MasukMarcus 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 wasn’t 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. “Go home, Lena,” I said, still catching my breath on the couch. My cock was still wet from her. “You can come back after your mom leaves for night duty.” She sat up, hair messy, cheeks flushed. I could see the sadness in her eyes. “You sure… I mean… or don't want me again?” “No dear... I need you to come back when it’s quiet… I don't want us to get caught or suspected by anyone.” “Fine…” she groaned. “I'm gonna come back… I'm not done with this cock yet.” 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 couldn’t 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 wasn’t supposed to say out loud. I kept replaying it. The h
DerekThe late afternoon sun filtered through the half-drawn blinds, casting long golden streaks across the living room carpet. I was sitting on the couch, flipping through channels on the TV, not really watching anything. My mind was elsewhere, roaming through the usual thoughts of the weekend ahead. That’s when the doorbell rang.I stretched lazily, my muscles protesting after a long week at the office, and padded barefoot to the door. Through the peephole, I saw her—Lena, my neighbor’s daughter, standing there with a hesitant smile. She was holding a casserole dish wrapped in foil, her cheeks flushed from the sun. She must have just gotten off work at the diner down the street.I opened the door, and the scent of something cheesy and baked hit me immediately. Lena’s eyes flicked up to mine, her lashes fluttering a little as she adjusted the dish in her hands "Hey, Mr. Carter," she said, her voice soft but cheerfu
Abigail George froze inside me. His whole body went rigid, cock still buried deep in my cunt. I felt the sudden tension in every muscle against mine. Fear flickered across his face…raw and unguarded.“Cassian…wait…” His voice came out shaky, almost broken. He started to pull back, but I locked my legs around his waist without thinking. “Please… Just… don’t tell anyone… This…This was a mistake. I swear it was…”My heart slammed against my ribs. For a second the room felt too small. I looked at my stepbrother over George’s shoulder. The words left my mouth before I could stop them, steady even though my pulse was racing.“He won’t…”George’s expression changed. “What do you mean?”“You know… he’s fucked me too. So has Dad. You’re not the only one who’s had this cunt.”Cassian’s eyes moved slowly from my face to the place where George was still balls-deep inside me, then back again. Something dark settled in
Abigail George looked at me for a long second, still buried deep in my ass, his cum already leaking out around his cock.“Alright,” he said, voice rough. “Just once. And we have to be quick… I don't wanna get into trouble.”Relief and fresh heat rushed through me at the same time. I nodded, already pushing back against him.“Okay… just fuck me again.”He 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.“I’m going to taste this messy little cunt first,” 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 couldn’t close them. Every pass of his tongue over my swollen clit sent sparks up my spine.“Arghhh…George…fuck…”He lifted his head just enough to speak against my pussy. “You 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 George’s 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 couldn’t take it anymore. I pushed the door open and walked straight into th







