VOLUME I; Chapter 02

-PAGE: EROTICA + TV

-TITLE: FORBIDDEN SENSATIONS

-AUTHOR: LOLO

-VOLUME 1:

-CHAPTER 2:

I hissed while masturbating my pussy so hard;

__Yes, yes, yes!

Another orgasm ripped through me.

~~~ CHRISTINE EMNA ~~~

I hated driving my little brother home from his chess club meetings, having to wait after class while he and his nerdy friends had fun. I didn't understand why Mom couldn't walk him home. She worked at the university and often stayed more than half an hour for her activity.

I needed to go home. I needed the privacy of my room. My college was a real whorehouse. Jonas and his harem had everyone talking about sex, which made purity so difficult. Yesterday, I heard that he had buggered his pregnant cousin Martine in the boys' restroom, while at the same time, Doriane had gone full lesbian, performing oral sex on girls in the restroom.

Some even claimed they had urinated in her willing mouth.

I hated being one of those girls. I didn't know which I preferred: being Martine, getting fucked by that handsome Jonas, or one of those girls getting her pussy licked by that slut. She was picking on me for my silence, calling me discreet.

My hands gripped the steering wheel of my car as I squirmed.

My brother, Kévin, glanced at me. He had darker skin than me, a tall, slim body, almost as tall as our older brother, Louis. Kévin pushed up his glasses and stared at me. He was always leering at me. Once, I caught him trying to watch me in the shower. An eighteen-year-old nerd in need of sex. I bet he had tons of adult movies on his computer.

Maybe I should download some onto mine. A little inspiration.

I clenched my thighs under my long skirt, my clit throbbing.

He asked me:

__Are you okay?

I replied:

__Fine. I just want to go home. I have… homework to do.

He said with a smirk:

__Okay, okay, homework.

__ME: Sure.

I blushed. Did he really know what I did after school every day? Mom and Dad would kill me if they found out I masturbated. I didn't want to, but… Jonas fucked Martine yesterday! In our college bathroom! And today, I saw him strutting around with Katie and Miriam wrapped around him, his hands on their asses.

Jonas had even said before kissing Katie:

I'm going to fuck you so hard when we get back.

Miriam asked before nibbling his chin.

Both of us?

He broke the kiss with Katie to kiss Miriam, pushing his tongue into her mouth. She shivered, letting out a sigh as Katie caressed his stomach, feeling his muscular body through his shirt.

And my pussy had melted and never recovered. My poor panties were soaked. I had to get out of there. I needed to be fucked so hard, to give my virginity to a hard cock. Any cock. My mind wanted to be pure, but the rest of me wanted to be dirty.

And now, my nerdy little brother was staring at me. When my parents gave me my car, an old Toyota given to me by one of my father's many cousins, I had to agree to drive Kevin home from his clubbing every day.

At the time, I accepted without hesitation.

Now... Why did he have to stare at me all the time? I could feel his eyes on my breasts, as if his glasses had X-ray powers and he could see through my blouse and bra. Didn't he know I was his sister? Who did he think he was? Jonas?

Had Jonas really fucked his little sister Elodie? Rumor had it. He'd fucked his cousins, why not his little sister?

This college was driving me crazy. It tempted me every day. How could I keep my virginity when my body wanted to have fun with Jonas, Elvis, Mathieu, Fiacre, other guys? Even Samuel made me shiver during PE class last week.

I turned into the driveway. We were the only ones home; our older brother was hanging out with his friends, Mom was still at school grading papers, and Dad was working long hours as a construction foreman. I slammed on the parking brake as Kevin bolted out of the car, speeding toward the bedroom on his long, gangly legs.

He was Louis's height, but not our older brother's muscular build.

What would it be like to be with Louis…? So strong, the same skin as our father, that soulful chin, that handsome face. More than one of my friends found him charming. And I knew he wasn't chaste.

Maybe he could teach me things like Jonas had…

I closed my eyes. Maybe I should pray to God instead of masturbating. I should grab my Bible and pray, pray, pray some more until my pussy no longer begged to be touched.

But as I entered my room, my clothes flew off. My fingers fumbled with my blouse. My skirt was in a ball on the floor, my bra on my pillow, and my panties on my desk, a soaked ball.

I shivered, stroking my skin, caressing my round breasts. They were firm, my nipples small and dark brown. I pinched them, letting out a delicious moan before kneeling on my bed.

Like a female dog ready to be fucked by Jonas.

I moaned, bucking my hips;

Oh, yes, Jonas

I rubbed my fingers along my thighs, moving closer and closer to my pussy.

My shaved pussy.

I couldn't believe I'd done that, but it made my vulva even more sensitive, the masturbation even more intense. I shuddered as I brushed the smooth flesh around my pussy, moist with my juices. My tangy scent filled my nose. I moaned as I brushed my slit.

Then I found my clitoris. I rubbed it, my anus clenching as I bucked my hips, pointing at the door. I imagined Jonas standing there, naked, his body muscular and strong, his skin lighter than mine. He stroked his cock, his face so handsome, chiseled, bold, his dark eyes burning as he looked down at me.

I moaned as he rubbed my virgin pussy, brushing against my hymen;

Ohhhh, slide, just slide your cock into my pussy! Take my cherry, lube your cock, then fuck my asshole! Fuck me like Martine!

~~~Mrs. EMNA -~~~

I got home early, Christine's old, faded blue Toyota Camry in the driveway. I should have stayed in college and finished my work, but I couldn't. The temptation was too strong. I wanted to find a stud, any stud, and have him fuck me. But I refused to violate my marriage. I loved my husband. He was a good man. A good provider.

I was a terrible wife. It was bad enough that I was squandering our savings on my online gambling addiction and spending my lunch breaks masturbating to Jonas committing incest with his sisters and aunt. I wouldn't be a whore like Lucia and her daughters.

I would never cheat on him.

I was a good, pious woman. Yes, I had my sins, and I prayed to God to forgive me. I struggled to rise above my base nature, but my feminine desires burned within me. They had only grown with my maturity, while my husband, exhausted from all-day hard work, struggled to find the energy most evenings to satisfy me.

It was only on weekends that my cat found the true satisfaction she craved.

I walked into the house.

It was eerily quiet. I knew Christine and my little boy, Kevin, were home. Kevin usually played video games, the sounds echoing through the house. I went up to the second floor; a strange energy hung in the air. I felt… like I was intruding.

I frowned, reached the carpeted staircase, and climbed it.

I heard heavy breathing. And a rhythmic clicking sound. I frowned, the sound... familiar. I couldn't place it. Flesh slapping against flesh. Not quite the sound of two people making love, but similar. A burning itch formed in my pussy.

Had Kevin brought home a girl? Had my shy little boy blossomed like my older son? It couldn't be Christine. She was a perfect girl, not a slut. She would never have snuck a boy in.

I crept up the stairs.

TO BE CONTINUED...