STORY 1 - NIGHTTIME WITH MY STEPBROTHER AND HIS FRIENDS (III)

I’ve never been more turned on in my life. He pushes in. Slowly. Carefully. Inch by agonizing inch, splitting me open on a c**k that’s bigger than I expected, thicker than my fingers, stretching me in ways I’ve needed for months – years – my whole life. I feel everything. The ridge of his head dragging against my walls. The veins along his shaft. The heat of him, the hardness, the pulsing throb that tells me he’s as desperate as I am. Jack is taking his time, watching my face for any sign of consciousness, any indication that I’m about to scream or fight or wake up. I give him nothing. Just lie there, limp and pliable, my cunt stretching around his c**k, my body accepting him like it was made for this. He bottoms out. I feel his balls press against my ass. Feel him buried to the hilt inside me, filling me completely, his c**k touching places nothing has ever touched before. "f**k,” he breathes, and his voice cracks on the word. “f**k, she’s so tight. So wet. So... so f*****g good. This is insane. This is actually insane.” “Does she feel good?” “She feels like heaven.” He pulls back slightly, pushes in again, testing. “Like her p***y was made specifically for my c**k. Like she’s been waiting for me.” I have, I think. I have been waiting. For you. For all of you. He starts to move. Slow, gentle strokes at first. Careful not to jostle me too much, not to make the bed creak, not to do anything that might wake the supposedly sleeping girl beneath him. But the friction is incredible. Every drag of his c**k against my walls sends sparks up my spine. Every time he pushes deep, I feel it in my stomach. My cunt is gripping him like a fist, milking him, pulling him deeper, and I can tell from his stuttering breath that he feels it too. “Watch her face,” Ethan whispers from somewhere nearby. “Make sure she stays asleep.” I keep my expression blank. Peaceful. The face of a girl in deep, dreamless sleep. But inside, I’m screaming. Jack’s thrusts get longer. Deeper. More urgent. He’s found a rhythm now, f*****g me with purpose, his hands gripping my hips to hold me in place while he uses my unconscious body for his pleasure. “She’s so f*****g tight,” he pants. “Even after – even while I’m – Jesus, she’s gripping me. Like she wants it. Like her body knows what’s happening even if she doesn’t.” “Maybe she does know,” Tyler says quietly. “Maybe she’s dreaming about it.” “About us?” “About being f****d. About being filled. About exactly what you’re doing to her right now.” The thought makes Jack groan. He f***s me harder, abandoning caution, his c**k slamming into me with enough force to make my t**s bounce beneath my sleep shirt. I’m going to c*m. I can feel it building – a silent orgasm coiling in my core, winding tighter with every thrust, threatening to explode. I’ve never c*m without making a sound. Never c*m with someone else inside me. Don’t know if I can do both at once. “f**k her harder,” someone whispers. “She’s not waking up. f**k her like you mean it.” Jack obeys. His thrusts become brutal. Punishing. He’s pounding into my sleeping body like he’s trying to break me, like he’s been fantasizing about exactly this – exactly me – for longer than he should admit. The bed is creaking now. The headboard is tapping against the wall. Anyone awake would know exactly what’s happening in here. I don’t care. I c*m. Silent. Devastating. My whole body clenches around his c**k while I bite the inside of my cheek bloody to keep from screaming. Waves of pleasure crash through me, one after another after another, and I’m cumming harder than I ever have before, cumming on a c**k for the first time in my life, cumming while pretending to be asleep. “She’s – ” Jack chokes. “She’s clenching. f**k, she’s clenching so hard – her p***y is f*****g strangling me – ” “She’s cumming,” Tyler breathes with something like awe. “Holy s**t. She’s cumming in her sleep.” “That’s so f*****g hot,” Marcus adds. “She doesn’t even know it’s happening. She’s just... cumming on his c**k. While she sleeps.” "I can’t – " Jack slams deep and holds. I feel it. The pulse of his c**k inside me, swelling, throbbing. The sudden heat flooding my cunt as he cums, spurt after spurt after spurt, filling me with his seed while I pretend to sleep through my own breeding. He keeps cumming. More than I expected. Warm and thick, painting my insides, claiming me in the most primal way possible. I can feel it pooling inside me, filling me up, and my p***y clenches again, milking out every drop. “Did you just – ” Ethan sounds shocked. Maybe jealous. “Did you just c*m inside her?” “I couldn’t help it.” Jack pulls out slowly, and I feel the obscene gush of his release leaking out of me, dripping down to stain my childhood sheets. “She was cumming on my c**k. Her p***y was f*****g milking me. I couldn’t – ” “Move.” Marcus’s voice is rough with need. “My turn.”