Spending the night in Carol - deeply!

You ease the door shut behind you, the click barely audible in the quiet house. Your heart hammers in your chest, a mix of adrenaline and satisfaction surging through you. Angie's muffled sobs fade as you pad down the hallway, the floorboards cool under your bare feet. The air feels thicker now, charged with the thrill of what you've just done—and the promise of more.

Carol's room is at the end of the hall, her door slightly ajar. You remember her routine: earplugs in, lights out by ten, dead to the world until morning. Your imagination of ruining that peaceful bliss makes your cock twitch again, already half-hard from the remnants of Angie's throat.

You push the door open slowly, the hinges silent for once. Moonlight filters through the curtains, casting a soft glow over her form. Carol lies on her side, facing away, her breathing steady and deep. She's wearing those tiny sleep shorts that hug her big ass cheeks, the kind that ride up when she shifts. Her tank top clings to her curves, one strap slipped off her shoulder, exposing the swell of her breast.

You step inside, closing the door with a soft snick. The room smells like her—lavender lotion and something faintly sweet. Your eyes trace the line of her body: the dip of her waist, the flare of her hips, the smooth expanse of her thigh peeking from under the sheet. She's taller than Angie, more supple, but that just means you'll have to be rougher to make it count.

Dropping your pants again, you approach the bed. She doesn't stir as you climb on, the mattress dipping under your weight. You position yourself behind her, spooning close, your hardening cock pressing against the cleft of her ass through the thin fabric. One hand snakes around her waist, sliding up under her tank to cup her breast. Her nipple hardens instantly under your palm, even in sleep, and you pinch it hard, rolling it between your fingers.

Carol murmurs something incoherent, shifting slightly, but the earplugs keep her locked in dreamland. You grind against her, feeling the heat of her body seep through the shorts. 'Time to wake up, mom,' you whisper into her ear, your breath hot against her neck. Your free hand dips lower, fingers hooking into the waistband of her shorts and yanking them down roughly. They snag on her thighs, but you **** them lower, exposing her bare pussy to the cool air.

She squirms now, a soft whine escaping her lips as your fingers probe between her legs. Her folds are soft, untouched, and already a hint of dampness slicks your fingertips. You spread her lips apart, rubbing her clit in rough circles while your cock nudges at her entrance.

With a sharp thrust, you bury yourself inside her. Carol's eyes fly open, a gasp tearing from her throat as her body arches in shock. She's dry at first, the friction burning, but you don't stop—pounding in deeper, stretching her walls around your girth. 'Shh, don't scream,' you hiss, clamping your hand over her mouth. Her muffled cries vibrate against your palm as she thrashes, her hands flailing back to push at your chest.

You pin her arms down with your other hand, twisting them behind her back. Her pussy clenches around you involuntarily, the resistance only making you fuck her harder. Each slam of your hips drives your cock to the hilt, your balls slapping against her ass. Tears well in her eyes, spilling over as she realizes what's happening, but the earplugs are still in—maybe she thinks it's a nightmare.

'Feels good, doesn't it? My big cock splitting you open,' you taunt, releasing her mouth just enough for her to gasp. She sucks in air, **** out, 'Stop—please, no—' but you shove two fingers into her mouth, making her gag on them. 'Suck them clean, slut. Taste yourself.'

Her body betrays her, hips bucking as unwanted pleasure builds from the brutal friction. You reach around, pinching her clit hard, rolling it until she whimpers around your fingers. The room fills with the wet sounds of your thrusting, her pussy growing slicker now, coating your shaft. You pull out almost all the way, then ram back in, angling to hit that spot deep inside that makes her legs tremble.

Carol's struggles weaken, her breaths coming in ragged sobs. You flip her onto her stomach roughly, yanking her hips up so her ass is in the air. Her face presses into the pillow, muffling her cries as you mount her from behind. Grabbing a fistful of her hair, you pull her head back, arching her spine. 'Beg for it,' you demand, spanking her ass cheek hard enough to leave a welt.

She shakes her head, but you smack again, the crack echoing. 'Please... don't hurt me,' she whispers brokenly. You laugh, low and dark, and thrust back into her pussy, fucking her like an animal. Your hand slides down, fingers finding her asshole and pushing in without warning. She screams into the pillow, the sound stifled, as you finger-fuck her tight hole while your cock ravages her cunt.

The dual invasion breaks her. Her body shudders, walls fluttering around you as an orgasm rips through her against her will. Juices squirt out, soaking your thighs, and you groan at the sight. 'That's it, cum on my dick like the whore you are.' You don't let up, pounding through her climax until she's a quivering mess.

Your own release builds fast, balls tightening. You pull out of her pussy, flipping her over once more. Straddling her chest, you jerk your cock furiously over her face. 'Open wide,' you order, prying her jaw open. She complies through tears, and you explode, ropes of cum painting her tongue, cheeks, and lips. Some lands in her hair, sticky and white.

She coughs, swallowing what she can't spit out, her body heaving. You wipe the tip of your cock on her forehead, marking her. Leaning down, you whisper, 'Tell anyone, and Angie gets it worse.' Her eyes widen at Angie's name, realization dawning.

You dress quickly, leaving her curled up, shorts tangled around her ankles, cum drying on her skin. As you slip out, you hear her soft whimpers, but the house stays silent. Down the hall, Angie's door remains closed. Tomorrow, breakfast will be interesting—watching them both avoid your gaze, knowing what you've claimed.