All Chapters of FORBIDDEN PLEASURES: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

1. LISA I’m Nineteen years old, and my parents still believe I’m their innocent church girl who wouldn’t dare break a single rule. They have no idea how wrong they are. I’ve spent my entire life trapped in that house, watched like a prisoner. The moment their car leaves the driveway, I slip out, find girls who want the same thing I do, and let them devour my pussy in the back seat of cars or rundown motel rooms where no one asks questions. I’ve perfected the art of playing the perfect daughter while my body stays constantly hungry, cunt wet and aching for release. Moving day feels heavy in our modern house. The shiny marble floors and expensive furniture look flawless on the surface, but the place has always felt cold, like a stage set for the perfect family that never really existed. My suitcases sit packed by the front door, zipped tight and ready for university. I stand there, heart already racing at the thought of freedom. Mom walks in from the kitchen, Bible clutched in her

3. LISA I’m completely lost in the moment, fingers buried knuckle-deep in my dripping pussy, thrusting quick and messy while my eyes stay half-closed on the laptop screen. The lesbian p**n blasts wet tongue sounds and desperate girl moans that make my cunt squeeze even tighter around my fingers. My other hand attacks my heavy tits, pinching my stiff nipples until the sharp sting blends into pure pleasure, squeezing the soft flesh hard like I’m trying to pull an orgasm out of them. “Fuck… mmm,” I groan deep in my throat, hips bucking up to meet every thrust. My juices run freely down my ass crack, soaking the sheets underneath me. Nothing else in the world matters right now. Preye must have stepped out of the shower because I suddenly feel eyes burning into me. Our gazes lock for one electric second. She looks away fast, turning to dry her body with the towel, but I catch her sneaking another long glance. My pussy throbs harder at the attention. I don’t stop. I push deeper. I spr

5. PREYE My skimpy dress had already ridden up high, exposing the smooth skin between my legs where my shaved pussy waited, slick and eager. I propped myself on my elbows, chest rising fast, watching him tower over me with that hungry stare that always made my stomach tighten. The luxurious bedroom felt charged, city lights filtering through the tall windows, casting long shadows across his sharp features. He moved with deliberate slowness, crawling onto the mattress until his knees bracketed my hips. His fingers traced the thin straps of my dress, then gripped the fabric firmly. With one powerful tug, he tore it away completely, the material ripping softly as it gave up. Cool air kissed my bare breasts and the wet heat between my thighs. I lay completely exposed now, nipples pebbled tight, my round ass pressing into the sheets. No words at first,just his eyes devouring every inch of me like he was memorizing the sight. His palms settled on my waist, warm and broad, sliding upw

7.PREYEThe drive back to campus was torture. My pussy was still sore and leaking Mike’s cum, my thighs sticky every time I shifted in the driver’s seat. But my mind wouldn’t stop replaying Lisa’s video….her fingers deep in her creamy cunt, moaning my name like she was desperate for me. I kept squeezing my thighs together, trying to ignore how wet I was getting again.When I finally pushed open the door to our dorm room, Sunday evening, the lights were low. Lisa was exactly where I pictured her lying on her bed in just a tank top and panties, legs slightly spread, fingers resting lazily on her pussy like she’d been touching herself the whole time she waited for me.She looked up, eyes widening in surprise. “Preye…? You’re back already.”“I saw the video,” I said quietly, my voice shaking.it did something to me. This has never happened before. I’m straight. I love the way Mike stretches me and fills me up. But your video kept playing in my head the whole time. Every time he was deep

9.PREYEMy stomach flipped. I was really doing this. I looked at Lisa, who was smiling at her phone. “He booked it,” I said quietly, my voice a little shaky. “Tonight.”Lisa leaned over and kissed me softly. “You sure you want this?”I nodded, even though my heart was racing. “Yes. I want to feel everything.”We spent the next hour getting ready. I picked out the tiniest black lace bra and g-string set. The bra barely covered my nipples, the lace so thin my dark areolas were visible. The g-string disappeared between my ass cheeks, leaving almost nothing to the imagination. Lisa wore a matching set in deep red,her bra pushing her big tits up, nipples almost spilling out, the thong riding high on her hips.We helped each other dress. Lisa adjusted my bra straps, her fingers brushing my skin. “You look so fucking sexy,” she whispered, kissing my shoulder. I helped her with her low-rise jeans, the waistband sitting so low it showed the top shelf of her fat ass. I slipped on a short blac