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

They 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.