Turning Chase

Chapter 5

**Three months ago…**

Sara’s heart fluttered as she trembled under the muscular, hairy torso pressing her into the mattress. The petite, blonde gymnast wrapped her legs around his trim waist, one of her feet resting on his bulging, round ass mounds. “Hey girl. See? I told you it wouldn’t hurt…you’re so beautiful you know that?” Brad gently brushed a loose strand of hair off Sara’s face and kissed her gently on the cheek. His firm lips ran down over her sensitive neck, causing her to softly gasp in pleasure. He used both hands to steady his girl’s neck and the hovered his lips over hers. “You turn me on so much. You’re the most amazing girl I’ve ever looked at.” Brad reached his long tongue slowly between Sara’s surrendering lips and into her wanting mouth.

Brad felt a wet warmness envelop his cock, which was engorged deep inside Sarah’s pussy. Some of the warm liquid dripped down on the two layers of towels carefully laid out underneath the intertwined bodies. The stud smiled, pleased that he just claimed the hymen of his stepbrother’s girlfriend. His girthy cock twitched inside the newly deflowered vessel as he grabbed both of Sara’s hands and moved them above her head. He laced his strong fingers between her slender, delicate ones. Sara smiled back, “I-I’m, wow I’m not a virgin anymore…I’m yours, Brad. I belong to you now.”  Brad gradually increased the pace of his rhythmic thrusts. He replied in a deep, smoky whisper, “Hell yeah. You’re my sweet princess. You’ll always be daddy’s little girl from now on.”

Brad continued this trifecta of kissing, fucking, and sweet-talking for about 10 minutes when Sara orgasmed on his cock. The sensations of the soft pussy walls undulating against this dick felt so good. He loved the feeling of his latest conquest’s thighs squeezing against him in uncontrollable passion. As Sara’s orgasm slowly wound down, Brad felt a familiar swelling in this throbbing cock. “I’m getting close, sexy girl..mmm…you’re gonna make Daddy cum.”

“W-wait…wait!” Sara gasped out. Brad stopped his thrusts, an empathetic look of concern on his face. Sara, begged, “Please, Brad, I want you to take your condom off. I want you to cum in me…”

Brad was shocked. “Fuckkk…I mean, are you on the pill or something?”

“No, but I’ll get buy some Plan B after this. Please just shoot inside me, Daddy, I want you to take all of me.” Brad grinned. He was so turned on by the situation.

In a quick series of movements, the 6’4” football hunk pulled out, popped the condom off onto the bed and jammed his 9 inch rod back into Sara’s recently deflowered pussy. He bottomed out in a single, long push, causing the girl to yelp in equal parts  pain and pleasure. Brad squeezed the girl’s perky tits and thrust hard. Five thrusts was all it took before Brad unloaded two days worth of saved-up semen into the no-longer virgin girl. 

A few moments later, Brad lay on the bed breathing heavily, with Sarah snuggled up against his armpit. Brad let out a satisfied sigh, proud of what he’d just done. His plan was coming along just fine. 

Over the past winter break, Brad had spent a few days at an Airbnb in Destin, Florida with Chase, Sara, and her older brother Soren. Chase and Sara had been dating about a year and half by that point, but on the trip she noticed Brad was putting the moves on her. In fleeting moments, whenever Chase wasn’t looking, she’d catch Brad’s handsome face winking at her, or feel his hand brush almost-inadvertently against her back, sending pleasurable tingles up her spine. As the beach trip progressed, Sara became increasingly infatuated with her boyfriend’s stepbrother and became more flirtatious with the hunky college quarterback. Chase could not detect anything was off – both Brad and Sara had naturally flirtatious personalities and senses of humor. Plus, it just wasn’t in the sweet boy’s nature to perceive any negative qualities in people he loved; and with no doubt, he deeply loved both his stepbro and his girlfriend

After that trip ended, Sara continued texting (and sometimes sexting) Brad, helplessly ensnared by his masculine, alpha-male allure. Chase was the perfect boyfriend on paper and loved Sara so much he practically simped for her. And heaven knows every girl at school was jealous she managed to snag the most desired boy in her class. Yet, upon spending time with Brad, Sara realized something was missing. The initial excitement of dating Chase had partially worn away and she just felt he was too kind, too loving, and too sweet to elicit the same kind of wild, dangerous thrill that Brad embodied. She craved the way Brad made her heart race and pussy tremble.

And so, a few months later, only week after her 18th birthday, she drove up to Austin on a “college visit” (though UT did not have an NCAA women’s gymnastics program) and found herself enjoying the best orgasm of her life inside the Sig Ep frat house, squirming under the weight of Brad’s muscled body. Brad fucked her 3 more times before she returned home, satisfied, but with a popped cherry and sore pussy. 

Sara was a very attractive girl, but for a college stud like Brad, he could easily find dozens of blonde sorority girls begging for his D1 football dick on any given weekend. It was Sara’s connection to Chase that made Brad want to fuck her. First, it was hot knowing that whenever Chase finally slipped his virgin dick inside Sara, he’d be touching a place that Brad (and his cum) had rubbed all over - fucking his stepbro’s girlfriend was a huge turn-on. Secondly, and more importantly, Brad felt like Sara had a negative impact on Chase’s life. He didn’t like her manipulative ways, always dangling sex in front of his little bro and turning him into some beta simp. Ever since Chase had gotten serious with Sara, he stopped partying with his teammates and instead spend most of his free time driving his girlfriend around, hanging with her friends, and helping her out with schoolwork.

The final nail in the coffin was when Chase declared that he was going to base his college decisions off Sara’s preferences. Brad was incredulous when Chase mentioned he was considering LSU because their gymnastics coach was heavily courting Sara. The school hadn’t had a men’s wrestling team since fucking 1985 - and Chase was being recruited by Duke, UVA and Princeton! Brad believed Sara was gonna dump his little brother as soon as she got bored of him and stepped foot on the endless buffet of horny young men that college campuses were. But there was no way his sweet, trusting little brother would ever listen. He was blind with infatuation and thought Sara was delivered from heaven’s angels, destined to one day mother his children and always stand by his side, holding his hand all the way to the grave. ‘More like fucking send him to the grave,’ Brad thought. No, Brad felt he had to take it into his own hands and _show_ his little bro that Sara was not the one for him.

**Back to present day...**

Chase’s round, full muscles were barely contained by the stretched cotton fabric of his light-blue button down shirt; his pointed nipples visibly poked through the partially unbuttoned shirt and nicely framed his silver cross necklace. His neat brown hair was pushed up with styling clay, giving Sara (and other adoring restaurant patrons) an unobstructed view of his face’s handsome, smooth features. 

It was the young couple’s two-year anniversary dinner. Chase had saved up all his earnings from working at the country club (and meager TikTok sponsorship deals) to pay for this upscale restaurant meal. Though his family lived very comfortably, Chase’s parents were careful to avoid spoiling their boys, and they strictly restricted their allowances for any expenses unrelated to school or sports (after all, they were spoiled enough by being born with such good looks)! Chase was more than happy to pay for this occasion with his own money - this way everything felt more special. 

Sara was wearing a classic “little black dress” and adorned herself with a lab-grown diamond tennis bracelet and long dangly earrings that paired very well with her simple, high-ponytail updo. Between bites of truffle risotto, she cheerfully blabbered about her recent Italy trip, how Sicily looked even more beautiful than shown on the “White Lotus” TV show, and how she dreamed of buying an apartment in Milan one day if hers and Chase’s social media follower counts continued to increase at their current rate. 

Chase spent the dinner mostly listening, and smiling adoringly at the love of his life. He payed careful attention to each word that babbled out of her pretty, nude-pink lips and intermittently affirmed her with follow-up questions and nice phrases like: “Yeah that sounds legit, I bet you’d have a great time in that program”  or “yeah, dye your hair whatever you want, you’re the most beautiful girl in the world, you’ll look fucking sexy either way” or “Well damn, I mean, for sure I bet she’s jealous of you but hey, don’t let that get you down, okay?”

Naively, he dreamed of marrying Sara, maybe he’d even propose to her after high school graduation. Sitting here at dinner, staring at her cute face and dancing eyes, Chase fully believed he was staring into the eyes of the most beautiful girl in the world. It helped that his six-inch cock was plumped up the whole dinner, with Sara playfully rubbing her feet up his legs periodically and all the while throwing him flirty little smiles.

The tone shifted slightly at the mention of Sara’s brother, a 22-year-old former gymnast who just graduated from Stanford University. “Oh Soren? He’s doing okay, I guess. I Still feel kinda bad he had to miss Italy to start his paralegal job last week. He won’t admit it but I think he’s pretty bummed to be living at home with us and it seems like he’s saving up pretty hard to rent a place up in Austin ASAP.” The waiter interrupted their conversation to bring dessert - assorted crème brûlée macaroons placed in a heart pattern, enshrining an arrangement of pitted cherries covered in chocolate. Quickly forgetting her brother, Sara, was happy to redirect the conversation to her favorite conversations - the latest gossip about her friends, what upgrades she planned to add to her gymnastics routines, and hints about the nice things she’d love Chase to buy for her.

Sara headed towards the restroom while Chase handled the bill. Her mind drifted to the video clips Brad had sent her on her last day in Italy. She had to see it with her own eyes to believe how kinky Chase secretly was!  Her pussy trembled with excitement at what was going to happen tonight. The past few months Sara occasionally stressed about how to deal with the inevitable event of Chase discovering she was no longer a virgin. Her mind was occasional burdened with anxious thoughts, like, ‘ _Would he believe me if i told him my hymen broke by accidentally falling in practice and straddling the balance beam too hard_? ‘

But now Brad had a plan that, he promised, would get Chase to not only accept, but actively fantasize about her sexual relations with Brad. Sara’s guilt over her affair had completely disappeared upon seeing the clip of Chase choking on his own stepbrother’s cock - her boyfriend’s actions was arguably even worse than her own! Sara felt a wet spot forming in her panties as she remembered the look on her boyfriend’s face as he slobbered over Brad’s monster dick. The taboo act turned her on immensely.

In a restroom stall, Sara hastily stripped down and opened the mini gift bag Chase gave her during dinner. She pulled out a Tiffany-blue bustier set and slipped it on - it fit perfectly, with the intricately patterned lace hugging and accentuating each curve of her body. Sara then quickly snapped her dress back on and checked the mirror - she looked great, except the thin blue straps on her shoulder showed, clashing with her black dress’s spaghetti straps. ‘_Actually it’s even better like this_’ Sara thought, pleased with the result. 

As she walked back to the table she caught Chases eye and shot him a sweet, sassy fuck-me smile. When she nearly reached the table,  a waiter brushed by and accidentally knocked one of the handles of her large tote purse off the chair on which it was hanging. As the waiter apologized and rehung the tote handle, his eyes grew wide - inside Sara’s bag lay a bunch of rope and a roll of duct tape! Chase was completely oblivious to this, as his own eyes were fixated on the thin lingerie straps showing on Sara’s shoulders. The befuddled waiter looked at Sara, and she whispered, “we’re kinky, okay?” The waiter nodded awkwardly and walked off.

Despite her efforts, Chase overheard Sara’s whisper and grinned. He thought, ‘_Danggg Brad really was right about sending her those nudes...what does she have planned tonight?_’ Chase stood up to escort his girlfriend outside, when she reached out to hold his hand. He felt a small piece of fabric. Sara had just handed him her used panties! Chase noticed the small stain where Sara had dripped just a moment ago - the sense of exhilaration overwhelmed him and he froze in his tracks for a second. Sara ran a finger flirtatiously over his bulging pecs and whispered into his ear, “Thanks for the gift, stud...can’t wait to return the favor tonight” and walked off towards the car.

*-*-*

“Come on!!” Ryan Bennett pumped his fists, celebrating a blistering topspin backhand that secured the set. The 6’4”, 37-year-old shirtless hunk brushed his lush, dark hair out of his eyes, wiped his brow with his wristband and walked towards the benches. Across the net, 20-year-old Matty Smith threw his racquet into the air and let out a frustrated, “Goddammit.”

Ryan grinned. It was so cute whenever the toned twink lost his cool. Matty had tan skin and a mousy mop of brown hair that was naturally highlighted by countless hours of sun bleaching. He bore a striking resemlance to Nate Archibald from the TV show Gossip Girl, and Ryan was one of many men and women charmed by the boy’s puppy-dog looks. 

Ryan had known Matty for years. Matty was the same age as Ryan’s son Brad and two boys attended the sames schools from elementary school through college. Matty started taking private tennis lessons with Ryan before starting high school, and quickly became one of the top players at the country club Ryan jointly-owned. Eventually, he won a scholarship to play at UT and was now studying marketing there, but still secretly holding on to his dream of turning pro one day. 

On one night during Matty’s senior year, shortly after he turned 18, he successfully seduced Ryan after practice, fulfilling his long-time fantasy of fucking a “coach.” Matty spent the summer between high school and college with Ryan’s cum dripping out of his wet boy pussy for practically half his waking hours. He became a regular at Ryan’s desk in the tennis club director’s office - or more accurately, _under_ his desk wrapping his nubile lips around older man’s girthy manhood. The pair frequently had personal training sessions in the country club weight room, and afterwards, Ryan loved bending the sweaty boy over the sauna bench and drilling the tennis star a new hole while muffling his high pitched moans.


Ryan and his wife Sheryl have been married for about a decade, but, unbeknownst to their sons, they have always had an open relationship. Sheryl was quite the nymphomaniac in her younger years, but her sex drive severely declined once her career took off. She was always aware of the risks and perils of dating an attractive, younger man like Ryan, and wisely let him fuck around with countless women and men alike. He agreed to undergo a vasectomy, dutifly took regular STI screenings, and even started taking PREP medication around 2014. 

Once, a couple years back, Chase returned home from school caught his stepdad railing Chase’s 20-something-year-old former elementary school teacher on the kitchen counter. The next day, Ryan initiated an ostensibly heartfelt chat with Chase and Sheryl to apologize for his ‘indescrestion’. The two parents didn’t think Chase was ready to learn about their open relationship yet, so Sheryl pretended to be shocked but ultimately “forgave” her convincingly remorseful-acting husband. The whole act felt a bit comical to Sheryl, as she had participated in a three-way with Ryan and the school teacher merely a few weeks prior. For Chase, by contrast, that moment stirred in the impressionable teen boy a deep respect and admiration for how his parents demonstrated open communication and forgiveness. 

Matty’s dad, Greg used to work under Sheryl as an analyst even though he was a few years older than her. Greg was a decent enough guy, but started acting like a pompous asshole ever since he became a ‘crypto millionare’ out of the blue. He invested in Bitcoin around 2015 and then a bunch of small market-cap tokens during the 2021 bull run. During both bull runs, he liquidated a sizeable portion of his gains into cash, so though his wealth did take a heavy hit each time the market crashed, he still made out with a big loot overall.

Nowadays, whenever Ryan saw Greg around the country club, he noticed Greg was always bragging about this or that, acting like he was better than everyone else just cause he made a few quick bucks. It gave Ryan immense pleasure whenever he imagined the look on the douchebag’s face if he ever saw a video of his trophy son cleaning his own pussy-juices off Ryan’s cock and thanking him for the pleasure of servicing a real man. Ryan especially loved being in a room with both Greg and Matty together and sending clandestine winks and air-smooches at the squirming boy while barely staying beyond the detection of his oblivious douchebag of a dad. 

Sitting side by side on the benches, Ryan rested his thick, muscled arm around Matty’s tan, sweaty shoulder. “So I won again...you ready to bottom today?” Ryan asked, in his Alabama drawl. Matty shrugged, “yeah, you know I’m a pro by now...man, one of these days I’m gonna turn the tables tho...come on old man, let’s hit the showers.” As the boy got up, grabbed his tennis bag and took a few steps towards the outdoor shower stalls, he heard Ryan call out, “wait...let hold off on the shower...I mean, you’re just gonna get all sweaty again once I’m done with you.” Matty turned around and the two men walked towards Ryan’s car instead.

*-*-*

Chase and Sara lay on a king-sized mattress at a Marriott hotel, naked except for their undergarments. Their athletic bodies tangled into each other and moved almost as one, as the athletic teens passionately made out for over 10 minutes. Early in the morning, Brad returned Chase’s stolen underwear back into his dresser; now Chase was wearing classic white Calvin Klein briefs that barely contained the plump rugby butt which Sara could scarcely keep her hands off of. 

For the special occasion, Brad had lent his little brother a spritz of Aventus Creed cologne. Wearing men’s underwear and cologne for the first time in over a week, Chase felt strong and masculine as Sara’s petite gymnast body squirmed and trembled under his touch. Sara’s hands burrowed under Chase’s near-bursting briefs as she firmly squeezed and fondled his smooth, nubile ass. Chase lightly tongue-flicked Sara’s nipples through the bustier lace a few times before he slid down to her crotch, pulled her g-string to the side, and slid his face in.

Sara moaned as Chase manipulated his tongue expertly as usual. But unusually, Sara stopped him after only two minutes of pleasure, gently holding his face and guiding it up to hers. She whispered, tenderly, “Babe, you’ve always been so sweet to me...tonight I want to make this about you.” Chase quivered with excitement.

Sara put her finger to his lip. “Chase, tonight let me do the hard work. I want you to sit back and relax...but first, take your shorts off.” Chase got up and slipped the briefs off his muscular, toned legs in a slow, intentionally seductive manner. He thought, ‘Fuck yes, she’s finally ready to go down on me.” Then, he felt his arms get pulled up and over his head. Sara, standing on the bed behind them, grabbed some rope from her tote purse and tied his wrists together over his head.

Chase smiled, “Girl you’re getting kinda freaky tonight.” Sara replied, “Yeah boy, Imma go crazy on you tonight. You like this?”

“I fucking love it.”

Chase felt the pair of small hands turn him around and then push him onto the hotel armchair. Sara hastily grabbed another piece of rope and somewhat sloppily secured his ankles to the chair legs. She looped the dangling ends of the wrist restraints down behind his back and tied them around each thigh. This left Chase sitting with spread legs, hands tied up behind his neck, pits exposed, and his dick rock hard, jumping with excitement. 

Sara ran her finger over a glob of precum that dripped down to the base of Chase’s cock. She scooped it up and guided her finger into the trembling jock’s mouth. “You’re a naughty boy, you know, leaking all over the place like that.” Chase, paralyzed with nervous excitement, could only manage to nod slowly as he sucked up his own jizz. Sara ran her finger down his reddening cheeks, scratched his collarbone lightly, and then rubbed her hands around his hard, full pecs. She kissed his nipple and suckled on it for a few seconds.  Then, she kneeled down.

Chase gasped as Sara’s lips wrapped around his pulsing, teenage dick. _Chase was finally receiving his first ever blowjob_. Sara worked up and down her boyfriend’s shaft, alternating using her hands and mouth to pleasure the wiggling, tied-up wrestling champion. Chase was exhilarated by the whole situation. It was such a turn-on to completely give up control to his petite girlfriend, especially since he was used to being the one dominating opponents on the wrestling mat or rugby pitch.

Truth be told, Sara’s oral skills were mediocre. She’d only sucked cock a few times before, and each time it was Brad’s cock, which was significantly longer and thicker. She was thrown off by the fact that she now could fit the entire cock in her mouth and had to apply more suction. Regardless, it was Chases first time feeling a warm mouth envelope his cock and  he perceived the experience to be mind-blowing.

“Oh my gawd...fuckkk, Sara you feel amazing...mhh fuck yeah.” Chase writhed about, pulling on his restrains and shaking the armchair. This went on for about only three minutes until Chase felt the familiar urge to cum. “S-s-sara...ah god...I’m gonna cum soon...I’m gonna cum down your throat...” Suddenly, he felt the warm mouth pull away, leaving his cock twitching into the air as if frustratedly begging for more. 

Sara put a finger on Chase’s chest. “Nuh uh. Bad boy. I’m not done with you yet...” She then pulled out the roll of duct tape as well as the soiled panties she removed during dinner. “Open up,” Sara said as she stuffed the panties into her helpless boytoy’s mouth, “you’re moaning so loud, the neighbors are gonna hear unless we do something about it.” A piece of duct tape sealed his lips. Chase could not believe how sexy this whole situation was - he felt he’d cum hands-free at any minute now. Sara looked at Chase and told him, “By the way, did I mention I recently started taking birth control?” She smiled, pleased at the incredulous look on the horned-up teen’s face.

Sara lightly flicked her tongue against different areas of Chase’s cock and balls, eliciting tortured flurries of muffled moans, but never allowing him to cum. Tied with his arms up and smooth pits exposed, Chase could detect a light manly scent intermingle with his Aventus Creed, as sex hormones raged through his body to prompt a flood of male pheromones. 

Chase was turned to face away from the room entrance, and unbeknownst to him, Brad had picked up the room key Sara slid under the door and slowly entered, very gently closing the door behind him. Sara paused from edging Chase and she noticed the tall 6’4” figure slowly sauntering over. Brad had his wavy, dark brown hair swept back Bradly-Cooper-style. He wore a navy blue suit; bespoke-made to hug his athletic form (off-the-rack suits never could fit his extra-broad shoulders and swole chest). He left his white Brooks Brothers shirt halfway unbuttoned, revealing a wild mass of dense fur carpeting his chest, as a gold bar necklace swung lazily about. 

Sara looked into Chase’s desperate blue eyes, his face scrunched in an almost-pained expression reflecting his feverish need to orgasm. “Hey babe, I got a surprise for you.” Suddenly, Chase’s eyes widened as a hand reached over from behind, gently gripped Sara’s blonde ponytail, and guided her upwards until she stood up. “Mghrmghumphhh!!!” A shocked Chase panicked into his gag.

“Calm down, little bro, I’m here to show you guys a good time...gotta give you something nice for your two year anniversary, am I right?” Brad slipped his blazer off his arm and it fell to the floor, as he walked over into Chase’s field of vision. He lowered his arm over onto Sara’s shoulder and pulled her into him. Her little hands and soft cheek pressed against the slightly curled chest hair, the swooning girl looking so tiny against the swarthy hunk.

Chase sat shell-shocked and motionless as Sara batted her eyelashes while unbuttoning the bigger brother’s shirt. As she slid the shirt off his hairy body she made sure to grope her hands around the taut muscles being revealed. “Listen little bro, Sara and I have both been learning what a horny little slut boy you’ve shown yourself to be lately...and...we’ve both not been too sure whether either one of us can really, truly, fully satisfy you.” Brad’s deep, sexy voice vibrated through the room and sent tingles up Chase’s spine. Brad smiled deviously. “...so we figured...it might take...a combined effort.”

Chase weakly pulled against his restraints, countless thoughts racing through his dazed mined.  _What was going on?! What the fuck is even happening right now???_  Brad and Sara ignored the gagged, bound teen jock. Brad placed his hand on the back of Sara’s neck,  then roughly pressed his lips against hers, and decisively penetrated her mouth with his tongue. After several seconds (that felt like an eternity to the wide-eyed Chase), Brad released a light-headed Sara. She took as gasp of air, when Brad griped her shoulders and firmly pushed down, directing her onto her knees. 

Sara helped remove the perfectly polished Allen Edmonds shoes while Brad undid his belt. His belt and trousers dropped with a soft thud, revealing black Versace briefs with their signature gold, “Greca” pattern border, the tip of his hard cock already protruding up out the waistband. “Come on, girl, you know what to do.” Subconscious instinct taking over, and in a mind-fucked state, Chase felt his mouth water and his ankles pull against the restraints, as if wanting to grovel before the bigger, stronger man. Instead, it was Sara’s mouth that wrapped around Brad’s cock, as she hungrily drooled and slurped. 

Brad lightly put his hand on the blonde gymnast’s head and pushed down gently. Sara almost instantly choked and gagged, still unadjusted to the larger cock. Brad let her breath; he leaned over and kissed her forehead and said, “Sorry, babe, forgot you weren’t warmed up yet. Chase’s cock doesn’t stretch your throat like that, does it?” Sara looked up adoringly at the college hunk and shook her head. Then, they both looked over at Chase.  

His cock jumped and twitched uncontrollably, and streams of precum flowed out of the head like hot lava. Brad sauntered over to his bound stepbrother. He took his saliva-coated cock and slowly rubbed it against the rugby star’s blushing cheeks. “Sara...I want you to get onto the bed...make yourself nice and comfortable...” Brad slowed his speech, intentionally stretching out his sentences as if to taunt the tied-up cuck.

He then leaned over and licked Chad’s ear. He whispered, “Hey Buddy. I don’t know if anyone’s told you yet, but your girlfriend’s cherry’s already been popped. I fucked her brains out a few months ago and she’s been begging for my cock ever since.”

“Mghrmghumphhh!” Chase yelled into the panties and duct tape covering his mouth, unable to restrain the mixture of emotions flooding through. He felt humiliation, confusion, a little bit of anger, and strangely, a deep arousal. The tied-up jock writhed in his chair as his cock involuntarily pulsed and released another glob of precum. Brad ran his hand over his younger stepbrother’s wet little cock and then lightly slapped the boy’s cheeks. “Hey don’t worry little bro, if behave tonight, I might let you lick her pussy-juices off me.” He grabbed Chase’s chin, lifted it until they locked eyes, and gave a cocky little wink.

Then, Brad turned back towards Sara, who was laying on her back, fingering her pussy lips through the g-string on her light blue bustier set. She batted her eyes longingly, running her gaze all over Brad’s corded body and oversized cock. Like a tiger, Brad pounced on the bed, hovering over Sara on his hands and knees. 

He grabbed the upper part of the bustier, and, without warning, ripped it apart. The fabric stretched and easily tore in half. Brad continued to pull and tug, shredding the lingerie. Then, he easily lifted Sara, turned her around and tossed her until she lay on her belly with her head facing Chase. With one final tug, Brad tore apart the bottom of the lingerie, leaving Sara completely nude, with pieces of blue thread and fabric scattered about. As he did so, Chase’s hypnotized eyes remained fixated on his older brother’s flexing forearms, biceps, and triceps, noticing how much stronger the NCAA D1 quarterback was compared to himself. 

The next few minutes were a blur to Chase. He watched as his stepbrother lined his girthy cock up with his girlfriends pussy and bottomed out in one thrust, causing her to scream out and nearly yank the sheets off the mattress. The tied-up rugby and wrestling star sat zombie-like and defeated as Brad pulled Sara’s head up by her ponytail so she could make eye contact with her cuckold boyfriend as she got taken doggystyle. Chase’s cock, by contrast was anything but zombie-like; it pulsed and throbbed with increasing vigor at each passing minute.

Brad slapped Sara in the ass while pulling her hair and doggy-fucking her. “Who owns this pussy?”
“Oh, fuck, you own it Brad, you!”

Another smack. “Your little cuck boyfriend there ever make you feel like this?”

“Mmhh no, oh...ugh...n-noo, only you Daddy”

Smack. Smack. Smack. “Fuck yeah, bitch. I’m right about ready to unload my babies into you. You want that?”

“Fuck yeah, Brad, please shoot your load inside and knock me up...I wanna be your slutty little baby mommy...please...please...please...let Chase and I raise your kids...” 

With that, Chase completely lost it. His body shook violently as spurt after spurt of cum geysered out of his cock without any physical stimulation. White goo soiled his once-nearly-coifed hair and dripped down over his handsome face and straining body. His body convulsed so hard, that the amateurish knots around his ankles both came loose. At the very end of his involuntary climax, Chase’s chair crashed sideways onto the floor; the athletic teen, with both his arms still restrained, rolled onto the ground, scarcely avoiding injury. 

Brad’s jaw dropped and his hips stopped thrusting. The man couldn’t believe what he just witnessed. He jumped off the bed, with genuine concern, to check on his younger brother. Chase lay on his side, uninjured, and bathed in cum and a strangely erotic feeling of humiliation. Brad peeled off the duct tape and undid the knots around Chase’s arms and thighs. “You okay bro?”

“Yeah...I guess..? Dude I don’t even know what’s happening anymore...” Chase’s cock was still stiff as a pole, and though he had just cum like a fountain, the testosterone-filled teen remained incredibly horny. Brad picked up on this. He took a deep breath, relieved that little bro was okay. Then, he had turned to look at Sara, who had also come over to check on Chase. 

Brad helped Chase to his feet, untied his wrists, and sat him on the bed. Chase, still dazed, opened his mouth to speak, “Seriously what the fuck just happe-“

Brad interjected, “Shut up for a minute and just sit for a sec bro. We’re not done here, haven’t even given you your prize yet.” Without another word, the hairy, muscled college hunk grabbed the fallen chair with one arm, flipped it around and effortlessly let it down, upright again. He then walked over to a daybed and pulled the twin bed off in order to expertly reposition it on the floor, two feet away from the textured walls.

Brad slipped between the twin bed and the wall and called Sara over to him. With his back against the wall, he lifted her up. Instinctively,  the petite gymnast draped her limbs around the 6’4” absolute hunk of a man. Brad slid back into the wet pussy began pumping Sara up and down on cock in this new position. 

Brad reached over tho dresser top to grab a bottle of lube and tossed it over to Chase. “Lube yourself. Put a shit ton on. Like twice as much as you think you’d need.” Brad kissed Sara roughly, deeply, and passionately. He then continued, “now come over here and stand on that little mattress.” Speaking a bit louder, in order to resonate over Sara’s gasps and moans, Brad ordered Chase to press his bare cock against her backdoor.
 
Brad paused and held Sara still to allow Chase to enter. As the inexperienced 18-year-old jock lightly pressed his cock against Sara’s winking hole, he thought, ‘damn, it’s not going in...this is harder than it looks in porn.” He grabbed his dick with a couple fingers, and the  pressed his average-sized penis harder until the ass-lips surrendered and enveloped the still-horny teen’s cock. Sara’s eyes glazed over and she let out a sound that mixed gasping with groaning. The double penetration pushed her senses over the edge and after Chase thrusted his excited cock into her just a few times, Sara orgasmed, squeezing and dripping over the two brothers’ cocks for almost a minute. This brought Brad over edge as well. 

He loudly moaned, “Ahhh...fff-fu...ahh ugh..ugh I’m cumming in your girl’s pussy...fuck...ugh pumping my babies in her...” As Brad climaxed, the veins bulged on the arm supporting Sara’s weight; his other hand wrapped around Chase’s throat. As the virile frat star dumped load after load of fertile semen into the trembling pussy, Brad felt so dominant, knowing that he owned both Chase and Sara now.

Brad tapped on Chase’s chest, gesturing for him to pull out. As his dick slid out of Sara’s clean asshole, Chase could scarcely believe that his first time fucking a girl would be anal; and bareback nonetheless. He kind of felt like a stud, even as he just got brutally cucked by his own stepbrother. Chase didn’t know what came over him next, he noticed his brother’s thick 9-incher covered in slime; next thing he knew, he was on one knee with Brad’s cock in his mouth, giving it a gentle tongue bath.

Brad ran both hands through his own hair and clenched his fists. “Ohhh, ahh fuck. Easy, buddy, oofff, kinda sensitive right now.” He looked down as his brother’s adoring puppy-like blue eyes, dried cum still matting his hair and face. “Such a good cucky boy. I think you deserve a present. Why don’t you go fuck your girlfriend’s pussy.”

Chase easily picked Sara up just like Brad had done earlier, and he tossed her on to the bed. He then crawled over the fuck-drunk girl, and slid his throbbing cock into her loosened, sloppy cunt. Chase fucked her missionary, slowly at first, to savor every sensation of his first time inside a girl’s pussy. Lacking self-control in the moment, he quickly sped up until he was jackhammering the slight-framed gymnast with every ounce of strength in each rippling muscle of his hard body. Sara felt so horny and dirty as she felt Chase’s sweat drip over her face, shoulders, and tits.

Brad walked over to get a close view of the two sex-crazed fuck-bunnies. “Yeahhhh buddy, pound that fucking pussy! C’mon Chase, shoot your load inside. Let’s see which one of us knocks her up first.” Sara joined, “Yeah babe, please, please fill me up.” Chase wanted to cum, but no matter how hard and fast as he rubbed his dick against the clenching pussy, he simply couldn’t climax. He felt self conscious with his idol standing right there watching. Furthermore, he felt self-conscious, knowing that no matter how hard he fucked Sara, she’d already been stretched by Brad’s much bigger cock and there’d be no way he could match that. 

Brad sensed the issue and jumped onto the bed. He stood facing Chase and then squatted down over Sara’s face. “Toss my salad, girl,” Brad commanded and he instantly felt a warm tongue start flicking across his furry crack. Brad raised his arm, and then positioned his pit over the high school jock’s face. The masculine pheromones and athletic scent flooded into Chase and drove him crazy. The mild pit-stink caused Chase to lose all inhibition as he ground his face into the bigger, stronger jock’s muscular pit. 

Hot waves of pleasure coursed through Chase’s rippling muscles as cum splurged out of his cock and mixed with Brad’s seed inside Sara’s wrecked pussy.  His sweaty body collapsed and he rolled over onto his back. “Fuck, this was amazing.” In his hazy, post-orgasmic state, Chase didn’t know why those words came out of his mouth, but he didn’t care. 

Brad chuckled, “Come on little bro, you’re a mess right now, you get to shower first.” Sara, feeling a tad mischievous, said, “Wait.” She crawled over Chase and squatted over his chest. Globs of mixed cum splurged out over Chase’s round, heaving pecs. “Okay, now you should go clean up.”

A few moments later, Brad lay comfortably on the hotel bed, resting on his back. Chase and Sara snuggled up to either side of him, resting their hands over his strong, hairy chest. All three felt a sense of deep contentment and peace as they gradually dozed off.

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Ryan led Matty up the stairs to his own bedroom. He had the house to himself tonight, since Chase was spending the night at a hotel with Sara, while Brad was allegedly sleeping over at his friend’s place. Matty stared at the 37-year-old’s juicy ass bouncing each step he took up the stairs. The 20-year-old Nate-Archibald-lookalike already sported a boner, eager to get fucked all night by the DILF stud again. The fact that this was his friend Brad’s dad always added to his arousal.

Ryan walked into the master bedroom and as Matty followed suit, Ryan gestured for him to stop and wait outside. He came back out holding a folded blanked, saying, “Come on, buddy, this way.” He walked a few steps over to the next room and opened the door. Matty felt confused as Ryan tossed the blanket onto the bed and stretched it completely cover the mattress and pillows.

This was his stepson Chase’s room. A signed poster of MLB player Alex Bergman adorned the wall. The room was was mostly tidy, except for a few pieces of clothing and some sports equipment strewn about. Brad picked up one of Chase’s dirty gym shirts and brought it to his nose. The salty-sweet scent of the 18-year-old jock was intoxicating. 

Ryan dropped the t-shirt back on the floor and walked over to a wide-eyed but still-aroused Matty. He pulled the tennis player in for a kiss and ran his hands around the cute butt. He ran a finger over Matty’s forehead, brushing aside the medium brown hair, which shared a similar length and color to Chase’s. Ryan closed his eyes. Tonight, he would be giving his imagination a good workout.