Lahat ng Kabanata ng Wild Dreams [Story Collection]: Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 60

I couldn’t sleep. The guest room felt too warm, too small, too full of the memory where I was in the car with Uncle Richard’s hands and mouth on me. All day long, my body had been humming — my heavy breasts still tender from his sucking, my pussy still slick and aching even after I’d changed panties twice. Every time I closed my eyes, I felt his fingers circling my clit in the car, the wet heat of his mouth devouring my nipples. I was supposed to be the shy, proper girl who visited her aunt and uncle every summer. Instead, I was lying here throbbing for the man who was married to her.My hand trembled as I picked up my phone. I opened the browser, typed in something I had never dared search before, and clicked on a masturbation video. The woman on the screen was moaning softly, legs spread, fingers sliding through her wet folds. My breath caught. Slowly, innocently, my own hand crept under my short nightie and between my thick thighs.I was already soaked. My fingers brushed over my

I stepped out of the taxi into the warm evening air. At twenty-four, after six long years studying abroad, I was finally home . Before I could even pull my suitcase from the trunk, the front door burst open and my entire family spilled out like a wave.“Stephen! Oh my God, he’s back!” Mum cried, tears were already streaming down her face as she pulled me into a crushing hug. Her familiar perfume wrapped around me, and for a moment I felt like the little boy who used to run into these same arms. Aunt Clara was right behind her, squeezing my cheeks the way she always did, while my younger cousins and nieces and nephews swarmed my legs, shouting my name and demanding to be picked up.Everyone was laughing, clapping, talking over each other. They had prepared a massive welcome feast — roasted chicken and beef, rich stews, fresh bread, salads, and all the side dishes I used to love as a kid. The dining table groaned under the weight of the food. I smiled politely, hugging each person, an

The new week settled over the house like a quiet spell. Everyone had left — Mum and Aunt Clara to work, the kids to school, even Uncle Mark had an early errand. For the first time since coming home, I had the entire house to myself. I wandered downstairs in nothing but a pair of loose black shorts, my toned chest and abs bare, enjoying the rare freedom. My mind kept drifting back to Sunday in Pastor Josh’s office — the way he had dropped to his knees and worshipped my cock like a starving man.My phone buzzed on the kitchen counter. Unknown number.“Are you alone right now?”I stared at it, heart already picking up speed. Before I could reply, another message came.**It’s Pastor Josh. Lock the front door. I’m outside.**My hands shook as I typed back: *Yes, I’m alone.*I walked to the front door on unsteady legs and turned the lock. Less than a minute later, a soft knock came. I opened it.Pastor Josh stood there in a simple black button-up and jeans, looking every bit the respectabl

I stood in the hallway clutching my backpack straps like a lifeline, cheeks already warm with embarrassment. My mother paced in front of me, arms crossed tightly over her chest.“Doris, sweetheart… you’re a wallflower. You know that…….and These people aren’t even your real friends. Why would you want to spend four days in the woods with them?” Her voice was laced with worry.I looked down at my shoes, voice soft and composed. “Mom, it’s just camping. I… I want to try new things. You always say I hide in my books too much, they invited me to camp with them and I agreed,ma. This is my chance to experience the woods, learn how to camp properly. Please?”My stepfather leaned against the doorway, watching me with that familiar, heavy gaze. He didn’t say much, but his eyes lingered a second too long on the way my modest sweater hugged my breasts. “Let the girl go, Helen. She’s eighteen. She needs to grow up with people her age.”Mom sighed deeply, rubbing her temples. “Fine. But promise

I drifted in and out of a hazy, pleasure-drunk sleep until the soft click of the door woke me. Four elegant maids in tight black-and-silver uniforms entered the lavish Victorian room, carrying silver trays with steaming water, fragrant oils, and plush towels. “Oh… please, I can clean myself,” I whispered shyly, trying to cover my naked, cum-stained body with the ruined sheet. My cheeks burned with humiliation. The head maid smiled gently but firmly. “Lord Victor’s orders, miss. You must be properly prepared for the Fold.” They stripped the sticky sheets away, leaving me completely exposed. Warm, scented cloths glided over my heavy breasts, carefully wiping away the dried cum coating my stiff nipples. Another maid spread my trembling thighs wide and pressed a warm cloth to my swollen, puffy pussy, gently cleaning the thick seed leaking from my freshly-fucked hole. “She’s still dripping so much,” one maid murmured, almost reverently. “The Lord filled her womb so deeply.” Ev