LOGINNora.He started stroking that massive cock right there in front of me, low groans rumbling from his chest as his fist pumped up and down the thick, veiny length.Then he suddenly rolled onto his side—and his eyes locked straight onto me.My gaze was glued to his hand still wrapped around that huge shaft, barely tucked back into his trousers. It was the only thing my brain could focus on.“Jesus Christ, Nora! What the fuck are you doing in here?!” He yanked his cock back into his pants and slammed the laptop shut, quickly sliding off the bed to stand in front of me. “How long have you been standing there?”“I was just…” I stammered, my mind completely blank.I didn’t have a real excuse. I hadn’t come in here for help with homework or anything innocent. Pure curiosity—and that deep, aching hunger between my legs—had pulled me into his room late at night while our parents were asleep.“Why are you in my room, Nora?” His voice was low, strained, almost dangerous. “What was so important i
This story contains themes of incest and is intended for mature readers only. It is not suitable for all audiences. ⚠️ If you feel uncomfortable with such content or believe it may be triggering for you, please consider skipping these sections or moving on to later chapters. ⚠️ Reader discretion is strongly advised. Nora. I had never watched porn before. I’d never even thought about seeing two people fucking on screen. Just two weeks ago, I was still seventeen. I’d only just turned eighteen. I was getting ready for college and was still Mommy and Daddy’s sweet, innocent girl—the kind who didn’t think about sex, first kisses, or boyfriends at all. But my best friend Mia had a boyfriend. And I’d secretly watched him finger her once. They thought I didn’t notice, but I saw the way her lips parted and her thighs trembled under the desk while his hand worked between her legs in class. That day, something hot and unfamiliar burned inside me. My panties got soaked. When
Lila.When I tried to push back, chasing more of his tongue, Ronan slapped my ass hard. The sharp crack echoed through the shack.“Hold still, baby girl. Take exactly what Daddy gives you.”Two thick fingers slammed into my dripping cunt without warning, burying knuckle-deep in one rough thrust.I screamed, forehead pressing against the rough wall as my pussy stretched around the sudden invasion. He curled them perfectly, stroking that sensitive spot deep inside that made my eyes roll back in raw ecstasy.His mouth never left my clit—sucking, flicking, gently biting until my juices coated his chin and dripped down his wrist in messy rivulets.I was sobbing when the orgasm tore through me, voice hoarse and broken.“Daddy—I’m coming—fuuuuck!”My cunt clamped down viciously around his fingers, pulsing and fluttering as hot slick gushed out, squirting over his hand and splattering his forearm. He groaned against my clit, the vibration dragging the pleasure out until my legs gave way. Only
Lila.The heavy bass from the beach bonfire throbbed through the night like a second heartbeat, vibrating up through the sand and mixing with the crash of waves and the sloppy, drunken sounds of horny couples.Laughter melted into loud moans. Clothes were yanked aside. Cocks disappeared into eager mouths and dripping cunts under the flickering firelight. The air was thick with salt, sweat, cheap beer, and the unmistakable raw scent of sex.Chase’s hand rested hot on my lower back, fingers dipping low enough to tease the top of my ass under the tiny denim skirt. His hard cock had been grinding against my thigh for the past hour, leaking into his trunks while his eyes stayed glued to Bella dancing nearby.She looked like pure sin in her skimpy bikini, massive tits bouncing, nipples stiff and obvious. Some guy already had his hand shoved down her bottoms, fingers pumping into her while she rolled her hips.Chase wanted her badly. I didn’t give a fuck. My throbbing pussy was already achin
Lila.The afternoon stretched out in torturous anticipation. Bella buzzed around downstairs getting the picnic ready, while I dressed like the shameless little slut Ronan had turned me into. I slipped on a tiny denim skirt that barely covered the bottom curve of my ass and a thin, tight top with no bra. My hard nipples poked obviously against the fabric. No panties either.I wanted him to see exactly what he’d created—wet, needy, and dripping for him.When the knock finally came, my heart slammed against my ribs.“It’s open,” I called, voice shaky.Ronan stepped inside and the whole room seemed to shrink, growing hotter and thicker with tension. His sleeves were rolled up, showing off those powerful, corded forearms. His work pants hugged his thick thighs and that heavy bulge I now knew so intimately.He carried a small toolbox. His dark eyes swept over me slowly, lingering on my stiff nipples and the bare expanse of my legs. The heat in that brief look made my pussy flood insta
Lila.I woke up deliciously sore.My thighs were sticky with dried cum, my pussy tender and swollen with a deep, throbbing ache that pulsed through my core with every tiny movement. It was the sweet reminder that Ronan had fucked me raw last night—his massive, veined cock stretching and claiming my virgin cunt for the first time. God, just thinking the words sent a fresh rush of creamy heat leaking between my legs. Every filthy fantasy I’d ever rubbed my clit to had come true in one brutal, perfect night. Now my body only craved one thing: his thick cock. The heavy, unforgiving length that had reshaped my tight little hole and left me addicted.I rolled onto my side, squeezing my thighs together. The pressure on my oversensitive clit dragged a muffled moan from my throat. Something had cracked open inside me—a greedy, bottomless hunger for the dirty, degrading things I wanted Ronan to do to me again.Was this addiction? This shameful, desperate need to be used by my best friend’
Kristi. My pussy clenched hard reading it, fresh wetness trickling down my thigh. This was darker and hotter than any fantasy I’d touched myself to. I was signing away my body to my father’s best friend, the man who’d watched me grow up. And I was soaking for it.I looked up at him, voice husky
Kristi.My head was still lolling back against Troy’s broad shoulder.My moans and confessions hanging in the air, when his hand finally left my aching breasts. I was panting, my nipples throbbing from his relentless pinching and twisting, my white shirt half-unbuttoned and hanging open like an in
Kristi. “Yes,” I whispered, the word slipping out. My voice was barely audible, thick with shame. Despite that something far darker and hungry bloomed in my core.Troy’s low, rumbling chuckle filled the space between us like smoke. He didn’t believe me for a second. “That’s a lie, Kristi. A pre
Kristi.The night Dad told me about the internship, I went out with my friends to celebrate and get enough liquid courage to hit send.We had shots at the bar, loud music, dancing until my feet ached and my head spun. I was drunk, the kind of drunk where everything felt warm and fuzzy and reckless







