FAZER LOGINEmma’s phone buzzed on her nightstand. She smiled despite the faint headache she’d used as an excuse to skip morning classes. The message from Alex was simple: Heard you’re sick. Jordan and I are coming over with soup and meds. Text your address.
She replied quickly, heart already racing. Her parents were gone for the weekend for some anniversary trip up the coast. The big suburban house was empty except for her. Thirty minutes later, the doorbell rang. Emma padded downstairs in a loose tank top and tiny cotton shorts, her nipples already tightening against the thin fabric. She opened the door to find Alex and Jordan on the porch, both in casual hoodies and jeans, carrying a paper bag. “You look flushed,” Jordan said, stepping inside first. His eyes swept over her body, dark with immediate hunger. “Not that sick,” Alex added, closing the door behind him with a decisive click. He set the bag on the kitchen counter but didn’t bother unpacking it. “We were worried. But you don’t seem feverish… yet.” Emma backed toward the stairs, biting her lip. “My room’s upstairs. It’s more comfortable.” They followed without hesitation. The moment her bedroom door shut, the pretense dropped. Alex pulled her into a deep kiss, tongue sliding against hers with urgent need. Jordan came up behind her, hands gripping her hips, grinding his growing hardness against her ass. Emma moaned into Alex’s mouth as four hands roamed her body. “Been thinking about this since last night,” Jordan growled, kissing the side of her neck. He tugged her tank top up and off in one smooth motion, exposing her full breasts. Alex broke the kiss to look down, groaning at the sight of her stiff pink nipples. “Fuck, Emma. Perfect.” They moved her to the bed. She lay back as they stripped quickly. Alex’s lean, toned body and Jordan’s broader, muscular frame both tense with arousal. Their cocks sprang free, thick and hard. Alex was slightly longer, Jordan thicker. Emma’s mouth watered. Jordan knelt between her spread thighs first, peeling her shorts and panties down. “So wet already,” he murmured, running a finger through her slick folds. He lowered his head and licked a long, slow stripe up her pussy, tongue flicking her swollen clit. Emma cried out, hips bucking. Alex climbed beside her, sucking one nipple into his mouth while his hand played with the other. The dual sensations made her head spin. Jordan ate her out with focused hunger. Long licks, then sealing his lips around her clit and sucking gently. Two thick fingers pushed inside her, curling against her G-spot. “Oh god yes,” Emma gasped. Her fingers tangled in Jordan’s hair as pleasure coiled tight and fast. Alex kissed her deeply, swallowing her moans while pinching her nipples. She came hard within minutes, thighs shaking around Jordan’s head, flooding his tongue with her juices. They didn’t give her time to recover. Alex flipped her onto her hands and knees. “I want to feel you,” he said, voice rough. He rubbed his cockhead along her dripping slit, teasing, then thrust in deep with one smooth stroke. Emma moaned loudly at the stretch. He was big, filling her perfectly. Jordan knelt in front of her, gripping her hair gently. “Open up, baby.” She took him into her mouth eagerly, lips stretching around his girth. The taste of him, masculine. Made her moan around his shaft. Alex started fucking her from behind in steady, deep thrusts, hands gripping her hips. The rhythm pushed her forward onto Jordan’s cock with every stroke. “Shit, her pussy’s so tight,” Alex groaned, slapping her ass lightly. He picked up speed, balls slapping against her clit. Jordan fucked her mouth with controlled thrusts, never too deep, praising her between grunts. “Such a good girl taking both of us.” Emma was lost in sensation. Full at both ends, pleasure sparking through every nerve. Alex reached around to rub her clit in tight circles. Her second orgasm hit like a wave, walls clenching hard around his cock. He cursed and slowed, trying not to come yet. They switched positions smoothly. Jordan lay on his back and pulled Emma on top, impaling her on his thicker cock. She sank down with a long moan, feeling every inch. Alex moved behind her, pressing his lubed fingers (taken from her nightstand drawer) against her tight asshole. “Relax, sweetheart,” he whispered, kissing her spine. One finger pushed in, then two, scissoring gently while Jordan thrust up into her pussy. The fullness was overwhelming and delicious. When Alex replaced his fingers with his cock, pressing slowly into her ass, Emma nearly screamed in pleasure. They filled her completely. Double penetration. Alex in her ass, Jordan in her pussy moving in alternating rhythms. Emma was sandwiched between their hard bodies, skin slick with sweat. Jordan’s hands squeezed her breasts, thumbs teasing nipples. Alex gripped her hips, thrusting deeper into her tightest hole. The pleasure was intense, almost too much. Every thrust sent sparks through her body. Their groans and dirty praises filled the room. “Taking our cocks so well.” “Fuck, you’re squeezing me.” “Come for us again, Emma.” She did. Shattering between them with a broken cry, body convulsing. The contractions pulled both boys over the edge. Jordan came first, burying himself deep in her pussy and flooding her with hot spurts. Alex followed seconds later, groaning as he emptied himself in her ass. They stayed connected for long moments, breathing hard. Eventually they pulled out gently. Emma collapsed onto the bed, boneless and glowing. Cum leaked from both her holes, a filthy, satisfying sight. Alex and Jordan flanked her, pressing soft kisses to her flushed skin. Jordan fetched a warm cloth from the bathroom and they cleaned her tenderly, then pulled her under the covers between them. “Best sick day ever,” Emma whispered with a lazy smile, tracing patterns on Alex’s chest while Jordan spooned her from behind. Alex chuckled, kissing her forehead. “We’re not leaving until your parents get back. You’re ours now.” Jordan’s hand slid possessively over her hip. “And we’re just getting started.” The three of them drifted into a satisfied doze, bodies tangled, the afternoon sun warming the room. Emma had never felt more wanted. Or more thoroughly claimed.Mira froze beneath Kevin, her body still clenching around his cock. Kevin went rigid, buried deep inside her.The door clicked shut. Footsteps sounded in the hallway.“Mira? You home? I brought the wine you...oh shit.”Lena stood in the living room entrance, keys still in one hand, a bottle of red wine in the other. Her eyes widened as she took in the scene: Mira completely naked on the couch, legs wrapped around Kevin, his pants shoved down, cock clearly buried inside her sister-in-law.For a long second, no one moved.Lena’s gaze flicked from Mira’s flushed face to Kevin’s tense shoulders, then down to where their bodies were joined. Instead of shock or anger, something darker and hotter flashed across her expression.“I… forgot you mentioned Kevin was dropping something off,” Lena said, voice strangely calm. Her eyes stayed locked on them. “Didn’t realize it included this.”Mira’s heart hammered. She should feel mortified. She should push Kevin off and scramble for clothes. Instead
Mira stood at the kitchen counter, rinsing the last of the dinner plates. The house felt too large and too quiet with Daniel away for the next ten days. She had already worked late three evenings in a row just to avoid coming home to the empty rooms. Tonight she had given up and cooked anyway, a simple meal she barely touched.The doorbell rang just after nine.She dried her hands on the dish towel and walked to the front door. Kevin had texted earlier saying he’d drop off the spare key Daniel had asked him to hold. She hadn’t expected him this late.When she opened the door, Kevin stood under the porch light in a dark grey hoodie and jeans, one hand in his pocket. He looked tired after his long hospital shift. His hair was slightly damp from the light rain.“Hey,” he said. “Sorry it’s late.”“It’s fine,” Mira replied, stepping aside. “Come in.”He wiped his shoes before entering. The familiar woody scent of his cologne drifted past her. Mira locked the door, the small click sounding
Amila’s heart raced as she sat on the edge of the examination table in Dr. Sean’s private clinic. The room smelled of antiseptic and his subtle cologne. A crisp, masculine scent that had haunted her fantasies for the past two years. At twenty, she was no longer the shy teenager who accompanied her mother to appointments. She was a woman with needs, and every single one of them centered on the tall, authoritative man currently reviewing her chart.Dr. Sean was forty-two, broad-shouldered, with sharp cheekbones a dark stubble, and piercing gray eyes that always seemed to see straight through her. He wore his white coat over a fitted black shirt, the sleeves rolled up to reveal strong forearms corded with veins. Amila had touched herself countless nights imagining those hands on her body.“Any new symptoms, Amila?” he asked, his deep voice professional yet carrying that low timbre that made her thighs clench.She swallowed, her nipples already tightening beneath her thin sundress. “Not r
Emma’s phone buzzed on her nightstand. She smiled despite the faint headache she’d used as an excuse to skip morning classes. The message from Alex was simple: Heard you’re sick. Jordan and I are coming over with soup and meds. Text your address.She replied quickly, heart already racing. Her parents were gone for the weekend for some anniversary trip up the coast. The big suburban house was empty except for her.Thirty minutes later, the doorbell rang. Emma padded downstairs in a loose tank top and tiny cotton shorts, her nipples already tightening against the thin fabric. She opened the door to find Alex and Jordan on the porch, both in casual hoodies and jeans, carrying a paper bag.“You look flushed,” Jordan said, stepping inside first. His eyes swept over her body, dark with immediate hunger.“Not that sick,” Alex added, closing the door behind him with a decisive click. He set the bag on the kitchen counter but didn’t bother unpacking it. “We were worried. But you don’t seem fev
The late afternoon sun filtered through the tall windows of Hawthorne University’s main lecture hall, casting long golden shafts across the rows of wooden desks. Emma Harper clutched her notebook to her chest as she slipped into the back row, heart hammering. At nineteen, transferring mid-semester felt like walking into a lion’s den. New city, new campus, new everything. Her dark wavy hair fell over one shoulder, and she tugged at the hem of her short plaid skirt, suddenly self-conscious about how much leg it showed.Professor Lang droned on about modernist poetry, but Emma’s attention drifted. Two boys three rows ahead kept glancing back. The first had messy chestnut hair and a lean, athletic build. Alex, she’d overheard someone call him. His white button-down was rolled to the elbows, revealing toned forearms. The second, Jordan, sat beside him: broader shoulders, dark skin, a quiet intensity in his deep brown eyes. He wore a fitted black tee that hinted at the muscle beneath. Both







