Attic Inferno: My Raw Threesome Awakening

Moonlight sliced through the mist, flooding the old mill’s courtyard. Cars crammed the gravel. No lights on the facade. Heart thudding, I slipped through the side door. Darkness swallowed me. Noises drifted from above—grunts, wet slaps, gasps. Up the stairs, first floor empty. Second, silent. Then the attic ladder. The door creaked open. Shock hit like lightning. Bodies writhed in dim glow. Mom’s mouth devoured a thick cock, cheeks hollowing. Dad kneaded young tits, ass eaten behind. Pussies stretched wide, asses pounded. Moans ricocheted. Cum spurted on tongues. ‘Two good little sluts,’ a man growled. Claps on flesh. ‘Fuck my ass harder!’ Flesh slapped. My pulse hammered. Heat flooded my core. Nipples hardened. Cunt throbbed, slick. Dad’s voice: ‘Myriam?’ Silence crashed. Serge grabbed me, cock rigid, yanked Viviane along. Down to my room. ‘You party?’ Viviane purred, tiny tits, bald slit gleaming Lolita-fresh. ‘Fuck yeah, but I’m starved.’ Clothes ripped off. Serge’s muscled frame loomed, cock veined, balls heavy. Viviane’s tongue flicked my clit. Heart exploded. Serge’s fingers plunged my sopping hole. I sucked his shaft, gagging on girth. Urgency clawed. Possession burned.

Viviane spread me wide. Serge’s condom-sheathed cock rammed home. Walls stretched, fire ignited. Thrusts deep, savage. Heart slammed ribs. Sweat poured. I howled, Viviane’s pussy grinding my face. Tongue delved her juicy folds. Fingers twisted my clit. Orgasm ripped—waves crashing, cunt spasming around him. He held, rooted deep. Slow grinds now, balls slapping. Pulled out, rigid. We devoured him—lips sliding, tongues lashing shaft, balls. Fingers probed. Viviane shoved his hand from her ass. ‘My hole’s off-limits.’ I arched. ‘Fuck mine raw.’ Lube? ‘No—pain sharpens it.’ He spat on my pucker. Gland breached. Burned exquisite. Inch by inch, owned. Full hilt, balls mashed cheeks. Pounds hammered. Pain bloomed pleasure. Heart raced wild. Viviane sucked my tits, fingered my clit. Double fire. I shattered again, ass clenching, milking. He roared, flooded the rubber. Collapsed in tangle, skin slick, breaths ragged. But dawn brought more—Bob’s endless rams, brothers’ double stuffing, ass and cunt filled, agony-ecstasy blur. Courbatures throbbed, delicious.

The Fever Rises

Kitchen steam rose, nude bodies everywhere. Cocks half-hard, hands groped freely. Fingers slipped my slit, pinched nipples. Mom dropped a shaft to kiss. Dad’s balls fondled mid-embrace. ‘Tea?’ Serge grinned. ‘Cloud of cum?’ Brother offered. New cock—Alexandre’s—for my mug. Sucked deep, throat fucked. Hot jets filled my tea. Swirled, sipped salty tang. Skin still hummed. Flames banked to embers. Parents’ eyes averted Sunday. ‘We shielded you.’ I shrugged. ‘Too late. Addictive.’ Clubs next—with Lucas’s monster. Orgy ghosts lingered—sweat scent, stretched ache. Unique burn scarred soul. Craved more.