All Chapters of P*rnstation: Filthy Erotica Collection : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

The library at Westbridge High was a mausoleum of silence after hours, its towering shelves casting long shadows under the flickering fluorescent lights. Dust motes danced in the stale air, and the only sound was the faint hum of the vending machine in the corner. Ethan Harper sat alone at a study table in the back, his lanky frame hunched over a calculus textbook. His glasses slid down his nose as he scribbled equations, oblivious to the world. At eighteen, Ethan was the kind of boy who blended into walls—pale, freckled, with messy brown hair that never quite obeyed a comb. He was brilliant, sure, but brilliance didn’t win friends. It won solitude.The heavy library doors creaked open, and Ethan didn’t look up. Probably just Mr. Jenkins, the librarian, doing his rounds. But the click of heels on the linoleum floor was too sharp, too deliberate. His pencil froze mid-equation. Two figures emerged from the shadows between the shelves: Chloe Bennett and Lila Valdez, the undisputed queen

David’s cock was still buried inside me, pulsing with the last spurts of his release, when he leaned over my back and growled against my ear, “We’re not done with you, baby girl. Not even close.”Hot cum oozed out around his shaft and slid in thick rivulets down my trembling thighs. I was bent over the kitchen island, tits flattened against the cold marble, ass in the air, completely wrecked and still clenching greedily around him.Ryan pulled out of my mouth with a wet pop. Long strings of spit and cum connected my swollen lips to the head of his cock before they broke and dripped onto my chin. He smeared the mess across my cheek with his thumb, then pushed it into my mouth so I could suck it clean.“Good girl,” he praised, voice hoarse. “Swallowed every drop like you were born for it.”David finally eased out of my pussy. The sudden emptiness made me whimper, but the feeling only lasted a second. He spread my cheeks wide and watched his load leak from my stretched hole.“Look at tha

The golden rays of the afternoon sun shimmered across the waves at Azure Beach, where the air was thick with the scent of saltwater and sunscreen. Ethan Harper, a fresh-faced 20-year-old, sat awkwardly in his lifeguard chair, his first day on the job. He'd landed the gig right after college break, more for the summer cash than any real passion for saving lives. His body was lean and athletic from high school track, with subtle muscles rippling under pale skin that hadn't yet bronzed from the sun. At 6'1", he had that boyish charm—messy brown hair, bright blue eyes, and a shy smile that made him look even younger. But what no one could guess from his modest demeanor was the secret he hid beneath his red swim trunks: a cock that, even flaccid, promised something extraordinary. Not far away, on a cluster of oversized beach towels, three stunning MILFs lounged like queens surveying their kingdom. Samantha, 38, was the curvaceous bombshell with auburn waves framing her heart-shaped face,

Ethan’s chest rose and fell like he’d sprinted a mile, every muscle trembling from the two loads he’d already blown. The cove was nearly dark now, only the last sliver of sun bleeding red across the water. Salt air, sweat, and the thick scent of sex hung heavy around the blanket. His cock lay half-hard against his thigh, nine inches of glistening, cum-smeared meat that still looked impossibly huge even when it wasn’t fully raging. Samantha, Rebecca, and Vanessa knelt around him like priestesses at an altar, eyes glazed with lust, pussies swollen and dripping from the fucking they’d already taken. Rebecca broke the silence first. “Kid’s got the recovery of a goddamn racehorse,” she said, voice husky. She reached out and dragged one manicured nail up the underside of his shaft. Ethan jerked, oversensitive, a low groan rumbling in his throat. “Look at that. Still leaking. Still hungry.” Vanessa leaned in, her heavy tits brushing his hip. “We haven’t even let him choose yet,” she murm

The power cut out at 11:47 p.m. One second my vibrator was buzzing against my clit like it had a personal vendetta, the next second nothing. Pitch fucking black. The AC died with a pathetic wheeze and the whole apartment turned into a sauna. Atlanta in July is already hell and now it was hell with no mercy. I was so close. So goddamn close. My pussy was throbbing, swollen, dripping down my thighs, and then… silence. I threw the useless toy across the room, heard it clatter against the wall, the same wall that separates my bedroom from his. Caleb. Quiet white boy next door. Cute in that awkward, “I don’t know I’m fine” way. Lean shoulders, messy blond hair, shy little smile in the elevator every morning. I’d been listening to him for three weeks. Every night around this time he starts. Slow at first, just the creak of his bed, then the unmistakable slick sound of a big hand stroking a very big dick. Faster. Harder. Those low, desperate groans he tries to swallow but can’t. So