her. He had a moment of deja-vu and sighed, too tired to argue. He lifted the blanket and let her lay on the couch in front of him, wriggling back in to the concave arch of his body.

"That's been a while," she said happily, sounding worryingly like she planned on falling asleep.

"What has?" Pete replied.

"Lying with a man," she sighed, "can you put your arm around me?"

Pete obliged, feeling Diana grasp his wrist and pull his hand up to cuddle it to her chest.

"Your brother never liked doing this," she hissed, "he didn't do affection, just sex or relationship management, that's how I like to think of it anyway."

"What did you see in him?" Pete asked, resigning himself to the conversation.

"He used to be funny, y'know?"

Pete nodded.

"Yeah," he said, "he did, didn't he?"

"I guess his career got in the way and what we had, had too much momentum for me to bail before it was too late." 

"So what about now? Anyone else in your life?" Pete asked, hoping that against all the evidence to the contrary Diana was going to announce that actually there was someone she'd been seeing.

"Ha, just Jules and you Petey," she laughed.

Pete sighed inwardly.

"Don't you miss it though?" he asked.

"What? Companionship? I've got that here," Diana replied.

"Well, what about, y'know..."

"Sex?" she asked.

"Well, yeah," Pete nodded. He inhaled, wondering how it was that she, like Julia, managed to smell so good in the morning.

"Well, there's always toys," she muttered.

"Yeah but that's hardly a substitute, is it?"

"You know about Julia and me, don't you?" Diana asked with something approaching hesitation in her voice. She turned her head to look up over her shoulder at Pete.

"I kind of suspected," he shrugged.

"And you're OK with it?" she asked.

"I feel like if I want to stay with Julia, I have to be," he said, "anyway, this isn't about me."

"What d'you mean?"Diana asked.

"Well I'm guessing you're not exclusively lesbian now."

"What makes you say that, I could be," Diana almost sounded hurt.

"The way you said it'd been a long time since you'd laid down with a man, it didn't sound like you thought that that was a good thing," Pete felt Diana squeeze his arm tighter to her body.

"Well, no, I guess there's a difference and I'd be lying if I said I didn't miss it."

"So...?" Pete went on.

"So what? Until I find one that isn't a jerk I'll just have get my hugs from you," Diana grinned.

"And your sex from my girlfriend," Pete blurted, knowing he'd sounded too annoyed before he finished speaking.

"Ha, unless you're offering that too," she giggled, shuffling her body back against his.

Pete felt Diana's bare legs move, one rising as his knee instinctively slipped forward. Her butt pressing against his cock made him gasp silently.

"Huh, I've got someone already, thanks," he smirked.

"From what I hear, she's got someone too," Diana sighed, moving Pete's hand on to one of her breasts.

Pete groaned quietly as Diana wriggled in his arms, the cleft of her butt massaging his swelling cock.

"Someone's interested," she whispered.

"Reflex response," Pete sighed, shaking his hand free of her grasp and reaching for the remote.

"You don't mind if I just enjoy myself then?" Diana groaned, sliding her hand down her body and between her thighs, bending one leg at the knee to spread herself open.

Pete could feel the movement of her hand in front of his knee, the gentle back and forth of her fingers on top of her underwear. He tried to ignore her, or at least pretend he was ignoring her. He flicked through the channels of rubbish on TV before returning to the breakfast news show and realising that he had nowhere to put his hand. Diana reached up and took it again, guiding it to her hip before returning to her idle caress.

"You can just hold me, that's not actually a crime," she breathed.

Pete tried to focus on the TV, finding it increasingly difficult as Diana's body moved against her hand.

"Mm, that's good," she sighed.

Pete looked down at her, her eyes closed as she slowly ground herself on her fingers. His thumb flicked at the hem of her tee shirt, his index finger slipping under it and touching her bare skin.

"Yeah, Jules," Diana mumbled.

Pete thought back to the night he'd watched them on that very couch, their naked bodies entwined as they danced together. Diana opened her eyes and turned her head to look up at him again.

"Y'know, I fucked your girlfriend right here," she groaned quietly, "and it was so good."

She grinned as she felt Pete's hand slip under her tee shirt and on to her bare skin. She shuffled against his touch, coaxing his fingers higher on to her ribs. She could feel his erection throbbing between her cheeks.

"I just wish she'd used my present on me though. You remember? The dildo she got me. The one you said was just like you." Diana reached back, stuffing her hand between their bodies and running her fingers along the firm length of Pete's cock.

Pete groaned.

"We never did give it a proper comparison though, did we?" she hissed, releasing him and returning her fingers to the damp spot on her underwear.

Pete let his hand drift higher, sensing the curve of Diana's breast as he spread his thumb and index finger below it.

"Still, I've tried it out since then and I'm pretty sure it is fairly similar in size and shape." Diana gasped, tensing her body for a fraction of a second before relaxing again. "But then it's been a while and I'm not sure I remember what the real thing was like."

Pete cupped her breast, his thumb finding the erect nub and rubbing it up and down.

"Oh, bold," Diana smirked.

Pete released her and for a second she thought she might've scared him off, but his hand eased down to his hip, pulling at the waistband of his boxer shorts, his body wriggling on the couch as he pushed them down on to his thighs.

"Uh, you're bad," Diana hissed, feeling the hot, insistent press of his cock springing up between her thighs.

Pete grunted and returned his hand to her breast.

"I'm just lying here naked," he replied, "it's my apartment, I can lay on my couch naked if I want to."

Diana laughed.

"Is that the best you've got?" she grinned.

Pete gave her nipple a hard twist, causing her to groan and miss his hand dart down suddenly and yank her briefs off her hips. His cock was suddenly rubbing back and forth over her exposed lips, her juices smearing along his rigid length.

"Yeah, and now what?" Diana moaned, her hand clutching his to her breasts.

"You want me to fuck you," Pete replied.

"I do," Diana nodded.

"It wasn't a question," Pete hissed in her ear, snaking his tongue out to lick the side of her neck.

He pulled his hand free of her grip and slipped it down her body, taking her thigh and lifting it higher under the blanket, feeling her open up before him. His head pressed against her lips, hot and bulging, ready to spear deep inside and stretch her open. With a shallow thrust he was inside her.

"Ugh, fuck," he grunted, feeling her heat envelop him.

"Fuck me," Diana groaned.

Pete retreated and pushed back in again, deeper, smoothly, the tight walls massaging every inch of his length.

"D'you have any idea how badly I wanted you in your wedding dress?" Pete groaned as Diana ground back against him.

"I would've had you," she replied. "When I licked your cum off Julia, you could've fucked my brains out right there. I would've let you do anything to me."

"Would have?" Pete grunted, thrusting hard, their bodies finding a rhythm and dancing back and forth on the couch.

"Mm-hmm," Diana nodded, her hand reaching up to his face, snaking behind his head and pulling his mouth down to her shoulder.

Pete pulled her tee shirt aside to expose the skin and kiss his way up the curve to her neck.

"Still would," she whimpered, "the only difference is that, uh fuck, that the idea of screwing my brother got me so wet."

"He's still technically your husband though, right?" Pete panted, the sticky slap of skin on skin punctuating his words.

"Uh-huh," Diana nodded, "as usual he's being a cunt about cooperating."

"So...?"

"So yes, you're still my brother, technically," she smiled, "now fuck me little brother."

Pete redoubled his efforts, plunging himself deep in to Diana's body, making her shudder, her breasts bouncing inside her tight tee shirt.

"Julia was right about you, you've really filled out over the last few years," Diana moaned.

"Yeah?"

"Mm-hmm. She tells me everything y'know?" Diana grinned. "She told me how it feels when you lick her arsehole and stick a finger up her."

Pete slammed himself harder in to his sister, his fingers digging in to the tender flesh of her thigh as he lifted her leg.

Diana grinned, clenching her pussy around him, willing him to blow his load.

"She told me about it, then she did it to me," she whimpered.

Pete's body slapped against her's, the sounds partially muffled by the blanket but he was sure that if Julia was awake she'd be able to hear. Fortunately she always slept late on Sundays.

"That's right, your girlfriend put her tongue up my arse," Diana purred.

"When?" Pete gasped.

"Friday night," Diana replied, "yeah, that's right, she had me on my hands and knees on your bed."

"Fuck that's-"

"Hot?" Diana asked, "we'll do it again," she grinned, "I loved it."

Pete bucked his hips, Diana's body flailing on his thrusts as he felt his climax surge up.

"I'm gonna cum," he grunted.

"Good, that's it Petey, fill me," Diana moaned, "fill my tight cunt."

Pete exploded, his cock buried inside the hot depths, a hard gush pouring out as his body froze. Diana waited a few seconds before beginning to grind again, milking Pete's cock as she massaged it, groaning as she teased more and more cum from him.

"Jesus," Pete sighed at last, "fuck me that was hard."

"Hard and good," Diana giggled, "I'll give you a minute to recover, then you're making me cum."

"No," Pete sighed, "no, we shouldn't have done that."

"You're kidding me?" Diana laughed, turning her head.

Pete pulled himself out of Diana's body, rolling her on to her front and climbing over her to get off the couch.




Pete's Weekend Ch. 07



"That was a really bad idea," he said.

"What the fuck, Pete you can't be serious."

Diana got to her feet, standing naked from the waist down and glaring at her brother.

"This didn't happen," Pete hissed. He checked his watch. "I'm going to make a coffee for Julia and hope to hell she didn't just hear that."

Pete strode to the kitchen and leaned heavily on the table, his heart racing as his conscience raged at him. How could he have been so fucking stupid? 

The coffee was brewing and he wandered back to the living room. Diana had gone, which was hardly a surprise. He opened the window and hoped that the combination of the smell of coffee and the fresh air might mask the lingering scent of sex.

He poured a cup and carried it along the hall, he was tempted to go and see Diana first, maybe try to explain his attitude but he shrugged, Julia was his first priority. He rounded the corner in to their bedroom.

"Oh fuck, that's it Jules, lick it all out."

Pete practically dropped the cup at the scene on his bed. Diana was squatting over Julia's face, beaming back at him as his girlfriend lapped at her spread lips, a trickle of his cum oozing out and on to Julia's tongue.

"Look whose decided to join us," Diana grinned, moving aside and letting Julia sit up.

Julia blushed at Pete and wiped a smear of his cum from her cheek.

"Still think it was a bad idea?" Diana asked, leaning down and kissing Julia.