LOGINThe drive to the mountains took three hours. Ryan sat in the front while Claire drove. I sat in the back with the bags at my feet. We reached the campsite just after noon. Tall pines crowded the clearing. The air smelled clean. Ryan hammered the stakes while Claire and I unloaded the bags. The toy bag stayed zipped at the bottom of the pile. Claire caught my eye once and gave a small smile that made my pussy clench.“Let’s go Swim before it gets too late,” she spoke up. We changed inside the tent. I pulled on a tiny black bikini set that barely covered anything. The top was two thin triangles. The bottoms sat low on my hips. Claire wore a pale blue one. The fabric clung the second it touched her skin. Her nipples already pushed against the thin cups from the cool air. I couldn’t look away.Ryan wore plain dark shorts. The outline of his cock showed when he moved causing my greedy mouth to water. We followed the shorter path to the lake the water was so clear. No one else was a
We drove with the windows down. The air smelled like Claire’s perfume. She had one hand on the wheel and the other on my bare thigh, her fingers sliding under the hem of my short skirt.“You fucked him,” she said. Her voice stayed calm but her fingers pressed harder. “On the counter. While I was at the spa.”My pussy clenched so fast it hurt. I got wet just from the words. I always did. I was a sex addict. A porn girl. The second anyone talked dirty I soaked through whatever I wore.“I did,” My voice came out low. Claire’s lips curved up. “Dirty little slut, Taking my husband’s cock like it belongs to you. Today it’s my turn. I’m going to enjoy that tight little pussy myself.”My clit throbbed as I pressed my thighs together to create friction.She came at a stop in the biggest sextoy mall in town she parked as she removed her hand from my thigh switch off the ignition and stepped out, I followed suit. The place was huge with Soft pink lights. Glass cases full of cocks in every size
I was a sex addict. At twenty-two I’d already shot so many scenes that the sight of a hard cock or a dripping cunt made my pussy clench and flood without shame. That was just who I was.The house stayed quiet except for the low steady sound of the air conditioner. Claire had gone to bed early because of a headache, locked away in the guest room downstairs. I was supposed to be asleep in my old upstairs bedroom. But I couldn’t sleep.I padded downstairs barefoot for water, my thin tank top clinging to my braless tits, tiny cotton shorts riding high on my thighs. The hallway was dark. Then I heard it…low, deep, rough moaning coming from the half-open door of the master bedroom.Ryan’s presence always left me restless. With muscular body and strong biceps…Every casual brush of those hands against my shoulder sent a hot pulse straight between my legs. My stepsister Claire had married him two years ago. I’d wanted him longer than I could remember.I froze my heart slamming against my rib
I didn’t answer with words.I reached out instead. My fingers closed around the base of him, warm and thick, already slick at the tip. His breath came out of him in a short breath. The muscle in his jaw jumped. I stroked once, feeling the weight of him in my palm and the way he twitched against my skin.“That’s not enough,” he said, voice low and rough.I looked up. “Then take what you want.”Something snapped behind his eyes. One hand hooked under my arm and hauled me up the bed. My back hit the mattress hard enough to bounce. The sheets were still warm from him. He came down over me using his knees to force my thighs apart, one hand planting beside my head. The other shoved my sleep shorts and underwear down in one rough pull. Cool air touched the wet heat between my legs. I kicked the fabric the rest of the way off. My t-shirt rode up under his hands. He didn’t bother taking it off. He just pushed it higher until it bunched under my chin, baring my breasts to him.His mouth lande
The hallway was dark. My bare feet made almost no sound on the floorboards. I stopped outside his door for half a second, my hand on the knob, heart drumming hard against my ribs. Then I turned it and pushed the door open hard enough that it swung wide and hit the wall with a thud.The bedside lamp was still on. Low yellow light spilled across the messy sheets. Leo lay propped against the headboard, his chest bare, one arm behind his head. The girl sat on the edge of the bed in nothing but his black t-shirt and messy hair, with smeared lipstick. She froze mid-laugh when she saw me.Leo’s eyes locked on mine but He didn’t move. Just watched.I stepped inside and closed the door behind me with a quiet click. My arms stayed loose at my sides. I kept my face calm even though my pulse was racing so hard I could feel it in my throat.The girl’s smile died. She glanced at Leo, then back at me, confusion evident on her face.I looked straight at her. “You need to leave,” I said. My voice ca
I couldn’t sleep.The house was quiet after our dinner. No TV. No footsteps in the hall. Just the soft tick of the clock on my nightstand and the occasional creak of old wood settling. I stared at the ceiling until the dark shapes of the room blurred. My body still tingling from this morning…his thumb on my jaw, the near-kiss, and the way his chest had brushed my back when he reached for the plates. Every time I closed my eyes I felt it again.I flipped onto my side. Then my stomach. Then my back. The sheets twisted around my legs. I kicked them off climbed out of my bed and opened the windows the air felt cool on my skin, but it didn’t help. My pulse kept jumping for no reason.A car door slammed close outside.Voices drifted up from the driveway…low laughter, then a girl’s, bright and bubbly voice followed. The the front door opened… Keys hit the bowl on the entry table. Soft footsteps moved through the living room followed by a giggle heading up the stairs.Leo’s voice muttered.
The phone buzzed on the small desk in my tiny dorm room. It was almost ten at night. The old radiator hummed softly in the corner. I picked it up and read the message. My heart jumped.“My office. Now. We need to discuss your thesis.”Professor Kane. Just his name made my body react. A warm rush s
I swallowed. “Riley, we can’t…”But my hips rocked forward against her thigh anyway. She smiled, slow and sure, and pressed harder. The seam of her shorts rubbed right against my aching spot. Sparks jumped between us. Her control felt total, and a secret part of me gave in.“Tell me to stop,” she b
I moaned softly, legs trembling. “Professor… please. I need more.”He rose behind me, his big hands gripping my hips firmly. With surprising strength.Without saying a word, he grabbed my waist with both strong hands and lifted me like I weighed nothing. He sat me on the edge of his big mahogany des
Professor Kane’s voice filled the quiet office like a command that could not be ignored. “Now… lift your skirt and show me what you’ve been hiding under there all night.”My fingers shook as I grabbed the bottom of my short plaid skirt. The soft pleats felt warm in my hands. I pulled it up slowly,







