A sleepy engagement

Claire was roused from sleep by a hand nudging her shoulder. As she opened her eyes, a jolt of pain in her head **** her to immediately clasp them shut. Her head was throbbing, spinning and turning in on itself. She had no idea where she was or what was happening. Her mind was foggy, and trying to grasp for any sense of her situation returned nothing but a sharp, stabbing ache behind her temples.

She was exhausted. Her body felt like lead weights sinking into the soft surface she was laid upon. Her bed? At home or at dorms? Or someone else's bed? She honestly had no idea. Nothing was coming to her. Her brain refused to leave the soothing tides of sleep. It called to her to come back to it, and she wanted to badly to comply, but something was prodding her shoulder preventing her from settling back in.

"Claire, Claire..." she heard a whisper. She recognised her name. Someone was demanding her attention. It was a guy, laying beside her on the bed. Her... boyfriend? That was who she slept with, right? What was his name? Jamie, Amir, Mitchell? Which one was she on now? A throbbing pain convinced her not to think too hard about it.

"Claire, I'm horny," the voice pleaded. Definitely her boyfriend then. They never could get enough of her body.

"Go to bed" she replied in a hoarse whisper. "We'll do it in the morning." They always loved her wake-up blowjobs. She remembered those well enough. Such fond memories. She subconsciously licked her lips. She loved the look on those boys' faces when they woke up with their cock in her mouth. She always gave one on her first night with a boy to set the tone for their relationship. It definitely said something about her that those were the memories she could recall right now.

"Please. I can't sleep." All the while she was reminiscing, the boy beside her kept nudging her shoulder, keeping her from drifting back to sleep. His other hand ran beneath the covers and across her body. She shuddered slightly, feeling his hand on her bare breast. She hadn't noticed she was topless. She realised she was only wearing... a skirt to bed? So weird.

Yet as Claire became aware of her body, she realised something more distracting. She was horny. Incredibly horny. Her whole body was thrumming with unbridled need. Her skin was moist with sweat from the heat it gave off. Her thighs were completely soaked in her own juices. She must have been grinding them together in her sleep, trying desperately to satisfy her throbbing nether. The feeling was overwhelming. Claire couldn't imagine falling asleep like this, so how could she have?

Claire tried to rise, but as her head left the pillow, she felt a wave of dizziness wash over her and collapsed back down. Her body was so heavy, and her head was spinning like she had a fever. She couldn't bring herself to move or to think. She was like a doll locked in place in a waking nightmare, too tired to move but too horny to sleep. The feeling was **** for her, but she had a way out.

"Mmm, okay babe. Use my body." She had a boy willing to put in the effort in her stead. There was no need to do anything. She would just lay still like a sex doll and let him satisfy her body's need, then drift straight back into her dreams once they both had their fill.

The boy needed no further encouragement. He twisted round and dragged her body into the middle of the bed to climb on top of her. He took greedy handfuls of her breasts to give them a generous squeeze. Claire's body was so high-strung, that the contact immediately brought her to the edge of orgasm. She cooed out her approval, encouraging him to do as he pleased.

Her boyfriend responded with enthusiasm, dropping his head to nuzzle into her cleavage. His finger sank deep into her flesh, squeezing her nipples between them. His rough groping elicited an even greater response from her body. This time it did push her straight over the edge, and her body trembled as an orgasm tore through it. It wasn't enough to satisfy her however, only leaving her body wanting more. The boy continued to play with her breasts, sending ripples of pleasure coursing through her body. Another orgasm never came however, and Claire's body started to ache with need once again.

"Please," she begged, "I need more." She was a prisoner in her own body to her boyfriend's whims, only able to cum by his mercy. Her pussy begged for attention, but her own hands were too heavy to give any to it. The boy seemed to heed her pleas. His hands left her breasts and slowly began to creep down her body.

For just a moment, the action paused as the boy adjusted his posture on top of her. With her eyes firmly closed, Claire had no idea what he was up to, until she felt a sudden tugging sensation on her nipple as his lips wrapped around it. A tongue began lapping at its tip. She couldn't help but let out a moan at the unexpected stimulation. Claire squirmed as the boy started suckling on her. Her nipples had always been very sensitive and today even more so.

The warm feeling in her breast began to flow outward, as though being sucked into the boy's mouth. As the sensation approached her nipple, her breast began to tingle, and as it reached it, a feeling of intense relaxation washed over her entire body. It felt like the heat was leaking out through her nipple into his mouth. It was a feeling completely alien to Claire's exhausted mind, and it took her a moment to realise what it was. She was lactating.

Distant alarm bell rang off in Claire's head. That fact made no sense to her at all. There was no way she could be pregnant. She was a virgin... right? Her mind was just too murky to be sure though. Thinking back just caused her head to throb. Had she let her boyfriend knock her up? Or was there some other way to start producing milk? Whatever it meant, that was an issue for a clearer head. The sensation was too good to worry about it now. She tossed the concern aside and allowed her mind to drift away into the pleasure coursing out from her breast.

Her boyfriend realised what was happening. His hands immediately stopped their journey south and shot back up to her breast. He began to suck intensely on her nipple and firmly squeeze her tit like he was trying to wring every last drop of precious fluid out of it. Claire could do nothing to stop him. It hurt so much but her tits basked in the rough treatment.

It felt so good to have the milk sucked out of her. It relieved a pressure Claire hadn't even realised she had in her bosom until now. Compared to the breast that remained untouched, the difference was as night and day. As the pressure receded, it left a feeling of serene comfort in its place, causing her entire body to relax. As it did so, the erogenous sensation in her nipple continued to grow more sensitive.

Claire was becoming increasingly aware of the feeling of the boy's lips and tongue. Each time he lapped against her nipple, she felt growing jolts of pleasure pulsing through her and causing her body to tremble. The sensation grew and grew until it reached an unbearable peak. She moaned aloud as another orgasm coursed through her nervous system.

Even as her body shook, the boy didn't relent however. He continued to suckle until every drop of milk had been drawn from her breast. Even once that happened, he simply turned his attention to the other one. Claire orgasmed thrice more to his breastfeeding before he was finally done draining her udders. All the pressure she'd felt in her bosom had dissipated, leaving in its place a blissful comfort, but her body still wasn't satisfied. While her chest had been rocked by streams of pleasure, the aching in her lower half had only grown. Her pussy still had yet to receive any attention, and was **** for it now more than ever.

To Claire's relief, the boy's hands stared their journey down her body anew. As though feeling her need, he wasted no further time exploring her body and soon his hands were at her hips. He dug his fingertips under the waistbands of her skirt and panties and slid them down her thighs. Without the fabric beneath her, her ass rested in a puddle of her own juices. Claire expected the boy's hand or mouth to grace her lower lips, but instead he returned to his position on top of her, and a feeling of dread crossed her mind.

"Wait, please! You know we can't do that." It was the one thing she made sure all her boyfriends knew. They couldn't take her virginity. She was saving it for the right situation, the right person. Her hands shot up to protect her vagina on instinct.

"Shh, it's okay." He lifted her arms and set them beside her like they were no barrier at all. Claire just didn't have the strength to resist him claiming her treasure if he so wanted. Rather than spread her legs however, he squeezed them tightly together instead. A moment later she felt the boy's cock penetrate her thighs.

Relief coursed through Claire as she realised he was respecting her wish. Once that feeling passed however, she couldn't help feeling disappointed. The boy had been selfish. There was nothing erogenous about her thighs. She could feel a little second hand sexual thrill, but that wasn't enough to scratch her body's itch. She needed something more than this.

Gathering all of her strength and spurred on by her body's yearning, Claire wrapped her arms around the boy and attempted to pull him up along her body. Despite her best efforts, she didn't have the strength in her to move him. After a moment of fumbling with his body, the boy mercifully realised what she wanted from him. For a moment he stopped thrusting, and lifted his weight off her onto his hands to allow himself to be moved. She guided him up until his privates pressed firmly across her own, before collapsing her arms back to her side completely spent.

The boy resumed his thrusting, his cock now rubbing between her pussy lips and against her clit. Her body was already tingling in anticipation for it, and Claire moaned in approval as she felt an immediate spike in pleasure. With her crotch already lubed up with juices, it took her boyfriend no time at all to reach a pace that sent shivers up her spine. Every thrust sent ripples of pleasure careening through her body, building in intensity to become vast waves of coital bliss.

With a pace established, the boy wrapped his hands around her waist. His touch was electric on her skin, leaving tingles wherever he traced. His cock made her body tremble. Even his scent felt so familiar, with a masculine musk to it that made her womanhood quiver. Her body had never reacted like this to a man before. It yearned so desperately to take him inside herself. She'd never felt such an overpowering desire to feel someone fill her pussy. Each time before this she'd told herself she'd hold out for something special, but nothing had ever felt as special as this. Her body had never needed it so badly before.

'Just let him have it,' an insidious voice spoke inside of her. 'You want it so bad. What's even the harm in it? Your first time will never feel as good as this. Just say the word and he'll do all of the work. Be his little fuckdoll. You want it so bad, don't you, you little slut? Go on, beg for it.'

"Please," she moaned, spurred on by the voice. She couldn't deny it anymore. She did want it. So bad. It didn't matter if it was special or not. She just needed this man's cock inside of her. "Fuck meeeeeEEEEEEEEE-"

Her plea was drowned out by her own guttural moans as a torrent of pleasure crashed through her body, suddenly overwhelming her with a brain-melting orgasm. Waves of bliss cascaded through every limb and every muscle. It was the most intense pleasure Claire had ever felt. She had awoken already so high-strung with lust, and this boy had instinctively known how to tease her breasts to build her up to levels she'd never reached before. Now finally, his cock was granting her the release she needed so badly.

Every muscle in her body relaxed and allowed the sensation to sweep over it. What felt like an eternity to her was likely just seconds as she started coming down from the peak. Before she could even recover however, she felt the sensation beginning to rise anew. The boy was still thrusting away against her crotch, spurred on by the response his cock had drawn out of her, and her pussy remained just as sensitive to his touch.

Moments later, her body was rocked by another orgasm just as powerful as the first. Claire was no more prepared for it this time. Her mind and body were once again overwhelmed by the sheer pleasure pulsing and echoing through them. It leaked out of her in loud, feral moans she couldn't contain. The **** on her pussy was relentless, continuing even while she was in the peaks of an orgasm. She could feel the sensation rising again and soon she was having a third, and then a fourth.

The boy continued to move with singular determination, not once giving Claire a moment's reprieve. Every time she started coming down from an orgasm, she was already moments away from another. They started coming harder and faster, until they felt like a haze of nonstop sexual bliss. Her body started to spasm from the overwhelming sensation. Her thighs clenched shut against her will, squeezing his cock even tighter against her pussy and forcing her to endure even greater pleasure. Claire was completely at her boyfriend's mercy. No one had ever taken control of her so completely before. She was helpless, trapped inside her own body and **** to withstand the **** of endless orgasms.

Even if she could stop it however, she didn't want it to end. Claire would have happily laid there forever, allowing those orgasms to melt her brain until she became a mindless husk feeling only this pleasure. It wasn't up to her how long it would last though. Her boyfriend was in complete control. She was simply his fuckdoll. After all the pleasure he'd imparted on her, it was only right she gave herself over to him, mind and body. In that moment she would have done anything it took to return that same pleasure upon him. If he wanted to fill her up to the womb with his seed, she wouldn't have offered a shred of resistance.

Oblivious to her internal devotions, the boy only continued to gain momentum, and every few thrusts sent a fresh earth-shattering orgasm racing through her. She lot track of how many she received, but to her it felt like hundreds. Her body shuddered in place with every single one. Her mind could not cope with the sheer stimulation, and she lay there thoughtless as the boy continued to use her. Finally, minutes later, Claire was broken from her trance by his moans.

"I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" Claire felt the boy lift his weight from her, pulling his cock out from the delve of her crotch, no doubt preparing to cover her in his jizz.

"Gimme a taste, babe" she cried out in lust, opening her mouth wide and sticking her tongue out for him. Claire felt a shadow loom over her as he positioned his crotch right overhead and graced her mouth with two shots of his seed. She relished the taste of it as she swirled it around her mouth. She loved cum so much, and this man's cream was like like a sacred gift to her.

As Claire savoured the taste of his cum, her hands moved on instinct despite their heaviness, to squeeze her tits together and give her boyfriend an inviting target to spread the rest of his load. She wanted him to mark every inch of her body as his own. The man reeled back and let it all shoot out over her body, striking her chin and nipples. Her skin tingled with joy to receive the erotic glazing. She could almost feel a comforting warmth emanating from the fluid.

With her boyfriend finally receiving an orgasm of his own, Claire at last had chance to recover from the encounter. Her pussy was still throbbing from the pleasure it had received, but it's need had been satisfied many times over. Her body resonated in perfect comfort. She had never once felt this relaxed in her entire life. This was how Claire imagined she'd feel on her wedding night, after consummating with the man destined to be her perfect match in mind and body.

Now completely spent, the boy collapsed onto the bed to her side. Though Claire couldn't feel him anymore, she sensed his presence as a beacon of warmth beside her. Her heart was thumping in her chest. Of all the boyfriends she'd had, she knew right then that this was the one she'd go all the way with. The one she'd fall for completely, devote her mind and body to and submit herself to sexually. This was the one she would become a mother for. That was what the feeling in her gut was telling her.

Now she was coming down from her final orgasm, a blanket of relaxation was settling over Claire's body. With her body's need finally satisfied, every part of her was yearning to drift back to sleep. She wanted to open her eyes and look upon the face of the man that made her feel this way, but they were just too heavy to lift. She wanted to shower the boy with kisses. She wanted to crawl up under his arm and feel his warmth against her, but already her mind was growing so very cloudy.

The world was drifting away from Claire. Her thoughts were being consumed by sheer exhaustion descending over her mind and body. Her memories of what happened were fading, taking on a dream-like lustre. She allowed them to, wishing to relive that moment over again countless times in her dreams. With every muscle in her body at complete ease, Claire drifted back into a peaceful sleep.

Hope you all enjoyed the chapter.

I intended this to be a short intermission but it turned out much longer than I thought. This should be the last graphic scene for a little while, while the next few chapters focus more on the changing family dynamic.

Thanks for reading.