All Chapters of Stepfamily Stories: Chapter 331 - Chapter 340

I was already on my knees in the living room when Marcus texted that he was twenty minutes out.The house was dim, just the lamp by the couch. Adrian stood in front of me, jeans open, cock thick and hard against my lips. He had spent the entire day keeping me full—waking me with it, bending me over the kitchen table at noon, fucking me against the shower wall until the water ran cold, then again on the dock while the sun dropped. Now my dress was gone. My thighs were sticky. Cum from the last load was still leaking out of me onto the rug. He rubbed the head of his cock across my mouth, smearing pre-cum, then pushed in slow until I gagged.“Open wider,” he said. One hand settled in my hair. “He wants to see you relaxed. You’re going to look relaxed with my cock down your throat when he walks in.”My phone buzzed on the coffee table. Adrian picked it up without pulling out, angled it so I could see the screen, and kept fucking my mouth in steady thrusts. Spit ran down my chin.Ten minut

Brooke didn’t knock the second night.I heard the key Malik had given her turn in the lock at 7:58. I was already on the couch again, naked this time, legs open the way she’d told me to wait. Malik sat in the armchair across from me, cock out, stroking slow while he watched the shine between my thighs. We hadn’t touched each other all day. He’d said he wanted me desperate. It had worked. My clit was swollen. Every shift of my hips left a wet spot on the cushion.Brooke stepped inside, locked the door, and set a small black bag on the coffee table. She was in the same style of dress, tighter. Her eyes moved over me, then to Malik.“Good,” she said. “You listened.”She crossed the room, pushed my knees wider, and ran two fingers through me without warning. They came away soaked. She pushed them into my mouth. “Taste how badly you needed this.” I sucked them clean. She unzipped the bag and pulled out a thick, realistic dildo—flesh-toned, heavy. “This first. Then both of us.”She knelt, r

Brooke opened the door at 7:01 already naked.Her apartment was smaller than ours, warm, one lamp on in the bedroom. She didn’t speak. She took the bag with the toy from my hand, set it on the dresser, and looked at both of us. Malik’s hand hovered near my lower back and dropped when she shook her head.“Clothes off. Both of you. Then Aisha on the bed. Hands and knees.”We stripped. I climbed onto the mattress, knees spread, chest down. The sheets smelled like her. Brooke moved behind me, ran two fingers through my cunt, and pushed them in slow. I was soaked. She fucked me with them for a moment, then reached for the toy, slicked it with her mouth, and worked it into me inch by inch until the base sat flush. The stretch was deep and constant. She turned it on. The low buzz made my thighs shake.“Malik,” she said. “Behind her. Don’t push in yet.”He knelt. She guided his cock so the head rested against me, just below the toy, then nodded. He pushed in alongside it. The fullness was imm

I told myself it was just a fantasy when I filled out the form.The club’s site was buried three layers deep—anonymous, invitation-style, the kind of place that promised one night, three men, no names, no repeats. I’d been touching myself to the idea of being used by more than one man for months. What I never put in the application was that the faces I pictured always belonged to the same three people: Marcus, Adrian, and Cole. My father’s best friends. The brothers who had been in and out of our house since I was a teenager. Marcus with his low voice and steady hands. Adrian who looked at me a second too long whenever I wore anything tight. Cole, younger, sharper, the one who used to ruffle my hair and call me “kid” until the day he stopped.I knew it was stupid. Forbidden. The kind of thing that would detonate everything if it ever left my head. So I applied anyway, checked the box for “no limits,” and uploaded the required photos. Two weeks later the golden ticket arrived in an unm

Marcus didn’t let me answer the text.He pulled his fingers free, hauled me off the bench, and bent me over it again so my chest was flat against the padding and my ass was in the air. Cum from the last round was still leaking down my thighs. Adrian moved behind me, shoved into my cunt with one hard thrust, and started fucking me deep and steady while Cole fed his cock back into my mouth. The wet sounds were immediate and filthy. Marcus stood to the side, stroking himself, watching his brothers use me.“Answer him after,” Marcus said. “Right now you’re busy.”Adrian’s hips snapped harder. Every stroke rocked me forward onto Cole. Spit ran down my chin and onto the bench. Marcus reached under and rubbed my clit in tight circles until I came, clenching around Adrian, gushing, muffled sobs around Cole’s cock. Adrian groaned, buried himself, and added another load. He pulled out slowly so it spilled out of me. Cole switched places with him without warning, pushing into my soaked cunt whil