LOGINI gasped as Father Francis set me down on the cool marble altar, the shock of cold stone against my bare ass making me shiver. My sundress was already bunched uselessly around my waist, thighs spread wide, slick arousal coating my inner thighs from how badly I wanted him.His hands trembled with restraint and raw need, but they never stopped moving. One large palm slid up my thigh, possessive and rough, while the other fisted in my hair, yanking my head back to expose my throat. His mouth attacked—hot, open-mouthed kisses mixed with sharp bites that sent sparks straight to my core.“Father… Francis,” I moaned, deliberately breathy and sinful, letting my voice echo softly through the candlelit chapel. “You’re so fucking hard for me already. I can feel how desperately you need this.”“Quiet,” he growled against my skin, the sound low and broken, thick with lust and crushing shame. “This is madness. Your parents are right outside that door—”“Then you’d better make it count,” I whispered
SADIEI lay sprawled across my tangled sheets, skin still slick with sweat and the mingled scents of two very satisfied men. My body hummed with that delicious post-fuck glow—thighs pleasantly sore, core still fluttering—but the hunger was already stirring again, low and insistent. I loved sex. Craved it like oxygen. The stretch, the slick heat, the filthy promises growled against my ear, the way a man completely lost himself inside me. Nothing else made me feel so powerfully, deliciously alive.A sharp knock rattled my bedroom door.“Sadie Grace! Open this door right now!” My mother’s voice sliced through the air, shrill with the holy terror she’d honed to a fine edge over the years.I sighed, rolling out of bed and shrugging into a thin silk robe that barely skimmed the curve of my ass. “Coming, Mom.”The second I cracked the door, my parents stormed in like a righteous whirlwind. Dad’s face glowed beet-red beneath his graying beard, Bible clutched in one meaty fist like a battle ax
The words had barely left Ben’s mouth when I felt fresh heat pooling between my legs despite the exhaustion weighing down every limb. Round three. My body was already a sticky, aching mess—cum drying on my face and tits, leaking steadily from my pussy and ass onto the old basement carpet. I crawled between them on shaky limbs, licking and sucking their softening cocks clean as ordered. The salty, musky taste of our combined fluids coated my tongue, making me whimper softly around Noah’s shaft.“That’s it, cousin whore,” Noah praised mockingly, his fingers tangled in my messy hair. “Get every drop. You made the mess, now clean it up like the family cumrag you are.”Chris chuckled from the couch, lazily stroking himself back to hardness while watching me. “Look at her go. Five minutes ago she was screaming and now she’s eagerly sucking cock like it’s her favorite treat. Pathetic how quickly she broke.”I flushed with shame, but my pussy clenched anyway. The thunderstorm had quieted to a
The words had barely left Noah’s mouth when my body tensed on the cum-soaked couch. Five minutes? They weren’t even waiting that long. Chris kicked my legs open wider, his foot pressing against my inner thigh, exposing my leaking, creampied pussy to all three of them. I could feel Noah’s load slowly trying to drip out of me, warm and sticky, but I clenched instinctively, terrified of disobeying.“Good girl,” Noah murmured, crouching down again. His fingers scooped up some of the escaping cum and shoved it back inside me roughly. “That’s where cousin cum belongs. Deep in this family hole.”Before I could catch my breath, Ben grabbed my ankles and dragged me to the edge of the couch. He flipped me onto my stomach again, yanking my hips up so my ass was presented high like an offering. “Round two starts now, slut. And this time we’re really breaking you in.”Chris didn’t hesitate. He lined up behind me and thrust his thick cock straight into my already-sore asshole in one brutal push. Th
The words had barely left my mouth when the mood in the basement flipped completely. Noah’s hand shot out and grabbed me by the throat, yanking me off his cock with zero gentleness. my back hit the couch hard as all three cousins loomed over me, eyes dark and hungry.“Enough of your fucking mouth, slut,” Noah growled, his voice low and mean. “You think you get to decide how we use you? Nah. Game’s over. Now we’re just gonna wreck this cheap cousin pussy like the worthless hole it is.”Ben laughed coldly and flipped me onto my stomach like I weighed nothing. He shoved my face down into the cushions, ass up high. “Look at this dripping mess. Already ruined and we haven’t even started yet.”Chris grabbed a fistful of my hair and jerked my head back. “Open that whore mouth.” He slapped his heavy cock against my cheek a few times, then forced it straight down my throat in one brutal thrust. I gagged instantly, eyes watering, but he didn’t care. He just started fucking my face like it was a
The boys didn’t need any more encouragement. The second the words left my mouth, the energy in the dimly lit basement shifted from playful to pure filthy hunger.“Alright, cousin,” Ben said, voice thick with lust. “Since you’re spreading those legs so nicely… Dare. Get on your back, pull your knees up, and let Noah finger that pretty pussy until you’re dripping down your ass.”I grinned and obeyed, lying back on the old couch with my legs wide open. Noah dropped to his knees between my thighs, his thick cock bobbing hard. He ran two fingers up my slit, spreading my already-wet lips.“Fuck, she’s soaked already,” he chuckled. “Look at this greedy little cunt twitching.”He pushed two thick fingers inside me slowly, then added a third, curling them just right against my front wall. The wet squelching sounds filled the basement as he pumped them in and out, his thumb rubbing tight circles on my swollen clit. I moaned loudly, hips bucking against his hand.“Harder, Noah… finger-fuck your
He kissed me deeply, still rocking slowly inside me. “You’re incredible,” he murmured against my lips. “I could fuck this milky body all day.”I smiled weakly, my hands tracing down his back. The ache in my breasts had returned faintly already, promising more. But for now, we stayed connected, bask
We lay tangled in his sheets for only a few minutes before the ache in my breasts returned, fuller and heavier than before. The orgasms had stimulated my milk production, and now both tits felt swollen to the point of pain—tight, hot, and leaking steadily onto his chest where I rested against him.
His grin widened, slow and predatory, as he glanced once more at my sleeping daughter before stepping even closer. His hand brushed the side of the stroller again, almost protective, but his eyes were devouring me.“My place is five minutes from here,” he said, voice low and rough. “Quiet place. Mo
(This is just fiction. No disrespect to any new moms or nursing mothers.) I pushed the stroller slowly through the wide, brightly lit aisles of the mall, the soft wheels gliding over the polished floor. My baby girl slept peacefully inside, her tiny chest rising and falling under the light blanket







