LOGINSamantha woke to the feel of warm lips trailing down her stomach, and the sheets pulled back exposing her naked body to the cool morning air. Elena's dark hair tickled her skin as she settled between her legs, her hot breath fanning against her inner thighs.
The room was lit by the sunlight filtering through the curtains. Elena's tongue flicked out, parting Samantha's folds, and she moaned loudly, her hands gripping the pillow beneath her head.
Elena's mouth was her soft folds now, her tongue lapping at Samantha's clit in firm strokes, the wetness from her saliva mixing with Samantha's growing arousal. The slurping sounds filled the quiet room.
"Oh fuck, Elena," she whimpered, her hips bucking up involuntarily.
Elena's hands held her thighs apart, fingers digging into the soft flesh, the slight ache adding to the intensity. Samantha focused on the heat building in her core, the way Elena's tongue circled her clit before dipping lower to thrust inside her.
Just as the pressure coiled tighter, the door swung open without a knock. Samantha's eyes snapped open, her body freezing mid-arch.
By the door way, stood Jake, her stepbrother, in nothing but boxer shorts, his muscular chest rising and falling as he stared. His short brown hair was tousled from sleep, and his blue eyes widened at the sight of Elena buried between Samantha's legs, her ass up in the air as she worked. Samantha's face flushed hot, a mix of shock and embarrassment flooding her.
"Jake! What the.. oh,” she moaned as Elena’s tongue continued moving around her clit.
“Get out!" she screamed.
But Jake didn't move. Instead, his gaze darkened, and he stepped inside, closing the door behind him. His boxers tented noticeably, the outline of his hardening cock pressing against the fabric. Elena lifted her head, her chin glistening with Samantha's juices, and she smirked. "Morning, Jake. Come to join?"
Samantha tried to sit up, pulling the sheet over herself, but Elena's hand on her thigh stopped her.
"He's my stepbrother! This is crazy, we can't.." she tried to protest.
Elena chuckled, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. "You're not related by blood, remember? Just step-siblings. There is no harm." She glanced hungrily at Jake, who was already peeling off his boxers, his cock springing free, thick and veined, the head already leaking pre-cum. Samantha's protest died in her throat as she stared, a forbidden thrill mixing with her arousal.
Jake approached the bed, his voice rough. "I've been dreaming of this since the day I met you, Sam. Watching you walk around the house, imagining what you'd feel like." He confessed.
He climbed onto the mattress, his knee sinking into the soft surface beside Samantha's head. Elena resumed her position, her tongue diving back in, making Samantha moan despite herself.
Jake leaned down, capturing Samantha's lips in a kiss, his tongue invading her mouth with the taste of mint toothpaste. His hand cupped her breast, thumb rubbing her nipple until it pebbled. Samantha's body betrayed her, arching into his touch as Elena sucked harder on her clit. The dual sensations overwhelmed her. She came hard, her cries muffled against Jake's mouth, her thighs shaking around Elena's head, wetness gushing out of her pussy.
Panting, Samantha pulled back. "This is insane... but don't stop."
Elena grinned, sitting up revealing her full breasts and trimmed bush. Jake positioned himself behind Elena, his hands on her hips as he rubbed his cock against her ass.
"Let's make this a proper welcome," he said.
They started with Elena on her back, Samantha straddling her face while Jake knelt between Elena's legs. Samantha lowered herself onto Elena's waiting mouth, her tongue immediately lapping at her oversensitive clit.
The vibration of Elena's moans hummed against Samantha as Jake thrust into her, his cock sliding in with a wet sound. Samantha watched, mesmerized, as Jake's muscles flexed with each pump, his balls slapping against Elena's skin.
Samantha ground down, her hands bracing on the headboard, feeling Elena's nose press into her mound. Jake reached forward, pinching Samantha's nipples, pulling her into a kiss over Elena's body. His lips were demanding, tasting of salt from his sweat. Samantha's second orgasm built quickly, the friction of Elena's tongue and the sight of Jake fucking her pushing her over.
She cried out, grinding harder, her juices dripping down Elena's chin.
They switched, now Samantha on her back, legs spread wide. Elena climbed over her in a 69 position, her pussy hovering above Samantha's face while her mouth descended again.
Jake positioned himself behind Elena, but this time he aimed for Samantha, his cock sliding into her wet heat as Elena licked around where they joined. Samantha gasped at the stretch, Jake's thickness filling her completely, the veins rubbing her walls. Elena's tongue flicked her clit, then J
ake's shaft as he pulled out and thrust back in.
Marcus pulled his fingers out of Sophia, and she was dripping and open. He hiked her skirt fully up around her waist so nothing blocked him, then he grabbed the thin fabric of her panties, already pushed down to her knees, and ripped them aside with one hard tug. The material tore. He freed his cock, still slick from her mouth, and lined up behind her.He thrust into her in one deep stroke. The thick head stretched her open and the full length slammed home, and Sophia’s body jerked forward. A sharp cry left her mouth before she pressed her arm against it. She was tight and soaked, and the heat of her cunt wrapped around him completely. Marcus held still for one second, buried to the base, feeling her walls clench and flutter.Then he started to move, hard and deep. His hips snapped forward with force, and each thrust drove into her fully. The wet sound of it filled the aisle while skin slapped against skin. Sophia’s full breasts bounced hard with every stroke. They hung free under her
Marcus kept the head of his cock resting on Sophia’s tongue. “Open wider,” he said. “Take me in. Slow. Look up at me the whole time.”Sophia parted her lips further, and Marcus guided himself deeper with one hand on the back of her head. The thick shaft slid over her tongue, and she felt the heat and weight of him fill her mouth while her lips stretched around him. She looked up through her glasses, and her eyes stayed on his face.“Good,” Marcus said. “Deeper. Use your tongue under me. Slow.”He pushed another inch, and Sophia’s throat tightened while she breathed through her nose. Saliva gathered quickly and began to spill from the corners of her mouth, then ran down her chin in a thin line and dripped onto the carpet. Her curvy body trembled, and her heavy breasts shifted with each careful movement while the silk around her wrists pressed against his thighs as her fingers flexed.Marcus held her head steady. “That’s how I like it. Slow. Deep. Eyes on me. Don’t look away.”He bega
Marcus stood close in the narrow aisle between the tall shelves, and his voice was low and steady as he looked at her. “I’ve thought about this for a long time,” he said. “Having you here after hours. Making you stay quiet while I tell you exactly what I want. I want to bind your wrists so you can’t push me away. I want to open your clothes slow and look at every part of you. I want to feel how wet you get when I order you to spread your legs. I want to hear you say you’re mine to use in this library, on your knees, with your mouth open for me. I’ve pictured bending you over a table and taking you while you try not to make noise. I’ve imagined holding your hair and fucking your throat until your eyes water behind those glasses. All of it controlled. All of it because you want it too.”Sophia’s breath came short, and her hands trembled at her sides while heat rose in her face and chest. She swallowed and forced the words out. “I’ve had thoughts like that for years. Secret ones. About
The library was nearly empty and the lights had been dimmed for closing. Sophia stood in the narrow aisle of the history section, her arms raised as she slid an old book back into place on the top shelf, and her modest white blouse stretched across her full breasts with the movement while the top button strained just a little. The black pencil skirt hugged her wide hips and thick thighs, ending just below her knees, and her red hair was pulled into a neat bun while her black-rimmed glasses sat on her nose. At thirty-five, she looked every bit the quiet librarian, but the curve of her ass and the soft swell of her chest made the modest outfit still draw eyes. It was past nine, and everyone else had left. She stayed late to reorganize this section like she often did when she needed quiet. Heavy footsteps sounded at the end of the aisle, and then Sophia turned her head. Marcus stood there, broad-shouldered and tall, wearing a dark button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up over his
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