Extreme Temptations Ignited
Craving that rush? Dive into Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6
Chapter 1: Rekindled Flames in the Rain
Rain hammered the windows of the old train station cafe like a thousand frantic fingers. Lara sipped her black coffee, steam curling up to fog her glasses, the bitter tang grounding her after the cross-country ride. She’d left her stale marriage in Seattle behind, chasing ghosts from her early twenties. Marcus. The name alone sent a shiver down her spine, unrelated to the damp chill seeping through the glass.
They’d met at a gritty warehouse job during college summers, both broke and buzzing with that raw, unspoken hunger of the young and restless. Stolen glances amid forklift beeps and the metallic stink of machinery. One brutal shift after, they’d fucked in the supply closet, his callused hands pinning her against oily shelves, her nails raking his back until he groaned like an animal. It ended when she headed west; he stayed, married some local girl named Riley, built a life in carpentry.
Now, Facebook had dragged him back into her orbit. Messages turned flirty, then filthy. Remember how you screamed my name? he’d typed. Her reply: Come make me do it again. They met twice already, in seedy motels off the highway, bodies slamming together with the ferocity of lost time. His cock thick and unyielding, stretching her until tears pricked her eyes, the slap of skin echoing off thin walls. Extreme hunger. That’s what it was.
Her phone buzzed. Marcus. “Riles knows about the messages. Freaked at first, but… she wants to talk. Meet at our cabin by the lake tomorrow night. 7pm. Don’t ghost.”
Lara’s heart pounded, pulse throbbing between her thighs. Poisoned chalice or twisted invitation? She packed a bag anyway—silky nothing of a dress, lube, toys she’d never dared unpack before. The drive up wound through misty pines, tires crunching gravel as the cabin loomed, lantern light flickering like a siren’s call.
Marcus opened the door, his broad frame filling it, sawdust still clinging to his flannel shirt. That scent—wood shavings, sweat, man—hit her like a drug. Riley hovered behind, auburn hair loose in waves, green eyes sharp as broken glass. Not the frumpy wife Lara imagined. Curvy, lips painted blood-red, in a sheer blouse that hinted at pierced nipples.
“Lara,” Riley purred, voice like velvet over gravel. She leaned in, cheek brushing cheek, lips grazing ear. “We’ve been expecting you. Come in from the storm.” 🔥
Chapter 2: Dinner of Dangerous Appetites
The cabin’s kitchen hummed with sizzle, venison steaks searing on the cast-iron, juices popping like gunfire. Lara perched on a stool, thighs slick under her dress from nerves and memory. Marcus poured whiskey—smooth burn down her throat, loosening knots. Riley moved like liquid sin, hips swaying as she plated food, her blouse gaping to flash creamy cleavage.
“Eat up,” Riley said, sliding a steak before Lara, fork piercing tender meat, blood pooling like shared secrets. Conversation danced light at first—weather, Lara’s divorce, Marcus’s shop. Then Riley’s foot nudged Lara’s calf under the table, deliberate, climbing higher until toes teased inner thigh.
“So, you two go way back,” Riley murmured, licking steak juice from her thumb with agonizing slowness. “Heard the stories. How he bent you over crates, fucked you raw till you begged.”
Lara choked on whiskey, heat flooding her face—and lower. Marcus shifted, bulge evident in his jeans. “Riley, babe—”
“Shut it,” she snapped, eyes locked on Lara. “This extreme slut comes sniffing around my man? I want details. How’s his cock feel after all these years?”
Lara’s pussy clenched. “Thick. Relentless. Makes me soak through sheets.”
Riley grinned, feral. Dessert was wild berries drowned in cream, fingers dipping in, offered mouth-to-mouth. Lara sucked Riley’s digit clean, tart burst exploding on tongue, the other woman’s gaze devouring her. Post-meal, Riley dragged her to the deck overlooking the black lake, wind whipping hair, chill pebbling skin.
“Strip,” Riley commanded. Lara hesitated; Marcus watched from the door, stroking himself through denim. Outer layers fell away—dress pooling at ankles, leaving lace bra and thong exposed to the elements. Riley circled, nails trailing ribs, pinching nipples until Lara whimpered.
“You’re mine tonight,” Riley breathed, shoving Lara against railing, mouth claiming hers in a bruising kiss. Tongues battled, teeth nipping, the taste of whiskey and berries mingling. Fingers plunged into Lara’s thong, finding her drenched folds, curling ruthless inside.
“Fuck, you’re gushing,” Riley growled. Two fingers became three, stretching, pumping with wet squelches audible over waves lapping shore. Lara bucked, orgasm ripping extreme waves through her, squirting onto deck boards as stars burst behind eyes.
Marcus groaned from shadows. Riley pulled back, lips glistening. “Bedroom. Now.” 💋
Chapter 3: Midnight Surrender
Fire crackled in the stone hearth, casting flickering shadows on log walls as they tumbled into the king bed. Scent of pine resin heavy, mingling with musk of arousal. Riley yanked Lara’s bra free, full tits bouncing, nipples diamond-hard. Marcus shed clothes, cock springing heavy and veined, pre-cum beading tip.
“Suck him while I taste you,” Riley ordered, shoving Lara onto all fours. Marcus gripped her hair—dark waves now tangled—thrusting past lips into throat. Gagging, saliva drooling, she hollowed cheeks, tongue swirling ridges as he face-fucked her sloppy.
Riley dove between Lara’s thighs from behind, ass high, pussy exposed. Hot breath first, then flat tongue lapping from clit to asshole, circling pucker teasingly. “Ever had your cunt and ass eaten like this?” Riley mumbled, vibrations humming through flesh.
Lara moaned around cock, hips grinding back. Tongue speared her hole, fucking in shallow, then withdrew slick for rim—probing, insistent. Fingers joined, two in pussy, thumb in ass, scissoring extremes of pleasure that had Lara seizing, juices flooding Riley’s chin.
Marcus pulled out, strings of spit connecting. “My turn in her mouth.” They flipped: Lara straddled Riley’s face, grinding on eager tongue while deepthroating Marcus reverse. Riley’s hands kneaded ass cheeks, spreading for better access, a finger slipping into tight ring.
“Relax, slut,” she gasped between licks. “Gonna wreck both holes.” Lara came again, extreme convulsions milking Riley’s intrusions as Marcus flooded her throat with hot spurts—salty, thick, forcing swallows.
They collapsed in a heap, bodies slick with sweat and fluids, heartbeats syncing to the fire’s pop. But Riley wasn’t done. She fetched a strap-on from nightstand drawer—black, girthy, ridged monster. “Ever taken extreme silicone?”
Lara shook head. Riley lubed it generously, scent sharp and clinical, positioning Lara doggy again. Marcus watched, stroking renewed erection. The head breached, inch by burning inch, until hips met ass with lewd slap. Riley pounded merciless, tits swinging, nails digging flanks.
“Fuck my ass later,” Lara begged, voice wrecked. Riley laughed, slamming harder, free hand fisting Lara’s clit until another gush soaked thighs.
Chapter 4: Lakeside Reckoning
Dawn painted the lake gold as they stumbled out naked, towels forgotten. Chilly water lapped calves, nipples peaking in breeze carrying fishy tang and wildflowers. New scene: skinny-dip turned frenzy. Marcus chased Lara into shallows, tackling her laughing into waves, cock sliding home missionary style, water splashing rhythmic.
Riley waded in, straddling Lara’s face mid-thrust. “Lick while he breeds you.” Tongue delved folds, clit sucked swollen, Riley grinding desperate as Marcus hammered deep, balls slapping wet skin. Sun warmed backs; cries echoed across empty water. They peaked together—Marcus pumping cum inside, Lara squirting around him, Riley drenching face.
Back inside, breakfast devolved: pancakes forgotten on stove as Riley bent Lara over table, tongue rimming while Marcus fucked Riley from behind. Chain reaction moans, syrup sticky on skin. “This extreme pussy of yours,” Marcus grunted, withdrawing to paint Riley’s ass white.
Afternoon hike added thrill. Forest trail tight with ferns brushing naked legs, thorns nicking. They paused at a clearing; Riley tied Lara’s hands overhead to a branch with her own thong, whipping tits lightly with switches. Red welts bloomed, pain blooming to ecstasy as Marcus ate her out suspended, Riley fisting herself watching.
Evenings blurred into orgy marathons. Toys escalated: double-dildos stuffing both holes, vibrators buzzing clits raw. Marcus took Lara’s ass first time—prep with plugs, lube dripping cold. Burn stretched to bliss, her screams muffled by Riley’s cunt. “Take it all, you whore,” Riley hissed, pinching nipples bloody-knuckled.
Weeks spun: rotations at Lara’s downtown loft, glass walls fogging with steam. Neighbors likely heard the filth—Fuck my married cock! Marcus bellowed while double-penetrating Riley with a vibe. Lara scissored Riley, clits grinding slippery, fingers knuckles-deep in asses.
But Riley’s curiosity soured. “Enough games,” she declared one night, post-orgasm glow fading. “No more. Marcus is mine.” She packed, left Lara curled alone, pussy throbbing emptily.
Chapter 5: Forbidden Sneak
Desperation clawed. Lara and Marcus met covertly: construction site after dark, sawdust floor abrading knees as she rode him reverse cowgirl, ass bouncing hypnotic. Burner phones buzzed code: Site. Midnight.
“This extreme risk,” Lara panted, clenching around him. He slapped ass crimson, thrusting brutal. Cum leaked down thighs as they parted, guilty highs fading to paranoia.
Riley cornered Lara at a beachside bar new to the tale—salt air whipping, waves crashing like accusations. Martini glasses clinked. “He’s slipping again, isn’t he?” Riley’s eyes bored holes.
Lara denied, lips on chilled rim tasting olives briny. But inside, turmoil churned. They parted uneasy allies, hug lingering too intimate, nipples hardening through fabrics.
One last blowout: abandoned boathouse by the lake, new conflict igniting. Marcus fucked Lara against splintered walls, her legs wrapped tight, when Riley burst in—fury twisting pretty features. “You filthy pair!”
Twist: rage flipped to lust. Riley stripped, joining feral. “If I can’t stop it, I’ll own it.” Threesome extreme—Marcus in ass, Riley strap-on in pussy, double-stuffed screaming. Lara’s orgasm shattered boards, squirting arcs hitting water outside.
Dialogue crude: “Pound her shithole, baby!” Riley yelled, slapping Lara’s tits swinging. “Gape her wide!” Marcus obliged, pulling out to show wrecked rosebud pulsing.
Cleanup frantic, promises whispered. Riley claimed control: “My rules now. Weekly. Or I end you both.”
Chapter 6: Eternal Cravings
Routine locked: cabin weekends warped ritual. Sensory overload—blindfolds silk-soft veiling sight, heightening touch of feathers to floggers. Smells layered: leather harnesses, pussy nectar, cum drying crusty.
New peak: suspension from cabin beams, Lara winched high, legs splayed. Marcus fucked throat upside-down, balls on chin, while Riley wielded a massive dildo, fisting it into cunt with twists. Gurgles, squelches, pleas: “More… destroy me!”
Extreme finale brewed storm. Lightning cracked as they chained Lara spread-eagle on deck, rain lashing like whips. Marcus and Riley tag-teamed holes, switching seamless—cock to ass, strap to mouth. Thunder masked screams; lightning illuminated bodies arched in torment-bliss.
Orgasms chained endless: Lara squirted rainbows into puddle, body convulsing, voice hoarse. Marcus erupted across tits, Riley grinding to completion on thigh.
Dawn broke misty. Entwined on soaked quilts, breaths ragged. “This fire… it consumes,” Lara whispered. Riley smirked, tracing welts. “And we’ll burn forever.”
No endings. Just cycles of savage want, pulling them deeper into the abyss. The lake whispered secrets, waves carrying echoes of flesh on flesh, unbreakable bonds forged in extremity.
