로그인My mind was spinning. Ryan’s thick fingers were still buried deep in my pussy, pumping slowly while Tyler sucked on my neck and Marcus squeezed my ass underwater. The cool pool water did nothing to stop the fire burning between my legs. I never wanted them to stop even though my brother was right there. Instead, I reached down and wrapped my hand around Ryan’s hard cock through his swim trunks and it was huge. very, I felt him throb against my palm as I squeezed, hard, very hard. And so was he. Ryan pulled his fingers out, yanked the front of his trunks down, and freed his thick dick. It slapped against my stomach underwater. “Suck it,” he whispered, pushing my head down gently but firmly. I took a deep breath and slipped underwater. The world went quiet except for the muffled sounds of the pool. I opened my mouth and took him in. Taking him in underwater--He was so thick and my jaw ached instantly. I bobbed my head, sucking him as best I could while holding my breath, my
I never thought I’d be this nervous at my own house. It was a hot Saturday afternoon, it was really hot that the air shimmered above the pool tiles. My brother Jake had invited his three closest friends over for a pool party, and I’d spent the last hour pretending I wasn’t dying inside with excitement and nervousness. I was anyways the shy type and I’d had a massive crush on all three of them for years now-- Secret, filthy, can’t-look-them-in-the-eye crushes. There was Ryan; tall, 6’3”, with broad shoulders and messy dark hair that always looked like someone had just run their fingers through it. Gawwd.. His abs were ridiculous, carved from years of swimming and gym sessions. Then came Tyler, lean and tattooed, with sharp cheekbones, piercing blue eyes, and a smirk that made my heart skip a beat. And last was Marcus the quiet one. Dark skin, massive arms, deep voice, and a thick, powerful build that made him look like he could toss me around without breaking a sweat. They were
Steven didn’t wait to give me a chance to change my mind. He gripped my hip tighter under the blanket and pushed forward. The thick head of his cock stretched me open, forcing its way inside. I buried my face into the couch pillow, biting down hard as he sank deeper. He was so fucking big. I felt every inch stretching my pussy, filling me completely until his hips pressed against my ass. “Fuck, Katie,” he breathed right against my ear, voice barely a sound. “You’re so tight… gripping me like you don’t want to let go.” Mum snored softly beside us, completely unaware that her husband’s cock was buried in her daughter. Steven started moving- slow, deep rolls of his hips, grinding into me instead of thrusting. The blanket barely moved. Every time he bottomed out, I felt his heavy balls against me. My pussy was soaked, making quiet, filthy wet sounds with every stroke. I reached back and dug my nails into his thigh, trying so hard not to moan. He leaned in closer, lips brushing
I sank deeper into the couch, pulling the massive fleece blanket over my legs. Movie night had become a THING since Mum got married to Steven six months ago. She always loved it, said it helped us feel like a proper family. I didn’t mind. Steven was actually pretty cool, and honestly… easy to go with. Dad was different 😔💔. But Steve was fine.. “Pass the popcorn, love,” Mum said, already halfway through her glass of wine. Steven sat on the other end, remote in hand, scrolling through the options. He was in a plain black t-shirt and the usual sweatpants, the kind that hung low on his hips when he stretched and would visibly indicate the position of his cock in his pants. It gave me a cringe feeling So,I tried not to notice stuff like that, but it was getting harder lately. He was forty-four, fit from years of playing rugby, with a deep voice and this calm way about him that made the house feel at home again. We settled on some new thriller everyone was talking about. L
Friday evening, the office was almost empty and I’d stayed late on purpose. For one and one only particular reason we all knows... Alex. Alexander had been distant all day suddenly,, giving short answers, avoiding my eyes in meetings. The guilt and reality were finally catching up to both of us -- that was my only assumption. I knocked on his door and stepped inside without waiting. “We need to talk,” I said, closing it behind me. He leaned back in his chair, jaw tight. “Yeah. We do.” For a minute we just stared at each other. All the filthy nights, the quickies, the whispered confessions in the dark-- were all crashing against the truth now. “You’re my boss, Alex. And you’re married to my sister.” My voice cracked. “This… whatever we’re doing, it’s going to blow up in our faces. I’m the other woman. The young employee who fucked her way—” “Don’t,” he cut me off sharply, standing up. He came around the desk. “Don’t reduce it to that. This stopped being just fuc
The Monday after that night, I could barely look Elena in the eyes again. When she called to check in. She sounded tired but happy, talking about her conference. I mumbled normal sister stuff and hung up fast, my stomach in knots. Alexander had already texted me twice that morning. Short messages. Filthy ones. By Wednesday the tension at the office was unbearable. We acted normal in front of everyone, but every time he walked past my desk I got wet, every time he said my name in a meeting I remembered how he’d groaned it while coming inside me. That afternoon, around five, he messaged me: “My office. Lock the door behind you. Now.” I waited until most people had left, then slipped inside. The second the lock clicked he was on me. He shoved me against the door, hand over my mouth. “Been hard all fucking day thinking about this pussy,” he growled, yanking my skirt up roughly. His fingers pushed my panties aside and slid straight into my soaked cunt. “Already dripping. You







