Take All of It September 2019

by Scarlett Skyes

  I half-moaned and half-screamed, unable to get away because of the stirrups and countless hands holding me down, and unable to push myself closer to Father Hanson for the exact same reasons. I was trapped in place, to be used however he and my other assailants wished.

  My head was still thrown back and my mouth wide open when I saw a pair of legs position themselves in front of me and a hard cock descending towards my mouth. Before I could turn away, before I could even decide if I wanted to turn away, I had what I think was my old principal’s erection invading my mouth.

  It wasn’t as big as Father Hanson’s, but I could still barely accommodate it. I had to open my mouth as wide as I could to avoid my teeth touching the shaft as the head squelched against the back of my throat. Deep down I knew that I had to make him happy, I had to make them all happy, because they were my masters and I needed their semen to fulfil my destiny.

  I fought against my gag reflex, having never let a hard dick into my mouth before never mind attempted to take an entire length, as Principal O’Shagsey repeatedly pounded against the entrance to my throat, obviously trying to force his way in. At that moment I felt Father Hanson’s almost super-human cock stretching my pussy lips, prepared only by my anticipation since I’d stepped into his office and the intense humming of the shaft on my clit.

  It was apparently enough. I felt my slippery folds pushed aside, making way for his huge cock the same as the crowd had parted when we entered this very room. I moaned as my labia were stretched to their limits around his massive girth and that seemed to relax my throat enough for the cock trying to force its way in there to make some headway.

  I was treated to the sensation of a cock sliding down my throat, in my pussy, in each hand and what felt like a finger in my asshole. Hands were everywhere, I could hear heavy breathing over the louder sounds of my own throat working around Principal O’Shagsey’s invading manhood.

  At last there was no more cock to descend into my throat, a heavy set of balls with salt ’n’ pepper pubic hair rested on my nose and a few moments later the sliding sensation between my legs halted with a faint bump of cock head against cervix and the brush of scrotum on my ass. I had a cock in each hand and I was sure several more were rubbing against me along with all the roaming hands. I had the sole undivided attention of more men than I had been able to count, and they were all using me for their own pleasure.

  My old Principal’s hands were on my throat, as if feeling his cock through my skin as he relentlessly pumped his length into me. I couldn’t believe I’d managed to take it all, let alone the harsh thrusting he was inflicting on me. Perhaps it was the distraction of all the other hands and erections, not least of which was Father Hanson’s. There was no time for discomfort, all I could do was ride the turbulent sea of dicks and hold on for dear life. And semen, I needed their semen too.

  Between my legs I felt Father Hanson’s thick and strong cock begin to pound into my tender teen folds mercilessly, as if punishing me for not getting pregnant after our first session. His girth stretched my entire pussy to the point where I thought I couldn’t take any more, the bumpy ridge rubbing at all walls simultaneously as the length plunged into my depths over and over again, the head brushing lightly against my cervix each time.

  I concentrated on his cock, it seemed impossible that it could be so big as to be that deep inside me, but I knew from experience that by the time he was done he would be blasting a huge load directly into my waiting womb, bypassing the tunnel of my pussy entirely, getting the cum where it needed to go, where God wanted him to put it. Where I wanted him to put it.

  Over my own muffled moans, over the squelching in my throat and over the heavy breathing of all the men in the room using me, I could hear the steady slap, slap, slap of Father Hanson’s balls bouncing on my ass as he fucked me roughly, breeding me hard for my transgression against our Lord.

  With a groan and a powerful thrust into my face, I felt a sticky load of semen pumped straight down my throat as Mr. O’Shagsey unleashed his climax upon me. I remembered all those times I had seen him watching me training in the swimming pool back at school, thinking he was just being a supportive member of faculty. Now I had to wonder if he didn’t have a different agenda, especially that my mother had packed the wrong swimsuit and I had to train as best I could in a bikini.

  My former Principal forced his cock down my throat as deeply as he could and held it there until I was desperate for air and my face turned beet-red before relinquishing his prized place in my mouth and stepping back. I hadn’t taken more than three deep gulps of air, my whole body rhythmically shaking from the non-stop hard fucking Father Hanson was pounding into it, before the next person took his place.

  Simon, my first kinda-sorta boyfriend shoved his cock into my face before I could even tell him I needed his cum and call him master. I felt Mr O’Shagsey’s hot semen settle in my stomach briefly and the warmth spread all over my body, like I’d drunk a cup of hot chocolate on a winter’s day. What was stranger was the centre of warmth seemed to shift downwards, moving to my womb and spreading its cheery heat from there.

  I had no time to contemplate those feelings, as it was soon overwhelmed by another sharp pinch of my already painfully aroused nipples before the man I recognised as my driving instructor was suckling at my breast as if I was already full of milk to feed my future baby. He got no sustenance if that was what he was after, but his furiously flicking tongue did send a tingle of pleasure into my body, fuelling the strange warmth I already felt.

  “This is what I always wanted to do to you, Tania, fuck your face like you were my little whore,” Simon said. “All those flowers I had to buy, all the dates before getting to second base, all those wasted weeks when you could have been gagging on my cock. I’m going to make you pay me back for all that, Tania.”

  I mumbled something around his relentlessly pumping cock, I wanted to tell him that this is what I had wanted too… I had just been trapped by the idea of ‘how things were supposed to be done’ when we met. Of course, with his hard dick pummelling the back of my throat, none of that message really came out in the form of words, but I think he got the gist of it. I wanted his cum, he was my master, and that was all that was important.

  With Simon’s rigid erection sampling the depths of my throat I couldn’t look down to see anything else, I could still feel an insane number of hands and lips all over me, squeezing, pinching, sucking, nipping and Father Hanson’s ever-pounding cock shaking the medical table and everything on it, namely me.

  I could see the wall behind Simon, beyond his swinging balls that slapped my face every time he bottomed out his cock in my mouth. I could see the shadows of the group of men fucking me cast on that wall as if a bright light was illuminating us. I remembered how I thought Father Hanson had shone with a pure white light when he fucked me the last time, but I had convinced myself that I had hallucinated it due to the incredible ploughing my teen pussy was receiving. Now I wasn’t so sure.

  The definition of the rapidly groping, thrusting and sucking shadows on the wall grew clearer as the light became brighter. This corresponded with Father Hanson’s cock seeming to pulsate even harder with his strange energy. Surrounded by cocks, all for me, impaled at each end with two handfuls of dick, I couldn’t hold back the sudden onslaught of my orgasm even if I had tried.

  I grunted my pleasure around Simon’s cock in what my mother would have called ‘a most unladylike manner’ and felt my pussy muscles contract down on Father Hanson’s rod in time with his strange pulsating energy. I couldn’t watch him directly, but through my squinted eyes I could see the light in the room get even brighter before I felt a torrent of sperm unleashed into my eager womb.

  It was incredible, every splash of cum was like a spark into dry grass, wildfire spread through my body and I felt like I was going to pass out from the ecstasy of it all. I couldn’t believe the sheer quantity of semen Father Hanson was pumping into me, it was like he’d waited his whole life just t
o breed with me. I knew that wasn’t the case, but I couldn’t shake the idea as spurt after spurt kept splashing into me.

  Simon grabbed my hair with one hand and extracted his cock from my mouth, stroking his cock with his free hand as he pointed it at my face. I was gasping for breath, barely able to remember the last time he had let me breathe, as the first spurt from my ex splashed straight past my lips and landed on the roof of my mouth, my head still thrown back and, hence, upside down.

  I swallowed it quickly and greedily and opened my mouth for more, thinking about how the first time we’d had sex his seed had been wasted in a condom. None of his other jets of cum hit me in the mouth though, it was like he’d wanted me to have a taste of his creamy seed, but wanted to see my fresh teen face ruined by the rest of his load.

  “Fuck yeah, that’s how I want to remember you, Tania, as my little cumslut,” he said as he shook off the last drop of semen onto my face and stepped back into the crowd.

  I felt a stream of cum flowing over my hand and, for the first time in a while free to move my head, looked down to see my swim coach’s cock pumping through my fingers as he eked out his orgasm. I watched breathlessly and in wonder as the rivulet of cum he had ejaculated on to me seemed to evaporate and leave my skin free from any evidence of his cumshot.

  That’s not what was happening though, I could still feel the warmth of his load on my hand and it began to travel up my arm, through my body and ended up in my womb, I felt a similar sensation from the load of cum on my face. It was like the sperm couldn’t be stopped in their hunt for my eggs, seeking out my womb no matter where on my body they were deposited.

  Between my legs was the man I used to buy candy from at the corner store near my parents’ house. I hadn’t even felt Father Hanson extract himself, how could I have missed that? Even as that thought passed through my head my Doctor stepped up and came on my tits, slapping his cock against my firm teen mound to get every last drop out. Mr. Kokinos groaned and I felt the second load of cum splash inside my slit, the store-owner looked like he was releasing years of frustration as he pounded his cock inside my well-abused little pussy.

  I lost track of all the cum ejected on and in my body after that point. Man after man stepped up and took a place in my mouth, in my hands, in my pussy, and some even used my ass. No matter where they came, though, it all went straight to my fertile womb, seeking out my eggs, a vast vat of sperm to get me pregnant. I didn’t know how it was possible, or how I knew that… but I did.

  Finally the boy who used to deliver our newspaper when I was young, all grown up now, yelled a primal scream of lust and release, telling me about what a perfect little fuck toy I was as he came in the depths of my asshole and pumped his seed into me. When he was done, he turned and walked out the door and I realised that I was the only one left in the room.

  Father Hanson was gone for the time being too. I prayed to God that I wouldn’t let him down again but I could feel the veritable lake of semen inside me and couldn’t imagine escaping pregnancy from it even if I had wanted to. Exhausted, I closed my eyes and slept the sleep of the truly righteous.

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  So Many Daddies 1

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  It's Jenna's wedding day and she's invited all her Mother's current and previous husbands to attend the special event. When her new fin-law gets frisky on the dance floor at the reception and her husband passes out, what's a girl to do?

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  I always imagined my wedding night would be something exceptional but there is no way I could ever have anticipated just how incredible it turned out to be. I had a somewhat unusual upbringing, my Mom was what you may have called a serial monogamist. She has been married four times herself, first to my Dad, Blair. After that I had a string of step-dads while I was growing up, all of whom I became very close to. Trent, Roy and the one she was still married to on the day of my wedding, Shane.

  They’d all played such a big part in my life that I had stayed in touch with all of them and even invited each of them to the wedding, hoping it wouldn’t be too awkward. After careful tinkering with the seating arrangements I had them all as spatially distant as possible so they wouldn’t be forced to socialise with each other if they didn’t want to. As it turned out, I needn’t have worried about that at all.

  The wedding was wonderful, I was so proud of my new husband, Mike. I’ll never forget our first dance at the reception, I felt like I was living in some kind of fairy tale. Unfortunately, as the night wore on I began to get anxious about how much Mike was drinking. He had a lot of friends at the wedding that he hadn’t seen in years, they’d flown in from overseas to make the occasion and they kept plying him with alcohol until I was practically carrying him around the dance floor.

  Throughout the night I noticed my various step dads gravitating towards the same table and they appeared to strike up a friendly conversation that turned into loud laughter and clinking glasses as they occasionally looked towards my mother, who was flittering around the room like the social butterfly she always has been. There was little doubt in my mind the kinds of things they were talking about, but at least they were hitting it off rather than hitting each other.

  I guess they just didn’t have that jealous streak in them, I wish I could say the same about myself. Growing up I always thought my Mom was the most beautiful woman in the world and the guys she married only affirmed that perception, they were all gorgeous men. When I became old enough to know what all the grunting and squeaking springs in their room at night meant my jealously only grew. Looking back on it now, I guess deep down I wanted revenge for all those nights of interrupted sleep and wishing I was her.

  We were still dancing when one of Mike’s friends brought him a shot of tequila. The word ‘No’ was barely out of my mouth before the tequila was down his throat and he coughed and spluttered a bit and started looking slightly green. The sickly colour passed to the cheers of his friend who invited him to the open bar for another and a quick talk to catch up on old times. With a slurred assurance that he would be back soon my new husband left me high and dry on the dance floor on our wedding night!

  I pondered what to do for a moment before Mike’s Dad, Phil, my new father-in-law, stepped in and asked if he could ‘have this dance’. I happily accepted, not wanting to feel like the fifth wheel at my own wedding. It was obvious to anybody that Mike and Phil were closely related. Mike was almost the dictionary definition of tall, dark and handsome whereas his father was tall, dark with a hint of grey at the temples and equally handsome.

  The reasonably fast-paced pop song that had been playing ended and a slow romantic track started. The various couples on the dance floor got close and swayed in time with the beat so, with a mutual shrug, Phil and I put our arms around each other and did the same. I must admit that I lost myself in the music while I had my head resting against Phil’s chest, imagining that the song was about me as we slowly swayed around the dance flo
or.

  As the first slow song melted into the next I swore I began to feel a distinct hardness pressing into my belly as we moved around. It was impossible to say, the material of my wedding dress wasn’t especially thin so I tried to dismiss it as a figment of my imagination. I couldn’t seem to shake the idea though, was that really my Father-in-Law’s hard dick poking into me?

  Perhaps the fact that Phil and Mike were so similar, practically identical twins a generation apart, played a part in what I did next. Perhaps I had also had too much to drink that night. Either way, I’d been anticipating my wedding night for as long as I could remember and I was ravenously horny from the moment I woke up anyway.

  I let myself slip into a fantasy that Phil was Mike and began subtly rubbing my body up and down against him as we danced. My boobs squashed against him and his cock, there was no more mistaking it, became even harder against my stomach. I slowly raised my eyes to look into his. He was looking down on me with unconcealed lust, his speech from earlier about having gained a daughter obviously a distant memory.

  I licked my lips and I probably would have given him an inappropriate kiss right there if my Mom hadn’t interrupted to tell me she was going to bed and give me one last hug and congratulations before leaving for her room. There was some accommodation available in the same building that we were holding the reception at, so I’d made sure my Mom had the room next to where Mike and I would be ‘sleeping’. For once I wanted her to be jealous of me, I would have moved the bed so the headboard would bang on the right wall if I had to.

  I turned back to Phil, hoping to resume my little fantasy while I waited for his son to make it a reality and glanced down at my beautiful wedding dress. It wasn’t unsuitable for the occasion but I did get a dress that accentuated my best physical assets, my large and perky breasts, and the cleavage was a bit deeper than a typical bride would go for. Combined with the latest and greatest in push-up bra technology and I could see by the look in Phil’s eye that he was imagining sliding his dick between them. Boys will be boys no matter what their age I supposed, not that I was doing anything to discourage him!