My Sister’s Friend Took My Cock at Her Sleepover

This was Sarah’s first sleepover at Ashley’s, and she fell asleep first. She didn’t know about the gang’s favorite prank, taking photos of the first girl to fall asleep and making it look like we’d had sex. I lay there on the floor in the dark living room with the other girls scattered around in sleeping bags, my heart hammering as I realized what was coming. The air smelled like popcorn and cheap body spray, and my cock was already half hard from the idea of getting caught like this.

The thought of letting this group of girls see my cock made me tense up. My cock pushed harder into the sleeping Sarah’s butt crack. She pushed back. I pulled away in shock, then remembered the girls trying to see my cock, so I rocked back. This time my cock slipped between her legs. Her thighs tensed and squeezed it. Heat flooded through me, and I felt every inch of her soft skin pressing close, the faint scent of her shampoo mixing with the room’s warmth.

Prank Turns Real

“We should film you humping her like this,” Megan said. Her voice cut through the quiet, and I felt my face burn while my dick throbbed between Sarah’s legs. The carpet scratched my knees, and I could hear the other girls shifting closer, their breathing getting heavier as they watched.

“What?” one of the girls said. The words hung there, and I stayed still, waiting for someone to laugh or tell me to stop before things went too far.

“Not fucking her. Just rocking his hips. Pretending to.” Megan’s suggestion landed like a dare, and my pulse kicked up another notch. Sarah’s body stayed relaxed against mine, her butt still warm where it had pressed back.

“I don’t know,” I said. My voice came out rough, but the girls were already egging me on, and the pressure of Sarah’s thighs kept me hard as hell.

A hand squeezed the arm I had draped across the girl. I pushed my hips into her. She pushed back. The motion sent a jolt straight through my cock, and I bit back a groan while the room stayed dead silent except for our breathing.

“Okay, I guess,” I said. I started moving, slow at first, feeling the slick warmth build between us as Sarah’s body responded even in sleep.

Her thighs tensed again. I rocked my hips back, then forward. “Action,” my sister said. Ashley’s voice carried that familiar mix of mischief and command, and I kept going, each thrust rubbing my shaft along Sarah’s wet lips.

As I moved forward I felt my cock rub against something warm and wet. A quiet sigh slipped out of her. I rocked again and again. I was sure now I was rubbing against her lips. Each time I tried to adjust the angle. Soon the tip was gently poking her opening instead of the shaft sliding past it. I rocked and pushed in. First just the tip. Then more with each rock until I was all the way inside. Her pussy gripped me tight, hot and slick, and every inch felt like fire as I sank deeper.

“Stop,” Ashley said. “I think we’ve got enough.” The girls started whispering, but I stayed buried in Sarah, feeling her cunt pulse around my cock while sweat beaded on my back.

I stayed inside Sarah while her friends stood around talking about what to do next. I could feel her pussy soaking around me. Then a pulse. Then another. A steady rhythm of her cunt tightening and letting go. An urge built fast. I turned my head, buried my face in the carpet, and muffled my moan as I came. My body shook. Cum pulsed out of me in thick spurts, filling her while the girls kept chatting like nothing had happened.

“You cold?” Brittany asked. Her question barely registered through the haze of my orgasm.

I shook my head. I pulled out of Sarah, cupped my crotch, jumped up, and ran to my room. Megan slapped my ass as I passed. The sting lingered as I shut the door behind me.

Late Night Offer

There was a knock on my door. I checked the time. 2 a.m. My cock was already stirring again at the thought of what might come next.

“They’re all asleep,” Sarah said. “I thought we should do this properly.” She stood in the doorway wearing nothing but an oversized t-shirt, her eyes locked on mine. I remembered how she’d pushed back earlier, how her body had taken me in without waking.

First one asleep, I thought. Last one awake. Things had gotten out of hand earlier. I’d ended up naked and pressed against her back, and she’d pushed back. Now she was here, and my dick was rock hard just from the sight of her bare legs.

“You didn’t finish when you were inside me, did you?” Sarah asked, stepping closer. Her voice was low, almost teasing.

“No,” I said. I didn’t add that I’d finished myself off after I got back to my room. My hand had worked fast, but it hadn’t been enough.

“Good. I’m not on anything, so I was hoping you didn’t. But that means you’re probably still horny as hell. I know I am.” She licked her lips, and I could smell the faint trace of her arousal already.

“Yeah,” I said. The offer was right there, and I’d just turned twenty. Masturbating a few hours ago didn’t matter. I was already rock hard. My cock twitched under the sheet.

“Do you have anything?” Sarah asked, her gaze dropping to my lap.

“Anything?” I echoed, though I knew exactly what she meant.

“You know…” She mimed rolling something over her finger. The gesture made my balls tighten.

“Oh. Yeah.” I leaned over to the bedside drawer. My fingers found the foil packet quick.

“Oh,” she said. “You’re naked.” Sarah’s eyes widened as she took in my bare ass.

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I looked back. She was staring at my ass. Heat rushed through me at being caught like that.

“I guess, since you were asleep or pretending to be, you didn’t see me.” My voice came out thicker than I expected.

“No,” she whispered. The word hung between us, charged.

I stood up and turned to face her. My cock pointed straight at her. It throbbed visibly, the head already slick.

“Oh,” she said. “You’re naked.” Her cheeks flushed, but she didn’t look away.

“Yes.” I took a step closer.

“Very naked.” Sarah’s voice dropped lower.

“Yes.” My dick twitched again at her stare.

“All the naked.” She reached out, fingertips brushing the shaft.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” I asked, needing the confirmation.

“Sorry. Yes. Sorry.” Sarah nodded fast, then pulled her shirt higher.

I stepped over, slipped my hands up her legs and under her oversized t-shirt. My hands ran up her outer thighs until I reached the top of her panties. I hooked my fingers in the elastic and pulled them down to the floor. My hands moved over her hips, her outer thighs, her inner thighs, then her lips. I slipped my head under the shirt and licked her. When she started to topple I came out, guided her to the bed, and she flopped down. The hem of her shirt flipped up and showed me the tangled hair of her pussy. She was already glistening, the scent of her hitting me hard.

As I moved on top of her she said, “Condom.” Her voice was breathless, urgent.

I reached over to the drawer, tore open a packet, and rolled it on. She traced my cock with her fingertips. The latex stretched tight over my length.

“It’s larger than I thought it would be.” Sarah’s hand wrapped around the base, giving a slow stroke.

I entered her. She grunted. I kept thrusting and the grunts turned into a low moan. Her pleasure pushed me faster. Her moans got louder. We hit a peak together and I came hard into the condom. Her pussy clenched around me, milking every drop while my body jerked. I rolled off her and we held each other, sweat cooling on our skin as the room went quiet again.