**Nostalgic Sin: The Painter’s Return**

It's treatable getting older and I loved going to the park in the summer and sitting on the beach watching beautiful body wondering bye me and this park had rentals cabin And one afternoon two young women walked by me and one turn around and said I know you and I said know you don't and she said ten years ago you paint our house and you were having sex with my mother and looked at and said you are twenty now and then she said me and my friend got a cabin and way don't you come up and drink with us and maybe you can show us a real man is

The cabin smelled like salt and old wood as the wind slipped through its cracks. I’d stripped the sheets off the bed before they even got the door open—just my fingers on the keys, fast as a twitch, while they stood there in their sun-kissed shirts. “Took you long enough.” The one who’d spoken up front smirked, her teeth too white, her tan too perfect. The other, her friend, had a slow curve to her lips, the kind that promised trouble. I stepped out from the shadows, bare-chested, the sheet still clutched in my hand. “You’re not painting anymore. You’re not old enough to remember a thing.” My voice was rough, the way it’d been in *their* summer, ten years ago—less patient. The first one slid her palm up my ribcage, nails sharp enough to draw blood. “Prove it,” she breathed. Her friend leaned in close, her tongue flicking out to wet her lower lip. “Or show us you’re still hard.”

The sheet slipped from my grip as her fingers traced lower, skimming the dip of my hip before curling around the waistband of my shorts. I didn’t flinch—just stepped closer, the heat from her body mixing with the cabin’s stale air. “You’ve got a mouth like that,” I rasped, not asking. “You should’ve said something sooner.” Her friend watched, hands balled into fists against her thighs. “We *did*. But you’re the one who ignored us.” The first one laughed, low and wet, her thumb brushing over the swollen head of my cock through the cloth. “Ten years and you still can’t walk away.” I grabbed her wrist and pinned it to the bedpost. “No regrets.” The other woman finally moved, pushing the first’s hand aside, sliding her own between my legs. Her grip was firmer—less teasing. “Then show us.” She didn’t ask. The sheet tangled around her ankles as she went to her knees. My fingers wove into her hair, rougher now, but she didn’t pull away. Just tilted her head up, her dark eyes daring me to say her name. I didn’t. The cabin creaked, the wind howling outside like a threat as her teeth grazed where the fabric stretched tight.

And one said don't worry we both are on the pill and want to see if your cock can take both of us on

The cabin groaned louder as the wind rattled the door. “That a fact?” The first one—*baby teeth, still laughing*—nodded. “Or are you just wasting time?” Her nails dug into my thigh now, sharp enough to remind me that some things never changed. The other woman’s lips were softer, dragging up the length of me, her breath hot against my skin. I cupped the back of her head, fingers pressing against the edge of the mattress. “Bend over.” They didn’t hesitation. Just turned in unison, the taller one dropping her shorts in one smooth motion, the other already hitching her thighs onto the bed, ass raised just past where the sunlight bled through the cracks. “See? We want it *fair*.” The friend licked her lips, eyes on mine. “And I bet you’re big enough to handle both.” I wasn’t answering. My mouth was already on her, teeth grazing the delicate skin of her throat before I bit down—just enough to hear the gasp, the tangled breath. The first one pressed her fingers into the mattress, hips rocking as I knelt, hands guiding her into position. “We’re going to break you,” she whispered, voice thick. The other woman’s laugh was husky, her fingers gripping my shoulders. “No. We’re going to *remake* you.” I didn’t argue. My tongue was already working, slow and deliberate, as the taller one eased her way down, the tight heat of her swallowing me whole with a single, teasing breath. The first one shifted, her thighs spread wider, and I knew exactly what she wanted—before her hand even found my cock. “Last chance to walk away,” she said, but there was no play in her voice now. Just command. I didn’t look. Just drove deeper.

The taller one’s grip tightened around my shaft, her knuckles brushing against where the first had already started working me open. Their lips were hot against my skin, one licking, one sucking—no synchronicity, just hunger. I groaned into the throat beneath me, my tongue leaving wet trails where she clenched against the pressure. “That’s it,” the second one urged, her hips grinding back against me as I buried my face in her neck, teeth marking the place where her pulse jumped with every drag of her throat. “Fuck *one* of us first.” I twisted my hand in her hair, not answering. The first spread herself wider, guiding me with a gasp. I didn’t need it—just her taste, the way her breath hitched when my fingers found where she was already slick. Three women, one cock, the wind outside a lie. The taller one took me deeper at last, her nails scoring my back for emphasis. “Now *her*,” she demanded, voice rough. I obeyed before she could finish. My mouth found her pussy first, teeth grazing where my tongue had been, just enough to make her shudder. “You’re going to milk us both dry,” she said, and I knew she wasn’t wrong—not then, not there. “Make sure he feels it.” The other one’s grip was iron on my shoulders, her ass still pressed back, heat radiating as I worked her open. The first’s teeth sank into the bedpost, muffling her cries, but I didn’t slow down. I knew what they wanted—what *I* wanted. And I wasn’t giving it to either of them yet.

The first one’s gasp turned to a whimper when I finally pulled back, the taller’s tight heat clinging as I adjusted—just enough to hear the *pop* of something wet and hot. The second’s thighs trembled against the bed, her breath coming in sharp bursts when I nudged her hip aside, my cock brushing against the first’s slickness before I lined up. “Fuck yes,” she arched, her voice already raw as I pressed inside. Not slow. Not gentle. Just the way she liked it—hard enough that her nails dug into my ass, drawing blood. The taller one watched, her fingers tracing up my spine as the bedframe creaked, the rhythm of my thrusts matching the storm outside. “The way he groans…” she murmured, lips ghosting over my shoulder, before biting down just as the first’s pussy clenched around me. I twisted my wrist, catching the second’s gasp as I drove deeper, the tightness of her body demanding I fill it—now. Taller’s hand slid between us, her thumb circling the base of my shaft as the first’s grip tightened. “Make him *hurt*,” she commanded, voice low. The first one laughed, her hips rolling back to meet my thrusts, the *thud* of my body against hers sharp in the quiet. I didn’t need more. Just her—both of them—breaths shallow, teeth pressed against each other as the second’s clit rubbed against my fingers, the first’s walls squeezing like hell. The taller one’s touch was a brand against my skin, hot and unyielding. “Switch,” she growled. I didn’t hesitate. Pulled free with a wet sound, the first’s cry following me as I flipped, the second’s hand already wrapping around my cock before I could even breathe. The first was there, her lips greedy, her tongue leaving trails up my thigh, my balls— “Enough,” the second one snapped. “He’s ours.” Taller’s fingers gripped my wrist as I shifted, the first’s pussy already open, wet, and *ready*. “Bury it,” she said, not a question. The second woman bit her lip. “I’m going to *ride* you,” she told me, and I knew better than to argue. Her hands were on my shoulders before I could answer, her weight descending before I had a chance to brace. I groaned, my cock already disappearing—just like that. The first’s lips were hotter now, her breath dragging over me as the other’s heat clamped down, her hips grinding in slow circles. Taller’s hands were on my chest, her nails tracing a path downward, my skin flinching when she wrapped her fingers around the base of my cock. “Milk us *now*,” she demanded. No softness in it. Just the way I fucking liked it—dirty, rough, and *hungry*. The second’s teeth sank into my shoulder as I thrust upward, the first’s tongue dragging along my shaft before she took me deep again, her throat fluttering against the head. The room was a chorus of wet sounds—breaths, grunts, the slick slide of bodies. “Fuck—” the second choked, her hips snapping down harder, nails leaving crescents in the flesh above my heart. The first’s pussy squeezed, her legs tightening around my waist as the taller one’s grip on the base of my dick sent a shiver down my spine. “You’re ours,” she said again, voice rough with every drag of my cock. The second’s ass rubbed against my thighs, her breath hot against my ear. “Say it.” I didn’t have time. Her pussy was already pulling me deeper, the first’s mouth sealing around me as I drove upward, both of their bodies now a single, suffocating pulse around my dick. The wind outside howled, but it was nothing compared to the storm inside me.

And then I told them to stand side by side and bend over because I'm going to fuck both of you doggie style at the same time

The taller one didn’t even flinch—just smirked. “Smart call.” Her fingers already trailed down my chest, over my straining abs, before she gripped my shaft again, guiding it toward the heat pulsing between their thighs. The other woman’s laugh was sharp, breathless. “Fucking *bitch*—” “—*no*—” the first corrected, her hand still clamped around my wrist. “We’re *your* bitches.” I didn’t need words. The way they turned, pressing their asses out in unison, hips already shifting to meet the angle—one soft and yielding, the other gripping the sheets like she’d never let go. Their legs were spread just enough, the sight of them lined up, slickness glinting in the dim light, had my cock jerking against the first’s fingertips. “No mercy,” she reminded me, voice rough as she nudged me forward. The second’s breath hitched when I finally aligned, the head dragging through her folds before I pushed—just an inch—inside where her body was already clamping down. The first’s gasp was muffled against the mattress, her thighs trembling when I pressed deeper, the second’s whimper a counterpoint as I filled her in one slow glide. “*Together*,” the taller one ground out, her hands already braced against the bed. I didn’t need to be told twice. My thumb found the second’s clit, rubbing in sharp circles as I eased the first in behind her, the way their bodies stretched around me almost too much. The first’s nails raked over my palm, her thighs tightening when I twisted inside her, the angle forcing a groan from all three of us. “That’s it—” the second choked, her hips bucking back against me as I adjusted, the first’s pussy already squeezing at the same time. The mattress creaked, the sound raw, the slide of skin against skin slick with sweat. The taller one’s breath was a growl against the pillow, her ass still pressed out, demanding I fuck her first. I didn’t. Just drove deeper—harder—into the second’s tightness, my thumb rough against her clit. The first’s body shuddered around me, her teeth pressed against my shoulder as I pulled back, only to slam inside again. The storm outside was nothing compared to the way their pussies clenched, the slick sound of their bodies taking me filling the cabin with the kind of hunger I couldn’t fight anymore. “*Faster*,” the first demanded, her voice already rough with it. “Make us *yell*.” I obliged. And they did.

The first one’s gasp was raw when I pulled back, her pussy still so damn tight around me that I couldn’t even let her go before I was nudging the second in again. My cock dragged through her cum—thick, warm, clinging to my skin—and she moaned, the sound vibrating against my palm as her teeth marked the inside of her lip. “*Fuck*,” she breathed when I filled her, her hips already rolling against mine in short, desperate bursts. The taller one’s fingers twisted in my hair, yanking my head up just as the first’s nails dug into my shoulder. “Watch us,” she commanded, her voice rough with need. I didn’t have to be told twice. The second’s thighs quivered as I drove deeper, the creamy slide of her cum making it slicker, hotter. Her breath hitched when I hooked my arms under her waist, pulling her back as I thrust in, the angle forcing a choking cry from her. The first was there before I could even blink—her lips locking onto my neck, her tongue rough as she sucked at the pulse point, my cock buried in the second’s wetness. The way her body spasmed around me, the white streak of her cum dripping down my shaft, had my vision blurring. I couldn’t look away. Every thrust dragged me through more of it, her walls fluttering as the first’s thighs clamped around my waist, her fingers gripping my cock in tight, bruising circles. The bedframe groaned, the storm outside forgotten as I lost myself in the way their bodies moved together—hungry, desperate, and fucking *mine*. The taller one’s nails marked my back, her breath hot against my ear. “*Cum* inside her,” the taller one ground out, her voice a feral growl. The second’s pussy swallowed me, her walls fluttering as I pushed all the way in, the first’s breath coming in sharp, greedy pants. I didn’t have a choice. The way they felt together, the way their bodies demanded—my cum surged up my shaft, hot and thick, and I buried myself inside the second, driving in deep as her body clenched around me. The first’s thighs quaked, her pussy still squeezing tight when I pulled free with a wet sound. The second’s walls milked me, her breath a shattered cry against the mattress. Cum dripped down my shaft as I eased the first in next, my finger already tracing her throbbing clit, the way her body was ready for more before the last shiver faded. “*Again*,” the taller one demanded, her fingers already tangling in my hair. I obeyed.

And then I told them to lay flat on the bed because I'm going to fuck in-between your breast and shoot my load in your face

The taller one’s smirk faltered for half a heartbeat before she turned feral again. “Like *that*?” she purred, grabbing my wrist and dragging me down with her. The sheets were yanked free, leaving her exposed from the waist up—her chest rising fast, nipples hard as they strained toward me. The other woman was already flattening herself beside her, her arms outstretched, legs pressed together in a perfect, slick little pillow. “I want to see it,” the one beneath me whispered, her lips parted as I climbed between her spread thighs. The taller one caught my eye, her grip tightening just enough to make me feel it. “We fucking *bite*.” I didn’t hesitate. Just adjusted myself over the second’s heaving chest, her skin soft but taut between her fingers, my cock dragging through the valley of her breasts before I lined up with the first’s mouth—her lips warm, open, tongue already swirling against the head. The way she took me in, the sharp intake of breath when I pressed deeper, the way her teeth grazed the underside of my shaft—it was *fucking* exquisite, a pressure I’d never felt before. “God,” the first beneath us gasped when I pulled almost all the way out before slamming back in, her legs kicking up in a stuttering rhythm as the taller one tightened her throat around me. “Fuck me—*no*—” she choked, her fingers clawing at the sheets when I twisted between them, my thumb finding her *pussy* again without looking. “Watch—watch—*us*.” The taller’s laugh was rough, her nails raking down my back as she sucked me harder, her free hand already sliding between her own thighs—slow, deliberate fingers pushing inside herself at the same time I was fucking her friend. The second’s gasp was raw when her walls fluttered, her chest rising fast under mine, her nipples slick with need. “Cum,” I growled at the taller one, my cock straining against her tongue. She obeyed, her hips bucking against the mattress, her body already clenching around her own fingers. The second beneath me was watching, her breath hitching when the taller’s free hand came up—two fingers coated in her own cum, now pressing against my balls before she slicked them up my shaft. “Ready?” the taller one asked, her voice already thick with it. I didn’t answer, just drove in again—harder, deeper—and groaned when her throat swallowed me whole. The second’s thighs shook, her chest rising fast as the wave hit me, her walls already fluttering around the head I was dragging through her folds. “Yes,” she breathed, her fingers twisting in my hair as I pulled out, my cock thick and dripping with both of them before I was angling it up, toward the taller’s open, hungry mouth. “*Cum*.”

The taller one’s throat flexed around my length, her hips still pushing against the air like she was chasing something—maybe the ghost of my fingers still buried inside her. The second’s grip on my waist tightened, her breath coming in ragged little pants as my dick dragged through the valley of her chest, the weight of my balls resting against her soft lips before I lined up with her open mouth. She whimpered when I pushed in, her tongue curling around the underside of my shaft as I slid between her tits, the other woman’s cum slicking my descent. The taller’s nails scored my ass, her voice a wet rasp as she took me deep. “*Fuck*—look how good she takes you.” The second’s head tilted back, her throat swallowing me with every careful inch. I hooked my fingers under her chin, forcing her to meet my gaze as I thrust—her lips stretching around my thickness, her eyes glazed with pleasure. The taller’s teeth dragged against my skin, her grip bruising, and then she was laughing, her voice rough against my cock. “*Do you like that?*” she demanded, her fingers finally slipping away from her soaked pussy, now tracing the second’s nipple before her hand came up—this time pressing into the crevice of her chest, my cock trapped between her fingers and the heat of her tits as the bed groaned with the pressure of their bodies. The second’s breath hitched, her walls fluttering against the air as the taller’s grip tightened around me. “*Is she ready for this?*” I didn’t have to answer. Her fingers were already slick, roughened with both of our cum, and the second’s body clamped down in a shuddering rhythm when the taller twisted, her thumb pressing into the tight space between my shaft and her skin—*not* gentle. The second came with a gasp, her chest rising fast as her nails raked against my back, my cock trapped in the perfect, suffocating vise of her body. “*Now it’s your turn.*” The taller’s laugh was a wet, hungry sound as she pulled me free, her fingers already coating my length again. She didn’t wait. Just guided me back down, her body arching as I lined up with her waiting mouth—her lips warm, breath scenting the air with the tang of our shared release. “*Take me.*”

My hands were slick where her cum had dried, the heat of it still clinging to my skin as I adjusted my grip. No words, just action—my thumb sliding over lips still puffy from the second’s tight mouth, and the taller one’s breath hitched again when I pressed my tip against the soft, bruised flesh of her pussy. "*This isn’t fucking old*," I muttered between thrusts, my cock sliding through the valley of her tits once more before I lined up. She sucked in sharply when I nudged inside her, her thighs trembling as she locked around me—not for support, but because she couldn’t *help* it. The second’s nails cut into my ass, her teeth dragging against the underside of my shaft before I was finally buried between them, her lips pulling tight around my base where nothing had fit before. "*Fuck*—yes," the taller one breathed as the second’s tongue traced the edges of my cockhead between her breasts. The way they worked me—one tight and wet, one teasing and slick—it was too much. I pulled out, my thumb pressing into the second’s entrance, and then I was back in, the heat enveloping me as I drove deep. The taller’s laugh was a sharp, wet gasp when I hit her throat, her body arching, nails digging into me like she was *trying* to hold on. “Watch,” I growled, and they did—eyes locked on each other as I fucked, the second’s chest rising fast under me, her nipples slick with both of our cum. The taller’s hips bucked, her body chasing its own release as I twisted, my thumb slicked with her and now pressing into the second’s clenching walls. The first beneath us was still watching, her gaze darting between us, her free hand already buried between her own thighs. The bed groaned, her thighs spreading wider for me as I angled my cock for a taste of both of them at once. “*You’re not old*,” the taller one whispered again, her voice barely audible through her own gasping breath, and I didn’t answer—just slid in, the second’s teeth scraping against me as I lined up with her waiting mouth. They both came hard, their bodies arching as mine fucked, the room filling with the scent of something raw and shared. I buried my face in the taller’s tits, her name a rough, wet growl as I pulled her down against me. The second was still swallowing me, her nails digging into my skin as I fucked her throat, the weight of her body against mine, her pussy still clenching around air. The bed was slick beneath us, the only sound the rough scrape of our skin against each other. And then I was pulling out, my cock thick and dripping, my thumb already pressing it home between the second’s spread thighs. “Wait,” the first gasped. The taller’s smirk was gone, her body arching as the second’s whimpered low, her walls fluttering against the weight of my fingers. I didn’t look at her, just at the second—her eyes locked on me, breath hitching as I pressed in harder. “*This*—is how fucking young a real man can make you feel*.”