My Sister's Husband F*** Me

My Sister's Husband F*** Me

Jessy chro

5.0
Comment(s)
15.2K
View
7
Chapters

Victoria is a nineteen-year-old girl who was forced by her mother to go live with her sister because her mother could no longer channel her. She had become something else in the neighborhood where she lived with her mother. She had been blown up by practically every man in the neighborhood. This situation could no longer last, so his mother sent him to his sister hoping that it could lead him to change but she did not know that it was the biggest mistake she could make. Read my story to learn more. This is my first very sexual story. I hope you will like it ! Nb: Sensitive souls abstain

Chapter 1 1

MY SISTER'S HUSBAND FUCK ME.

#Episode 1

Yopougon, Ivory Coast.

Me: Oh yes baby, anh, anh, anh.......

I was moaning with pleasure while my classmate Cedric fucked my ass. I'm bent and offers him my pretty clean-shaven pussy. He plows my pussy wildly from behind. With one hand, I lean against the wardrobe in my bedroom and use the other hand to rub my clitoris.

Me: Annnnhh.....ummm....anh....anhhh......

Cedric accelerates, my breasts come and go, I moan louder. He lifts my foot which he holds with his hand. He accelerates more, I shout. I spit into my hand and rub my clitoris with saliva. Oh that's so good.

Me: Oh yes Cédric.....ouiiiiiiiiiiii.......

Cedric: Yes? Yes? Do you feel me there? Yes? He asks, pounding me with all his might, he squeezes my breasts. Answer, can you feel me?

Me: Yes, yes I feel you, I feel you....oh.....yes.....

I cry with pleasure and burst out laughing at the same time. I like it so much. I get fucked again and again by Cedric when suddenly I hear the creaking of the front door. This door makes a particular noise when you open it and you can hear this noise even at the other end of the street.

Oh no, don't tell me it was my mother who came home. Why did she come home so early? It's barely 6 p.m. I hear footsteps approaching. It's really her!

I want to tell Cédric to stop but it's so good. I can't. I moan silently as footsteps approach my room.

Cedric: Who is it? He asks, still fucking me.

Me: It's my mother, I replied in a moaning voice.

Cédric: I thought she was coming home after 8 p.m.

Me: That's what I thought too.

Cédric: What do we do now, we're going to get caught, I don't want any problem with your mother, he said, wanting to remove his penis from my vagina but I stopped him.

Me: No, please continue baby.

Cédric: But are you crazy? We're gonna get caught!

Me: She won't be able to come in, I locked the door.

He seems a little convinced and continues to fuck me. I make a superhuman effort not to scream with pleasure. My eyes are glued to the door. I see the wrist going up and down, my mother trying to open. She starts knocking.

My mother: Victoria? She said knocking, Vicky? You are the ?

I want to answer her but I'm afraid to moan instead. I stare at the front door without saying a word. Cedric continues to fuck me like crazy, this fear that my mother can discover us excites me more.

I can't take it anymore, I have to moan, I open my mouth to free myself when Cedric puts his hand over my mouth to stifle my cries.

Cedric: Are you crazy? We're going to get caught straight, so control yourself ok?

I nod my head yes. He still has his hand over my mouth. After a while, the footsteps fade away. My mother left.

Cedric: She left? He asks taking his hand from my mouth.

Me, I think.

Cédric: Where did she go?

Me: In his room or in the kitchen, go ahead baby, faster.

I get off with Cedric when the door opens suddenly revealing my mother. How is it possible ? I remain frozen. She stands still and watches me get fucked by Cedric. His eyes are fixed on my vagina which is being plowed by Cedric's penis.

Cedric hasn't noticed his presence yet, he has his head up towards the ceiling and his eyes closed. Pleasure overwhelms him to the highest degree. My mother is still silent, watching us. I want to warn Cedric that she's there, right in front of us, but I don't want to. I don't know why but the fact that my mother is watching her little girl being fucked by a big cock gives me immense pleasure.

Me: Anh....anh....yes Cédric, fuck me....anh.... mom momnnn......

I moaned looking at my mother in the eyes, her eyes still haven't left my vagina. She keeps watching the back and forth movements of Cedric's penis in my kitty.

My mother: Oh my God, she says, finally breaking the silence, tears are streaming from her eyes. She holds her chest.

Cedric stops immediately after noticing my mother's presence. He hides his crotch with his hands. He's scared, it shows.

Cédric: Ma...ma...ma'am....have you been there for a long time?

My mother: Long enough to see what you do with my daughter behind my back, and me who considered you a son Cédric.

Cedric: I'm really sorry Madame Jeannette, he said remorsefully. I.....

My mother gives him a ringing slap that brings him to shut up.

My mother: I'll make sure your mother is personally aware of all this, now get out of my house, shouts my mother pointing at the door. OUT !

Cedric: Yes... yes... excuse me, he said hastily, picking up his things from the ground. He takes his bag and runs out, leaving my mother and me behind.

Me: Mom I...

[SPLASH]

She gives me a violent slap, followed by a second and then a third. She pulls my hair and drags me to the bathroom.

My mother: I spoke, I did everything but still nothing. What am I going to do with you? Tell me Victoria, what am I going to do with you? You have become a whore for this neighborhood, all the men in this neighborhood have already fucked you. You make me ashamed Victoria, you make me too ashamed. I can't take it anymore, she said in tears, I'm tired, you understand? Tired!

Me: Mom I'm sorry if you...

She slaps me again. She rummages through the makeup bag in the bathroom and pulls out a pair of scissors.

Me: Mum what do you want to do with this, I say scared.... please mum, forgive me.

My mother: Go here!

She pulls my head and snips my hair, I scream but she hits me again and again. She takes her shoe and beats me properly, she cut my hair. She jumps on me and kicks me to death. I have wounds all over my body. She leaves me in the bathroom and leaves. I cry with all my might.

Me: Not my hair, I cried in tears. Mom....

My mother: You're not going to kill me, I promise you, I heard her shout in the bedroom before leaving.

KPA! she slams the door shut.

I curl up on myself and cry in the shower, I stand under the jet of water and the water runs all over my body. It's the same every time, my mother hits me to death but I can't stop. I love fucking and I can't stop. It's stronger than me.

My name is Victoria Bruner, I'm nineteen years old and I'm a 12th grade student. My favorite hobby is fucking, fucking, and fucking. Welcome to my world !

Continue Reading

You'll also like

Too Late: The Spare Daughter Escapes Him

Too Late: The Spare Daughter Escapes Him

SHANA GRAY
4.3

I died on a Tuesday. It wasn't a quick death. It was slow, cold, and meticulously planned by the man who called himself my father. I was twenty years old. He needed my kidney to save my sister. The spare part for the golden child. I remember the blinding lights of the operating theater, the sterile smell of betrayal, and the phantom pain of a surgeon's scalpel carving into my flesh while my screams echoed unheard. I remember looking through the observation glass and seeing him-my father, Giovanni Vitiello, the Don of the Chicago Outfit-watching me die with the same detached expression he used when signing a death warrant. He chose her. He always chose her. And then, I woke up. Not in heaven. Not in hell. But in my own bed, a year before my scheduled execution. My body was whole, unscarred. The timeline had reset, a glitch in the cruel matrix of my existence, giving me a second chance I never asked for. This time, when my father handed me a one-way ticket to London-an exile disguised as a severance package-I didn't cry. I didn't beg. My heart, once a bleeding wound, was now a block of ice. He didn't know he was talking to a ghost. He didn't know I had already lived through his ultimate betrayal. He also didn't know that six months ago, during the city's brutal territory wars, I was the one who saved his most valuable asset. In a secret safe house, I stitched up the wounds of a blinded soldier, a man whose life hung by a thread. He never saw my face. He only knew my voice, the scent of vanilla, and the steady touch of my hands. He called me Sette. Seven. For the seven stitches I put in his shoulder. That man was Dante Moretti. The Ruthless Capo. The man my sister, Isabella, is now set to marry. She stole my story. She claimed my actions, my voice, my scent. And Dante, the man who could spot a lie from a mile away, believed the beautiful deception because he wanted it to be true. He wanted the golden girl to be his savior, not the invisible sister who was only ever good for her spare parts. So I took the ticket. In my past life, I fought them, and they silenced me on an operating table. This time, I will let them have their perfect, gilded lie. I will go to London. I will disappear. I will let Seraphina Vitiello die on that plane. But I will not be a victim. This time, I will not be the lamb led to slaughter. This time, from the shadows of my exile, I will be the one holding the match. And I will wait, with the patience of the dead, to watch their entire world burn. Because a ghost has nothing to lose, and a queen of ashes has an empire to gain.

Chapters
Read Now
Download Book