VELVET: An Anthology of Forbidden Desires

Annabelle It was only then that I allowed myself to sob softly, biting my plump lips and savoring the salty tears that flowed from my eyes. All polluted and dirty, I looked at the ceiling, reviewing my thoughts, which one after another, like an annoying fly, appeared in my head. "What will mom say?" "How am I going to look them in the eye now?" Everything got confused. But I felt bad not because he was ‘my mother’s husband and her son’, but because I liked it. And it all started long before our first time. As I said before, Elliot Ivanovich was a handsome man, and Fernando, obviously, was like seeing his father. Just looking at him gave me goosebumps. What can I say about the moment he first touched me? No wonder I then fell into a trance state. Until then, the only thing I could do was lock myself in the bathroom and masturbate with the young ‘brother’, as long as he was beyond the limits of what was allowed. My fantasy in general was sophisticated, perhaps due to the fact that at school I did not communicate with anyone and had to abstract myself from the reality of my fictional world in some way to amuse myself. But time passed, I got older and the cute rainbow with pink unicorns was gradually replaced by hot men who f****d me hard, holding my hair and gagging my mouth so that I moaned more quietly. But now tastes changed, I saw many people who sometimes became the subject of my worship, until they appeared: strong, proud and latonic father and son perfectly fit my type. And also in my vulgar intentions, to which I shamelessly m*********d every night. This is a wonderful feeling of the forbidden– in the subcortex you understand that you are doing something wrong, but still you do not stop. It all started little by little; sometimes they just popped into my thoughts, and somehow I involuntarily reflected, not really giving in. But over time, my fantasies became more and more frank –I imagined my mother leaving the house for work, and them, hugging me in a corner, slowly beginning to undress me. Elliot Ivanovich was gentler in this regard, often just stroking my crotch, covering my lower body with kisses, sometimes tracing some patterns with his tongue. Fernando, on the other hand, was a pepper– while his father was pleasing me, he roughly touched my breasts, squeezed my excited n*****s and put suctions on my neck, preventing me from relaxing. Oh how excited he was. By moving my fingers quickly and actively massaging the c******s, I almost always reached orgasm in a matter of minutes. Unfortunately, this feeling passed quickly. After experiencing waves of pleasure, I looked around my bathroom again, wrapped myself in a towel and went to bed thinking that this in real life would not happen under any circumstances. But then a boomerang would fly in front of me with the words 'It will happen, baby, it will happen'. And now, lying on the ground, I think about how it happened? But let's get back to reality. Getting up a bit, I propped myself up on my elbows and looked around– everything seemed surreal and outlandish. I didn't recognize my own walls or my sofa, and the movie playing in the background looked like a trifle. Maybe there was no first time at all? But these thoughts quickly left me as soon as I looked down. My naked body froze to the cold ground, and the fat and dripping sperm helped me understand that no, I hadn't imagined that. My throat still ached unpleasantly from recent s****l intercourse. "Oh, they were good." It went through my head as my crotch howled painfully again. Ignoring the ‘call’ from my body, I got up, went to the door and looked around the house. There was no noise. "Have they gone somewhere, or what?" I thought. Extending a neat long leg, I stepped onto the parquet floor and quietly began to move towards the bathroom to erase the recent 'exciting' events. Opening the door to the bathroom, I sighed happily as I realized that it was finally possible to relax and withdraw from the world around me, when suddenly I felt someone's gaze on me. Mentally making a questioning face, I slowly looked up and saw Fernando, no less surprised. "What are you doing here?" I confronted him. After all, the best defense is offense, right? "I was going to ask you the same!" The boy said in disgust, raising an eyebrow. Hearing his disgusted tone, I instantly flinched inside and, deciding not to argue, I honestly admitted: "I wanted to take a shower... I thought you were already gone, so me and... I... will probably go.” Having already turned my leg towards the door, from which I had not moved until now, I suddenly felt my body lose its balance, and the body fell. After one moment, I realized that this self-assured 'alpha' decided to hold me. "What the hell?" The words flashed through my head before the young man pressed me against his powerful pumped body. Yes, he is the spitting image of his father! Just as handsome and overconfident, because he knows he's handsome. Frankly, a very advantageous position: you pinch the girls you like when you want and nobody will say anything, after all, they were all ok, right? And maybe I would have soared into my clouds had it not been for Fernando, who said. as he moved closer to my ear, his hot breath burning my neck, and the words spoken in a seductive whisper– "Do you want a repeat, kitty?" The boy said, biting my earlobe lightly. My body immediately weakened. My legs gave out and I tried to escape his embrace, pushing him a little roughly. "No, I've had quite a few adventures for today..." My whisper was barely perceptible, as my voice has been hoarse for a long time due to recent events, but, nevertheless, Fernando heard everything, and said with a malicious smile: "No, not enough." Throwing me over his shoulder (I already mentioned I'm pretty skinny, right?) And turning, he closed the door. He slowly let me go to the shower, taking off his towel, showing a huge standing log. I immediately blushed, shifting involuntarily. The sight of his beautiful p***s was definitely arousing, so I turned off my conscience and walked over to him.