Jason and Kara had established a code He'd left her door ajar and her room dark. Peering out of his room, he saw that she hadn't closed it. She probably hadn't moved from the recovery position her left in.
Feeling both bold and horny from the drugs, Jason rationalised the urge he felt as a need to check on Kara. To make sure she was alright. That's why he was quietly pushing her door open. That's why he was softly walking over to her bed.
He was wrong; Kara had moved. Or tried to. She was still lying on her side, facing away from Jason, but her dress was pulled up, bunched around her waist, and her legs were pointing in opposite directions as if she was running on the spot. She'd pulled her underwear down just past her butt, which was half-visible from under her crumbled outfit.
Jason sat down next to her and gingerly placed one hand on the back of her thigh, just firmly enough to feel her smooth skin. She didn't react. He spread his fingers out, stroking the skin of her inner leg just below her underwear, usually the trigger for her unconscious arousal.
He lifted his legs up onto the bed and lay behind Kara, beginning to spoon her. He put both hands on the exposed skin of her butt and slowly, gently pushed his fingers over it, following the lines of her body until his fingertips met her thighs. As he pushed between them, she silently moved her top leg open a little further. She was wet, just a little. Enough that Jason's fingers were able to slide over her labia, gently stroking back and forth. Turning her on turned him on and his cock started to swell.
As usual, he focused on this tease until Kara was even wetter, warm and coating Jason's fingertips, before moving his attention to her clit. By now, her breathing was normally sharper and more urgent but this time, she was still out cold. Jason, on the other hand, had never felt so hot and his erection was pressing insistently into the back of Kara's leg.
He started to stroke her clit with one finger - pressing firmly and in a circular motion, lubricated by her. As he stroked, he felt her getting wetter, the lips of her pussy gliding against his hand and gradually opening to his touch.
But between the drugs in his system and the insistent hard-on between his legs, Jason was feeling impatient. He shifted his hips, causing his fully-engorged cock to spring free, then used his hand to guide it into the welcoming gap between Kara's thighs. He pushed until he felt the tip meet the tight, wet skin of her pussy lips. But eschewing his usual move of continuing to stroke and tease her until she opened for him, he used his hand to place his swollen head where she was wettest, and thrust forward. He felt a slight resistance as his cock gently forced her lips apart, and finally heard Kara react - a sharp intake of breath, followed by a quiet moan as he entered her.
Jason was still high and the sensation of Kara's pussy around his cock was a shock; pleasure on a level he had never experienced. Every nerve ending was firing at once. He felt like he was going to cum instantly. But the serotonin released by the drug was holding him at bay. He pushed himself into her, as deep as he could, feeling the way her body stretched to accommodate him.
Although she rarely woke up, Kara normally responded to Jason's explorations of her body. But beyond her physical arousal, she continued to breathe normally even as he began to push harder. Her body remained still.
Jason's usual technique - going as slow as he could, sliding in and out of her as if picking a lock - was overruled by an animal urge. He pulled himself almost all the way out of her with each thrust, pushing back even deeper and with more force, until he was fucking her as hard and as deeply he could.
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Kara was dreaming about sex. Kara's dreams were usually about sex.
She masturbated before bed almost every day, and the dreams had only become more common since she and Jason had agreed conditional consent for him to fuck her while she was asleep. As she floated in the surreal mid-point between consciousness and unconsciousness, her mind would conjure otherworldly, dark fantasies. She'd lost count of the orgasms she'd had without fully waking up.
In her waking dream, Kara's hands were roughly bound behind her back. She was being held to the floor as some unseen brute took her from behind. But it was dark - pitch black. There was no detail. All she could focus on was the feeling of being completely filled, then empty, then full again. Of being fucked so hard the line between pleasure and pain was starting to blur.
Kara was drifting in and out of consciousness, aware of her body but unable to move or control it. She couldn't keep her eyes open and the heightened feeling brought on by the drugs making her sensitive to any touch, let alone the type she was experiencing. She opened her mouth and a loud whimper escaped. Suddenly, the movement inside her stopped.
As he lay still, Kara recognised the sound of Jason's breathing. The way he felt inside her. He was so hard, the head of his cock swollen and pushing against her. Usually the sign he was about to cum. But his breathing had slowed to a steady pace, and his body felt relaxed and loose.
She heard a light rattle in his throat. He was asleep.
Kara realised she felt teased by the sense of bringing Jason to the edge, and denied the satisfaction of his orgasm. She began moving her hips back and forth, sliding up and down his shaft. He was still hard and felt so good as she squeezed her pelvic muscles against him to stop him sliding out of her.
Kara closed her eyes and concentrated on the feeling of him inside her, moving faster as the climax built from her g-spot and spread outwards. She was so close, every muscle in her body tensing in anticipation of the release. It felt imminent and somehow unobtainable. Her mind started to wander and she faded back into semi-consciousness, her pussy lips squeezed against the head of Jason's cock.
Despite how good sex itself feels on MDMA, it can be almost impossible to cum. The serotonin it releases heightens every sense, taking you to the feeling of an orgasm without actually delivering one. But if you do have one... well, it's worth the effort.
Jason was barely awake, and conscious only of the wet, warm, heavenly grip on his cock. He pushed against it and sighed deeply as the feeling embraced him entirely. Instinctively, he started to thrust, each stroke sending shivers down his back. The blissful tingle in the head of his cock caused it to swell even more as he pumped harder, faster, urgently trying to reach his final strokes. He wrapped his arm around Kara's waist and pulled her toward him, jolting her awake as he pushed himself into her as hard as he could
Jason felt like his every muscle tensed up before immediately relaxing. It was like nothing he'd ever experienced - more than just a release, he felt like his very essence was filling his body and pouring out of him. He pulled Kara even closer, his whole body shaking as the feeling between his legs enveloped him.
She didn't register the sudden movement of her body being pulled into Jason's. Nor did she hear his moan of relief - deep and loud as he pushed his head into her shoulder. No, as Kara returned to reality, the first thing she felt - the only thing she was aware of - was Jason's cum. The immediate warmth as his cock throbbed inside her; the feeling of it pouring out and coating him, nowhere to go but out; the sticky, wet sensation as it trickled out of her.
Kara put her hand between her legs, finding Jason - still semi-hard and trembling, halfway inside her. She ran her fingers over his shaft and coated them in his cum, then moved to her own clit. Using the sticky, warm mess as lube, she started to stroke herself. Finally, her body responded - and quickly. The pleasure spread from her clit throughout her body and she started to move her fingers faster until at last, that lightning bolt struck her.
Kara's whole body jerked forwards as the orgasm took her; she moaned loudly, and Jason felt her muscles tighten, gripping his cock so hard he couldn't move. It felt good; so good it was making him hard again, pushing back against the aggressive embrace of her pussy. He felt her body shake once more, then she relaxed, burying her head in the pillow as her body released him. She pushed him away, too sensitive for any more stimulation.
Jason slipped out of her and rolled onto his back, his erection glistening with both of their juices. He lay in silence, eyes closed, listening to Kara's breathing slow down as she fell back to sleep. He knew she was done. He carefully swung his body off the bed and made his way back to his own room.
Jason couldn't remember if he'd left his door wide open, but he knew he hadn't put any lights on. So he was confused by the soft glow of the bedside lamp spilling onto the hallway. He swung around the doorway, pushing it firmly shut, then froze on the spot as he took in the scene in front of him.
Lying on the far side of the bed, on top of the sheets, was Donna. She was on her front, her face turned so Jason could see her eyes were closed, and subtly moving. Dreaming. She was still wearing the vest top, but the hotpants lay crumpled on the floor along with her underwear, as if she'd stepped straight out of them.
