FAZER LOGINMarcus I had been craving her since the day my mom married her dad.Angela Vale. She was twenty years old, with a soft voice that always dropped when she got nervous. Soft everything. The kind of shyness that made men lean closer just to catch what she said. I watched her move through the house like she still wasnât sure she belonged here, and every time she did, my cock got hard.I never had the courage to tell her. I couldn't. It was inappropriate; even though we aren't related by blood, but the way our parents brought us looked like one.Every night, I locked my bedroom door and stroked myself thinking about her. Sometimes when the house went quiet enough, I risked walking down the hall to her room when she was out. I would open her laundry basket, take a pair of her panties, and press the soft cotton to my face. The faint scent of her cunt hit me hardest. I would wrap the fabric around my cock and fuck my fist until I came so hard my knees nearly gave out, heart still racing, and
Derek. âGo home, Lena,â I said, still catching my breath on the couch. My cock was still wet from her. âYou can come back after your mom leaves for night duty.â She sat up, hair messy, cheeks flushed. I could see the sadness in her eyes. âYou sure⊠I mean⊠or don't want me again?â âNo dear... I need you to come back when itâs quiet⊠I don't want us to get caught or suspected by anyone.â âFineâŠâ she groaned. âI'm gonna come back⊠I'm not done with this cock yet.â She bit her lip and pulled her clothes back on. I watched every move. The way her shorts slid over her ass. The way her tank top stretched across her tits. She leaned down and kissed me once, softly, then left just like that. I locked the door behind her and stood there in the dark living room. I couldnât forget how her pussy felt around me. Tight. Wet. Clenching every time I pushed deep. The way she came on my cock and whispered my name like it was a secret she wasnât supposed to say out loud. I kept replaying it. The h
DerekThe late afternoon sun filteredâ thâ râoughâ the half-drawn blinds, castâingâ long golden streaksâ acroâ ss thâe living room carpetâ. Iâ was sitting on the coucâhâ, flipping through châannels on the TV, not really waâtching anything. Mâ y mindâ was elâsewhere, roaming thâ roughâ the usual thoughts ofâ the wâeekend ahead. Thatâs when the doorbell ranâg.I strâ etâchedâ lazily, my muscles proteâsâting after a long week at the office, and paddâed barefoot to the door. Through the pâeepâ hole, I saw heârâLena, my neighborâââs daughâteâr, stâ andinâg thâere with aâ hesitant smile. Sheâ was holding a casseroleâ diâshâ wrapped in foiâl, her cheeksâ flushed frâom tâhe sunâ. She mâust haâve just gotten oâff work at the dâiner downâ the street.I openâed the door, and the sâcent of something cheesy and baked hit me immediately. Lenaâsâ eyes flicked up to mine, her lashes fluttering a little as sâ hâe adjusâ ted the dish in her haânâdâsâ "Heâ y,â Mr. Carter,"â she saidâ , her voice soft butâ cheerfu
Abigail Georgeâ frâ oze inside me. His wholâ e body went rigid, câock sâtill bâuried dâeep iân mây cunt. I felt tâ hâe sudden tensiâon iân eveâry muscle agaiâ nst mine. Fearâ fâ lickered across his facâeâŠrâaâw and unguâarded.âCassianâŠwaitâŠâ His voice came out shaky, almost broken. He sâ tarâtedâ to pull back, bâut Iâ locked my legs around his waist without thinking. âPleaseâŠâ JustâŠâ dâonâât tell anyoâ ne⊠ThisâŠâ This waâs a mistake. I sweaâr it wasâŠâMy heart slammed agaâinst mây ribs. For a seâcond thâe roomâ felt too small. I looked at my stepbrotâ her over Georgeâs shoulder. Theâ woârds left my mouthâ before I could stop them, steaâdy evâen thâough mây pulseâ waâs raciâng.â ââHe wonâtâŠâGeorgâeâsâ expâreâssion changâed. âWhat do yâ ou mean?ââYou know⊠hâeâs fucked me tâ oo. So hâ as Daâd. Youâre not the onlyâ oneâ wâhoâ âs had this cunt.âCâaâssianâs eyes moved slowlây fromâ my fâace tâ o the place wâhere Geâorge was still balls-âdeep inâside me, then back again. Sometâhing darâ k sâettled inâ
Abigail George looked at me for a long second, still buried deep in my ass, his cum already leaking out around his cock.âAlright,â he said, voice rough. âJust once. And we have to be quick⊠I don't wanna get into trouble.âRelief and fresh heat rushed through me at the same time. I nodded, already pushing back against him.âOkay⊠just fuck me again.âHe pulled out slowly. More of his cum dripped down my thighs. The wet sound of it made my stomach clench. He flipped me onto my back and spread my legs wide.âIâm going to taste this messy little cunt first,â he muttered. Then his mouth was on me.He licked through the mix of my wetness and his own cum, tongue flat and greedy. I gasped and grabbed the sheets. His hands held my thighs open so I couldnât close them. Every pass of his tongue over my swollen clit sent sparks up my spine.âArghhhâŠGeorgeâŠfuckâŠâHe lifted his head just enough to speak against my pussy. âYou like your uncle eating this used little hole? Tasting his own cum insi
Abigail Before I knew it, I had pulled the nightgown off and started touching myself. My fingers matched the rhythm of Uncle Georgeâs hand on his cock. I stood naked in the hallway, one hand working between my legs, the other squeezing my breast, pinching the nipple hard. Soft, filthy little moans slipped out of me. My pussy was still swollen from Cassian the night before, but watching my uncle stroke that thick cock made fresh wetness drip down my thighs. I moved my fingers as fast as I could. His hand moved faster, he cursed under his breath. I know I shouldn't be doing this. This was my damn uncle, the man who taught me how to read and write, the man who I ran to anytime I did something wrong at home⊠and I was⊠craving the same man within a second. And the thrill of having his cock stretched me open and feeling it at the back of my throat made the taboo more raw, dirtier, sweet rather than bitter. I couldnât take it anymore. I pushed the door open and walked straight into th







