by Candy Quinn
Her pristine, pale flesh tanned red beneath my hand so quickly, her sensitive body prickling with pain as she cried out again and again, each crack of my palm making that gorgeous girl teeter forward on her slender limbs and reel back in.
It was easy to see that the intensity of my punishment was a bit hard for her to take, but she never relented, never showed a sign of failing me. She was a beautiful work of art, and I was making my mark upon her as she cried out.
I didn’t want to take it too far. This was a ballet, and one that I knew needed time before it reached the final, beautiful, marvelous act. I enjoyed every moment of it as I brought my hand down once more, softer this time though it still met her skin with a loud crack.
“Because it’s your first time, sweet Angel, I’ll let you off if you say sorry.”
She was whimpering, quivering before me upon all fours as she did her best to topple face first into the blankets.
“I’m sorry!” she said with little hesitation, her voice wavering a little with the pain she felt rising through her throat into her words. “Please, I’m sorry!” she bleated like a white little lamb.
She couldn’t see my smile, or what those words did to me.
I had to watch my breathing so that it didn’t get away from me, and I stroked her thigh tenderly.
“It wasn’t all that bad, was it?”
“N-no, Sir,” she said to me through trembling lips, the pretty little thing clearly enjoying it despite her delicate nature. Her flushed cheeks betrayed the depths of that sweet woman’s reluctant interest.
She bit down upon her pouty lower lip, suckled upon it so sweetly as she knelt there before me. Looking utterly desperate for me to claim her, make her my own.
I couldn’t help myself. I wanted to see her, and I wanted her to see me.
My hand went to her cheek, guiding her with such a tender, yet commanding, touch before my fingers wrapped around the back of her head, unveiling her to me like a delicate present.
I could see the moisture in her eyes beaded between her long, curves lashes as they fluttered and her gaze shut.
I then guided her towards my mouth.
I wanted to taste her, to feel the warmth of her worried lips against mine as she trembled. My other hand went to her shoulder, holding her aloft.
Those soft lips were pressed to mine, so perfectly smooth and damp. It was such a delight, the loveliest pair of lips I did ever kiss, and I could’ve savoured them for hours.
That sweet girl made kissing feel new and interesting again, like it weren’t the prelude to something but the whole show. Intensely satisfying and exciting.
Especially with how her little tongue probed mine, testing it out, tasting me as well. I couldn’t hide the fact that I throbbed beneath my pants at her enthusiasm, at the way she was eager for me despite the pink hue of her perfect ass.
The warm, tropical wind blew the curtains inwards, filling the air with the scent of sand and the ocean, the sound of foreign birds calling in the distance. It was the perfect vacation atmosphere with her kissing me so delicately.
I pulled back, coiling my hand around her ear, thumb rubbing along her cheek.
“How did you envision losing your virginity, Angel?”
Her eyes fluttered open once more and she looked at me, anxiously gnawing her lower lip a moment before she mustered up the courage to answer me.
“A strong, handsome older man… who guides me, takes me from behind,” she swallowed anxiously. “I’ve resisted temptation...” she said, and I could feel the need in her words. She’d been a good girl for so long; too long.
My hand roamed over her face, tenderly, just getting a sense of that softness of her cheek, down over her jaw and further towards her throat as I smiled.
That’s another reason I love these arrangements. They’re mutually beneficial. There’s no drama for them in giving away their virginity, no boy that’s going to play games or judge her for not knowing what to do.
It was simple, and pure, and again I throbbed in my pants as I motioned towards the head of the bed.
“Crawl back into place, honey. What have you done with others, mmm?”
She obediently got back into place, her alabaster skin so perfect and smooth, such sweet glimpses up her dress skirt as she faced away from me, towards the headboard.
“Just… some touching and making out,” she said, sounding oh so embarrassed. Her naivety worn like a mark of shame rather than pride, because she was a little too old to be carrying around that innocence still.
My hand traced over her still stinging ass and she flinched, but stayed right where I wanted her. I trailed my finger along the handprint, teasing it as I spoke.
“I’m going to lift my rule for just a little while, Angel. I want to hear every little thought, every little word, said aloud, alright?”
She bit her lip and nodded adamantly, choosing to agree with me silently in such an odd manner. As if not sure what to do with the newfound freedom I’d given her at first.
“Yes Sir,” she said, and I could sense her pushing back against my palm just a little bit. Feel the heat not only from her reddened cheek, but from her cunny so close by.
“I… I—” she stammered, struggling with confessing dirty feelings aloud. “I can’t help but imagine what you’ll feel like. Inside me,” she added on, those last words such a faint whisper.
I leaned back on the bed, my heart beating faster at her shy confession. Was there anything in this world sweeter than an innocent woman speaking dirty?
I licked my lips as I brought my hand along the cusp of her ass, touching her tenderly, teasing towards her slit.
“What else, Angel?”
As my hand neared that cunny of hers, I felt her shudder and heard her give a sweet whimper.
“I— I want you to touch me,” she said, her voice a little strained with desire. “I don’t want to be ignorant of it all! I don’t want to be a virgin anymore,” she confessed in such sweet tones, some of her warm slickness touching my fingers as I neared her quim.
I granted her a brush of my fingers against her smooth, shaven slit. She was absolutely soaking wet, and I couldn’t help but feel a little bit of pride.
“You’re going to have to do better than that, sweetness,” I said lowly, just to tease her. To test how far she was willing to go, to see which desperation was worse for her.
She gave a suffering groan, so girlish and soft. It was filled with want and frustration.
“Please,” she said, eyes shut, neck arched back as her spine curved in a feline sort of manner. “I want to feel you! Your… your cock,” she said, her pale cheeks turning such a deep red as she begged for what she’d never known.
I brushed the back of my fingers against her pussy once more, just enjoying the slippery, smooth feel of her sex. I wanted her to reach her brink, and I knew she was already growing close. She didn’t have the words to voice what she really wanted.
“Raw though, right Angel? You want the real thing?”
She was flustered, but she nodded, her vibrant hair bouncing with the motion.
“Y-yes! I don’t want my first time spoiled,” she said, arching her spine deeper and daring to press her needful cunny back against my fingers just the slightest bit. “I want you to make my first time perfect. Just like I always dreamed! Nothing in between us…” those last words uttered with such a lusty tone.
I intended to laugh, but it came out as more of a growl as I rubbed her pussy, up along her labia and towards her clit, circling there.
“And you want me to cum in you, don’t you, Angel? To always have that link to me?”
It was easy to see she’d never been touched directly there before, because as my fingers teased her clit she moaned, shuddered and struggled to resist a flail from the intensity of her nerves being prodded.
“Y-yes! Cum in me! I want it to be real! Complete!” she begged me, that tone of desire unmistakable, unfakeable.
And I wanted to reward h
er for her good behaviour, but not before I rubbed that bundle of nerves once more, dragging my hand down along her slit and prying her inner labia open. I just wanted to see that perfect, pristine cunny before I filled her up.
She mewled for me as I inspected that perfect, pink slit. The hymen narrow, too taut for her to have been penetrated before. The proof of her virginity right there before me, promising such a tight squeeze when I finally sank into that cunny.
“Please,” she begged again. “I don’t know if I can wait any longer!”
What a sweetheart. I normally didn’t like being rushed, but I was only a man, and her dulcet voice was driving me just as wild. Not to mention the sweet scent of her arousal.
I pulled back and brought my clean hand to my trousers, unbuttoning my pants before standing. I then went to my shirt, watching her as I undid it, letting her see as I throbbed beneath my cotton trousers before I finally stripped.
Watching her squirm, I could see her struggle with resisting moving, her blue eyes flicking to the side even as she tried her best to avoid doing so. She wanted to see my cock. Gaze upon it, know what was about to fill her. And she caught a good glimpse of its thick, vein-lined shaft, pulsating with desire for her. And it made her whimper with need all over again.
I stroked it, once more trying to tease her, to make me need to punish her. But she was so obedient. I don’t think I’d ever met a girl like her, and I couldn’t help but grin.
I went back on the bed, behind her, bringing my cock to her slit, rubbing my heated member against her labia. The warmth of the air had covered me in a bit of a sheen already, the tropical breeze relaxing me.
She moaned, a genuine, honest, beautiful moan from the very touch of my bare cock against her cunny. My thick, purple crown stretched her hymen gently, working it wider as she quivered and writhed.
“Oh god…” she said, and I wasn’t sure for a moment whether she was speaking to me or not, with how she said it. “Please don’t stop… I need your cock inside me,” she said breathily.
No one could resist her plea, least of all me.
I placed a hand on her ass, parting her cheeks a little as I began to guide myself into her. There was that wonderful, blissful pressure as I eased in and then that final give as I thrust my hips forward, claiming her for myself forever.
I made her cry out, a loud squeal followed by a throaty moan as I sank my thick, pulsating member deep into that tight, once-virginal cunt of hers. And I felt the fullness of just how tight and untouched she was. The narrow clench of her womanhood upon my raw cock, knowing for certain she was the cleanest, most pure little woman a man could ever hope to sink his dick into.
She cried out for me as I watched those puffy pink cunny lips cling to the base of my shaft.
“Oh god… yes!” she said in a quivering voice.
My other hand shifted away from my cock, going instead to her hips on either side as I brought her back against me. I hilted within her sweet, tight pussy and just held her there, luxuriating in her wetness and the almost-too-tight clench as I growled.
Of course, it was all part of what was arranged. Such a sweet, willing virginal woman, who was tested to meet my needs. Yet what made it so good was how genuine it was, her moans, the way her tight little pussy squeezed my cock as I lingered in her, savouring her depths. She was the real deal, not a phony simply in it for the money.
“Please please please!” she wailed wantonly. “You’re so big… I need you to take me,” she said breathlessly.
I didn’t delay or linger any longer. Not with those words tumbling from her lips.
Both of my hands dug into her ass cheeks, pulling them apart as I tugged out before slamming my hips back against her, watching my cock disappear within her again. There was a slight taint of red to my cock, mingling with her sweet, feminine juices, and I began rutting into her full force.
As the hammering blows of my cock reigned upon her, battering her ass cheeks with my groin, thrusting deep to her utmost limits with my throbbing cock, she buckled and fell face first into the pillows. She moaned and wailed, squealing and writhing as my dick plumbed her depths again and again.
“Oh yes, yesss…!” she gave an unintelligible wail and I could feel her body heating up, almost as if her pussy was coiling about me tighter as she wound up towards her climax. “I- I think I’m cumming!” she said, and the way she did so made it sound like she’d never had an orgasm before to judge by.
And I slammed into her harder, the head of my cock hitting against the depths of her body as I brought my hand around front. If she thought she was cumming, well... I’d make certain of that.
My index finger found her clit, that little heated bud almost buzzing with energy, and I pressed against it, circling it with firm motions as I kept hammering my cock into her.
That did her in, the sweet little angel’s eyes were shut and she was flailing about, writhing beneath me as she screamed and hit her peak. A flood of warm juices coated my cock and she was like an out of control creature, limbs reaching out, nails digging into the bed sheets as she lost herself to not only her first fuck, but her first climax.
‘Ohhhhh!” her voice warbled, “Yes! Yes Sir! God!”
“Yea, Angel,” I growled. “Cum all over my cock.”
It was hard to resist the way her cunny was tightening around me, squeezing me with such need. As if it weren’t just her that needed my seed, but her body as well. It felt so primitive, so lewd, and I knew I couldn’t last much longer.
Not against that tight cling of her pussy. The slick grasp of its folds!
She clenched about me, just as her clawing at the sheets tore them down towards her, and she twisted about, moaning and squealing.
“Cum in me! Cum deep inside me, please Sir!” she begged of me, desperate for it. Insane with need for our breeding.
I didn’t resist the urge then. It took me not more than a second to find my own end, holding her still upon my dick as I unleashed those torrents of cum deep within her, splattering her insides with my creamy jism.
I growled out something unintelligible, grinding up against her as I brought my free hand down upon her stinging ass.
She seemed almost as ecstatic to have me cum inside her as I was to do it. She cried out with excitement as I flooded her fertile womb with my seed, spurt after thick, virile spurt filling her up as I hammered out every last drop into her.
She shut her eyes, relished it all as she moaned continuously, filled with such deep satisfaction as she let herself be lost to the full experience of her first time. A long, warbling moan passed out of her throat as she quivered and called out for me.
It was sweet, warm bliss and I stayed nestled within her folds for some time, just enjoying the little cries and whimpers and moans of pleasure that kept coming from her. She was such a beauty, and I ground my hips before finally pulling away and freeing my dick with a pop.
But I didn’t let her relax. No, instead my hand went once more to her pussy, prying apart those sweet, flushed lips and saw my cream pooling within, threatening to spatter to the bed.
The sweet girl mewled and flinched just a little. Her puffy folds were reddened from being stretched, and oh so sensitive, but she craned her neck and watched with me as that pearly white seed drooled from her slit so beautifully.
“That was magnificent,” she said breathlessly, her ample chest rising and falling with her heavy breathing.
My lips curled into a grin as I saw the change I’d brought about in her body, drawing out a little of the cum and rubbing it along her clit just to tease.
She shivered and my grin broadened.
“It only gets better for you from here, Angel. We’re going to be spending a lot of time together.” My fingers delved into her messy cunny, making her moan once more. “You’re my girl now.”
The Doctor and the Fertile Housewife
Book Themes:
Breeding, Two Impregnating Creampies, Cunnilingus, Simultaneous Orgasms, a Doctor and
his Patient, and a Cheating Housewife
Word Count:
4,360
“I’ve tried everything, Doctor, and we’re just not having any luck,” Roxy sighed, her hands on her cheeks. She didn’t bring Jack with her this time.
She had a sneaking suspicion that their inability to conceive was in part his issue. After trying for two years, he still refused to get his sperm checked, leaving her more and more frustrated.
Her hair spilled over her hands as her eyes filled with moisture, looking up at her Doctor through the blur of tears.
She was sitting with nothing more than a white sheet half draped over her, but at that point, it was hardly worth her modesty. Not that she had a body she needed to be modest about. Jack, for all his faults, still managed to take her on many fine vacations every year, and her manicure and tanned flesh spoke to her spoiled nature.
Another reason she didn’t want to force the issue too hard with her husband.
“He knows I’m working on this, that I want a child more than anything, but he’s just absolutely unwilling to do his part!”
Her doctor had been nothing but great through it all, the tall, handsome man a rock hard pillar of support. With his dark hair, neatly trimmed beard and achingly handsome good looks, he stood out from other doctors in many ways. He was young, though never came off as anything but wise and in control. So professional, but he had foregone a tie for an open collar that showed some of his hard chest, sprinkled with dark hair.
“It’s not your fault, Roxanne,” he said in his smooth, delicious voice, resting his hand comfortingly upon her shoulder. “The tests are in again, and like I’ve told you before… I’ve never had a healthier, more fertile woman in her prime step into this office. You are the absolute pinnacle of womanhood,” he said, his almond shaped eyes crinkling a little as he smiled to her, “and there is not a hint of doubt in my mind that the problem doesn’t lay with you.”
“Roxy,” she insisted, not for the first time. “And what good does that do me if he’s unwilling to help?” she practically pouted out through those thick lips. Even though she was only going to the doctor’s office, she still made herself up like she was going to a party, dark lashes fluttering up at him.