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-in-law 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-in-law, 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-in-law, 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.