LOGINCHAPTER 3: OUR FUCKING SIN
BAILEY’S POV (TW: CHEATING SCANDAL) He obliges. His thrusts become brutal, powerful, his balls slapping against my clit with every snap of his hips. My orgasm builds, a coiling, screaming tension in my belly that suddenly explodes. I scream his name as I come, my vision whiting out, my pussy clenching around his cock in violent, milking spasms. Feeling me come around him is his undoing. With a final, deep,CHAPTER 1: DON'T TOUCH WHAT'S MINEPIPER'S POVI know Uncle Gray wants to fuck me because I watched him jerk off saying my name six months ago.Last Christmas. Everyone drunk on eggnog and my mom's terrible mulled wine, the house too hot, too loud, too full of relatives who wanted to pinch my cheeks and ask about my major. I'd escaped upstairs to get away from my aunt's interrogation about my love life when I passed the guest room door and heard it.My name. Breathy. Desperate.Piper. Fuck. Piper.The door was cranked open just enough. I should have kept walking. Should have gone to my room and pretended I'd heard nothing.I stopped. I looked.Uncle Gray was on the edge of the bed, pants around his ankles, his fist wrapped around the biggest cock I'd ever seen. Thick and veiny and flushed almost purple at the tip, leaking pre-cum that dripped down his knuckles as he stroked himself hard and fast, the fat head flaring every time his hand
CHAPTER 3: SWALLOW BEFORE THE CAKE PIPER'S POV Grayson freezes with his tongue buried inside me. "Y-yeah!" My voice comes out high, strangled. Grayson hasn't moved — his tongue is still deep in my pussy, his hands still spreading my ass wide. "Just changing! I spilled something on my bikini!" "Oh okay, honey. Have you seen Gray? Can't find him anywhere." Grayson's tongue curls inside me and starts moving again, slower but relentless. I bite down on my fist so hard I taste blood. "No, Daddy! Haven't seen him! Maybe he went to get more ice!" A pause that lasts a century. "Alright, well, we're cutting the cake soon. Don't take too long!" His footsteps retreat. The second he's gone, Grayson starts eating me again — faster now, more urgent, his tongue fucking into me while his thumb attacks my clit and two thick fingers shove inside me, curling hard against my g-spot. "
CHAPTER 2: SHE COMES WHEN I SAY SHE COMES(TW: DUBCON, PUBLIC GROPING)"Count the hands," he whispers in my ear. "Feel how many men want to touch you right now. Feel how many men are going to make you come on this train."I try to count but his fingers curl inside me and someone's thumb finds my clit and I lose track, I lose everything except the pressure building in my core like a tide I can't stop, can't control, can't even slow down.Because every time I get close to thinking clearly another hand touches me somewhere new — groping my fat tits harder, pinching and twisting my nipples until they're swollen and aching, spreading my ass cheeks so wide I feel exposed.And someone is now rubbing my clit in fast, rough circles while two sets of fingers pump in and out of my soaked cunt."She's close." A different voice, deeper, from my left. "I can feel her clenching.""Not yet." The first voice, commanding. "She comes when I say she comes. Keep her on the ed
CHAPTER 1: STRANGER AFTER STRANGER(TW: DUBCON, PUBLIC GROPING)The 7:42 train is always packed but today it's something else entirely, bodies crushed together so tight I can feel the buttons of the man in front of me pressing through my blouse, can smell the perfume of the woman beside me mixing with coffee breath and sweat and the metallic tang of the rails under us. I grab the overhead strap because there's nowhere else to hold and I plant my feet and I resign myself to another thirty minutes of being sardined between strangers while I think about the grocery list and the meeting at nine and whether Jerry remembered to take the trash out this morning like I asked him three times before I left.A hand touches my thigh and I don't think anything of it because hands are everywhere in this crush, elbows and shoulders and briefcases bumping against me from every direction, and it's just another accidental brush of—The fingers curl inward.My skin prickle
CHAPTER 6: RIDE ME, MOMMYDELILAH'S POV“A little training?”“Mm-hm.” I clench around him and he gasps, his cock twitching back to life already. “You didn’t think this was a one-time thing, did you? Stepmommy has so much to teach you. We’ve barely scratched the surface.”He is getting hard again. Already. The resilience of youth.“But first,” I push him off gently, feeling his cum gush out of me the second he pulls out in a hot, sticky flood that soaks the backseat. “We need to get you to college. Your dorm awaits.”“Fuck the dorm.”“Later.” I wink at him. “Now clean up and drive. I’ll sit here and feel you dripping out of me the whole way.”The dorm is chaos. Parents everywhere, moving boxes, tearful goodbyes. I smile and wave and make small talk while Beckett’s cum slowly leaks into my panties, the warm, sticky mess squelching between my thighs with every step. No one suspects a thing.His room is a single — thank god. His roommate is
CHAPTER 5: LESSON ONE: DON'T BE GENTLEDELILAH'S POVHe pushes deeper. And deeper. Until his balls are pressed against my ass and I am stuffed fuller than I have ever been in my life. He is so deep I can feel him in my stomach, the fat head pressing right against my cervix like he is knocking on the door of my womb. Feel him pressing against places his father has never reached, could never reach. My pussy walls flutter and clench around him, milking his thickness, creaming so heavily that it squirts out around his base and soaks his balls.“You’re so tight,” he breathes, wonder in his voice. “You’re so fucking tight.”“And you’re so fucking big.” I clench around him and he groans, the sound raw. “Now fuck me, baby. Show stepmommy what you’ve got.”He starts to move. Clumsy at first — the strokes uneven, the rhythm off. He does not know what he is doing. Does not know how to use his body yet.But he is learning.“Slower,” I instruct, grippin
CHAPTER 1: MOMMY’S HUNG LITTLE TUTORJORDAN’S POVThe first time I stepped into the Hartwell estate, my virgin nine-inch nerd cock was already throbbing like a goddamn war drum in my slacks, pre-cum leaking a sticky, shameful wet patch down my thigh because I’d spent the entire bus ride e
CHAPTER 4: BAREBACK ON HIS DESKJORDAN’S POVWith a guttural, animal groan, I buried myself to the hilt, cock pulsing as I came, release flooding her in hot, thick spurts that overflowed immediately, soaking the sheets in our mixed fluids. Carol cried out, her own climax crashin
CHAPTER 4: BRED ON HIS DESKTATIA’S POVHis thrusts were not passionate. They were punitive, savage, each one a brutal, driving piston that slammed into me with a force that shoved me up the desk, my tits dragging across the wood, nipples scraping painfully. The sound of our bodies m
CHAPTER 1: THE FIRST KISSFriday game night was a sacred ritual. Kids were at the sitter's, phones were silenced, and by eight o'clock, the first bottle of wine was open and the familiar, comfortable chaos had settled in. For three years, it had been this way: Helena, Dane







