Alle Kapitel von 100 SHADES OF LUST: A PACK OF TABOO STORIES : Kapitel 11 – Kapitel 20

The next morning we barely had time to clean up before we heard the front door open. Dad and Lauren were back early from their trip. Suitcases rolled across the floor downstairs, and Lauren’s voice called up, “Kids? We’re home!”Ruby and I looked at each other in panic. She was still leaking my cum from last night’s full moon marathon, and there were bite marks and bruises visible on her neck and thighs. My rut had calmed a bit after the moon set, but I was still on edge.We threw on clothes fast and went downstairs. Dad was in the kitchen making coffee. Lauren hugged Ruby first, then me. Everything seemed normal for about ten minutes.Then Lauren’s phone buzzed. She looked at it, frowned, and her face went pale.“What the hell is this?” she said quietly.Jake had followed through. He sent the pictures — the ones from the living room, and even a couple from the club alley. Lauren turned the screen toward Dad. The room went dead silent.Dad stared at the photos for a long second, then

Rita’s eyes were still glued to my phone screen. Her breathing grew heavy as she reread the message. For a second I thought she might panic — but then her thighs pressed together and I smelled a fresh wave of arousal flooding from her pussy.“They’re coming for us…” she whispered. Her voice wasn’t scared. It was excited. “The rogues want to breed us.”I grabbed her chin and made her look at me. “We can run right now. Jamaica. Vegas. Anywhere.”Rita’s lips curled into a wicked smile. “Or… we can stay a little longer and let them destroy us again before we disappear.”The heat in her eyes told me everything. My proper, elegant Luna best friend was gone. This version of Rita was a cock-hungry slut awakening.We didn’t even have time to leave the house.A heavy knock shook the front door. Then another. The scent of twelve rogue wolves poured through the cracks like smoke.“They’re here,” I breathed.Rita stood up, still completely naked from our morning fuck, cum from last night still dri

The fall semester was in full swing at the girls’ academy, and I’d made the cheer squad right away. We shook our asses at volleyball, field hockey, and especially the football games against the boys’ academy. I loved the way my tiny uniform skirt rode up, flashing my toned thighs and tight ass while my stepdad, my coach, watched from the sidelines with that hungry look he tried to hide. I’m Brandi, twenty-two, living in the dorms full-time. 5’1” with shoulder-length dark brown hair, sun-kissed skin, perky 32B tits, a tiny waist, and a round ass that turns heads everywhere — especially his. Full pouty lips and big doe eyes that hide how much of a needy little slut I’ve become for the man who married my mom. After Mom ran off with that younger guy and divorced him, Stepdad and I got even closer, even with me in the dorms. He kept the house, took care of everything, and stepped up as my cheer coach so he could still watch over me during practices. I chose him completely. He’s for

The next morning I woke up slowly, deliciously sore between my legs. Daddy’s cum from last night’s brutal reclaiming session had dried on my thighs, and my pussy still felt puffy and used. I stretched like a satisfied kitten under the sheets, reaching for him, but the bed was empty. “Daddy?” I called out softly, my voice still husky from sleep and moaning. No answer. I smiled to myself, assuming he was making breakfast like he sometimes did on lazy Saturday mornings. I slipped out of bed completely naked, my perky 32B tits bouncing slightly as I padded downstairs toward the kitchen, my round ass swaying. The cool air made my nipples harden instantly. But when I stepped into the living room, I froze. Daddy was sitting in his big armchair like a king, wearing only a pair of loose gray sweatpants, his thick cock already half-hard and tenting the fabric. But he wasn’t alone. Three other men were there. Coach Reynolds — the muscular assistant coach from last night — was leaning

Liam froze deep inside me, his thick cock still buried to the hilt in my dripping pussy. He looked down at me with dark, wicked eyes and placed a finger gently over my lips, silently telling me to stay quiet.My wrist was still cuffed to the bedpost, my body covered in a messy mix of cherry yoghurt, sweat, and my own juices. I felt so exposed, so filthy, and yet my pussy clenched hard around his cock at the danger of the situation.“I’m here,” Liam called out in a surprisingly calm voice. “What is it, Ryan? Can it wait until morning?”I bit my lip hard as Liam slowly rolled his hips, pushing his cock a little deeper into me while he spoke. The filthy, wet sound of my soaked pussy taking him made me panic. I mouthed “Stop!” at him, but he only gave me a slow, teasing smile and thrust again, harder this time.“No, it can’t wait,” Ryan replied from the other side of the door. “It’s about