RAWSTATION: HARDCORE EROTICA

Lucinda's POV Lucinda's POV I sat at my desk, the doctor's words echoing in my head “The cancer is at the chronic stage, you have one month left.” No one knows. I haven't told any of my family members and don't plan on letting anyone know. My hand trembled as I grabbed the pen I usually use to scribble my bucket list, the forbidden desires I'd buried deep, now screaming to be unleashed. Fuck it, I'm dying hot and unapologetic and I must fulfill these things if I'm to have a happy death atleast right? 1. f**k our young neighbor Daniel—ride his thick c**k until he begs, his sexy eyes wide as I milk him dry. 2. f**k my stepsons Jake and Tyler—let them double-team me, their hard bodies slamming into mine, filling every hole with their taboo c*m. 3. f**k my doctor—bend over his exam table, make him drop his stethoscope and pound my p***y raw, his professional hands turning filthy. 4. Make out with my tattooist, that hot lesbian—her inked fingers in my hair, her tongues tangled deep, grinding against her strap-on in the parlor chair. 5. Threesome with Mark's best friends—lure them over for "drinks," then suck and f**k them both, their c***s stretching me while Mark's clueless upstairs. 6. Seduce the priest at confession—whisper my sins, then lock the booth door, hike up my skirt, and ride his holy d**k until he cries out in ecstasy. 7. Public gangbang in a seedy bar—pick five strangers, let them take turns bending me over the pool table, their c***s everywhere and their c*m dripping down my thighs as onlookers watch. These are all my bucket list fantasies and I'll definitely do all starting now.. without taking a chance! It was already evening and raining so hard outside, the drops hitting the window like they were trying to break in. I climbed into bed with my husband, Mark, who was lying there with his eyes half closed, looking all relaxed after a long day. I snuggled up behind him, wrapping my arms around his waist and pressing my body against his back, feeling the warmth from his body, we stayed like that for a few minutes, just breathing together, and I thought maybe we'd drift off soon. But then the bed dipped with a heavy weight, and I turned my head a bit to see Daniel, our young neighbor from next door who was staying over because his place was being fixed. My husband practically saw him as a son so it's not new to say he could do as he wanted. "I can't sleep alone, let me stay with you guys for tonight, it's scary with all this lightening," he said, his voice low but kind of playful, like he wasn't really that afraid. I felt annoyed right away and wanted to push him out. "Go to the guestroom, Daniel, let us rest, you're not a baby," I snapped, trying to sound firm while still holding onto Mark. But just then, Mark's voice cut through, sleepy but clear. "Let him be, Luci, he can stay," he said. I didn't get why but I didn't argue, just rolled my eyes and went back to hugging Mark's back, pulling the covers up higher. Daniel settled in behind me, and soon his arms came around my waist too, hugging my back just like I was hugging Mark's. At first, I didn't say anything, thinking maybe he was just getting comfortable, but after a while, I felt something hard pressing against my butt. It was poking me right there, firm and insistent, and I knew exactly what it was. My heart started beating faster, and I shifted away a little, trying to create some space without making too much noise. But as I moved, it seemed like the thing snuggled closer, following me, and the more I tried to shift, the more I was disturbing Mark, who mumbled something about staying still. So I let it be, lying there with that hardness right up against me, throbbing a bit now and then. Then slowly, Daniel's hands started moving up from my waist, sliding over my stomach and higher until they cupped my breasts, his palms warm through my thin nightshirt. He squeezed gently, and I wondered if he was asleep and not knowing what he was doing, but deep down I knew he wasn't. Still, I let it be because somehow, I liked it—the way his fingers pressed into my skin, making my n*****s harden under his touch. I lay there, my breath coming a little quicker, feeling his hands explore my breasts more boldly now, rolling my n*****s between his fingers through the fabric. It sent little shocks down my body, straight to between my legs, and I pressed my thighs together, trying to ignore how wet I was getting already. Mark is right here in front of me, probably asleep by now, yet the risk of him waking up and caught this made everything feel more intense. Daniel's breath was hot on my neck, and he whispered so softly, "You feel so good, Luci," his voice barely audible over the rain. I didn't respond at first, just bit my lip to keep quiet, but his hands kept moving, one slipping under my nightshirt now, skin on skin, and oh god, it felt amazing. His fingers traced circles around my n****e, pinching lightly, and I arched my back a tiny bit without meaning to, pushing my butt against his hardness. He groaned quietly, pressing closer, and I could feel how big he was, the outline of his d**k through our clothes, rubbing against me in slow, deliberate motions. "Why are you doing this?" I whispered back finally, my voice shaky, but I didn't pull away. My hand was still around Mark's waist, holding him like nothing was happening. "Because I can't help it," Daniel murmured, his lips brushing my ear, sending shivers down my spine. "You've been teasing me all day, walking around in those shorts. And now, with you right here... I just want to touch you." I felt a rush of heat at his words, remembering how he'd stared at me earlier when I bent over to pick something up. But Mark was right beside us, snoring softly now, and the thought of getting caught made my pulse race even more. Daniel's other hand started wandering lower, sliding over my hip and down to my thigh, his fingers gripping the hem of my nightshirt and pulling it up slowly. I gasped quietly when the cool air hit my bare skin, but I didn't stop him. Instead, I shifted my legs a little, giving him more access without thinking about it. His hand moved between my thighs, fingers brushing against my panties, and I was so soaked already that he must have felt it right away. "You're wet for me," he whispered, sounding pleased, and he started rubbing me there, pressing just right on my c**t. It made me whimper softly, and I clamped my mouth shut, glancing at Mark to make sure he hadn't stirred. "Shh, we have to be quiet," Daniel said, his voice teasing, but he didn't stop, his fingers slipping under the edge of my panties now, touching me directly. Oh~ it felt so good, his rough finger gliding over my slick folds, dipping inside just a little before pulling back to circle my c**t again. I rocked my hips against his hand, needing more, but careful not to shake the bed too much. "You're bad," I whispered, turning my head slightly to look at him in the dim light. His eyes were dark and hungry locked on mine. "Maybe, but you like it," he replied, and to prove his point, he pinched my n****e harder with his other hand, making me bite back a moan. His d**k was still grinding against my ass, the friction building heat between us, and I could feel him getting even harder, like he was ready to burst through his pants. I reached back with one hand, the one not holding Mark, and touched him there, feeling the length of him through his shorts. He was thick and long, way bigger than I expected, and touching him made me bolder. I stroked him slowly, up and down, feeling him twitch under my fingers. "What if Mark wakes up?" I asked, my voice breathy, but I didn't stop stroking. Daniel chuckled softly, his hand between my legs speeding up a bit, making wet sounds that I hoped the rain covered. "He won't. He's out cold. But even if he does... maybe he'd watch." His words shocked me, but they turned me on more, imagining Mark seeing us like this, me sandwiched between them, getting felt up by our neighbor. "Don't say that," I hissed, but my body betrayed me, pushing harder against his fingers as he slid one inside me, snugingit just right to hit that spot that made my toes curl. I squeezed his d**k in response, rubbing the tip where I felt a wet spot forming on his shorts. "Why not? You know he's okay with me being here," Daniel whispered, adding a second finger, stretching me gently, pumping in and out slowly. It was torture, the way he built the pressure inside me, his thumb still on my c**t, circling relentlessly. My breaths were coming in pants now and I had to bury my face in Mark's back to muffle any sounds. I kept stroking him, feeling every ridge and vein through the thin fabric, and he started thrusting into my hand, matching the rhythm of his fingers in me. "God, Luci, you're so tight," he groaned quietly, his lips on my neck now, kissing and sucking lightly, probably leaving marks I'd have to explain later. The rain pounded harder outside, thunder rumbling in the distance, but all I could focus on was the heat building between my legs, the way his fingers f****d me slow and deep, bringing me closer to the edge. I wanted to come so bad, but I held back, not wanting to make too much noise. "Faster," I begged in a whisper, grinding against his hand. He obliged, his fingers moving quicker, the slick sounds getting louder, but he covered it by pulling me closer with his other arm, squeezing my breast hard. "Come for me, Luci," he murmured, his voice rough with need. "I want to feel you tight around my fingers." His words pushed me over, and I came hard, my body shaking as waves of pleasure hit me, biting down on my lip to stay silent. He kept pumping through in through it until I was trembling, my hand still on his d**k, squeezing as I rode high on the intense pleasure. But he wasn't done. He pulled his fingers out, and I heard him suck them clean, the sound obscene and hot. Then he guided my hand inside his shorts, wrapping my fingers around his bare c**k. It was hot and smooth, throbbing in my grip, and I started stroking him properly, up and down, feeling the precum at the tip. "You're huge," I whispered, amazed, stroking him faster now that I had him skin to skin. He moaned softly, thrusting into my hand. "All for you. Imagine how it'd feel inside." But we couldn't go there, not with Mark right here, though the thought made me wet again already. We kept going like that, me jerking him off while he played with my breasts again, pinching and twisting, keeping me aroused. His hips bucked against my hand, and I could tell he was close, his breaths ragged. "I'm gonna come," he warned, and I tightened my grip, stroking faster. He spilled over my hand, hot and sticky, groaning into my hair as he pulsed in my fingers. “Lucinda “ Mark called, and I jerked up, only to see my husband staring at me wide-eyed.