BACK TO NORMAL

Chapter 18

Lena POV

Ava left on Monday morning. She packed her bag after a final, intense goodbye in the guest room while Mom was out running errands.

The four of us had one last quick round — Ava on her knees sucking Julian and Oliver alternately while I rode Julian’s face, then all of us tangled on the bed for a fast, desperate finale.

Ava came hard with Julian buried deep inside her, moaning loudly into my pussy as I sat on her face. Oliver filled my mouth, and Julian pumped another load into Ava. We were sweaty and sticky when she finally kissed each of us goodbye.

“Call me if you need me to ‘watch the house’ again,” she whispered in my ear, her fingers giving my ass one last squeeze. “This was the hottest weekend I’ve ever had.” She winked at Julian and Oliver, then left with a sway in her hips.

The house felt strangely empty without her. Mom seemed relieved to have her friend gone, but the suspicion in her eyes never fully disappeared. She watched us closer now, especially me and Julian.

Then the new week started. Oliver and I had to go back to our college classes — him in his senior year, me in my sophomore year at the local university. Normal life tried to resume, but our dirty little secret refused to stay quiet.

Monday Afternoon

I got home from classes around 3 p.m., exhausted but already aching for more. Julian was working from home in his study. Mom was at her office until at least 6. Oliver had a late lab.

The second I dropped my bag, Julian appeared in the hallway. His eyes darkened the moment he saw me in my short sundress.

“Princess,” he growled, grabbing my wrist and pulling me into the study. He locked the door, bent me over his desk, and yanked my panties down. “Been thinking about this tight pussy all day.”

He thrust into me in one hard stroke, the desk creaking loudly under my weight. I moaned, gripping the edge as he pounded me from behind, hips slapping against my ass. The wet slops of his thick cock slamming into my already-wet pussy filled the room. Papers scattered. His balls slapped rhythmically against me.

“Fuck, Daddy—harder!” I cried out.

He obliged, one hand fisting my hair, the other reaching around to rub my clit. The desk banged against the wall with every powerful thrust. I came hard, clenching around him, and he followed soon after, flooding me with hot cum.

We barely had time to clean up before Oliver got home. He found me in my room, still leaking Julian’s load. He didn’t hesitate — he pushed me onto my bed, spread my legs, and buried his face between my thighs, licking up his father’s cum while fingering me. The bed creaked as I rode his tongue to another orgasm.

Then he fucked me missionary, deep and rough, the headboard banging against the wall until he added his own load. We barely finished when Mom’s car pulled into the driveway.

Tuesday….

School dragged. During lunch, Oliver pulled me into a rarely-used stairwell on campus. He pushed me against the wall, hiked up my skirt, and fucked me standing up — quick, desperate thrusts while we listened for footsteps.

The risk of getting caught made me come fast and hard around him. He pulled out and came on my thighs.

At home that evening, Mom was in the kitchen cooking. Julian cornered me in the laundry room. He sat me on the washing machine, spread my legs, and ate me out while the machine vibrated beneath me. The combination made me moan into his hand as I came.

Then he fucked me against the dryer, the machines rumbling loudly to cover the sounds of skin slapping and my muffled cries.

Oliver joined later in my room after Mom went to bed. We tried to be quiet, but the bed still creaked as he took me slow and deep, whispering filthy things about how full of cum I’d been all day.

Wednesday…..

Midweek brought more danger. Oliver and I had a free period together. We skipped class and went to his car in the parking lot. I rode him in the backseat, windows fogging up, the car rocking slightly. A security guard almost walked by. The adrenaline made us both come explosively.

That night, Julian snuck into my room while Mom slept. He fucked me face-down in the pillow, slow and deep, one hand over my mouth. The bed creaked faintly with every thrust. I came twice before he filled me again.

Mom almost caught us when she got up for water. We froze mid-thrust, Julian still buried inside me, until her footsteps faded.

Thursday….

The tension at home was unbearable. Mom kept asking questions — why we were so tired, why the laundry was always running, why the house still smelled faintly “strange.”

Ava texted me dirty pictures and memories from the weekend, making everything worse.

After classes, the three of us — Julian, Oliver, and me couldn’t wait. Mom had a late meeting. We met in the master bedroom and went wild. Julian and Oliver took turns double-penetrating me while we had the house to ourselves.

The bed banged loudly against the wall. I screamed their names without fear for once. Ava’s absence made us even hungrier for each other. We came multiple times, leaving the room a mess again before frantically cleaning.

Friday….

The week ended with another close call. Mom came home early while Oliver was fucking me in the shower. We heard her voice downstairs and had to finish quickly — Oliver coming deep inside me as I bit his shoulder to stay silent. We emerged acting normal, but Mom’s eyes narrowed at my wet hair and flushed cheeks.

That night, after Mom went to sleep, Julian, Oliver, and I met in the guest room again. We kept it slower this time, more sensual. Julian made love to me while Oliver watched, then Oliver took me while Julian kissed me. The bed creaked softly. Whispers and moans filled the room.

“I can’t stop wanting you both,” I whispered as they filled me again.

As we lay together afterward, exhausted, my phone buzzed. Ava.

Ava: Miss me yet? Kate still suspicious? Come visit me next weekend… or I can come back.

The secret was getting harder to keep. School, home, Mom’s growing doubts, everything was closing in but none of us wanted to stop. The risk only made it hotter.