All Chapters of WET DESIRES (A COLLECTION OF EROTIC STORIES) : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Foster Home 4The next morning after the storm I woke up sticky between my legs, my panties still damp from all the teasing in their bed. I lay there a minute, staring at the ceiling, my body aching in a way I had never felt before. Their hands on me, the way they stopped right when I needed it most, it left me restless. I got up, showered quick with cold water to calm down, then pulled on a pair of cutoff shorts and a thin tank top. No bra today, the heat already thick outside.Downstairs Sarah stood at the counter slicing fruit, her sundress hugging her hips. Mark sat at the table with coffee, scrolling on his phone. “Morning, sweetie,” Sarah said, smiling like nothing had happened in the middle of the night. “Sleep okay after the storm?” I nodded, sliding into my chair. Mark looked up, his eyes dark and knowing. “You seemed pretty worked up last night.” His voice stayed low, just for me. Heat rushed to my face. I grabbed a piece of melon and ate it fast.Breakfast stayed normal on

Foster Home 6I lay on my back in the dark, chest still heaving, the taste of Mark’s cock thick on my tongue. My pussy would not stop twitching. Every little pulse sent fresh slick sliding down between my thighs. The sheets were soaked under my ass. I could smell myself in the room, sweet and needy. My fingers hovered over my clit, still swollen and slippery from the orgasm they had forced out of me. I wanted to rub again so bad, but their words rang in my head. “No more tonight.” My hand dropped to the mattress. I squeezed my thighs together instead, trying to ease the ache. It only made it worse.From down the hall I heard it. A low moan. Sarah’s voice, breathy and wet. Then the rhythmic creak of their bed. They were fucking. Right now. My heart slammed against my ribs. I sat up, pussy clenching at the sound. I could not stay in this room. Not when they were in there, using each other, probably thinking about me.I slipped off the bed, naked, and padded down the hall on bare feet. T

Foster Home 8The walk back to the cabin felt endless. Every step pushed the thick plug deeper into my ass, stretching the tight ring until I had to bite my lip to keep from moaning out loud. My short skirt kept riding up, the cool breeze hitting my bare, dripping pussy. Mark’s cum was still drying on my stomach and tits, making the thin fabric of my tank top stick to my skin. Sarah walked ahead of me, her hips swaying, the new leather collar around her neck catching the sunlight. Mine felt snug and heavy, a constant reminder of who I belonged to now.Mark’s hand stayed on the small of my back, guiding me. “Keep that plug in, baby girl. Daddy wants your ass ready for tomorrow.” His voice was low, rough, the same tone he used when he was hard and thinking about ruining me.Inside the cabin the air was cooler, but my skin burned. Sarah turned and pushed me gently against the wooden wall. “Jealous little thing, weren’t you? Watching Mommy suck Daddy’s cock while you just knelt there.” She

Foster Home 9 Morning light poured through the cabin windows, warm across the bed where I lay sandwiched between them. The plug was still buried deep in my ass, a heavy, constant pressure that made my pussy throb every time I breathed. Mark’s arm was draped over my waist, his thick cock nestled hot and hard against the small of my back. Sarah’s full breasts pressed into my chest, her hand cupping my mound possessively, two fingers resting just outside my entrance without pushing in. I was soaked. The sheets under me were damp from the slow leak of my arousal all night. Sarah’s eyes opened first. She smiled, slow and wicked, and kissed me deep, her tongue sliding against mine while her fingers finally dipped inside. Only the tips, teasing the rim of my hole. “Still so ready for us, baby girl. That little cunt is begging to be ruined.” Mark stirred behind me, his pierced cock sliding between m

Twin Guardians 1 I woke up that morning to the sound of Vanessa in the kitchen downstairs, the clatter of pots and the sizzle of bacon pulling me out of bed. It had been six months since Dad died—heart attack, quick and brutal—and the house felt empty without him. But Vanessa? She filled it in ways I tried not to think about too hard. At 38, she was a goddess: voluptuous curves that made my mouth dry, heavy tits that strained against every top she wore, and an ass so thick and round it swayed like a promise when she walked. Her long dark hair cascaded down her back, and her blue eyes always held this soft, commanding spark, like she knew exactly what she wanted and how to get it. I was 19, home from college for the summer, and yeah, I was obsessed. Jerked off to her more times than I could count, picturing those full lips wrapped around my cock, her tits bouncing as I pounded her from behind. She was my stepmom, but Dad was gone,