Fucked By My Stepbrother And His GF (9)
~ Cassie ~
I can’t believe what I’m hearing. I never imagined my body could betray me like this. Heat coils so tight inside me I feel like I’ll break apart, yet here I am trembling and denied at the edge. Again.
“W-what?” I whimper. “I—I’m… I can’t—I’m so close…”
Inker smirks, unbothered by my pleading. “Exactly, Cassie. That’s why I want you to earn it.“ She releases me from the headboard, freeing my wrists with deliberate slowness. “Get up.”
I stare at her mouth open, disbelief burning in my chest. “E-earn it?”
“Yes,” she replies, her smile sly as if she’s orchestrated this from the start. Her finger drags down Stan’s shoulder. “Show him how much you want him.”
Before I can protest further, she guides me forward and suddenly I’m kneeling in front of Stan. My heart races. I’ve never been involved in a threesome before.
I stare at him unsure where to put my hands or how to act, then Inker’s voice cuts through my panic.
“Your hands, Cassie. Use them,” she instructs, her tone dripping with command. “Taste him. Make him moan for you.”
I swallow hard and glance at his huge cock, precum glistening at the top. The sight of him is both thrilling and terrifying.
I lean forward, lips parting as I take him into my mouth. He’s warm, hard, impossibly thick, and the sensation makes my knees wobble.
I close my eyes, letting myself get lost in it even as panic prickles at the back of my mind.
This is so wrong… and yet, so right.
A deep groan escapes from him and I feel his hands on my shoulders steadying me. One hand drifts lower and grips my breasts. I gasp as he cups me roughly, teasing, pinching. His touch sending jolts of heat through my entire body.
I look up just in time to see Inker leaning forward, lips grazing the underside of Stan’s cock, her tongue swirling around his balls. He groans again, louder this time, almost arching against her mouth.
The sight and feel of both of them so close is so intimate and overwhelming.
Inker takes my hand and pushes it between her thighs. My palm presses against her pussy and she shivers, a low moan slipping out. Her other hand reach for my free breast, squeezing and pinching my nipples roughly before going down to my cunt.
“Good girl,” she whispers. “Feel it, Cassie. This is what it means to be wanted… to give and take pleasure in ways you never imagined.”
I moan around him, part of me panicked, the other part dizzy with desire. I’m sucking him, touching her, feeling them touch me... the sensation is wild.
“F-fuck…” I whisper, voice trembling, breath hitching. “This is…”
“Shh….” Inker hums.
“Fuck!” Stan’s hips twitch as he presses down slightly, the heat of him against my tongue sending a shockwave through my core. My mouth works around him, sucking harder. My tongue trace veins I never noticed before.
My senses are flooded with lust, confusion and an aching, craving need I never knew existed.
“You’re doing so well, Cassie,” Inker murmurs. “Keep going. Show him. Show yourself.”
My cheeks burn, my breaths come in shuddering pants.
God, if anyone knew… if Mom finds out… I’d never survive the shame. I should be sick with guilt, I should push him away. But instead I’m opening wider, begging silently for the very thing that should damn me.
What the hell is wrong with me?
“Fuck… Cass,” Stan rasps. “You suck so good… oh yea, just like that…”
A broken whimper vibrates in my throat as I take him deeper, a fever spreading through my veins until I can’t tell where need ends and panic begins.
“God, you’re so warm,” he says, then his tone sharpens. “Don’t think about pulling away. You’re mine. You hear me? Mine.”
I obey, letting myself drown in the sound and feel of him. He thrusts into my mouth hard, holding my head in place and I gag on him. Saliva drips down my chin, my eyes watering.
Suddenly he lifts me effortlessly from where I’m kneeling, my legs dangling for a heartbeat before he pins me to the wall. My body trembles, his chest pressed hard against my back, one hand raising my leg and cock straining at my entrance.
I freeze, breath caught.
“Beg for it, Cassie,” Inker whispers from below, her lips brushing my thigh and taunting me while her fingers tease my slick folds. “Let him hear how badly you need it.”
Shame and hunger tangle inside me. I can’t believe what’s about to happen.
“Please…” The word cracks out of me, desperate and raw.
Stan grunts against my neck, deep and rough. “That’s all I needed.” He pushes in slow but hard, stretching me full.
My cry muffles against the wall as he pounds into me with power and precision.
From beneath I feel Inker’s tongue flick against my clit, driving me wild. My back arches instinctively and I whimper as pleasure and overstimulation collide.
“Fuck… Cass, you feel so good,” Stan growls, voice thick with possession. “You don’t even know what you’re doing to me, do you? Your tight cunt is driving me insane.”
My hands clench, nails digging into my palms as I try to balance between the shock, fear, and the unimaginable pleasure coursing through me.
“Mmm… look at you, Cassie. So messy, so eager. You’re learning how sweet it feels to give in.” Inker murmurs, her breathe fanning my pussy. “You’ve never felt anything like this, have you, Cassie?”
I can’t answer. I’m drowning in sensation.
My stepbrother’s cock splitting me open while his girlfriend licks my clit… if I even thought it out loud, I’d be damned. But I can't stop. I don't even want to.
“Fuck… oh God… I’m going to—” I start to sob, the words choking off as waves of pleasure start building too fast.
“Not yet,” Inker whispers, steadying my shaking body, her tongue still teasing, her hands guiding and keeping me right on the edge. “Take it… feel it… earn it…”
Stan groans, pressing harder into me, each thrust pushing me closer, each flick of Inker’s tongue driving me mad.
“Oh… God… yes… yes… oh fuck!” I cry out, my entire body trembling as I teeter on the brink, suspended between torment and ecstasy.
“Fuck… oh God…” Stan chokes, hips snapping into mine. “Cassie…”
I moan, heat spiraling uncontrollably, my nails scraping the wall as pleasure coils tighter.
“God… Cassie, you feel incredible…” Stan rasps again, his hips relentless, pounding into me while Inker’s mouth alternates between my clit and his balls beneath. Her lips make him snarl, a sound that makes me shiver as my body hums with need.
“Oh… God… yes… yes… please…” I whimper, my body threatening to shatter.
“Hold it in, pretty,” Inker whispers, her hands pulling mine to her body, making me touch, her voice velvet and commanding. “Don't be greedy."
I can’t hold back any longer. My body arches, muscles trembling as a sharp, guttural cry escape me and my orgasm rips through me. Heat, pleasure, and overstimulation crash over every nerve.
My knees weaken, my head drops and my cries mix with Stan’s growls and Inker’s moans beneath me.
Stan’s hands clutch my waist and breasts as he continues, groaning at the feel of me… the tightness of my body, the way I’m trembling under him.
Inker’s lips work expertly. Flicking. Sucking. Teasing. Making him grunt even louder.
“Fuck… Inker… you’re amazing… and she… she’s so… tight…” he choke out, voice rough with need.
Inker releases my hand, lips curling in a triumphant smirk. “Good girl… now it’s my turn.”
She pulls Stan to the bed, straddling him and rocking slowly. My eyes can’t look away, my body still trembling from my high as I watch them. She guides him into her, whimpering and grinding down on him, hands clutching his chest and shoulders.
“Come on, Cassie,” she calls softly, her voice teasing. “Make yourself useful.”
I move closer and tentatively reach for her breasts as she rides him. My other hand reach between her thighs, my fingers circling her clit. She cries at my touch, rocking harder on Stan’s cock, her head tipping back in bliss.
Stan groans loudly, eyes half-open, his hands gripping Inker’s hips and pulling her down. Inker leans forward, brushing her lips against his shoulder, panting, her body riding him with practiced precision.
“God…” Stans’s eyes roll back as Inker’s movements push him higher.
I feel every tremor, gasp, and moan. My fingers squeeze Inker’s breasts while my own clit throbs, my body still buzzing with leftover pleasure.
Finally, Inker cries out, her whole body shaking as she grinds down on him, pulling him deeper inside. Their climax crash together in a tangle of moans, gasps, and the hot press of skin. Stan jerks hard, spilling into her before falling back on the bed with her still straddling him.
I drop to my knees beside them, chest heaving from the intensity of what I’ve just witnessed and taken part in. Inker leans back, sweaty and satisfied, that wicked smirk fixed on me.
“See?” she murmurs, voice low and throaty. “This is what it means to play… to give… and to take. Tell me—how does it feel to taste the forbidden?”