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TRIGGER WARNING: This story contains explicit adult erotica involving step-family taboo themes, including a threesome (MFM) with stepfather, stepbrother, and stepsister. Content includes intense sexual situations, rough sex, dirty talk. Carlis’s POV I thought we had the house to ourselves. The wedding preparations had everyone running around town, but Brian had me bent over the back of the couch, my sundress shoved up around my waist and my panties dangling from one ankle. His thick cock slammed into me over and over, stretching my pussy just right.

It had been even longer since Bob had fucked his wife eagerly enough to leave her feeling it the next day. Teasing her husband about having a bisexual threesome with Freddie had worked like a charm. Bob had gotten so horny and excited, even after their youngest daughter had just made him cum, and for the first time she thought one of her dirtiest and most secret fantasies might actually come true. Although Bob had had his cock in her pussy when he said he'd do the threesome with Freddie so she couldn't be sure if he would really follow through.

He stared at me as I licked his fingers, then took them in my mouth. "Holy fuck," he whispered. "How... what...?" "It's not like I've never eaten pussy before," I said, taking his fingers out of my mouth. "I know what it tastes like." "Wait, you've—" "Yeah. I'm bi." He seemed to relax when he found that out, maybe because I knew what it was like from his point of view as much as my own. Smiling, I pushed my jeans and panties down my hips. He raised his eyebrows as I brought my own hand between my legs, my eyelids fluttering as I pushed my fingers inside myself. My pussy was soaked, heat radiating from it as I fingered myself slowly. After a moment, I brought my hand away from myself and lift

“I bet you keep a straight face while your panties are getting soaked.” Her legs shook, and I knew she was trying to close them.I smirked. “I bet you are soaked even now.” I moved to her side, my hand touching her belly. “Dirty little slut, getting excited to die, innit?”Her body rose as her skin tried to keep contact with my gloved hand.“Tell me, doll, where should I start?” I leaned down, whispering in her ear. “Should I play with your nipples first?” My fingers took one of them between and pinched it. “Should I make you scream from pain?” I twisted, but all I got was a soft gasp. “Or maybe you are more into impact play?” I slapped her breast, making it jiggle. “I’m gonna take a picture of

She’s magnificent. “Is her pussy still wet?” I lay down on my back in front of her, rip open one of the condom packets and apply the latex while she watches, her pupils expanding, those nipples so tight I know she needs another climax. One isn’t enough for this woman. I’d say she’s a three-man job, but she’s not a job at all. She’s a privilege. “Or does she need to wiggle around on my face for a while?” Elise squeezes her spasming thighs together and moans.

She gasps like she’s been electrocuted. I do it again, then suck hard until her thighs close around my head. She’s close. Already. But I pull away. She lets out a sound of frustration. Almost a sob. Her legs are shaking. Her pussy glistens with need. I unbuckle my belt. She hears the sound and moans like it’s the sweetest melody. I take my time stroking myself, watching her arch against the mattress. She’s gone. Unglued. A beautiful, trembling mess.

The disdain in my voice shocked even me. He growled and enclosed his large hands on the left-over skin I couldn’t hold. A whimper left my lips. Unlike my previous caress, his strokes were fierce. Each pull made my knees weaker. Why did it feel so good? It had to be his pheromones. It had been some time since I had sex. Having sex with some random chick or guy was never my thing. It felt uncomfortable being in the presence of alphas and omegas alike. Ryder never liked my abstinence. He tried to set me up on any and everyone. I often canceled. My libido was non-existent anyway.

And the spells were only for one thing. Sex. I flipped through all the pages, dumbfounded. There were pictures of naked people with arrows pointing to boobs or pussies or cocks, and instructions on the spells to cast to make them bigger or tighter or thicker. My jaw dropped when the next page I turned had a picture of a woman being fucked hard in the middle of a pentagon, by a wonderfully handsome man with horns and a tail. No shit. Demon sex.

“You are fucking soaked, I haven’t even touched you yet.” My fantasy of getting fucked over his table is now coming to reality, I whimpered as his fingers moved my panties and touched my pussy. He raised my skirt up to my waist with no hesitation, the cold air hit my wet panties making it extremely cold on my pussy. He carried me like I weighed nothing, and set me down on his cold glass desk, he removed my panties and shove my legs apart, wide and open, like a slut. His fingers traced the juice running down my thighs back to my pussy, rubbing my pussy and looking into my eyes. My skin tingled and breath hitched.