by Candy Quinn
My eyes fluttered shut, and I didn’t get to see it when Toby began to thrust into me, causing me a pang of unexpected pain as he found my virginity intact.
Toby let loose such a deep, husky groan as he sank into me, shredding my innocence as he dove right to the very depths of my womanhood. His dick throbbed, stretching my canal as he lay there, at my utmost depths, pulsating with desire.
It was all so intense, I clamped my lips around Damien and found myself flicking my tongue against his tip as I cried out against his fleshy rod. Their two shafts split me in each end, like a spit through me over a fire of my own desire.
Toby began to thrust before I could start to regain control of my own mind, his bare, hard cock tugging back so that my slick lips clung to him, only to push back into me again. His hips rocking harder as he began to fuck me for the first time. And all the while, I could glimpse Suzie beside me, sweaty and panting as she was already on her second bareback fuck of the evening.
I was lost in a daze, just doing what came naturally, sucking Damien like he was a lollipop as my legs spread wider and wider to let Toby in deeper. Each thrust was like a pleasured pain, but it was so good. Just what I’d been looking for for so long and didn’t know. My cheerleading skirt was flipped up over my hips as Toby grabbed my ankles just around the bobby socks, lifting my legs until they were spread so wide.
I was really flexible, and he seemed to be using that to his advantage, fucking me deeper and deeper and I was silenced on Damien’s cock. Thought when I flicked my eyes back at Suzie, instead I saw Chase, looking right at me, his grin widening as his gaze trailed over my stiff nipple, down to my swollen, pink sex.
He’d just fucked Suzie, and had her suckling on his dick, but there he stood, staring at me as if I was all he fancied. Oh, Suzie still nursed on his dick, licking and suckling it, but he stared right at me, watching me intensely even though my best friend was getting fucked wild beside me, her much bigger tits bouncing.
It was all so fascinating, so exciting, that I almost didn’t notice when Toby hit his climax, and he tensed up and blew his load into my unprotected cunny. Something I probably should’ve been watching out for, but was far too late now. He groaned and arched his spin, pushing out his rock hard chest as he emptied his seed into my fertile depths.
“C’mon man,” Damien said, plucking his dick from my mouth with a moist pop. “My turn,” he said, urging Toby out of me, though it was clear he didn’t care to part our loins just yet. He did it all the same though, shuddering as my pussy lips clung to his dick as he pulled back, and white semen dribbled out of me.
I whimpered, my back hitting the mattress as I took the moment to catch my breath, to find my grounding and just try to cope with what was happening.
But I was so horny. I’d never felt so crazy with lust before, and all my worries and inhibitions slipped away. All that remained was my desperate desire to be fucked.
I looked at Toby, then Damien, my legs still held wide open so crassly, cum painting my pussy white as I sucked in several deep breaths. “I need more,” I managed, my hands reaching out to draw Toby closer to my face.
Damien’s saliva-glistening shaft was so eager for me, he showed no hesitation at sinking into my cum-stained pussy, the wet squelching noises filling the air alongside his moans of pleasure as he became my second. He took hold of my thighs, lifted my knees to his hips and began to thrust just as Toby had done, all while Toby himself came up, cock in hand to let me lick our combined fluids from his shaft.
I was tentative at first, uncertain on the taste, but then it became like an addiction, and I started suckling him, freeing him of that wetness. He felt so good, still so hard in my hand and against my tongue, and I ground in against Damien, taking him in so deep. I wasn’t feeling any pain any longer, and I wanted more.
Ryan, meanwhile, was grunting, and I knew he was getting close to finishing in Suzie, and it only took another couple thrusts before he let out a bellowing roar of pleasure and Suzie’s scream was stifled on Chase’s dick.
Watching the three of them was almost as satisfying as my own little trio on the other side of the bed, but Damien was building up his pace, and my own pleasure was rising. I watched through hazy vision as Chase plucked his dick from Suzie’s mouth, and walked around the bed.
He watched me getting fucked by Damien, and reached out, slowly trailing his hand over my chest, across my flat breasts, tweaking my right nipple just briefly before he let his fingers wander down… and began to work my sensitive clit. Suddenly, the whole situation changed. And while Damien was panting and groaning as he neared his climax, I too was losing all sight of the world around me as orgasm came on fast, and hard.
My pussy clenched around Damien’s dick, my entire body tightening like a knot as my back arched. I’d never been touched before that night, and then there were three guys, all working to pleasure me. The scent of sex was thick in the air and maybe that was what finally pushed me over the edge.
I moaned, my tongue and mouth vibrating around Toby’s still hard cock. It was like there were fireworks going off inside of me, all of my nerves and muscles feeling so much more receptive, filled with pleasurable sensations as my pussy started gushing warm honey around Damien’s cock.
Damien and me came together, his seed spilling into me where Toby’s had gone before, and me squealing and writhing beneath him as Chase worked my sensitive clit so masterfully. It was wild, and I knew I must’ve looked like a sweaty mess, same as Suzie next to me.
I lay there as I came down from my explosive high, and Suzie shifted beside me, grinning over at me as she breathed heavily, her dress having become little more than a belt around her waist as she drooled cum all over the bed from her now gaping pussy.
“C’mon,” she said to me so fiendishly. “Take another,” she said, and her glance towards Chase, let me know who she meant as she edged nearer to me, took my head and leaned in, her lips hovering so near to mine.
My eyelids fluttered and a small part of me wanted to pull away. I mean, I’d never kissed a girl and hadn’t really thought about it. But then, I hadn’t thought about letting three men fuck me bare without any birth control either.
Her mouth pressed against mine, the taste of our pussies and the dicks we’d taken intermingling as her tongue massaged mine. She was softer about it than the guys were, and I felt lost for a few moments before suddenly there was another cock at my pussy. I didn’t even know who, though I imagined it was Chase.
There were hands on my breasts, on my waist, all over my body as we all moved closer, becoming and intermingling mass rather than two separate ones.
Suzie and me made out sweetly, as my body was rocked by Chase’s fucking. His dick was big, the biggest of the lot I think, and he’d just finished fucking Suzie earlier, but he felt rock solid as he pressed on in to my depths, filling me so wonderfully.
I watched as Toby got atop Suzie, just as he had me, and we shared men just as we swapped spit. The two of us getting pumped and fucked, side by side as we kissed and made out. It was intense, and my world swirled, especially as I heard Ryan shuffle about to my side of the bed, and knew he was waiting for a go at my pussy too.
I felt so turned on, even after my orgasm, and it was like nothing would ever be enough. Even as Chase started fucking me harder than any of them, jostling my body with every thrust. The sounds of his body slapping against mine filled the room, and it hurt, but it felt so good at the same time.
I whimpered against Suzie’s tongue and she pulled away, looking at me devilishly as she shifted, getting on all fours and letting Toby pound into her doggy style as she brought her teeth to my nipple, tugging on it harshly.
“Ow!” I cried, though she didn’t relent, and the pain started feeling really good.
The two of them working upon my flesh was so overwhelming, the finest feeling of the evening by far. Chase made my pussy feel like it might burst with pleasure, while Suzie made the rest of me feel electric with her biting
and kissing.
I couldn’t handle it, simply couldn’t! And Chase pounded me into another climax, and a gush of honey coated his dick and balls as my whole world seemed to blackout. And I gasped and flailed as he groaned and came in me, adding his load to the mix of cum in my cunny as the lot of us all panted and rutted for long into the night.
I don’t really know how much time passed, all of us lost to the sins of the flesh, in touching and pleasuring one another. It felt like an eternity and yet hardly any time at all, and I every part of my body ached but it was a good ache. An ache I’d grow to crave.
Though now that I’m pregnant, that’s a bit harder to muster. It wasn’t the last time I did something like that. After that first night, I was begging Suzie to bring me back for another ‘party’, and honestly... I have no clue who the father is.
I guess they all assumed I was on the pill like Suzie was, but after it got out that I was a virgin, they must’ve figured it out, because I was very, very popular for the next few months.
Once I have the baby, I might have to settle down a little bit, become more responsible.
Though I couldn’t see myself stopping those parties, not for good.
I mean, the guys keep inviting me back even though I’m so swelled up with child already. They can’t get enough of me. Suzie worried they might lose interest in me when I got back, but far from it! Seems they’re even wilder than before, and I keep getting whispered requests to be the first to fuck me after the baby’s born.
I have no idea who I’d pick though… there’s so many great guys to choose from!
His Brat’s Fertile First Time: Avril
Book Themes:
Step-Relations, Taboo, Virgin, and Breeding
Word Count:
4,881
“Listen,” Avril whispered to Samantha. “You can totally hear them fucking.”
Samantha made a face, but then, she’d always been more immature than her best friend, Avril. Even though they were both eighteen, Samantha still preferred watching Disney movies to pornos, a sentiment that Avril simply didn’t understand.
Avril was blonde, blue eyed, and had an incredible figure she never hesitated to show off. Even lounging around in her bedroom on a Sunday afternoon she was still in short shorts and a blue bikini top. Samantha looked much the same, but her sundress was practically a church outfit and her blonde hair was tied back into two braided pigtails.
“This is his fifth one, this week,” Avril whispered again, her head pressed to the wall that she and her dad shared.
“Isn’t it kind of messed up that you listen to your step-father like this?” asked Samantha from the other side of the room, flipping through a magazine.
Cyril had been her stepfather since Avril was a toddler, and her birth mother had died a couple years ago. Now he was bringing home a string of floozies but he wouldn’t settle on any of them for more than a couple of weeks at a time.
Avril just figured he was lonely, and since she was heading off to college in a month, it was getting worse every day.
Thud. Thud. Thud.
The woman was panting louder, and the thin walls did little to keep the whole house from hearing, but Cyril was quiet. He knew Avril was home and he was trying to be respectful. Or, Avril thought, maybe he was just ashamed of his behaviour.
Samantha looked up from the glossy pages and tilted her head at Avril when she saw the expression on her friend’s face. She was worrying her lower lip between her teeth, and the way she was straddling the pillow and grinding against it was anything but subtle.
“Avril!” Samantha gasped, her lip curling in disgust.
Avril stopped humping the pillow for a moment and let out a soft sigh, her cheeks flushing with just a tinge of shame. “Maybe you should go,” she murmured, averting her eyes from her friend's.
“I will! God, call me when you’re over...whatever this is!" Samantha practically threw the magazine back on the table and stomped out the door. "He’s your fucking step-father, you perv!”
But as Samantha stormed down the stairs and slammed the door behind her, Avril didn’t stop. She reached for the vibrator in her nightstand and caressed it lovingly. It was stubby and purple, and of all the fancier ones she’d tried, this little guy was her favourite. It could bring her an earth shattering orgasm in twenty seconds or less, if she let it.
Her dad and the other woman had been at it for a good ten minutes, at least. Or, rather, that was when he’d closed the door. She’d only recently started hearing those tell tale sounds of pleasure, and as she turned the little knob on the toy, she skipped past the lower settings.
She wanted to cum, hard and fast. She spread her long, slender legs, unbuttoned her jean shorts, and stuck the vibrator between the cotton of her panties and the denim. She jolted at the sensation, biting back a gasp. She pulled the vibrator back for a second, letting her catch her breath before pushing it back right to her clit, letting out a loud, obvious moan.
She knew her dad could hear her, and that only made it better. It made her hornier, even. She ground her toned body, gyrating her hips and presenting her clit more and more to those pleasant, electric buzzes.
The moans in the other room softened, and Avril knew they’d heard her. That just made her go louder, her pants and cries and moans so genuine as she teased herself to the brink and held back, time and time again.
It was such a tease, hearing him fuck other women, over and over again and never having anyone of her own. She’d lost interest in all men when her mom died, and only her father had reignited her desire, her need, for sex.
When she finally let herself cum, it sent her body into convulsions, bursting freely after being denied the pleasure so many times, there was nothing but silence in the other room. A few moments later there was the quiet sound of her dad’s door closing, followed by the main entrance, and then they were all alone. Each of them in their separate rooms, coming to terms with what had just happened.
It was still hot out that evening, the sun gone down but the heat it left remaining stubbornly. When Avril came downstairs from her room she found her father dressed for what looked to be another date.
He was a handsome man, with a rock hard body, broad shoulders, a well-trimmed beard with stylish hair, and all upon a tall, masculine frame. His skin was a light sandy colour, enhanced by so much time in the sun while sporting.
Standing there in his black European cut pants and blazer, he looked good. Easily ready to steal the heart of whatever woman he was about to go out with.
Avril couldn't help but feel her own pang for him, his hair long and wavy, so thick and lustrous, his beard so soft and well-groomed. The clothes less than expensive than they looked, but tailor fit to his form. He looked like a distinguished business man, off on some million dollar deal yet she hardly regretted that she was still waltzing around in her blue bikini top and the jean shorts that did so little to hide her ass. She couldn’t help that she was absolutely shameless.
“Don’t tell me you’re going out again,” Avril pouted, her arms folded beneath her generous chest.
She wasn’t sure what was intentionally luring about her actions anymore, and what was pure accident. But the way her arms pressed beneath her bust, pushing those ample mounds up higher, drew her father’s eyes immediately as he turned towards her.
It was one of those moments she caught him staring blatantly at her, the male lust in his gaze unmistakable, even though he’d never before hinted at feeling it another way.
“What’s the matter?” he said in his gravelly voice, so rough and masculine. “You don’t want me to go out?” he raised a singular brow, his strong-jawed face staring at her questioningly, the way he looked at her made it so hard to tell him anything but the raw truth. It made it so difficult to lie to her father about anything all those years together.
Especially after they became the only two people in their house. It wasn’t a tiny place, but at the same time, it seemed impossible to not trip over each
other on their way from one room to the next.
And though she should have instinctually become more modest as he saw his gaze drop, even without the lust igniting it, she relented. Her fingers tapped against her rib cage as she pressed them up higher, the metallic sheen of the bikini reflecting the low light in the kitchen.
“I’m bored when you’re gone,” she sighed, though it was a shitty lie. She always went over to a girlfriend’s house, or had someone over. A girl like Avril was rarely alone long, though she’d not had a boyfriend since her mom passed.
Her father stepped in close to her, reaching out with one of his large, strong hands to clasp her bicep. It was a reassuring hold he’d done a thousand times before, but with her arms pressed to her breasts so fully, she felt a brief brush of his thumb against her bikini top as he rubbed her soothingly.
“Gonna miss your old man, are you?” he asked in that husky voice of his, looking down at her--rather, down at the pillowy mounds of ripe tits that presented themselves so beautifully.
He was so close she could smell him. Not his cologne, he didn’t wear any. He was a clean man, but he had a certain scent to him, masculine and reassuring. The scent of a father, of a rugged outdoorsman. Of a virile man.
And though she was tall, he was taller still, and she had to tilt her head back a bit to look at him.
This was the man who had quite obviously heard her masturbating to his tryst, and they both knew it. His closeness took on new significance and her nipples hardened beneath the slinky material.
“You’re always gone now,” Avril pouted.
Her father stared down at her, his handsome face frozen in silence for a while as he took her in. His ripe young baby girl, so sweet and yet so sultry, whether she was trying to be or not.
His piercing gaze took note of those twin peaks of her nipples, prominent as they were through the thin fabric of her bikini. The knowledge made her heart race. It was so very wrong, but she couldn't help her desires for him.