All Chapters of The Forbidden Sisterhood: A Collection Of Forbidden Stories : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Lily Chen had house-sat for the Donovans a dozen times before. She knew where they kept the spare keys, which step on the back staircase creaked, that Mrs. Donovan...former Mrs. Donovan now....always left Post-its with instructions stuck to the fridge.This time, there were no Post-its. Just an empty house in the Hollywood Hills, all glass and clean lines, the kind of architectural masterpiece that showed up in magazines. Sarah, her best friend since freshman year at UCLA, was in Prague for a semester abroad. Her mom had moved to Santa Barbara after the divorce. And her dadHer dad wasn't supposed to be here.Lily stood in the kitchen, twenty-four years old and frozen in her college hoodie and cutoffs, staring at the man who'd just walked through the front door at eleven o'clock on a Thursday night.Andrew Donovan stopped short when he saw her, his carry-on still in his hand, his suit jacket slung over one arm. Forty-eight years old, silver threading through dark hair that was too lon

Harper Vale had been home from college for exactly three months, and she'd spent approximately seventy percent of that time watching the man next door through her bedroom window.Not her proudest moment. But also, not something she was planning to stop.His name was Dominic Cross. Thirty-two years old, dark hair that fell just past his collar, perpetual five o'clock shadow, and the kind of body that came from actual labor, not a gym membership. He restored vintage motorcycles in his garage, all grease-stained hands and corded forearms, and Harper had never been particularly interested in bikes until she'd watched him straddle one shirtless on a Saturday afternoon.She'd gone to her room and touched herself for an hour straight.That was two months ago. It had become something of a routine since then.Twenty years old, fresh out of USC with a communications degree she had no idea what to do with, living in her childhood bedroom in her parents' house in Pasadena while they were on an ex

She scrambled onto the bed, her heart pounding, and he stood at the edge watching her with dark, hungry eyes."Take off your shorts."She obeyed, shoving them down along with her panties, and his gaze dropped to the apex of her thighs."Spread your legs. Show me."She did, and the sound he made was almost feral."You're fucking soaked." He reached out, dragged two fingers through her folds, and she gasped. "All this for me?""Yes....""Good girl." He brought his fingers to his mouth, sucked them clean, and her pussy clenched at the sight. "You taste even better than I imagined."Before she could respond, he was on her. His hands gripped her hips, and he buried his face between her legs from behind, his tongue dragging through her pussy in one long, devastating stroke.She cried out, her elbows nearly buckling."Stay up." His voice was muffled against her. "I want to see you fall apart."He ate her like a man starving. No finesse, no teasing—just raw, relentless hunger. His tongue circ

"This is the shot," Mark said, his voice awed. "This is perfect. Do it."They did it.Both men pushed forward simultaneously....Dante entering her ass while Marcus filled her pussy....and Jessica screamed.The stretch was impossible. Overwhelming. Two fifteen-inch cocks, both buried inside her, separated only by a thin wall of tissue. She was fuller than she'd ever been in her life, fuller than should be humanly possible, and they weren't even moving yet."Breathe," Dante commanded in her ear. "Breathe through it."Jessica tried, but then they started to thrust.Synchronized. Brutal. Relentless.They pounded into her suspended body....one cock slamming into her pussy while the other destroyed her ass—and Jessica couldn't do anything except take it. Her feet couldn't touch the ground. Her hands clutched at their shoulders. She was completely airborne, completely helpless, completely impaled on two massive cocks that filled every inch of her."MARK!" she screamed, tears streaming down h

Two days later, a different couple sat in Dr. Stone's office.Sophia, twenty-six, sat nervously beside her fiancé Marcus, twenty-eight. They'd been together four years and were getting married in six months."We want to try anal," Sophia explained, her cheeks pink. "But we don't know how. And I'm... scared it will hurt.""It will hurt if done incorrectly," Dr. Stone said matter-of-factly. "Which is why you're here. Marcus, same arrangement as I explained on the phone. You'll observe while I demonstrate proper technique with Sophia."Marcus nodded, his jaw tight. He'd agreed to this, but now that they were here, he wasn't sure how he'd handle watching another man touch his fiancée."Sophia, undress and position yourself on the couch. On your hands and knees."She obeyed with shaking hands, and soon she was naked, ass in the air, completely vulnerable.Dr. Stone moved behind her, and Marcus sat in the observation chair, his fists clenched."Anal requires three things," Dr. Stone began,