Take All of It September 2019

by Scarlett Skyes

  “No, it’s not…”

  “It’s not what?” asked John, from just the other side of the curtain.

  “It shouldn’t be wrong to admit I want you to take my virginity, I’ve been thinking about getting fucked a lot lately… fucking hell, what’s going on, Daddy? I’m not supposed to say these… these things.”

  John pulled the curtain back and swung himself in to sit next to me. “I don’t know, Gail. It’s like, every day I wake up and think about how good it would be to get my cock into you, and then I remember the million reasons why that would be a bad idea. Now all I can think is that you’re beautiful and I’ve wanted to fuck you since you grew up into this sexy young woman, so why not see how hard I can fuck you? I know there must be reasons why not, but they don’t’ seem to matter.”

  I reached out towards his leg, watching in disbelief when I actually laid my hand on it. John did the same to me, an equally incredulous look on his face when he grabbed my inner thigh. I slowly rubbed higher, unable to stop a gasp from escaping my lips when I felt his semi-hard cock through his pants.

  “Is this really happening, Daddy? Can I really touch it?”

  “I’ve wanted it for so long, princess, yes you can touch it.”

  “What about Mom?” I asked as a total afterthought.

  “Uh… I think she’ll understand. You’re a sexy little fucktoy and a man has needs, right?”

  “I… I guess that sounds right,” I said, with a smile. “Call me that again… I like it.”

  “You… are a sexy little fucktoy, the sexiest I’ve ever seen. Tell me what I’ve wanted to hear, Gail, ask me to fuck you hard.”

  “F-fuck me hard, Daddy,” I said.

  “How hard?”

  “As hard as you can.”

  John leaned in and curled the fingers of his other hand around the back of my neck, pulling me towards him. With a heart beating loud enough that I thought they could probably hear it back on Earth, I realised he was really going to kiss me. The man who had raised me, helped me with my homework, and given me a curfew, had his hand on my thigh and he was going to…

  Our lips touched and a swarm of butterflies fluttered around my stomach, perhaps disturbed by the booming thumps of my heart. John started off gently, shaking slightly. In those little quivers I could feel the not-quite-restrained lust as he fought with his own inner turmoil. Oh, the things he must be thinking about doing to his little girl.

  Soon though, that forbidden contact fuelled the passion he’d been holding back and turned into the deepest kiss I’d ever had. My thundering heart demanded more air, but John was unrelenting. When we finally parted, I let out a wavering little moan that sounded almost like a whimper before biting my bottom lip and trying to catch my breath.

  When I felt his hand moving up my thigh to cup my sex through my pants, the voice of reason inside my head told me to shut my legs and stop him. Instead, I moved my knees apart, giving my step-father all the room he could need to do whatever he wanted with me.

  The palm of his hand pressed against me, hard, and our eyes locked as he explored my body in a way we’d never dared dream would happen. I tentatively moved my hand upwards and felt the huge bulge that had formed in his pants, the evidence of the rock hard cock underneath.

  It was the first stiff dick I’d felt with my hands. Former boyfriends had rubbed against me when dancing or when making out, but I’d never actually laid my hands on one before.

  At that moment in time, I couldn’t think of why. It felt so good, like something I wanted to hold and explore, feel inside me, kiss, lick, everything. It felt like something that should have been the very centre of my universe for quite a while now.

  John carefully manoeuvred himself into mid-air, taking advantage of the zero gravity to push his pants down and off before swinging back down to the bed and reaching out to the back of my head, grabbing a firm fistful of my hair and pulling me close so that he could whisper harshly in my ear.

  “Suck. My. Cock.”

  “OK, Daddy.”

  He didn’t need to ask twice, the instant his pants were taken off I was fixated on that glorious piece of pleasure equipment between his legs. Straight, hard and perfect, I was left in no doubt as to why I sometimes overheard people calling him Long John Silver. It wasn’t because he sailed the high seas.

  After a lick of my lips, I bent over and planted a kiss on the head of his cock and smiled when it twitched in response. I did it again and got the same result, and a bead of some clear fluid appeared at the very tip. Tentatively, I stuck out my tongue and tasted it.

  “Mmmm, Daddy,” I said. There was nothing else I could think of to say, but I think he got the point. I swirled my tongue all around the head of his hard shaft, savouring the taste of him, of what I remembered was called pre-cum.

  Startling slightly, I grabbed his rigid cock in the middle of the shaft when a pleasurable little spasm threatened to send me spiralling out of control to the other side of the sleeping quarters. John held firm with his hand in my hair, which hurt a little. Not a lot, but enough to remind me of the control he had over me… enough to turn me on even more.

  I parted my lips and, with his pressure on the back of my head, took his cock into my mouth while my lower body floated in mid-air between my bunk and the bed on the other side of the small enclosed area. John braced himself with one hand on the bottom of the bunk above and his feet planted firmly on the ground as he slowly fucked my face.

  For a moment I thought about the camera that pointed right between the beds, but the objection was dismissed easily. What’s the worst that could happen? There were no concrete consequences that I could think of, just a wonderful cock for me to enjoy so why not enjoy it?

  That’s when I felt another pair of hands on my legs as somebody’s hips brushed against my inner thighs. I was about to turn around to see what was going on when I heard Michael’s voice.

  “Look at her ass, just look at it. I swear to God, John, I don’t mean any disrespect or anything, but I’ve wanted to fuck your daughter since that barbeque at your place. I could have sworn she was gagging for it, but I didn’t think you’d be raising any slut.”

  “I didn’t think I was either, but you’d have had to wait your turn if I had thought I could get away with it.”

  Michael held on with one hand curled around my hip, the other squeezing my ass hard, groping me as if he was beginning to let out months of frustration. I moaned directly on my step-daddy’s cock when Michael pulled himself forward until I felt his hardness pushing through our respective clothing.

  “Oh fuuuck, Gail,” John breathed.

  I looked up at him as I continued to suck, and then moaned again, louder this time, seeing his eyes roll back in bliss for a split-second before he shut them. I blushed with pride and silently congratulated myself on doing such a good job on my first try. John was an older man and, with a cock like this, no doubt vastly more experienced than I was, so it did my heart good to be able to give him so much pleasure.

  Michael pushed himself against me so hard I had to pop John’s dick out of my mouth for a second to gasp. Something told me that it was incredibly wrong to let myself be used by older men for their pleasure, but I didn’t know why and I was feeling pretty good too anyway.

  “Your friend is rubbing his cock on my pussy, Daddy, is it OK?”

  “As long as you keep on sucking me off like that, princess, I couldn’t care less. And it looks like you’ll be getting all the attention you could want in a second.”

  I was going to ask him what he meant, but he pushed me back down on his cock, the throbbing head mashing against my lips for a moment before I parted them again, sucking him back into exactly where he wanted to be. It was a short-lived mystery anyway, as I soon felt somebody’s bare cock in one hand, while somebody else tugged my other hand away from John’s manhood, to bring it to their own.

  I didn’t know which dick belonged to which astronaut, but they both felt amazing. They were so hard
for me… me!

  Michael began tugging my pants down, taking my panties with them and exposing my pussy to a man for the first time since I was old enough to want a cock in it. The astronaut muttered some combinations of curse words and affirmatives that I couldn’t entirely make out before flinging my clothes to the side. I could just see them coasting straight out the door towards the cargo hold from the corner of my eye.

  “I knew it,” said Michael, “her pussy, man, it’s just this perfect little pink slit. I bet she’s tighter than a Scot. I’m going to fuck the ever-loving bejesus out of you, Gail.”

  With both hands full of dick, my step-father fucking my face with ever-increasing power, and my feet floating five feet in the air, I couldn’t get my mouth off John’s cock for even a second to ask if it would hurt. More clothes began floating around the periphery of my vision as Michael disrobed and whatever the others had been wearing joined the field of space-junk.

  John kept thrusting deeper into my mouth and it wasn’t long before I felt the head of his cock touch the back of my throat. I squeezed the two hard shafts in my hands in panic and my face went red with the effort of fighting my gag reflex as Michael began slapping my pussy with what felt like massive example of masculinity.

  My step-father didn’t give me any relief from the assault on the back of my throat, indeed he seemed to want to capitalise on the distraction from the dick-slapping I was receiving between my legs to get as much of his cock into me as he could and as soon as he could. Everything sounded so wet, the dicks in my hands, the squelching at the back of my throat and especially every time that cock hit my pussy.

  Every impact was like a little spark of pleasure as if Michael was trying to start some kind of fire. John gave a sustained push and I squeezed my eyes shut as they began to water. He just couldn’t seem to get it in, no matter how much we both wanted it.

  Then Michael began pressing his thick shaft at the precious entrance I’d guarded like a treasure awaiting a hero worthy of it my whole life and I let out a little squeal of anxiety, surprised at just how much of a stretch it felt like. The strained opening was pushed tighter and tighter by Michael’s girth until I let out another, much louder, squeal around the cock in my mouth when I felt my pussy lips slip over the head, which seemed to clear the way for John’s own long shaft to begin making progress again.

  My eyes flew open in shock at the sensation of all those inches of hard dick being fed into me. John’s manhood slid down my throat slow and smooth, but Michael only paused for a moment at my hymen before spanking my ass and grabbing on tight to power himself home.

  I would have screamed at the mixture of pleasure and pain under normal circumstances, confusion and overwhelming physical sensation wouldn’t have let me keep it in. The solid length of majestic cock plugging my throat did the job though, my nose was soon nuzzled up against John’s pelvis and his balls were against my chin.

  Whoever my crewmates were who were using my hands to jack themselves off were also busily exploring my body, even as I struggled with the sheer volume of dick inside me I squirmed happily at their collective caress, which made my skin tingle in delight. Four, maybe five, older men were all using me for their own pleasure, they wall wanted me. I knew I was supposed to keep my pride and my ego in check… but the idea just felt so damn good!

  However, as Michael began stroking his cock in and out of my virgin pussy, I realised I was going to be made to work for every bit of pleasure I was going to receive. He’d succeeded in setting me ablaze, my entrance was like a ring of fire with a cool undercurrent of pleasure, a promise of things to come.

  As Michael’s thrusts into me began to be punctuated by the steady slap-slap-slap of our bodies meeting, John finally pulled back, letting me breathe again, and I gasped at that precious air as he held his rod and rubbed it all over my lips and face, spreading that heady cocktail of my saliva and his pre-cum all over me.

  He was turning me into a hot panting mess and the way he looked at me told me everything I needed to know. He thought I looked sexy as hell with that mixture smeared on my face, and I wanted him to look at me like that from now until the end of time.

  Michael fucked me harder as John’s cock circled my lips with intent, my body shaking with each impact as the initial fire turned into a hot glow between my legs. Any locks of hair not stuck to my face or held by John floated around my head unfettered by gravity, waving slightly every time that huge dick bottomed out in me.

  “Am I doing OK?” I asked.

  “You’re perfect, baby,” said John, and slid that wondrous shaft back past my lips.

  Once again the head of his cock hit the back of my throat, but with the growing pleasure being pumped into my body by Michael, the knowledge of just how good it felt to let my daddy do what he wanted with me, and the assurance that I’d managed it before, I managed to relax enough for him to basically slide all the way in again.

  All these men pushed and pulled, groped and fucked, and I was tugged every which way. I was the centre of attention, but it was all I could do to try and coordinate my breathing for when the head of John’s cock popped into my mouth, for all other intents and purposes I was a virgin fucktoy for them all, and I loved every second of it.

  That incredible sensation between my legs was beginning to fulfil its promise, it was growing into something amazing, a climax that would make all the orgasms I’d given myself over the years look like almost nothing in comparison.

  Just when I thought I was going to cum right there in front of (or impaled by) all of them, Michael pulled out, and I thought I was going to cry at how close I had been. I soon had other worries to concern myself with though, as I felt him shift his aim to my asshole.

  With a mouthful of thrusting dick, I couldn’t voice my concern. I’d never put so much as a little finger up there before, how could I possibly fit a giant cock? On the other hand, if Michael wanted to fuck my ass then I wanted to let him. I thought he must have his reasons for wanting to do it.

  To my amazement, with the furious pace John was now fucking my face with, I had barely any attention to spare for just how hard Michael had to push to inch his way inside my rear entrance, not if I wanted to keep breathing regularly anyway. As if that wasn’t enough, I was soon reminded of the fifth cock currently in orbit with me.

  It had been explained to me that there was no up or down in space but, regardless, the first thing I thought when I felt that tangle of legs and the second cock to ever touch my pussy lips was that crew member number five must be floating upside down to get his dick to my pussy given the position everybody was in.

  If I thought I had been full of cock before, it was nothing compared to the sensation of Michael easing his way into my ass and this new addition immediately fucking me with wildman intensity. Somehow I managed to fit in grunts of effort and moans of pleasure alongside the gasps for air when John’s face-fucking cock allowed for it.

  It was an utterly unreal feeling, to be completely weightless and the epicentre of so much sexual energy. When Michael’s cock was fully embedded in my ass, I was as amazed as he was, if his depraved comments were anything to go by.

  The three of them each pounded on me to the beat of their own drum, sometimes they were all inside me at the same time, sometimes I was almost empty, but usually it was cock-based-chaos for me. The two in my hands seemed to be getting more excited too, as if they were each approaching their own climaxes.

  Hands, hands everywhere! My shirt was pulled up to my armpits and my bra unsnapped, giving access to my bare breasts for the first time, and it felt like dozens of hands took advantage of that, squeezing my teen mounds and tweaking my nipples to rapt attention until everything was a blur of pleasure and dull fire.

  John was fucking my mouth with reckless abandon, forcing my head down with every thrust, when I finally felt his cock twitch and he held my face against his body, my lips around the base of his manhood as a torrent of semen was unleashed directly down my throat.


  After the first spurt, John began thrusting again, more sporadically. Every stroke of his cock was capped off by another twitch and jet of cum until the creamy flavour of it filled my mouth and I swirled the sticky white gold all around the head of his cock as some primal instinct told me what the man of my house would like.

  The look of peace and satisfaction on John’s face was beyond description, he let go of the bunk with his spare hand and stroked my face as he continued to slowly pump his cock in and out of my throat, eking every last bit of glowing pleasure he could from me. Without him holding on, the tangle of astronauts fucking a virgin girl slowly floated about the sleeping quarters, with each person pushing off the walls or bunks when we got too close.

  Somehow we squeezed through the doorway into the cargo hold, our bodies an absolute cacophony of slapping, squelching, groaning and panting, as I was driven right back to the brink of that cataclysmic orgasm I’d been so close to before. Somebody flicked a finger back and forth across my clit in the midst of all this and I knew I was done for.

  I briefly remembered that the cargo hold was loaded with cameras, it was where I’d had my zero-g flying lessons. If anybody was watching the live streams they’d be able to see me getting fucked everywhere I could be fucked, from any angle they wanted, at the click of a button.

  I had a vague sense that there might be some reasons I wouldn’t want my teachers, my classmates, my modelling agency and my mom seeing me get gangbanged in space while I worshipped my step-father’s cock with kisses and licks, but what could they possibly be? I figured everybody was probably busy doing something else and not watching anyway and then my climax abruptly ended my ability to think with words.

  All my muscles clenched and released with wave after wave of pleasure, none more prominent than the ones in my inexperienced pussy, quivering and gripping at the second cock it had ever known like it never wanted to let go. Somebody let loose with an especially breathless grunt and I felt my fertile depths flooded with copious amounts of semen as countless spurts were unloaded inside me.