by Nicole Snow
Virgin's Folly: Seduced, Ravaged, and Pregnant (Breeding Erotica)
Virgin's Folly: Seduced, Ravaged, and Pregnant (Breeding Erotica)
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Virgin's Folly: Seduced, Ravaged, and Pregnant
By Nicole Snow
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Description
SEDUCTION, SURRENDER, AND PREGNANCY!
Kaylee's first summer after High School is boring her to tears. The only bright spot is seeing more of best friend Holly's handsome father, a big and intimidating man whose presence invites her deepest temptations...
Successful, strong, and gorgeous, Mr. Langern's held his lust for far too long. One night, little Kaylee finds him alone during Holly's summer party. He takes the young woman's hand and begins to dance, amazed as her touch ignites very old, carnal, and primal desires.
Now, Mr. Langern won't let the shy virgin's first dance be her last. And he certainly won't let her go until she's been hauled to bed, ravaged, and relentlessly filled with his potent seed...
Warning: This story features hard breeding sex, virgin seduction, and explicit language.
Word count: 14,500+ words.
I: Unavoidable Mistakes...
My best friend Holly was babbling about some new hottie at her summer job when I saw him. Mr. Langern rose from the waters at the other end of the pool, planting his huge hands on the warm tile and lifting his immaculate body toward the buttery sunlight.
God, even his back was ripped. His whole body showed its hard experience in every deep fissure between muscular slabs, like a Delta Force commander who'd just finished a three year stint in the desert.
Wet heat flooded the emptiness between my thighs. I watched his glistening body bulge, oozing power as he gently shook off the shining droplets, flexing his arms high above his head.
He spread himself wide at the pool's end, facing the sun, like a Pharaoh paying respect to the only thing more powerful than him. The sun's blinding rays hit his tanned flesh, stretching his long shadow across the shining waters.
“Kay, are you listening?” Holly smacked the side of my arm.
“Yeah, I heard you. So, is this Charlie guy gonna be at the party on Friday for the Fourth?” I flopped back in the metal chair, scooting it a little closer beneath the huge umbrella shading us from the July fireball in the sky.
“He fucking better be! I'm wearing the sexiest thing that stupid Mister Parker will let me get away with tomorrow to give him his invitation.” Holly crossed her legs, tilting her dark red toenails toward me.
It's amazing how the paint never chips, even after we've been swimming all morning. I guess money really does buy quality.
“I'll bet you're looking forward to being done in a few more weeks. Why did your Dad make you get that job, anyway? It's not like you really need the money...”
Holly flashed me a smile and rolled her eyes.
“Ha! Tell me about it. He says it builds character and discipline. Pssh!” Her equally red fingernails sliced through the air.
“Sometimes, I think that's all he cares about with all this time on his hands. Dad really needs to get out more and go somewhere besides his corporate office. It's not like they need him down there anyway – the whole thing runs on autopilot these days. Maybe he needs to start dating again.”
My eyes widened. I looked past her, fixing my gaze on Mr. Langern as he dove into the pool again.
His huge arms powered through the water effortlessly, pushing it away to make way for him like Moses. He swam the same way he tackled life, hard and relentlessly.
All this wealth the Langerns had piled up hadn't appeared just by wishing. Holly's old man worked tirelessly to build his company into the biggest employer in town.
I remember her nanny picking her up from our after school piano lessons when I was ten. It was shortly after her mother died, victim of a cruel and swift cancer, the same time when my new friend became my Best Friend Forever.
“Does he really date anymore?” I asked, hoping my question didn't seem weird.
Holly cocked her head and looked at me. She curled her moist hair into a ponytail and pursed her lips.
“Nope. He's flirted with a few younger ladies at the restaurants and bars, but he's left them high and dry, as far as I know.
“Hey, come on, we've got better things to talk about than my Dad's gross love life. How 'bout you, Kay? You're still saving yourself for college this Fall?” She flashed her stainless white teeth.
I blushed. Holly was one of the few people who actually knew I was still a virgin. Not that it was difficult to figure out.
Everyone called me a 'beautiful eighteen year old young woman.' But I didn't feel it.
I'd never had a man's touch to verify their claims. As much as I wanted it, I'd held off, waiting for Mr. Perfect and finding only gangly boys more interested in playing X-Box than learning how to please a woman.
But my purity wasn't something to be proud of. It just made things more awkward.
There I was, lounging with my best friend, who'd already fucked enough guys to form a whole team. Holly had carnal knowledge, the very same dark wisdom I craved, if only I could let go of my ridiculous standards and impossible fantasies.
All of her hookups had been just as handsome as all star players – hell, a few of them were. That's what happens when you're the school's prettiest cheerleader.
“That's right. No time for boys this summer.” I laughed nervously. “But, hey, at least without a job this summer, I don't have to worry about crushes giving me hang ups.”
“At least I've had my V-card stamped two years and running.” Holly stuck out her tongue.
Underneath the playfulness, I detected venom. My best friend had always been like that, though.
I cut her some slack, figuring it had something to do with leaving her mother at such an early age. And Mr. Langern's sky high expectations had only catalyzed her razor sharp confidence.
“You girls keeping cool?”
A shiver rippled up my spine as a low, smooth voice washed deep inside my ears. I turned and looked up, straight through the dark shadow leering over us.
“We're fine, Daddy. Really.” Holly didn't even make eye contact, reaching for her oversized shades instead. “I think we're almost done out here. Tell the maintenance guy to dial down the chlorine a little next time.”
Mr. Langern frowned. “Yes, I'm well aware that it's a little high. Better that than catching some dreadful tropical disease. It's been hot as Satan's kitchen lately. Won't be surprised if malaria starts popping up around here.”
“Oh, please.”
I laughed, knowing Holly rolled her eyes even behind her dark glasses. My giggle screeched to an abrupt stop when he turned toward me, the tight crease in his strong face evaporating into
a shallow smile.
“And what about you, little Kaylee? I hope you're not letting my daughter walk all over your opinions? Some of us are very interested in hearing them.”
Damn it. It's too light out here. This shade isn't dark enough to keep him from seeing my stupid flush.
I hated the creamy white skin I inherited from my Mom and the nervous temperament. I'd been born a bad liar, and thanks to that, I couldn't hide anything.
“Not at all, Mr. Langern. Chlorine or not, it's been a lovely swim. If Hollster hadn't invited me over here, I think I would've roasted!'
“You're looking a little red.” He paused – a little too long for casual commentary. “Next time, don't hesitate to ask for sunscreen. You can't go off to college with your beautiful ivory skin looking like a lobster's shell. I can even help you apply it so you end up with a healthy bronze like this...”
He flexed his arms and I nearly died. My heart skipped several beats.
Did he really call me...beautiful?
Flames danced inside me. I hardly noticed Holly lower her shades, giving me a strange look.
“Daaa-aad! That's fucking gross. Kay needs somebody her own age rubbing her body down – not some guy who's old enough to be her father.”
I nibbled on my lower lip. If only she knew...
My eyes turned on my friend like heat rays, wishing they packed the power to turn her into a little puddle underneath my feet. At least then I'd be alone with Mr Langern, the man who'd materialized in my dreams and dominated my daydreams since before my Sweet Sixteen.
“Nonsense. I was only offering my considerable experience,” he snapped. “And you watch your mouth, young lady.”
Holly twitched her tight lips, annoyed. But she stopped herself before going off again.
It hadn't gotten easier over the years, but Mr. Langern still commanded respect from his bratty little daughter. And for everyone else, his tone caused us to fall into line, as if he were the President himself issuing an order.
“That's very kind, sir. I wouldn't mind if you showed me something in the future. I know you've spent enough time in the Caribbean to know a thing or two about sunning without getting burned. My skin gets red and cracked so easily.”
And he did. I remembered the weeks when Holly and her Dad disappeared, sometimes during entire winter break, returning with flesh turned to sun kissed gold – never the raw, red burns I'd gotten used to over many summers.
His face brightened. “Ah, I miss those days. It's been a long time since I went on an excursion that far abroad. If you get the chance, little Kaylee, take full advantage of your school's study abroad option.”
“Thanks,” I said, trying to keep the quirk in my lips from breaking into a full on grin. “I'll do that.”
Of course, I doubted that the bland State university I was due to attend in a couple months had many international opportunities. We weren't all bound for Ivy League wonders out East like Holly.
She grabbed at my wrist and slid out of her chair. I stood reluctantly, embarrassed at the way I'd have to slink directly past Mr. Langern to get to the back door.
Sure, he'd seen me in a bikini before. But thinking about him looking at me when my back was turned sent heatwaves roaring through my bloodstream.
Oh, stop it, a wry voice inside me said. That's just more wishful thinking. You really think a successful older man like him wants to stare at teen ass all day?
Hint: he can have just about any single lady in town. And she isn't gonna be you.
“Let's go, Kay. I'll show you what I'm gonna wear when I invite Charlie over here for my party.”
“Mr. Langern,” I muttered, respectfully bidding him farewell as Holly grabbed my hand and pulled me along.
He nodded back, but he wasn't smiling. His eyes were darker, focused, as if he were evaluating unseen threats – or opportunities.
Just before we slipped inside the tall glass door to retrieve our clothes and go to her room, I threw my head over my shoulder.
Mr. Langern's eyes were harder and brighter than ever. Unblinking, and completely locked onto my flesh.
Waiting the next few days until the big night were torture. No matter how I tried, I couldn't stop thinking about Mr. Langern's look, the brutal and hungry gaze that turned my tight young ass into his personal target.
I fantasized. I masturbated. I even dreamed about the impossible.
The devilish visions kept coming whenever I closed my eyes and let go. I saw myself getting into my beaten up Toyota and driving it over to the secluded wooded enclave where he'd built his mansion.
I'd sneak in through the unlatched garden entrance Holly once showed me. Tip-toeing past her room, I'd saunter upstairs, toward the master bedroom, where Mr. Langern slept in that huge antique bed with the thick burgundy curtains around it.
If I were a braver girl, I suspected I could've gotten away with it. He'd take me, rough and fast, thinking it was nothing but a feverish dream.
I'd let him ravish me all night, and he wouldn't know any different. Not until morning, when he awoke to the ruffled sheets next to him and my scent on his fingers.
That's the way I really want to lose my virginity. It's how it would happen in a perfect world. But your life's far from perfect, isn't it Kaylee?
I searched for distractions, chores and long runs in the park to strengthen my senses. Mom sung my praise to the moon, telling me she'd never seen the counter tops and kitchen floor so spotless.
Word got back to Dad, and he rewarded me with a gift card for a few new apps I could play with on my phone. But they were feeble, temporary distractions.
Who was I fooling, really? Myself?
I showered before driving over to Holly's place late in the evening. On a whim, she'd dragged me along to a fancy lingerie shop in the big mall about a month before we graduated.
Holly wouldn't let me leave until I tried on a few things. That's where I'd found the sleek black panties and bra I rolled onto my flesh.
I'd only worn them once, when I swiveled around in the mirror at the mall, admiring the way they clung to my hams and turned my breasts into sweetly layered bonbons.
Weeks later, they still looked good, even in our bathroom's bland and underwhelming surroundings. And they'd better! It had cost me several month's allowance to afford them.
What do you think is going to happen tonight? You won't be comfortable in those. You'll be like an imposter among Holly's rich friends, desperately trying to keep up with the thousand dollar panties and lace peeking out above their collars and below their skirts.
Ignoring the bitter self-doubt, I rolled on a nice blue evening dress. The very best I had.
I knew what the odds were of something happening with Mr. Langern. But if it did, against all bets, I had to be ready. A man like him deserved nothing less than the very best.
So did I, just this once.
Holly was right. I'd been stupidly clinging to my virginity for nothing. The idea of going away to the dorms and a campus hopping with lively young men without any experience horrified me.
When I got to their house, I parked as far back as I could in the long driveway, hiding my meager wreck of a car from all the shiny high tech models.
I heard the bass thumping as soon as I stepped outside. Red, white, and blue strobe lights flashed inside the huge house.
Mr. Langern was definitely a hardass, much like his daughter. But as long as she lived up to his lofty expectations, he let her play as he hard as he forced her to work.
Holly was nowhere to be found when I came through the open double door. I pushed past a few throngs of older guys. Several smelled like they'd been dunked in weed and left to marinate for a week or more.
Downstairs, the music reached its crescendo. Dubstep thumped in the open air, closely coordinated by a DJ at the switchboard.
Holly – or more likely some geeky friend-of-a-friend – had used their projector to cast the colorful flashing lights. Several dozen teen and twenty-something c
ouples danced and lingered around the open floor, big as a makeshift ballroom.
I found her near the edge of the dance floor, grinding against a guy in his early twenties. I watched her eyes open, followed by her ruby lips as soon as she saw me.
“Kayyyyy!” She yelled over the booming music. “I was starting to think you weren't gonna show, girl. This is Charlie!”
The older guy smiled politely, but I detected the annoyance in his face. I'd interrupted his literal dance of seduction. Probably left him with swollen balls that would have to stay blue for a little longer too.
“Hey,” he said simply, grabbing my small hand.
The rough squeeze was all I needed to know that I wasn't very welcome. For a second, I wanted to be a bitch, but the look in Holly's eyes said she was punch drunk on her co-worker.
Sure is a sucker for tattoos and piercings. Well, it was only a matter of time until she got addicted to someone at work. Plenty of musicians to go around at a guitar store.
Wonder if pretty boy can play her as good as his instruments?
“Go get some punch! And if you want a little green, those guys upstairs have got it.” She flashed me an evil smile, knowing how square I was. “Tell 'em I sent you. They'll give it up for free.”
I laughed coldly and stepped away from her. She gave me one last wave, mumbling something about catching up later.
Pretty boy's hips swung forward again, aiming directly for her crotch beneath the thin summer skirt.
I ducked past more dancers and stumbled upstairs. Holly's parties usually threw a bone to the more sensible guests by stocking water, sodas, and snacks on a large table – often right next to the spiked punches and amateur sangrias older guests snuck in beneath Mr. Langern's nose.