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For every couple, a honeymoon period was normal. The over-eager shininess of a new relationship, of overjoyed enthusiasm and oftentimes rampant sex. And while they had settled easily into the normal happiness of being together in a healthy relationship, Lightning and Hope were still reaping the benefits of a sex life without restraint or end. It wasn't newness that drove their appetites, but each other, and complacency only worsened it, the whims of their arousal becoming heightened, the new norm being sex threaded throughout the day whenever they got the chance, something their bodies adapted to with ease. Sometimes it had context or a "reason"; settling into bed together and "helping each other sleep" by exhausting themselves with intense, bed-shaking sex. But most of the time, it was random and without reason, a brush of fingers across skin lighting them up, both surrendering gladly to the chaos of lust.
Hope slid up behind Lightning as she checked the mail, interrupting her with his warmth and his firmness as his lips settled onto her neck. The hands gripping and kneading her breasts and the rigid, thick bulge pressed to her ass, served as a distraction she was more than happy to entertain. It was firmly in the latter sort of initiation for them, but neither cared too much about the contextless madness of their sex lives, prone to losing whole afternoons or even an entire weekend to the thrills of rampant, energetic fucking. Because that's what it was, too raw and physical, too driven by lust and instinct to ever be the act of lovemaking. They fucked. Hard.
Backing her ass into his groin, Lightning didn't stop grinding against him until she felt the massive erection in his pants throb, always the loveliest of compliments to receive. "Didn't you just get dressed?" she purred, leaning her head to the side and allowing him access to his neck, which he peppered with hungry kisses. The hands on her breasts were the most noticeable of all the pleasures though; even through her top his touch was electric. Hope was a smart boy, and he knew exactly how to touch her, having spent all their time together mapping out her body and all the best ways to approach every inch of her gorgeous form. The sum of his knowledge of her body was flawless, and he used it to expertly do her in with the sort of expert insight someone seven years her junior ought not to possess. "It would be a shame if you put those pants on only to take them off a minute later."
"Then I guess I'll just have to keep them on for a little bit," Hope snickered, pressing harder into the ass pressing against him. Even through her panties and the lazy shorts she wore around the house on weekends, everything about her ass was easy to feel. The layer of softness that plumpened it up and gave it its perfect shape, with the firm layer of toned muscle beneath it that lent a firmness below the surface, making it a treat to touch and to slam into again and again in the throes of passion. His hands drifted down from her breasts, one slipping beneath the band of her shorts while the other snuck up the hem of her shirt to fondle her ample breast without it in the way.
With a happy moan, Lightning leaned over the table, biting her lip as Hope went with her, his chest remaining tight against her back, their bodies now already in a slow rhythm together, grinding up against one another and ensuring by the time somebody's pants were off that they were both ready to go and unable to stop. Her hands slid outward, spread lazily across the table as she bit her lip and closed her eyes, knowing the remarkable specimen trapped in Hope's pants, the sheer length and girth of what would soon be inside of her, and it was hard not to think about it. "And how do you propose you keep your pants on?"
She knew where he was going with it, but she had to match his playfulness somehow, as the hand beneath her panties rubbed all over her mound, swiftly growing damper beneath his touch; the warrior was a bit of a wet and messy girl just about all the time, once she had the slightest bit of arousal going for her. That, and the fingers rolling her pert, hardened nipple between their soft tips, were quick to do her in. She didn't need it, but his erection was already aching so much she knew that his attempt to keep his pants on was going to be a frustrating test of his willpower, so it seemed fair he catch her up, at least a little.
Instead of telling her, he decided to show her, pulling up off her body, the hands not quite withdrawing from inside her clothes, but gripping different parts of her, places to better grip and turn her from. Lightning spun around to face toward Hope, backing against the table a little as he gripped the band of her shorts and her panties in one firm grasp and tugged them down, revealing a long, toned pair of legs and her gorgeous, puffy pussy, topped with a tuft of pink hair. His hands gripped her thighs, pulling them apart as he stared hungrily at it, licking his lips and slowly dropping to his knees before her.
"Well, I guess we shouldn't make any plans for today," Lightning purred, sitting on the edge of the table as Hope settled down between her legs. She could feel his breath against her, warm and moist, making her shudder and twist a little.
Leaning forward, Hope planted a kiss onto the cute nub at the top of her folds, descending from side to side with bigger, wetter kisses all along her labia. "And why is that?" His fingers gripped the firmness of her thighs, keeping her legs spread apart as he looked up her gorgeous body to her face, already broken out in a smile. Hope's touch drew to the surface everything Lightning kept beneath her steely veneer with ease.
Leaning her head back, she closed her eyes, content with what was about to happen, eager to feel every last bit of his touch. “Whenever you want to go down on me to start, we always end up losing the whole day.” One of her hands reached for his hair, running through his soft white mess as she urged his head in a little tighter, for her urgency rewarded with a lick up the entire length of her opening. “Nngh, and I'm not complaining, but why is that?”
Hope laughed beneath his breath, giving a few more licks to the eager, needy pussy before him. His touch had already set her up, and now all he had to do was reap the rewards, to devour his lover and ensure that by the time he acknowledged how badly he needed to be inside of her, that she was begging him to fuck her. And there was no better way to do that than to get her off once, push her to that irresistible, lusty frenzy that the first orgasm always seemed to ignite in her. “Because I won't get the chance to eat you out after I've filled you up.”
His words were followed up by a sudden burst of energy, his tongue lapping quickly and firmly against all the places atop Lightning's mound that would elicit the greatest reaction from the woman. Indeed, once she felt the eager licks, she was moaning loudly, smiling at his comment as her head rolled back and forth along her tightened, upward-stretched shoulders. She didn't want to say this sort of thing was his greatest talent, because she loved Hope for reasons far beyond his ability to make her climax with incredible consistency, but there seemed nothing he was more gifted at than the art of sex.
Soft fingers massaged her inner thighs, a gentle push outward on her legs keeping them spread so that his head could move freely, guiding his tongue every aching, perfect inch of her lower body. He occasionally moved toward the part where leg met groin, kissing and nibbling there before coming back and sucking at her labia. She was stronger than he was, liable at any moment to clamp her thighs around his head and not let go until she stopped writhing in bliss, but until that moment came he could at least push against her weaker, reflexive pushes and squirms.
“That's perfect,” she moaned, her hold in his hair tightening a little as she moaned out loudly, her other hand gripping the edge of the table she sat atop. It was hard to keep still as he so expertly licked her pussy, but she did her best not to interrupt him while he was working, knowing his approach to eating her out was methodical and that moving frantically would only throw him off his pace and his target. There were times when frantic worked out in her favour, but this wasn't necessarily one of them. It was difficult to keep together; Lightning was a soldier, and everything with her was physical, but she needed to tone that physicality even with the one she felt safest being open with.
It was maddening, having to keep his cock away while he ate Lightning out, drawing sweeter and more frantic moans from her with each lick, but he didn't have a choice in the matter, no matter how agonizing it was. He was committed now to this task, to getting his love off and ignoring his own needs, and he knew once he finally sank into her he would have greater appreciation for it, but it was a difficult road there that really tested his will. He knew she wouldn't have complained about being slammed into right there, but it was the principle of the matter, about seeing through his promises and being the selfless lover he strove to be. One worthy of the affection of a woman as breathtaking as Lightning.
Having reached the limit to her patience, Lightning's thighs snapped forward, Hope's hands moving away just in time as she clamped them down tight around his head, bucking forward and howling in need. She released his hair, both hands grabbing tightly to the table as she laid back and pushed upward again, needily trying to feel his tongue tighter and harder against her, lost to the whims and needs that she couldn't control forever. She didn't care anymore about keeping calm or letting him work, she just wanted--no, needed--to get off.
But Hope knew it was coming, and could do nothing but smile, grab her ass, and pull her up to begin feasting.
***
Serah was used to her sister taking a while to call her back, sometimes even a day or two. Especially on weekends. But it had been almost a week since she called Lightning and hadn't received word back, even after having tried several times. The confused girl sought out her sister at her home, nerves and fears for what could possibly have happened to her finally reaching their peak. It was more for her own benefit that she went, assuming there was nothing wrong and Lightning had just been too busy to call her back for something. A bit of a dick move if it were indeed that, but the alternative certainly didn't seem much better.
Nobody answered when she knocked. Or when she rang. Or when she opened the unlocked door and called into the house. Which really got her worried, stepping nervously in, her fear beginning to get the better of her reasoning capabilities. What was going on?
The house was an absolute disaster. Not in the "broken furniture and bullet holes" way it would have been if somebody had broken in or attacked them, but the absolute disarray of two slobs who made no attempts to keep a clean house, which didn't entirely click with the couple at all, as far as Serah was concerned. Pizza boxes lay piled atop one another on the table and drink cans littered the floor, little scraps of other food wrappers and takeout boxes lying strewn messily about every inch of the house. It only filled her with greater worries, because there was no good reason for them to let go of the house this much. Her sister may not have been a neat freak but this was practically living in squalor.
The sensory assault upon her next gave her some context and, while it may have assuaged her worries a little, it opened up a new set of problems. She could smell nothing but sex and sweat, the powerful and heavy physical musk more than she had ever picked up on before. Overwhelming and making her head spin, barely able to register what it was beneath its crushing force. She'd had her crazy weekends with Snow before, but never had it been so much, so powerful. She was dizzy, taking a few steps forward, fury lighting up in her mind. Had Lightning made her worry all this time, not bothered checking her ringing phone or even her messages, because she was too busy having sex? She and Hope had lives! How could they just abandon all of that to fuck like they were teenagers?
"Come on Hope, all over my face!" came the ragged cry of her sister, voice unmistakable, and further angering Serah as she ran through the house toward the source of the noise, trying to weave and step around the piles of energy drinks and soda cans that lay everywhere. Confusion welled up amid the anger; she didn't understand how two people could have done this for a week, how they could forsake responsibilities for so long or have anywhere near this level of stamina. And perhaps going out to seek Lightning and find out for herself was not the wisest of ideas, but she just had to know! It was perplexing.
The bedroom door was most of the way open, and though she would have been better off calling from the other side of them to get dressed, she didn't think about privacy or decency, seeing red as she peered past the door to find the sight before her she wished she hadn't.
Lightning was on her knees, Hope standing before her with his cock sandwiched between her breasts and thrusting upward, and... Oh what a cock it was! Serah was a married woman in faithful, undying love to her husband, but the long, girthy beast that lay wrapped up in her sister's tits and more than peeking out the top of them was the sort of thing that could fill the most pious girl with temptation. Its size was beyond belief for the girl who'd only ever seen one, throbbing and large enough to satisfy even the cockiest of size queens. Snow could always get her off, but this...
Gripping a vibrator she was shoving needily up her pussy, Lightning was frantic in her self-pleasure, the other hand reached between her boyfriend's legs and fondling a heavy, swollen set of balls that dangled low as his own hands gripped her ample breasts, pressing them together and forming the makeshift fleshy hole into which he thrust hard. His pushes were strong and fast, needily grinding his lengthy shaft along every inch of soft tit flesh he could, intent on giving her exactly what she'd asked. But there was already cum on her face, albeit dried little flakes, and plenty more on the tops of her milky breasts. This had not been the first time they'd done anything.
Their hair was matted with sweat and in Lightning's case semen. But it wasn't the product of a week's worth of vigorous activity without bathing. A day and a half's, perhaps? Had they been fucking in the shower? Such thoughts weren't even appropriate to imagine, but she couldn't help but see it clear in her mind, the two of them displaced, cleaner in the shower, Lightning's breasts oozing with soap suds pushed about by Hope's cock thrusting into them. Hot water running all over their bodies, making them wet and washing away all the sweat their heated bodies produced freely, keeping them clean as they got filthier and filthier.
Serah whined, shutting her eyes and shaking her head vigorously. She wasn't supposed to be imagining her sister naked! And she wasn't supposed to be watching, either, but she was frozen in surprise and nervousness, paralyzed by embarrassment and by just how guiltily hot the sight of them fucking was. It was shameful and if she was caught, she was certain they would be looking at her differently from that point on, but she couldn't help herself. She was absolutely soaked between her legs, the smell buttering her up and the sight doing her in quickly. This was too much of a turn-on, no matter how much she wished it wasn't, to help herself.
"Hngh, Light!" Hope cried, tossing his head back and bucking up one last time. His cock throbbed between her breasts as he came, spilling his cum messily. Though they had clearly been going for quite a while, the thick white seed shot up in plentiful ropes that splattered up all over her smiling face, mouth open greedily to catch what she could and swallow it down gladly. It painted her features, the last few spurts a little weaker and covering her breasts instead. Fucking herself even harder with her toy, Lightning was right behind him, falling back to the floor and moaning, humping the air and her buzzing dildo as she came. Serah had never heard her usually withdrawn sister anywhere near as vocal as she was then, moans flowing freely past her lips.
"It feels so good!" she cried, twisting on the floor as her orgasm ran like fire through her, vigorous and intense. Sweltering bliss surged across every inch of her, but it wasn't enough. Biting her lip, she tossed the toy aside and grabbed his wrist in the same motion, pulling him down to the floor and wrapping her legs around his waist. "I want more, Hope!" She didn't need much aiming to line herself up and thrust forward, impaling herself on his cock and crying out in bliss. For Lightning, sex had to be vigorous, had to be intense and physical, a need only made worse by her first orgasm. Each release deepened her hunger, filled her with energy rather than drained her of it, and she had to vent that out again. An intense, insatiable cycle few men could possibly keep up with, but she'd been lucky in finding the one who could.
Her hands grabbed at his bare shoulders, but Hope was quick to shut that down, grabbing her wrists and pinning them to the floor as a single powerful thrust drove her to the floor, making her moan in excitement as he took the reigns from her. She begged him to fuck her and he did precisely that, keeping her on the floor by fucking her hard and deep, each thrust not stopping until he couldn't push any further, coming back up and driving down with that same fury each time. Her intensity was infectious, keeping him thrusting and fucking until she said to stop, able to keep up with her at her absolute worst.
It had been seven days since he first went down on Lightning while she read the mail. Since then, they had abandoned their lives, calling in for last-minute "emergency" vacation time and enjoying carnal bliss with each other, fueled by takeout and short bouts of sleep. The unfettered extreme of their affections and of their lusts drove them to heights of enrapturement that was probably not particularly safe and certainly did them little good in the grand scheme of things, but which felt too incredible to stop, barring outside forces. Like the one outside their door, who remained silent and unnoticed.
With wide eyes, Serah stared at her sister. There was so much about this to take in, and the hazy arousal heating up between her legs was making it difficult to focus on any of them. She was horny watching them fuck, barely able to restrain herself from sticking her hand down her pants and fingering herself to the sight of her sister getting drilled on the floor by what she knew must have been a cock big enough to tear her open! They'd been fucking all this time and she probably still couldn't take him without a little frustration, even if Lightning was the sort to get off on frustration. And the fact she was on her back during it all, begging to be fucked rather than riding his lap and grabbing his hair with demands to stay still so she could move... She'd never sat down and pondered how her sister had sex, but seeing this was a rather big surprise.
Lightning's legs tightened around Hope's waist, trying to limit how far back he could thrust in a greedy to bid to feel him as deep inside of her as she could muster. It was an intense feeling, of intense fullness brought on by his sheer size, of warmth and the affection beneath it. Their relationship was one of affection that merely manifested itself through intensely physical means, and she could feel in his every touch, which at that point involved his fingers pressing into her back and his lips finding her neck, that he truly loved her in ways neither really had to put into words. It was unspoken and sweet all its own.
For Hope, it was all in the slick, hot tightness wrapped around his cock, something that simply couldn't be beaten. He adored fucking her every which way, but it was variations on vaginal sex that excited him most, at least in the "during" parts of the matter. Especially in the way he could push her around, fuck her hard enough to keep her still and in place. She was stronger than him by a considerable deal, but she was surrendered to the moment and lust, letting him flaunt and fuck her hard with his own strength—which was certainly not paltry by any normal person's standards—so that she could reap the benefits. Submission wasn't quite the right word for it, but neither of them cared very much about words in their intense, sloppy state.
Serah could think of a few words though, even if they were hard to convey. Anger and lust fought for control of her actions, both tempered by shock as her sister got fucked into the carpet. Moans and slick, wet thrusting noises filled the room, overpowering her heavy breaths and the little moans of need welling inside of her. How was this fair? Or at all right? That after all she'd been through in her life, the troubles and the dangers, she was not only subjected to this awful sight but more turned on by it than most anything short of her husband's touch? It wasn't okay in the least.
Reaching their feverish finale, Hope groaned, cumming first as Lightning's pussy held him like a vice. He couldn't help it, she felt too tight, too good, to even think about holding back. And he knew she didn't want him to, bucking forward and grunting one last time as he flooded her pussy with another plentiful load of cum, each throb loosing another heavy rush of splooge into her gripping, soaked pussy. That warmth set her off in short order, Lightning surging with excitement as she lost control, writhing in bliss on the floor, moaning as she reached her peak and the closest she got to satiation. They'd been at it for hours, and she knew as this orgasm wracked her over-sensitive body that she needed a break, going limp and breathless on the floor beneath him.
"That was good, soldier," she panted. "Take five."
Hope smiled, giving his girlfriend a long peck on the lips before he pulled away, thick strands of semen and quim sticking to his cock as his seed began to leak out of her gaping, well-fucked hole.
Which was when, their gaze turning toward the doorway, they saw their conflicted voyeur peeking past the halfway-open door, Serah's eyes going wide and her face burning up with bright pink. She was on the spot all of a sudden, left without any way out of this situation that wasn't intensely shameful, and her mind wracked itself for an excuse. 'Y-you haven't answered my calls!" she shouted, swinging the door open wide and trying to put all her fire into an act of indignance, even though she'd been watching them fuck and her panties were so wet they clung to her aching mound. "It's been almost a week, and I was terrified! I thought you got yourself into something else and were dead somewhere!"
"Has it been a week?" Lightning asked, cooing a little as she acted unaffected by her sister's chiding. "Mmm, I haven't been keeping track of time. We've been a little preoccupied, haven't we, Hope?" She bit her lip as she turned to her lover, giving him a soft little wink.
"I think it has been? I've lost count of how many times we've ordered out, but a week sounds right." In the afterglow, something akin to shame actually caught up with him as he realized the way Serah's eyes had shifted from their brief flash of anger and were now pointed directly to his half-erect cock, dangling heavy between his legs, balls still hanging low, full of cum despite having already left quite the mark on Lightning. Groaning, he quickly dove out of the way, grabbing a throw pillow and covering himself with it.
Too well-fucked to care even in these circumstances, Lightning remained on the floor, lazily pulling a blanket off the foot of the bed and draping herself with it. "We should probably get in the shower, but first..." She turned back to her sister, trying not to laugh at their predicament or how easily they had lost a week of their lives to lust. "What did you want to talk about?"
Somehow, Serah felt anger well up inside of her at the question, getting indignant and groaning. "Well it's obviously not that important, is it?" she yelled, turning on her heel and storming out of the house, her head a swampy mess of emotions she had no desire to try and piece together. In truth, she had been so thrown off of her game that she had forgotten what the original call was even about in the first place.