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~ Lissa ~ I stood in front of the mirror in my bedroom, staring at my reflection like it might give me answers. My body was still buzzing from three days without sex. My nipples were already tight under my thin tank top. My pussy felt heavy and empty at the same time. I had high libido. Sex wasn’t just something I liked. It was something I needed. Deep, long, hard, messy sex that left me shaking and satisfied. That’s why I had always chosen my men carefully. I tested them first and made sure they could keep up, that they had the size, the stamina, the hunger to match mine.

“Good. Let them wonder. Let them suspect something’s different about you. Soon they’ll see your belly starting to swell and know someone’s been breeding this tight little pussy.” The risk talk only made him fuck me harder. He reached around and rubbed my clit roughly, pushing me toward the edge. “Come for me,” he commanded. “Come while you think about how close you were to getting caught with your stepfather’s cum plugged inside you.” I shattered, my orgasm ripping through me with violent intensity. My pussy clamped down around his thick cock, milking him as I sobbed with pleasure. Marcus followed seconds later, burying himself deep and flooding me with another heavy load. He stayed inside m

He was tender yet insistent, his thrusts rolling in deep sensual waves that dragged out every aftershock. My pussy fluttered around him, another smaller climax following the first as juices gushed out in fresh spurts. My eyes rolled inside my head. “Fuck, Dorian…don’t stop,” I begged, as my voice broke. The sickness of my reality hit just then, twin fantasies flooding my mind like forbidden poison. Two identical men, same bodies, same cocks but different in how they claimed me. It was twisted and depraved. In fact, some would call it the ultimate taboo. Yet it made me wetter and hotter, my core throbbing with shameful need.

I felt impossibly stuffed, every nerve ending screaming with dark pleasure. They began to move. Damien thrust up into my pussy while Lucas drove into my ass from behind. The rhythm built into something punishing. My body rocked between them, breasts bouncing, skin slapping loudly against skin. Sweat slicked our bodies. The air grew thick with the scent of sex : musk, arousal, and raw lust. I could hear my own broken moans mixing with their low groans. Every thrust sent jolts through me. The friction was exquisite. Overwhelming.

And I hated even more that I was about to come to the sound of him destroying someone else. It had been over two years since I’d had good sex. Actually good sex. The kind that leaves you sore, satisfied, and walking funny the next day. My last decent lay was with Marcus, and even he eventually turned vanilla and boring, finishing in under five minutes before rolling over to check his phone. After him, it was a string of disappointments; selfish guys, premature finishers, and one who asked if I could ‘moan quieter’ because he had an early meeting.

Then she was gone, waving from the taxi window as it pulled away. The house felt empty the second the door closed. I stood in the living room for a minute, the silence pressing in. My dick was already half-hard just from the thought of having the place to myself for two whole weeks. I headed upstairs to my room, locked the door out of habit, and opened my laptop. I needed release badly. I pulled up my favorite p**n site and searched for something specific—mature women, thick bodies, the kind that reminded me of Gwen. I clicked on a video of a busty brunette in her late forties fucking her young neighbor.

As much as I disliked being here, it was going to be difficult to go back to my twin-sized bed at home. As I readjusted myself in the bed, my fingers brushed the paperback novel that I’d been reading most recently. It was an old favorite of mine, about an Omega that was kidnapped by a dashing Alpha pirate. Through a lot of wacky adventures and quite a few orgies, they fell in love. If I got my flashlight, maybe I could read through my favorite sex scene and go to sleep daydreaming about…

I lay sprawled across the massive king-sized bed in the master suite, the silk sheets cool against my heated skin. The room smelled of sandalwood and anticipation, the dim lamp casting golden shadows over my naked body. Richard, my stepfather, stood at the foot of the bed, his eyes dark with hunger as he uncapped the bottle of massage oil. Jake, my stepbrother, knelt beside me, his broad hands already tracing the curve of my thigh. They both wore nothing but their desire, cocks hard and twitching in the air between us.

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I drain him dry, from base to tip, watching as the last drops fall upon the holy items. It is a dirty, taboo sight that makes my pussy throb once more. He pulls me down after, his cum-smeared cock pressed against my thigh. We lay there, breathing heavy, the chapel smelling of sex. My body aches in the best possible way; vows are shattered on the altar. I kiss his neck, tasting salt and the knowledge of this sin binding us.