All Chapters of LUST ZONE : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

I am nineteen now, just one year away from the day my parents want me to enter the convent. I promised them I would obey. I promised God I would become a nun. But every night, the same battle happens inside me.After that first time at fourteen, I told myself I would never watch those videos again. I prayed harder. I went to confession. I tried to forget the wet sounds, the naked bodies, the pleasure I felt. For a few weeks it worked. But the ache between my legs always came back. Stronger. Hotter.One warm afternoon last month, everything broke again.I came back from school and walked straight to Signora Francesca’s house like always. She was on the couch wearing a thin summer dress that hugged her full breasts and wide hips. Her phone was in her hand, and she was smiling at the screen the same way she did years ago. The moment I saw it, memories flooded my mind. My pussy instantly became wet. I pressed my thighs together, feeling my clit throb against my panties.I stood there for

Life at the convent was different. I no longer lived in the big villa with Mama and Papa. Two weeks ago they moved me here full time to begin my serious training as a novice. My small room had a single bed, a wooden cross on the white wall, and a tiny window that looked over the garden. I shared the hallway with Sister Mary and two other young novices. Every day started at 5:30 with morning prayers, then chores, Bible study, and more prayers before bed. The nuns said this would purify my soul before I took my vows next year.But my soul was not pure at all.I missed the freedom of going to Signora Francesca’s house after school. I missed her phone and the way those videos made my body burn. Here, everything was quiet and strict. Touching myself felt even more dangerous. Yet I could not stop.Every night after lights out, the ache between my legs grew worse. I would lie in bed thinking about Father Damiano Moretti. His handsome face. His strong body under the black cassock. The deep, c

I stared out the taxi window as the familiar suburban streets rolled by, my backpack heavy on the seat beside me and a couple of boxes crammed in the trunk. Summer holidays had finally hit, and after months of grinding through my final year at uni, I was back here—the place that had always felt more like home than anywhere else. Uncle Mark had practically raised me after my parents passed. He was the one who made sure I had school fees covered, who showed up to every awkward parent-teacher meeting, who taught me how to fix a leaking tap even though he was hopeless with anything more complicated than a motherboard. The man was a certified nerd through and through: glasses, button-up shirts, always buried in his tech projects or spreadsheets. Growing up, I never once pictured him with a woman. Romance? That seemed as alien to him as small talk at a party.But a few months ago, he’d casually mentioned over a video call that he’d gotten married. Just like that. “Her name’s Elena,” he’d sa

Elena’s words hung in the steamy bathroom air like fire.“Daniel… I can’t stop…”Her fingers were still buried deep in her wet pussy, sliding slowly in and out while her eyes stayed glued to my thick, hard cock. I stood in the doorway, hand pumping my shaft, precum dripping down my fingers. My heart was hammering so hard I could hear it in my ears. This was my uncle’s wife. The woman he trusted. But right now, all I could see was her spread legs, her swollen pink pussy lips glistening with juice, and those big heavy tits heaving under her thin tank top.“Fuck, Elena,” I groaned. “You look so fucking naughty like this.”She moaned louder, her fingers moving faster again. “I know it’s wrong… but I’m so wet, Daniel. I’ve been thinking about you since last night.”That broke me.I stepped into the bathroom, kicked the door shut behind me, and pulled her up from the toilet seat. She gasped as I lifted her easily, her tiny shorts still tangled around one ankle. I kissed her hard, shoving my

The next morning we were still in bed, naked and sweaty, when we heard the sound of a car pulling into the driveway. My heart jumped into my throat. Elena’s eyes went wide with panic.“Mark!” she whispered.We moved fast. I grabbed my clothes and ran back to my room while she quickly changed the sheets and sprayed air freshener. By the time Uncle Mark opened the front door, we were both downstairs looking completely normal. I was on the couch with my phone. Elena was in the kitchen wearing a modest sundress, her hair neatly tied back.“Surprise!” Mark called out with his usual awkward smile, dragging his suitcase in. “Conference ended early. Missed you guys.”Elena hugged him quickly. “Welcome home, honey.” Her voice was steady, but I saw her thighs press together for a second.I stood up and shook his hand. “Good to see you, Uncle Mark. Thanks again for letting me stay.”He patted my shoulder like always. “No problem at all, kid. You’re family.”The rest of the day we played it cool.