My Life in a Sex Cult: Chapter One

Gemini always wanted what her folks had back in the sixties. Then she met Sage in the park. One look at the long-haired drifter and she knew he had something she’d been missing. He talked about peace. About love. About a place where nobody judged. She followed him home without a second thought. His family waited inside. Two women, one dark hair, one blonde, both stacked. They sized her up, then nodded. Good enough. Sage pulled her close and kissed her hard. That kiss lit the match. Shirts hit the floor. Jeans followed. Hands roamed without asking permission. Gemini dropped to her knees first, lips parting around Sage’s cock. The others took turns, trading spit and moans, sucking him deep while he watched with hooded eyes. Tits pressed against thighs. Asses curved in tight arcs. No rules left in the room, only heat and the wet sounds of mouths working overtime. This was just the beginning.