Sometimes you win either way.
The Bethel household was lively with the clatter of dishes and the hum of conversation as the two step-sisters, Ruth and Naomi, served dessert. The evening had started civilly enough with the Minister and his wife, along with their strapping son Boaz, seated around the polished mahogany table. But now, with the adults called away to a community accident, the air had shifted—thicker, charged with something closer to Sodom and Gomorrah rather than David meditating in the Cave of Adullam.
Ruth, the blonde, her cheeks flushed from the warmth of the kitchen and the wine, licked a dollop of cream from her spoon with deliberate slowness, her gaze locked onto Boaz. Naomi, the brunette, smirked, watching her sister's boldness, then deliberately leaned forward to do the same, her tongue flicking out to catch a smear of peach filling from the corner of her mouth.
Boaz's Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed hard, his fingers tightening around his glass. The sisters exchanged a look, a silent challenge passing between them.
Yep, the offspring of Eve had flipped a coin to bed the hot stud, one day. Hallelujah, the Lord had provided the opening right now. Oh, the coin toss, the tricky fucker of a penny had edged upright between their bedroom floorboards.
Ruth set her spoon down with a clink and reached across the table, her fingers trailing through the bowl of whipped cream. She dragged a line of it across Naomi's cheek, smearing it deliberately, then turned to Boaz.
"Son of Adam, your turn," she purred, holding up her fingers. "Lick it off."
Boaz didn't hesitate. He caught her fingers between his lips, his tongue swirling around them, cleaning off the sweet cream.
Ruth moaned softly, her thighs pressing together as she watched the way his jaw worked, the way his eyes darkened. Like them, it appeared he knew at least private sin!
Naomi wasn't about to be outdone. She grabbed another spoonful of cream and flicked it at Boaz's chest. It landed with a wet splat against his shirt, and he grinned, wiping it away with his thumb before sucking it into his mouth.
Ruth's breath hitched, "Fuck, that's hot."
Naomi's smirk turned wicked. She stood, stepping closer to Boaz, and pressed a glob of cream against his ear.
"Taste it," she murmured, her voice husky.
Boaz groaned as she leaned in, her tongue lapping at his earlobe, cleaning off the cream before moving lower. His hands found her waist, pulling her flush against him as Ruth circled the table, her own fingers trailing through the bowl again. She smeared cream along Naomi's neck, then bent to lick it off, her tongue hot against Naomi's skin.
Naomi gasped, her fingers tangling in Ruth's hair as Boaz's hands slid down to grip her ass, pulling her even tighter against him. Ruth's mouth followed the trail of cream down Naomi's collarbone, her lips trailing lower, lower, until she was kneeling in front of her step-sister, her tongue swiping over the swell of Naomi's breasts, cleaning off the last traces of cream.
Boaz's breath was ragged as he watched, his hands already working at the buttons of his pants. Ruth glanced up at him, her lips glistening, then reached out to stroke him through his trousers. He hissed, his hips jerking forward.
Naomi pulled Ruth up by her wrists, crashing their mouths together in a hungry kiss. Ruth moaned into it, her hands roaming over Naomi's body as Boaz stripped off his shirt, his muscles flexing under her touch. The room was thick with the scent of sweat and peaches and cream, the air electric with youthful, primal need.
Boaz dropped to his knees behind Ruth, his hands sliding under her dress to grip her ass. She gasped as he yanked her panties down, exposing her to the cool air, but then his mouth was on her, his tongue delving between her folds. Ruth cried out, her nails scraping against the hardwood floor as pleasure coiled tight inside her.
"Orrgh, fuck me, even the Magdalene never had it this fuckin' good! Ooh, yeah, mmm, yeah! Aahh!"
Naomi watched, her own fingers working between her thighs, her breath coming in sharp gasps. Boaz's fingers joined his mouth, stretching Ruth open as she writhed against him, her hips bucking in time with his strokes. Naomi couldn't take it anymore—she stripped off her own dress, her tits bouncing free, and dropped to her knees in front of Ruth, her mouth replacing her fingers.
Ruth's back arched, a broken cry tearing from her throat as Naomi's tongue worked magic between her legs. Boaz growled behind her, his fingers fucking her harder, his other hand gripping her hip to keep her in place.
"Fuck, I can't—" Ruth panted, her thighs trembling.
Boaz didn't let up. He pulled back just long enough to shove his pants down, his cock springing free, thick and heavy in his hand. Ruth reached for it without thinking, stroking him with a desperate need, her mouth-watering at the sight of him.
Naomi pulled away with a wet pop, her lips swollen and glistening.
"Fuck her," she ordered, her voice rough with lust.
Boaz didn't need to be told twice. He positioned himself behind Ruth, his cock pressing against her clammy entrance. She moaned as he pushed inside, her walls clenching around him as he bottomed out.
Naomi watched, her fingers still working between her own thighs, her breath coming in short bursts.
Ruth's nails dug into the floor as Boaz set a punishing rhythm, his hips slapping against her ass. Naomi crawled forward, her mouth finding Ruth's nipple, sucking it hard as Boaz fucked her from behind. Ruth's moans filled the room, her body trembling on the edge of release.
"Ugghh! Orggh! Slam me like I'm fuckin' Jezebel!"
Boaz pulled out suddenly, flipping Ruth onto her back. She gasped as he pushed back inside her, her legs wrapping around his waist as he pounded into her.
Naomi straddled her face, her pussy hovering over Ruth's mouth.
"Eat me," she demanded, grinding down.
Lush fem slush, dripping carnal heaven. Face sitting par excellence.
Ruth moaned around Naomi's coochie, her tongue working furiously as Boaz's cock pistoned in and out of her.
Naomi's thighs trembled, her hips jerking as she came with a broken cry, her juices dripping onto Ruth's face.
"Orrgh! Aagghh!"
Ruth wasn't far behind. Boaz pumped her. Pumped her hard and deep.
She followed her stepsister into the kingdom of flesh.
"Ugghh! Ugghh!"
And yes, Boaz was ready to cream her good.
But Naomi directed her sis to join her on her knees.
Boaz delivered fresh cream to waiting, nubile cheeks, lips and chests.
His jizz fired in rapid-releasing spurts to two chasing tongues.
Cream is fun. But the best dessert is a surfeit of cum. Warm and gushy gooey.
Even better snowballed between sisterly mouths.