30 Shades Of Forbidden Lust

Chapter 4: Forbidden Holes

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𝕬 𝖉𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖒 𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖊 𝖙𝖗𝖚𝖊 ♡

The next night didn’t hide anything. My stepdad invited his friends as he promised.

He blindfolded me and led me into the living room.

“Tonight you meet Jax, Rico and Damien princess. They are going to help Daddy stretch you.”

My heart hammered. I heard heavy footsteps. Then Jax’s rough voice. “f**k, she looks perfect.”

Hands everywhere. Marcus’s familiar ones and Jax’s rougher, calloused ones. They stripped me naked. I was placed on all fours on the big couch.

All four men. Marcus, Jax, Damien, and Rico.

I was the center of their world on the large sectional. Naked, oiled, trembling with anticipation and need.

They passed me around first. Damien face-f****d me with his long c**k while Rico ate my p***y like a champion. Jax fingered my ass. Marcus watched, stroking himself, directing them.

Then the real use began.

Damien on his back, me riding him reverse cowgirl so everyone could watch my holes. Jax stepped up and pushed into my ass. Double stuffed. I screamed in ecstasy as they found their rhythm.

Rico fed me his thick c**k. Marcus took my hand, making me stroke him.

They rotated. Every combination. Spit-roasted. Triple penetrated, mouth, p***y, ass. At one point Marcus and Jax both squeezed into my p***y while Damien f****d my throat and Rico used my hand.

The sounds were filthy. Wet squelching, slapping flesh, my constant moans and screams. c*m dripped from every hole. They marked my t**s, my face, my tongue.

I lost count of my orgasms. Squirting, shaking, crying from overwhelming pleasure. They praised me constantly.

“Such a perfect cumslut.”

“Taking all four c***s like you were born for it.”

“Never letting you go, princess.”

When they finally finished, I was a wrecked, c*m-covered, glowing mess in the middle of them.

I could probably make real cash from all this c*m covering my body if I had collected it in a container. The ridiculous thought made me laugh senselessly, still floating in a hazy, post-orgasm daze as their warm loads dripped down my skin.

We didn't bathe that night. We just slept off.

✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: ─── :･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧

I woke up between Marcus and Jax, both their c***s half-hard against me, dried c*m flaking on my thighs. Rico and Damien had rushed to work. The warmth felt perfect until my mind flashed to Tyler and Leo.

Marcus sensed the shift. He pulled me closer. “Talk to me, princess.”

I cried into his chest. “I’m scared I’m just a broken slut who needs this because no normal man will ever want me.”

Jax kissed my shoulder from behind. “Normal men are the ones who left you empty. We see you. All of you.”

They spent the day worshipping me slowly. No rough f*****g. Just long, sensual pleasure. Marcus ate my p***y for nearly an hour while Jax sucked my t**s and whispered praise. They made love to me in the most sensational way.

When Damian and Rico came back. Damien surprised me with a shopping trip, buying me lingerie he wanted to ruin. Rico cooked for all of us that night. They bathed me together, four sets of hands massaging every inch, then tucked me into bed like something precious.

✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: ─── :･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧

It hit me like a truck three days later.

I stood in front of the bathroom mirror, c*m still leaking down my thighs from a morning session with all four of them. Marks on my neck. Bite marks on my breasts. My p***y pleasantly sore.

“What the f**k are you doing, Elena?”

Flashbacks assaulted me. Kyle’s bored face. My ex Damien’s cruel words after he’d used me. Tyler and Leo moaning together while I stood there invisible.

I was f*****g my stepfather and his friends. Letting them use every hole. Begging for it. Craving their c*m like a drug.

I packed a bag in a panic and tried to leave.

Marcus caught me at the door. The others were right behind him.

“Baby, stop.”

“I can’t do this!” Tears streamed down my face. “It’s wrong. I’m disgusting. I let all of you f**k me like a w***e. My best friend was ass-f*****g my boyfriend and I ran home to get gangbanged by my stepdad. What the hell is wrong with me?”

They didn’t let me go.

Marcus pulled me into his arms despite my struggles. “Nothing is wrong with you. You were starving. We’re feeding you. Body and soul.”

Jax’s rough voice cut through. “You think normal relationships filled you? They broke you. We’re putting you back together.”

Damien tilted my chin up. “You shine brightest when you’re surrendering. We see the real you. The strong, filthy, beautiful girl who needs this.”

Rico simply dropped to his knees, pushed my skirt up, and started licking my c*m-filled p***y right there in the hallway. I tried to push him away but moaned instead.

They carried me to the bedroom. Not roughly this time. They stripped me slowly and spent hours breaking down my walls with pleasure and truth.

Every time shame rose, a c**k or tongue filled me. They made me look in their eyes while they f****d me. Made me repeat: “I need this. I deserve this. I am yours.”

“I need you,” I whispered brokenly. “All of you.”

✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: ─── :･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧

I no longer had my own bedroom. I slept in Marcus’s king bed every night, often with one or more of them. A discreet black collar rested around my throat, elegant enough for the public, meaningful enough for us.

I had quit my dead-end job. They provided for me. In return I gave them unlimited access to my p***y, whenever they wanted. Mornings often started with one of them waking me up by sliding into my p***y. Evenings ended with me serving all four.

The relationship had deepened beyond s*x. They took me on trips and vacations. Cared for me when I was sick. Listened to my dreams. Built a life around our dark little family.

I ran into Tyler once at a coffee shop. He looked shocked at how radiant I was. I smiled politely and walked away, knowing I was getting f****d better than he could ever imagine.

No more failed vanilla relationships. No more emptiness.

I was the center of their circle. Cherished. Loved in the most twisted, perfect way.

And I had never been happier.