LOGINAurora I woke up craving some thick cocks again. That empty ache between my legs was the first thing I noticed. It always hit me like thatâŠsharp, demanding, and impossible to ignore. My body didnât care that it was summer break, that I was stuck at home instead of in some guyâs bed back at campus. I shifted under the sheets, thighs pressing together, and the pressure only made it worse. My nipples were already hard against the thin fabric of my tank top. I was soaked. Just from waking up. Iâd been the college slut ever since day one. Everyone knew it. I didnât even try to hide it. Handsome boys, athletes, the quiet ones who looked like they studied too hard⊠it didnât matter⊠If they had a thick, long, veiny cock and knew how to use it, I found a way to get it inside me. I couldnât live a day without that stretch, that deep fill that made my thoughts go blank. Sex wasnât just fun... It was necessary. Like breathing. But it was summer now. Holiday season. My parents had left t
Amaya. I had aâ lways been curious about bigâ blaâck cocks, bâut I nevâer thought Iââd aâ câtuâally getâ to expeârience oneââlet alone two at tâhe same time. And aâll châ angeâd when I met Marcus and Jamal at a jazz club downtown. They're the most handsome twins in the city. Thâe air was thick with the scent of whiskey and cigarettes, and the low hum of the saxophone filled the room. I was nursing my thiârd drink when I firsâ t noticed themâ âtall, muscular, wâithâ darâ k sâkin thatâ glistened under tâ he dim lâighâ tâs. Marcus had a sharp jawliâne and a smirk that made my stomachâ flutteâ r.â Jamâal, on the otheâr hand, hâ ad deep-set eyes that seemed to undress me withâout touching me. They sâpotâ ted meâ too.â Marcuâs leaned over toâ Jâaâmal and said somethâ ing, and theyâ both turâned their heads towardâ me, their gazes lockiângâ onto mine. My brâeathâ hâitched. I didnâ ât look aâwâaây. I couldnât. Tâhere was something about the way they looked at meââ like theyâ already knew wâhat I liked
Marcus I didnât give her time to decide.I pushed inside her in one brutal thrust.Angelaâs body arched hard against the arm of the couch. A broken sound tore out of her throatâhalf scream, half sob. Her hands clawed at the pillows. I buried myself to the hilt and stayed there, breathing hard, feeling her cunt clench and quiver around me like it was trying to push me out and pull me deeper at the same time.âFuck,â I gritted out. âYouâre so damn⊠tight.âShe didnât answer. Her forehead pressed into the couch. Her shoulders shook.I pulled almost all the way out and slammed back inside her. The wet sound of it filled the quiet living room. Her body jerked forward with every thrust. I reached under her, cupped one soft breast, and squeezed. Her nipple was already hard against my palm.âMarcusâŠâ My name came out cracked.I leaned over her back, still driving into her, and put my mouth on the side of her neck. âC'mon, say that again. I want to hear it.âShe didnât.I fucked her harder. T
Marcus 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







