LOGIN..The rumor spread like wildfire through Eastview High by Monday morning.By the time I walked into school with Isabella and Chloe flanking me like always, everyone was whispering. Heads turned. Phones were out. Students were staring at me like I was the main character in some trashy reality show they couldn’t stop watching.🗣️“Did you hear? Adrian Voss dared Sophia Laurent to come to the victory party…”🗣️“They say the whole team is in on it…”🗣️“She’s going to get destroyed…”I kept my head high, walking like I owned the hallway, because I did. My designer bag swung on my arm, my heels clicked with every step, and my expression was pure ice. Inside, though, I was fuming. How dare those sweaty, brainless jocks think they could talk about me like that?Isabella leaned in, whispering furiously. “Sophia, you can’t seriously be thinking about going. They’re all animals. Especially Adrian. He’s probably been planning this for weeks like the desperate loser he is.”Chloe nodded qui
"SOPHIA'S POV"The Trio ruled Eastview High like it was our personal kingdom.And I — Sophia Laurent — was the undisputed queen of it all.We were the richest, the hottest, and the most untouchable girls in school. I, Isabella, and Chloe. We walked the halls like goddesses who had accidentally descended to earth, because let’s be honest — we basically had. Designer bags that cost more than some teachers’ yearly salary, luxury cars that made the parking lot look like a fashion show, and attitudes so sharp they could cut glass. Everyone wanted to be us. Everyone feared us.Especially the low class girls.Ohh, I shouldn't miss this "The hockey team" who sees us as being beneath them.The hockey team was loud, sweaty, and obnoxiously full of themselves after winning the regional championship. They strutted around like they owned the school, high-fiving each other and flexing in the hallways like a pack of overgrown puppies.phew!----I was in the middle of the cafeteria, legs crossed ele
----The days blurred together in a haze of raw, filthy sex.Amelia had completely taken over. She walked around the house in nothing but that sheer transparent gown or completely naked, teasing me constantly. She’d bend over in the kitchen while making coffee, letting the gown ride up to show her bare ass and dripping pussy. She’d sit on my lap during “movie nights,” grinding slowly on my cock while pretending to watch the screen.And every night, she used me until I couldn’t think straight.That particular night, she was insatiable.She pushed me onto my back on her bed and straddled my face, lowering her wet pussy onto my mouth.“Eat Mommy’s cunt, baby,” she moaned, grinding against my tongue. “Make me cum before you fuck me.”I devoured her eagerly, sucking on her clit and pushing my tongue deep inside her while she rode my face. Her moans filled the room as she used me like her personal fuckboy.When she came, she flooded my mouth, shaking and cursing softly.Then she slid down m
. . Mum was gone. The entire place belonged to us now — no one to interrupt, no one to hide from. I was in my room, trying (and failing) to focus on a movie, when I heard soft footsteps in the hallway. Amelia appeared in my doorway like a vision straight out of a wet dream. She wore nothing but a very sheer, transparent white gown that clung to her body like liquid silk. The fabric was so thin it was almost see-through — her full, heavy breasts were clearly visible, dark nipples hard and begging for attention. The gown barely reached mid-thigh, and every movement revealed the smooth skin of her hips and the shadow between her legs. She leaned against the doorframe, one hand trailing lazily down her side. “Like what you see, baby?” she purred, her voice low and seductive. I sat up slowly, my cock already hardening at the sight of her. “Amelia… fuck. You’re going to kill me.” She smiled and stepped into the room, the transparent gown flowing around her curves as she moved. Sh
......The next morning, the house smelled like fresh coffee and pancakes.I woke up sore, exhausted, and with my mind still spinning from everything that had happened the night before. Amelia’s mouth on me, her riding me while Mum was just downstairs, the risk, the pleasure… it all felt like a fever dream.I dragged myself downstairs, expecting awkwardness. Tension. Maybe even regret from Amelia.Instead, she was in the kitchen with Mum, laughing like nothing had happened.“Good morning, sleepyhead!” Amelia said cheerfully, turning from the stove with a bright smile. She was wearing a modest silk blouse and tailored pants — the picture of elegance and innocence. Not a single hint of the woman who had sucked me off and ridden me like a whore just hours ago.Mum smiled at me over her coffee. “Morning, Ryan. Amelia made breakfast. She’s been telling me all about her new fashion line.”Amelia winked at me discreetly when Mum wasn’t looking, then went back to flipping pancakes like th
Amelia didn’t stop.Even as Mum’s footsteps echoed faintly in the hallway, she kept her warm, wet mouth wrapped around my cock, sucking me with slow, deliberate hunger. She took me deeper, her tongue swirling around the underside while her hand gently massaged my balls.I held my breath, my body tense, terrified that Mum would open the door any second. But Amelia only seemed more turned on by the risk. She moaned softly around my length — a low, vibrating sound that made my toes curl.The footsteps passed by the door… and continued downstairs.Amelia pulled off just long enough to whisper, “She’s gone to the kitchen, baby. Now be a good boy and feed Mommy.”She came back down, taking me all the way to the back of her throat. Her head bobbed faster, wet, sloppy sounds filling the quiet room as she worshipped my cock like it was her favorite thing in the world.“Fuck… Amelia… Mommy…” I groaned, my hand tangling in her silky hair.She moaned in approval at the word “Mommy,” sucking harde
...I stared at the lingerie and the note for almost twenty minutes.My hands were shaking. My heart was racing. Part of me wanted to shove the whole box under my bed and pretend none of this was happening. But another part, the stubborn part — refused to let Damon think I was scared.I was scare
. . “Please… Father… I’m still so sensitive,” I whimpered. He smiled darkly, leaning down to suck hard on my nipple while thrusting deeper. “Good,” he growled against my breast. “I want you to feel every single inch of me.” He suddenly picked up speed, slamming into me with long, powerful str
...He ignored me, carrying me straight through the rectory and into the guest room I had stayed in before. He kicked the door shut behind us and tossed me onto the bed.Before I could sit up, he was on me.He grabbed my wrists and pinned them above my head, then reached into the drawer beside th
"Two days later"..I couldn’t take it anymore.After days of brutal, relentless fucking, my body was completely wrecked. My pussy was swollen and sore, my nipples bruised from his mouth, and my legs could barely hold me up. Father Maxwell had turned into an animal — fucking me on the altar, in th







