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STORY 1 - NIGHTTIME WITH MY STEPBROTHER AND HIS FRIENDS (IV)
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2026-02-10 13:47:22They rotate through me like I’m a toy.
A fuck doll. A warm, wet hole for them to use and fill and share.
God, I love it.
Marcus goes second. I was right about the football player build – he’s big. Everywhere. His hands span my entire waist. His thighs are thick as tree trunks. And his cock...
When he pushes inside me, I feel every inch of the stretch.
“Jesus Christ,” he groans. “She’s still tight. Even with Jack’s load in her, she’s gripping me like a virgin.”
He fucks me slower than Jack. More deliberate. Each stroke is measured, controlled, like he’s savouring the feel of my cum-filled cunt wrapped around his cock. He watches my face while he does it – I can feel his eyes on me – looking for any twitch, any sign that I’m awake.
I give him nothing but my body.
“She’s beautiful,” he murmurs to the others. “Look at her face. So peaceful. She has no idea I’m balls deep inside her right now.”
“She’s taking you so well,” Tyler adds. “Like she was made for this.”
“She was.” Marcus’s thrusts get deeper. “Some girls are just... built to be fucked. Built to take cock. She’s one of them. She might be sleeping, but her body knows exactly what it wants.”
He’s right.
My body does know. Even in my fake sleep, my hips are tilting up slightly to meet his strokes. My walls are fluttering around him. My pussy is trying to pull him deeper, keep him there, make him fill me up the way Jack did.
Marcus finds an angle that makes my whole body light up.
Each stroke drags his cock across that spot inside me – the one I’ve touched with my own fingers but never felt like this – and I cum again before I can prepare for it.
Silent. Shaking. Clenching so hard around his cock that he curses and has to stop moving for a second.
“She came again,” he reports, voice strained. “Fuck, she just came all over my dick. Her pussy’s fucking fluttering.”
“How many is that?”
“Two. Three? I lost count.”
“Lucky bitch gets to cum in her sleep.”
Marcus doesn’t last much longer after that.
He buries himself deep – deeper than Jack got, I swear I can feel him in my stomach – and groans as he empties inside me. His cock pulses and throbs, pumping more cum into my already-flooded cunt, adding to the mess, marking me.
When he pulls out, I feel ruined.
Cum gushes from my pussy, so much of it, pooling on the sheets beneath me. I’m overflowing. Dripping. My thighs are coated with the evidence of what they’re doing to me.
“Holy shit,” someone breathes. “Look at her. She’s fucking leaking.”
“Don’t worry.” Tyler’s voice is closer now. Right between my legs. “I’ll clean her up.”
And then –
His mouth.
On my pussy.
Tyler leans down and licks me, his tongue sliding through the cum dripping from my hole, tasting Jack and Marcus while he eats me out.
I almost scream.
His tongue is soft and wet and skilled, flicking over my clit, pushing inside me to scoop out more cum, licking me clean while I lie there shaking and pretending to sleep.
“You’re disgusting,” Marcus laughs. “That’s our cum you’re eating.”
“I know.” Tyler doesn’t stop. “I don’t care. She tastes incredible.”
He eats me like I’m a dessert he’s been craving for years. Sucks on my clit. Tongue-fucks my hole. Makes obscene slurping sounds as he devours the cum leaking out of me.
I cum again.
On his tongue. In his mouth. Another silent, devastating orgasm that has me clenching and shaking and biting my pillow to keep from moaning.
“She came again,” Tyler reports, pulling back with a wet grin. “I felt it on my face.”
“How many is that now?”
“Four? Five?”
“Jesus. She’s gonna be sore tomorrow.”
Tyler positions himself between my legs. Unlike the others, he goes slow – impossibly slow – easing himself inside me inch by inch, giving my battered pussy time to adjust to yet another cock.
“She’s beautiful,” he whispers as he sinks deeper. “Look at her. Just lying there. Taking everything we give her. Like a perfect little fucktoy.”
He fucks me like he’s making love.
Slow and sweet and deep, his thumb finding my clit and rubbing gentle circles while his cock works in and out. He doesn’t pound me like Jack did, doesn’t take me like Marcus did. He worships me.
“I’ve wanted this for so long,” he confesses quietly, probably not meaning for anyone to hear. “Wanted her. Watched her all summer. Imagined exactly this.”
Me too, I think. I’ve imagined it too.
I cum three times on Tyler’s cock.
Each orgasm longer than the last, each one rolling through me in waves while he fucks me through it, keeps me balanced on the edge of too much and not enough.
When he finally cums, he leans down and presses his lips to my forehead.
“Thank you,” he whispers against my skin. “Thank you for this.”
You’re welcome, I think, still trembling. Now give me my stepbrother.
Ethan is last.
I feel him climb onto the bed. Feel the mattress shift as he positions himself between my spread, cum-soaked thighs. The others have moved aside, giving him space, watching their friend about to fuck his stepsister.
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DIRTY DREAMS STORY 61 - THE NEIGHBOR ON MY INSIDE (III)
Two fingers push back in while his mouth stays on my clit, and the combination undoes me faster than I’d like – under two minutes, because six months of arguing in doorways was foreplay and the first honest contact detonates everything that’s been stacking up since March.I cum against his mouth with my thigh locked over his shoulder and my hand fisted in his hair, and I’m loud enough that the downstairs neighbor is definitely awake now, and I don’t care, because for the first time in half a year I am making noise in this building on purpose.He stands up with his mouth and chin shining, looking obscenely pleased with himself.“Couch,” I say, pushing him backward by the chest.He goes down onto the cushions and I climb over him, and the springs make their specific squeak – the one I know, the one I’ve laid in the dark listening to while other women made sounds I pretended not to hear.There’s still fabric between us. I settle down onto the ridge of him through the joggers and grind, a
DIRTY DREAMS STORY 61 - THE NEIGHBOR ON MY INSIDE (II)
I shove past him.His apartment is mine flipped, and it’s disorienting to walk into a mirror of your own life that smells like somebody else’s soap. The speakers are two towers flanking the couch, big enough that I can see the air moving in front of them. I go for the power button with the specific fury of a woman who has not slept properly since February.He catches my wrist before I reach it.Not hard. His hand closes around my forearm and stops it, and that’s all. I turn and he’s right there, closer than he’s ever been, close enough that I can smell the sweat and the beer and something underneath both that is just him, and my body reads the proximity and floods before my brain files an objection.“Don’t touch my equipment,” he says, low.“Then turn it off yourself.”“No.”“You are the worst neighbor in this building. You’re loud, you’re selfish, you have never once considered that other people live here, and I have wanted to strangle you since March –”“And you’re standing in my ap
DIRTY DREAMS STORY 61 - THE NEIGHBOR ON MY INSIDE (I)
The note taped to my door reads: Your vacuum at 7 AM on a SATURDAY violates the Geneva Convention. – 5BI peel it off and put it in the kitchen drawer with the other eleven, which is a habit I’ve decided not to examine, and then I stand in my own hallway holding the drawer open like a woman consulting evidence in a trial that will never happen. Six months of this. Six months since Ethan in 5B moved into the unit that shares my bedroom wall and started treating a residential building like a venue.The wall is the whole problem. My headboard touches it. My pillow is maybe eight inches from whatever he’s doing over there, and what he’s doing over there at any given hour involves sub-bass, because he produces music for a living, or he claims to, and the production apparently requires a volume that walks my water glass across the nightstand in tiny increments until it commits suicide onto the floor.I’ve filed three complaints. The building manager told me the noise policy is “more of a gu
DIRTY DREAMS STORY 60 - THEIR WANTED VICTIM (IV)
The ropes come loose and get retied before I’ve finished turning, and then I’m face-down with my wrists still bound and my hips propped high on the pillow they’ve wedged under me. One of them enters from behind and the angle lets him reach further than anything has all night, his hips cracking against my ass on every stroke. The other kneels in front of my hooded face and finds my mouth through the opening in the fabric, and the upside-down angle opens my throat for him in a way that makes both of us make sounds.Face-down. Hooded. Bound at four points. One cock in me from behind and one in my mouth from the front, in a cabin I could not locate on a map, being worked over by men whose faces I have never seen.What happens next isn’t a series of orgasms so much as one long unbroken state I get stuck inside, because the stimulation never lets up long enough for me to come down. When one of them adjusts, the other compensates. When I clamp down in climax, the cock inside me drives harder
DIRTY DREAMS STORY 60 - THEIR WANTED VICTIM (III)
His mouth lands on me with no warning and no gentleness, lips sealing over my clit, tongue pushing into me, his whole face committed to the work like a man executing instructions he memorized on the drive up. My back comes off the mattress before I’ve registered what’s happening. The rope at my wrists catches me and my ankles strain against their ties and every one of those restraints holds exactly the way I paid for them to hold.He read the form. All four pages of it. He knows I asked to be consumed rather than courted, and he’s honoring the request with his hands clamped around my thighs hard enough that I’ll find the marks tomorrow, which is also on the form – page two, under the heading where I wrote that I wanted evidence afterward.The sound that comes out of me isn’t a word, because words aren’t permitted, but the sounds are, and what I’m producing is closer to something an animal makes than anything I’d recognize from my own throat. An hour of denial has left me so raw that t
DIRTY DREAMS STORY 60 - THEIR WANTED VICTIM (II)
My breathing is rapid. My nipples are hard against my sports bra. My pussy is throbbing.“You will not see our faces. The hood stays on unless we remove it. When we touch you, you will respond with your body, not your words. The only word you are allowed to speak is your safe word. Every other sound is permitted and encouraged.”A hand touches my throat. Gloved. The leather warm from his body heat. The fingers wrap around my neck – not squeezing, holding. Establishing dominion. His thumb rests on my pulse point and I know he can feel it hammering.“Your body is already responding,” he says. His thumb pressing my racing pulse. “Heart rate elevated. Skin flushed. Pupils – we can’t see those yet. But based on your intake form –” A pause. “– your pussy is soaked right now.”I nod. Involuntary. The honesty extracted by the scenario.“We’ll start with that.”His hands find the waistband of my leggings. Pulls them down – efficiently, the fabric peeling off my sweaty skin, down my thighs, my
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