Breaking His Cherry

by Steel, Desiree

  He would fuck his son’s girlfriend, and she would never tell him no. Of that he had no doubt. He also had no doubt that it was wrong, but knew deep down he couldn’t stop himself from going back to the well now that he’d had a taste of the water.

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  Lying used and exhausted on the bed, covered in cum and pussy juice, sweat and desire expended from her body, Stacey smiled over at Jeffrey as he snored deeply.

  She’d fucked them both, the father and the son. She’d taken Jeff’s load in her ass and then his dad’s in her pussy before returning to suck Jeffrey off and then squeeze his balls as he jerked himself off in order to spray her face with cum as she directed him to.

  She was totally satiated for now, content in her sluttiness and luxuriating in the feeling of complete triumph. She hadn’t expected to find Jeff’s dad watching them, and fucking him had never even occurred to her. She had thought he was yuppie scum after all. And yet it had happened so spontaneously and felt so good to get fucked by Jeff’s dad that she didn’t question her motives or desires over the incident. All she knew for sure was that she wanted to get them both together to tag-team her. She wanted to get fucked in the ass and cunt at the same time by the father and son!

  She figured that it wouldn’t be such an easy task as doing them individually had been. True, there had been a hell of a lot of risk in taking Dan’s cock right in the middle of the hallway with Jeff only feet away and lord knew where his mother was, but the risk had been worth it.

  Some guys were obsessed with the buttered muffin, only liking pussy that had just been fucked by one of their friends or even a stranger. They loved the way it felt to fuck a woman so easy as to have to guys cum in her only minutes apart as she willingly spread her legs and begged for more.

  For Stacey, it was being the buttered muffin that turned her on. Nothing felt as good as being fucked repeatedly, taking one cock after another into her pussy and getting them all to cream her thighs again and again, knowing she held the power to make them do so.

  She was thrilled every time she participated in a threesome or foursome, and had even allowed herself to be gang-banged with her friend Jenna at parties, taking on as many as twelve to fifteen guys a night between the two of them while the party raged out of control and they could no longer stop what they’d started even if they’d wanted to.

  The thrill of conquering so many cocks in one night was beyond belief, as was the adjoining fear that went with it when she knew she was no longer in control and they were going to have her until they had used her up and that nothing she could say that would stop them. She loved the lust and the accompanying fear when she knew her decisions didn’t matter any longer as she had let the beasts out of their cages and their desires now over ruled their common sense until she was just something to be used.

  Hardly being able to walk for days afterwards was something she relished. The only thing she relished more than being the buttered muffin was the sight of Jenna’s buttered muffin, as cum from seven or eight different cocks dripped out of her cunt and she was lowering her head between her friends thighs to lap it up hungrily.

  Stacey and Jenna often 69’d, licking each other for the crowd’s enjoyment after they’d been thoroughly gang-banged. Yet in doing so they were getting more pleasure out of it than the crowd watching as they hungrily licked each other’s slits clean of the spunk they’d claimed as their trophies.

  Now, with Jeff sleeping beside her on the sex stained sheets, Stacey imagined what it would be like to have her muffin buttered by Jeff and his dad one after the other, or what it would be like to be sandwiched between them as they fucked her together.

  She felt a thrill of expectant pleasure make her heart quicken as cum dried on her cheeks and forehead and in her hair but knew it wouldn’t be something she could easily pull off. It was going to take some serious planning.

  While she didn’t mind fucking them separately or even at the same time and knew Jeff’s dad surely didn’t mind fucking her right after his son had used her, she doubted deeply that she could get them to have a conversation on the subject.

  Putting the thought out of her mind for the time being Stacey roused herself off the bed and grabbed her jeans. She pulled her panties out and instead of pulling them on held them by the crotch and slid the silky material into her cunt. She fingered her clit through the material until her legs trembled and she climaxed unstoppably all over the crotch of her silk panties while she looked down at Jeff’s sleeping cock.

  With a smile on her face she took her pussy juice soaked panties and hung them prominently over the chair at his desk so that he’d have proof that this hadn’t been a dream. Then she slid on her jeans and shirt and after lighting a cigarette stealthily crept back out of his window and went home to shower.

  It felt good to be a whore, Stacey reflected as the cool water coursed over her skin. She enjoyed the low burning feeling after her asshole had been stretched painfully remembered the terrified look of fear mixed with pleasure and finally stunned acceptance that he was about to possibly kill his future and reputation as Jeff’s dad slid into her for the first time as his son was on the other side of the door and his wife down the hall.

  Taking the father and son in turn had been such a thrill that just thinking about it caused her skin to flush and her breathing to quicken.

  Shutting off the water Stacey stepped out of the shower to find her friend Jenna sitting on the toilette smoking a cigarette and looking up at her imploringly.

  With a sigh Stacey reflected that while she enjoyed being a slut there were times when it surely was tiresome work, as she smiled and stepped forward.

  Jenna balanced her cigarette on the sink and murmured, “I can still smell him on you.” As she leaned forward and pulled Stacey’s Pubis Mon towards her with her hands on her friend’s thighs.

  As Stacey slowly dripped water from the shower off her body in long, rolling drops, she ran her fingers through her friend’s hair and felt Jenna’s tongue slither into her still red pussy.

  Although she was tired, she wouldn’t ever refuse Jenna’s tongue, as her friend’s skill in fellatio could bring her to cum even if she’d just completed running the Boston marathon.

  Jenna’s ministrations were even more intense than usual as she nuzzled the cum out of her friends cunt, and within five minutes they were both so absorbed that neither of them heard the bedroom door opening.

  Stacey’s mom, drawn by her insufferable urge to snoop on her daughter and spurned on by the smell of cigarette smoke coming from her daughters’ bathroom, crept up on the door quietly. She was tired of her daughter’s insistent drug use and sexual habits. Habits which Stacey thought she hid pretty well but which her mother had picked up on instantly with the knowledge that only comes to mothers with truant children.

  Sure enough, she heard a low moan of pleasure come out of the bathroom, and sure that she had finally caught her daughter red-handed at least, threw open the door consumed with anger and triumph.

  The sight that met her was fully not what she’d expected however. She stood shocked to see her once precious and innocent daughter rocking back on her heels in the throes of an orgasm as her girlfriends head moved between her legs and Jenna’s hands reached up to pull on her daughters sharply swollen and erect nipples.

  Both of them were so enraptured by what they were doing that neither of them was aware that Stacey’s mom was watching as with closed eyes Stacey moaned, “God that feels so good! Lick me bitch, make me cum!”

  That broke the spell which held Stacey’s mom silent as she’d watched her completely naked daughter in a very explicit lesbian embrace which left no more doubt as to her daughter’s innocence. Hearing those words shocked her puritan mind loose and with a snarl she exploded, “Just what do you think you’re doing!”

  The scene which followed was too graphic to put into words as what started out as confused denials and angry accusations degenerated quickly into name calling and tears.


  Stacey didn’t help matters much when finally tired of the harping and name calling said, “That’s right, we are whores! As a matter of fact I just fucked two men about fifteen minutes ago! What do you think of that mom?”

  Stacey was still naked as she argued with her mom, and though Jenna tried to keep out of it, the pussy juice covering her lips and glistening on her cheeks had Stacey’s mom rounding on her as well with an angry verbal assault.

  However Stacey’s last comment caused the scarlet in her mom’s cheeks to flush an even angrier shade of red as she lost all control and screamed at the top of her lunges, “Get out! Both of you. Get out of my house right this instant!”

  Stacey had tears running down her cheeks as she retorted unthinkingly, “Gladly! You never cared for me anyway!”

  Her mom was so angry that she rounded a nice slap upon Stacey’s cheek with a heavy smack and that was the end of that.

  It only took them ten minutes to pack everything that she could want into a duffel bag and clear out of the house as her mom looked after her angrily from the front door.

  Stacey was still crying silently as Jenna carried her bag along beside her quietly, knowing not to say anything.

  Stacey hadn’t wanted to end her relationship with her mother like that, but she had known it was time to leave that house for a while now.

  At least now she was finally on her own. The fact that she had nothing but a duffel bag of drug paraphernalia and sex toys with a few changes of underwear and her leather jacket didn’t bother her. Neither did the fact that she only had eighteen dollars and eighty-two cents in her pocket and no place to go.

  She’d make do. Of that she had no doubt. It was just that she’d wanted to be on her own for a long time now, but while she finally had what she wanted so desperately, she knew she would miss her mom for a long time and she felt empty and hollow inside.

  When Jenna reached out and took her hand, she held it gratefully and the two of them walked down the street hand in hand not looking back.

  CHAPTER NINE

  That night Stacey slept over at Jenna’s house. Both of them were anxious that Stacey’s mom would call Jenna’s and make trouble, but for whatever reason, she didn’t.

  It was a painful evening however trying to act cheery as if nothing had happened in front of Jenna’s family while they ate dinner and sat around watching movies that night.

  When it was finally time to go to bed, they escaped into the refuge of Jenna’s room thankful that the ordeal of the day was over at last. They hadn’t given any thought as to what Stacey was going to do tomorrow. They both knew that though they were serious lovers, there was simply no way Stacey could live here indefinitely. Eventually Jenna’s mom would become suspicious and call Stacey’s mom and then all hell would break loose. Assuming that Stacey’s mom didn’t call first.

  They were aware of these things, but by mutual agreement left them unspoken until tomorrow, choosing instead to get into bed together and caress each other’s naked body’s slowly under the sheets. They made love slowly and tenderly until at last they held each other and as Stacey finally broke down crying again she had Jenna to hold her naked body to her own and to whisper that it would be okay.

  The next morning they woke tired but with renewed energy to face the day. Stacey hadn’t consciously tried to decide what she’d do, but her subconscious must have been working on it while she slept, because she had the wildest dream during the night.

  As she ran her soapy fingers into the slit of Jenna’s pussy as she stood behind her in the shower, she whispered the idea it had given her into Jenna’s ear.

  Laughing, Jenna turned around and their soapy skin slid together as their breasts pressed and they kissed deeply for a second before laughing again, Jenna said, “Do you really think it will work?”

  “Sure it will work,” Stacey replied with more confidence than she felt, “what guy doesn’t want two girls at once?”

  All that morning they talked the idea over as they sat on the curb in front of Jenna’s house smoking the last of their weed twisted up into a huge joint.

  As much as Stacey liked Jeff and disliked the idea of hurting him, she decided nonetheless to go ahead with testing her idea on his father first.

  Although it could blow up in her face, she figured the risk was less because she already knew that while he was a devoted husband, he wasn’t above fucking a teen-age girl right after his son had so long as his was thinking with his cock. Like most men, he could be easily led.

  With the hazy feel of being totally stoned settling over her nicely, she smiled and thought that the worst that could happen even if he didn’t fall for it, was that she and Jenna could get fucked together, and there was nothing wrong with that.

  The girls put their plans into action later that afternoon. Pooling their limited resources they made several purchases and then rented a suite at the Hyatt. As they finished setting up everything the way they wanted it, Stacey made the final move and called Dan.

  She was lucky and he answered rather than Jeff or his wife. She hadn’t even thought what she’d do if that had happened until the phone was ringing.

  As she heard his voice however, her heart speeded up with excitement as she tried to control her voice.

  “Hi there … do you know who this is?” she purred seductively.

  There was a silence filled with heavy breathing at the other end of the telephone for a minute before he responded plainly, “Yes.”

  “Good. I’m glad I got you instead of Jeff. I was hoping we could talk?”

  The silence was longer this time before Dan answered, “Look, I don’t think that would be a good idea. We both used some poor judgment the other day. I don’t want you to think that I don’t like you or that what we did didn’t mean anything, but…”

  “Shhh baby,” Stacey cut him off soothingly, understandingly, “That’s why I’m calling you. I didn’t want you to panic and do anything stupid like admit what we did to you wife.”

  “God no!” Dan blurted out before he could stop himself.

  Stacey smiled, knowing she had him for sure now as she nodded encouragingly to Jenna who was sitting in a chair across from her watching her face anxiously.

  “I know that we really shouldn’t be having this conversation on the phone either. That’s why I wanted to reassure you that I can be … hmmm … let’s say discreet? So what I did was get a room at the Hyatt. I thought if you wanted to come over we could talk this through face to face just to make sure there weren’t any misunderstandings.”

  “I don’t know,” he hedged as he tried to weasel his way out of it, “I really think we should just leave it the way it is. I mean, I like you Stacey,” and here his tone dropped considerably as if he was afraid of being overheard, “But I really think it just best if we forget about what happened.”

  “Forget about it?” she raised her voice just a fraction to make sure he understood he couldn’t do that as she reminded him just exactly how much of a sin he’d committed, “How can I forget about it? I mean, asides from your son, you’re the only man I’ve ever had. I mean, I just can’t forget how it felt to have you pinning my wrists to the carpet while you made love to me in your house. How could you even ask me to forget about that?”

  Dan closed his eyes and tried to breathe deeply. He doubted very much what she said about him being just the second man she’d ever had. There was no way, not with the way he’d watched her so willingly take Jeff’s prick into her. Not with the way she’d taken his!

  But the images she clearly brought to mind of him on top of her also instantly brought him semi-hard as he thought about it before he could stop himself.

  “Are you still there Dan?” she asked him coyly, “Are you thinking about sliding your cock into me? Are you getting hard thinking about my tight little pussy taking you all the way into me?” She was talking in a little girl voice now as she teased him. Across from her Jenna smiled and bit her hand to keep from laughing.

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sp; Dan’s cock was at full attention now and he was breathing hard, finding it hard to think straight as she played with his mind. He tried to separate what he wanted from what he knew to be right.

  “Look,” he said hoarsely, “I’ll come over there, but just to talk. Nothing else, do you understand?”

  Stacey smiled and nodded affirmatively to Jenna, “Sure baby, I understand. Just to talk. I’m in room 146. Come as soon as you can … I’ll be waiting.”

  As Dan hung up the phone he closed his eyes and tried to clear his head. He had to get her to understand. He had to make her know that they couldn’t do that again. He was a married man for God’s sake, and she was just a teenager!

  As the images she’d planted in his mind receded and the blood left his cock, he became more and more sure that that’s exactly how it would go. He’d be firm and reasonable. He’d make her see it was a mistake and that they couldn’t do it again.

  As he grabbed up his car keys and tried to think up an excuse to tell his wife for why he had to go out, he felt once more in command of his life, which is not how he‘d been feeling for the last twelve hours.

  CHAPTER TEN

  Dan knocked on the door to suite number 146 with his heart in his throat. He was suddenly not so sure that this was just going to be a talk. Very suddenly the image of her naked body, so smooth and young, so pliant and willing as she ground against him rose unbidden to his mind and he had to force himself to regain his composure quickly before she answered the door.

  Stacey was wearing a short skirt with a sheer white blouse, and he could tell she wasn’t wearing underwear or bra as her breasts pushed against the silk blouse and her nipples clearly shone through. He started, realizing he’d checked her out unwillingly, even after promising himself he wouldn’t and grimaced uncomfortably as she smiled knowingly and invited him in.

  Shutting the door behind him, she walked around him and headed for the bar tossing over her shoulder, “Make yourself comfortable while I make us a couple of drinks.”