This is my first story, so please make suggestions for improvement if needed. No part of this story is true. It is did not happen, no male, female, dog, cat, or kangaroo was hurt in the writing of this story. This story is about a group of teen girls visiting from China giving a shy teen boy a bit of a shock and pleasure.
This is the story of how I lost my virginity
It had been over two weeks since my horrible experience. With time, I had grown to accept what had happened. Although I felt used, I had definitely invited it on myself. I didn’t know anything about the guy, and even after insulting me and telling me he was in a relationship, I still begged him to let me suck his cock. I knew I wouldn’t be going after him again.
My life was returning to normal, I wasn’t experiencing the intense desires to dress up that I had recently. I had put away my clothes and make up, and even started going out into town, trying to pick up women.
However, much to my dismay, I found every attempt to be unsuccessful. When flirting, I wanted the women to be coming on to me, complimenting me, not the other way around. I didn’t feel lusted after, and I didn’t have the desire or energy to lust after them. This continued for nearly another month before an unexpected event happened.
I was out at a club with my friends, sitting around drinking when a figure walked passed the corner of my eye. At first I let the figure pass on by, but as he entered the center of my vision, I noticed it was my first pizza delivery man. I must have made an excited face, as a couple of my friends began to ask me what was going on.
“What’s the deal? See a hot chick?” My friend Drake mocked.
“Don’t get your panties in a bunch Chris. What the fuck you looking at anyway?” Darren chimed in.
I finally snapped out of my dreamy gaze into reality. “Uh, nothing, just drifting off.” I explained hesitantly.
“You sure you’re not eyeing that fat piece of man ass at the bar?’ Drake exclaimed, much to the chagrin of our table.
I tried my hardest to laugh it off, but I could feel my face become beat red with embarrassment.
“Fuck off.” Was all I managed to reply.
The group had one final laugh, and we continued on with our night. But I couldn’t help but look out of the corner of my eye and see what he was up to. He was at the bar alone, occasionally building up the nerve to talk to women, but always getting shot down. He was obviously getting distressed, as every girl he approached left after a few minutes of talking.
“You hear us Chris? We’re going to another bar.” Darren yelled at me.
“What. Uh, Sorry. I’m pretty tired. I think I’m gonna head home. I got called in to work tomorrow morning.” I lied.
My friends seemed to buy the excuse as we said our goodbyes and they left. I started walking to the exit, when I was suddenly overcome by a desire to go to the bar. I sat down at an empty bar stool next to him, my heart racing, and struck up conversation. “Rough night?” I asked.
He looked me dead in the eyes, I was terrified he would recognize me. Luckily, he laughed saying, “If picking up chicks were a sports, I’d be winless.”
I laughed, enjoying his ability to laugh at himself. “Everyone has night’s they strike out. It just makes it that much better when we get the home run.” I said, trying to cheer him up.
“No, I wouldn’t just be winless tonight. Every time I step to the plate, I strike out.” He said, his smile fading.
I couldn’t believe what he had just said. Was he admitting to being a virgin? Was my blowjob the most action he’s ever gotten. “Really? Never?” I asked, trying not to seem to excited.
He started to laugh again. “I’ve been thrown out at first man, that’s how pathetic I am. What’s even funnier,
I’ve never been to first, but I lucked into a triple a couple weeks ago. The defense made some errors and next thing I know I’m happily on third.” He was obviously drunk; as he laughed uproariously the longer he spoke. His face was red, but he clearly was enjoying himself.
I couldn’t help but laugh back. If he only knew who he was talking to. Being a sports fan, the analogy made it even better. I couldn’t believe he had never made out with a girl, and I had given him a blow job!
“So how was it, getting to third?” I asked him slyly.
“Fucking heaven man, you probably know all about it, but it was fucking heaven. You probably won’t believe me, the few friends I told didn’t, but this chick was a total dime. 10/10. Perfect lips and the tightest ass you’ve ever seen. I’m on pizza delivery, and when she can’t afford to tip me, she practically begs to suck me off. I thought I was on some T.V. show, or this was some sort of reality TV porn show. I have no idea what was in it for her, she probably hates herself for it, but it was one of the best night’s of my life.” He said, not even really talking to himself. He laughed a bit more and finished off his beer.
I couldn’t help but blush, his description of what happened was one of the best compliment’s I had ever received, even if he didn’t know he was giving me one. I immediately felt confident in my looks again, especially my ass. I wanted to show it off to him right then, but I smartly contained myself.
“That good huh? You get that ass? You ever see her again?” I asked, already knowing the answer.
“Of course not! She was probably horny, or trying to get revenge on a cheating ex. I’ll never see her again.
And I was lucky to get a blow job, there’s no way she wants a fat ugly fuck like me on top of her.” He said, laughing, but clearly believing what he was saying.
“Well, that sounds amazing. Maybe you’ll get lucky again.” I was talking more to myself than him. I wanted to jump his bones right there in the bar, I had never felt so desired.
“Fat chance, excuse the pun. Good things never happen to me, especially not twice. Nice to meet you, my names, Sam. Thanks for the talk….”.
“I’m Chris.” We shook hands, and with that, he left.
I had to stay seated for a couple more minutes, as my cock was standing at full attention. I had loved our conversation, he seemed kind and funny, and the way he talked about my alter ego made my knees weak.
Even without seeing me, the look in his eyes was that of amazement and desire.
I got home and immediately had to masturbate to ease my horniness. I passed out and got some of the best sleep in my life. I woke up, eager and excited. I spent the day at work, constantly thinking of Sam and how he probably used the memory of me while touching himself. I was finally sent home for the day and rushed home. With a quick stop by the pizza store to see if Sam was working. Much to my delight, he was. I made another stop at Lovers, getting a few things I thought I might need.
I dolled myself up, getting in my skirt and blouse. Putting on my long, dark-haired wig. Applying my makeup and shaving my body head to toe. I even put on some lipstick, trying to give them some extra pop. I practiced my voice, as well as my moans, for the next 30 minutes. Really making sure I could pull off the whole package. Feeling more confident then ever, I called up the shop. But this time, I asked if Sam could be my driver, making up the excuse that he was very kind and got my food there quickest. I admired myself once more in the mirror, amazed at the mirage of cleavage my bra and tap created. I turned and glanced at my ass, plump and full. My narcissism was cut off though by the sound of the doorbell.
I casually walked towards the door, making him wait.
I opened it and smiled coyly at him. “Wow you got here fast.” I said, winking.
“When I saw the address, I got here as fast as humanly possible.” He said, panting. He had run to the car. His excitement only turned me on more.
“Well how much do I owe you?”
“Pizza’s on me, I’m gonna pay for it when I get back.” He said nervously, obviously attempting to charm me. He took a step inside.
I put my hand on his chest, “where do you think you’re going big guy?” I said jokingly, surprised at his forwardness.
“Uh…I…I don’t know…last time…” He was starting to sweat, his face was glowing red. He turned to leave and looked like he wanted to run here.
I grabbed his hand as he turned and pulled him inside. “Get your fat sexy ass in here.” I whispered jokingly.
He looked sad at my comment at first, but what I was about to do made up for it. Now, I really had no interest in kissing guys. Before, my sole interest in guys’ was their cocks. Nothing more. But with Sam, I wanted to rock his world. I slammed the door shut behind him, shoved him against the wall, and gave him the most passionate kiss of my life. He was clearly inexperienced, as his lips engulfed mine, smacking and moving a bit to much. I bit his lower lip, trying to calm him down, but it only excited him more. I felt his tongue part my lips, finding mine. He began to flick his against mine, and I tried to match by gently messaging his. He began to really shove his tongue down my throat, my mouth completely immersed in his. It wasn’t the most skilled kiss in my life, but god damn if it wasn’t the most enthusiastic. Even better, I could feel his cock get fully erect in his pants. It was pressing against me, dying to get out. I put one hand on his belly and slowly untucked his shirt. I grasped his stomach and then slowly led it down to his pants. I put my hand under his boxers and eventually found his dick. Although not the biggest, it certainly had girth.
The best part was how I could feel it throbbing in my hand, hot.
He gasped and we broke our kiss. I slowly got down to my knees, making sure to kiss his stomach as I went down. I pulled down his pants and gently kissed the head of his cock. Holy hell did I miss it. Not just cock, I was surprised at how I knew it was his cock I missed. I opened my mouth and let the head of his cock slip in my mouth. It was salty and sweaty from work, but I didn’t care one bit. He gently grabbed the back of my head, but didn’t press down at all. He wasn’t trying to force me into anything, he was enjoying the ride.
I began to use my tongue more, wrapping it around his cock, slowly licking his head. “Baby, I think I’m close.” He whispered. I immedieatley stopped.
“Oh no you don’t” I commanded. I got to my feet and gave him one more kiss.
“Do you not want me to?” He asked sadly.
I began to kiss his ear and said, “Oh no, I do, just not there.” My cock got harder when I saw his jaw drop and knees buckle.
“What, what do you mean.” He stuttered.
“What do you think it means?” I asked teasingly.
“I don’t know.” He said, with a seemingly defeated tone.
I was confused, I thought he would jump at the opportunity. Instead he seemed to want to stop and leave.
He broke the silence, but with surprising words. “Why are you doing this? I’m fat, and ugly. Girls like you have been laughing at me my whole life. What’s your motive.” He asked genuinely.
Luckily I had a lie ready. “I have my reasons for wanting guys like you. I don’t get intimate, or date people anymore. One of my exes was really aggressive and ended up scaring me in a fight in some intimate places. So I don’t let just anyone be with me. Now, I’ll admit, I’m attracted to you because your not conventionally attractive. But the way you look at me, and want me, makes you sexy, and makes me feel sexy. I saw the way you looked at my ass the first time I turned around. That look, not of lust or wanting to fuck me, but amazement and desire, that’s what I want in a man.”
My response seemed to satisfy him. He was no longer sad, or wanting to leave. “You do have an amazing ass.” Was all he managed to say.
“Well after the look you gave it, you deserve a chance to fuck it if you want.” I said bluntly.
He couldn’t even talk, instead, he only nodded his head.
“But, you need to do something for me.” I added sternly.
“Anything.” He answered immediately.
“Because of my scars, you need to be blindfolded, and handcuffed.” I kissed him and played with his cock as I said it, hoping to convince him.
“Anything. But, I haven’t done this before…” I cut him off before he could finish. “Don’t worry, I’ll do the work, you just focus on my tight ass around your cock.” I grabbed his arm and lead him to the bedroom.
I grabbed the bag from lovers and pulled out two pairs of hand cuffs and a blindfold. I stripped him naked and laid him down on the bed. His stomach was much bigger than I expected, but I really didn’t care. He was clearly self conscious and couldn’t look me in the eye. Trying to calm his nerves I kissed his stomach all over before kissing him on the lips once more. I whispered into his ear, “I’m gonna turn around and I want you to check out that ass one last time. Picture yourself inside it. Remember I’m the one who wanted you and started all this. I need YOUR dick in my ass.” I got up and turned around, bending over for him. I picked up the blindfold and put it on him. I then grabbed each of the handcuffs and cuffed him to my bedframe. Confident he was blind and without use of his arms, I stripped down. I taped my rock hard cock to my chest, not wanting it to move around and hit him during sex. Before initiating anything, I grabbed his hand and placed it on my ass, allowing him to get a squeeze.
“I’m the luckiest man in the fucking world.” He exclaimed.
Enjoying his compliment, I got on the bed and began to blow him again, covering every inch of his cock in my saliva. I made sure he was rock hard before getting my ass lubed up. I applied a generous amount and climbed on him. I slide his cock between my cheeks, teasing him as much as possible. I put one hand on his stomach, leaned down and kissed him. With the other hand, I reached behind me and grabbed the head of his cock. I placed it right against my asshole. I hadn’t been fucked there in 6 years, and I knew it was going to be tight. I slowly pressed back against him. The head of his cock slowly penetrating me. He was only centimeters inside me, but he was already moaning with delight. I stopped and applied more lube before trying again. This time, his first inch slid in me easily. It was more than I anticipated and I groaned with a combination of pain and pleasure. I laid there for a second, getting accustomed to the throbbing member now inside me. When the pain subsided, I slowly started to slide down. First two inches, then three, and finally all 5 inches of his throbbing cock were penetrating me. With all of him inside me, I began to slowly grind my hips back and forth. The pressure on my prostate was overwhelming, I moaned my most girlish moans for him. I was in heaven.
“I’m in heaven.” He yelled. “Jesus Christ your so fucking tight.
Not wanting to cum all over him, I stopped grinding back and forth and began to move up and down. He clearly enjoyed this more, as I could see him fighting against his handcuffs.
I moved down to kiss him as I bounced my cock up an down on him. I started slowly, but as his groans grew louder, my movements became faster.
“You’re so fucking hot and hard. I’ve never wanted something as badly as I’ve wanted your cock in my tight ass.” I whispered in his ear. “Now, I need your cum more than anything. I beg of you.” I kissed him once more and began to move as fast as possible. I could feel my asshole expanding and contracting with every inch of him I took. Towards the top, my asshole constricted, his girth getting smaller. But as I went back down, I could feel it expanding as I needed to take his wide base.
“Here I come!” He yelled in pure ecstasy.
I kissed him as he did. I made sure that the moment I felt him coming I had taken every inch of him inside me. I wanted his cum as deep in me as possible. Our kiss grew more passionate the longer he came. It felt as if he hadn’t come in years. I felt his cock engorge as he shot at least a dozen spurts of his cum in my ass. I could feel him filling me up, and it nearly made me cum. I was moaning in absolute pleasure, fighting off every urge in the world to cum. I honestly orgasmed without cumming, my legs trembling, my ass clenched and hole tightening around him. I laid on him, my hips arched so he wouldn’t feel my cock. I was panting, absolutely exhausted but pleased. I kissed him one last time before getting off him.
I saw just a bit of his cum on his cock, and I had an overwhelming urge to lick it off him. There was no way I was letting one drop of his cum go to waste, it all needed to be inside me. I deep throated him one last time, using my tongue to lick off any cum I felt. I didn’t even care it had just been in my ass, I needed his cum.
“God you’re a sexy slut.” He exclaimed. My actions turning him on as he remained hard.
I got dressed and uncuffed him, taking off the blindfold as well.
“I see you’re still hard, next time though. I don’t want you to get fired.”
“Holy fuck I’m on the clock!” He yelled and frantically got dressed.
We walked to the door and he was about to leave, before he turned around. “I didn’t mean to fuck you and leave, or call you a slut. I’m so sorry.” He seemed genuinely concerned, which turned me on even more.
I kissed him and told him, “I’m your slut, don’t apologize. And I’ll be ordering a lot of pizza from you Sam. Please slap my ass before you go.” I bent over the table and yelped with delight as he spanked me. He pulled me into him and kissed me before leaving.
I shut the door and fell the floor. I had just experienced the best sex of my life, and was dying to experience it again. I walked upstairs to shower, my asshole loose after the intense fucking it had just received. I cleaned off my body, changed my clothes and wiped away the makeup. I was about to go to sleep when I heard an aggressive knock on the door. I wasn’t expecting anyone, and the tone of the knock alarmed me. I quietly walked to the door, and to my horror, I saw the douche delivery guy at the door. I was frozen in place.
“I know you’re in there bitch. You asked for Sam trying to get away from me. I wonder if you sucked him off you dirty whore. How was his fat tiny dick? Did his fat rolls hit you in the face? There’s no fucking way that pathetic piece of shit is getting his dicked licked while mine remain dry.” He yelled.
With every word I grew angrier. I couldn’t stand the way he talked about me, but even worse, the way he talked about Sam made my blood boil. I wasn’t going to let him talk this way about us, he needed to be taken down a notch. I began to act on instinct. I walked to my room and grabbed my baseball bat from high school.
“One last chance or I’m telling everyone I know about the whore that lives here!”
I walked to the door and opened it, the bat at rest by my side.
“Who the fuck are you!” I whispered, but as loudly as possible.
He was clearly taken aback. “Who the fuck are you?” Is all he could reply.
“This is my fucking house. I just got back from vacation, and you’re really pissing me off.”
For all the game he had been talking seconds earlier, he immediately got timid and began cowering away.
“Sorry, I think I got the wrong house.” He said, turning to leave.
“I don’t think you fuckin did. You see, my girlfriend was housesitting while I was gone, and my neighbor said he saw a guy leaving my place a couple weeks back.”
“I didn’t know man, I’m sorry. She was beggin me. If I knew she was in a relationship…” His whining was
pathetic.
“You call all the girls you get with whores? I should kill you just for stayin that, but you fucked my girl. For that, you really deserve a bashing.” I pulled my bat up.
“Dude, please, calm down. I’m so sorry. I have 200 bucks in my wallet from tips, it’s all yours.” He was pleading and I loved it.
“There’s no way you’re getting off that easy. I swung my bat and hit him in the leg. It wasn’t a hard hit, but
enough to get him on the ground.
He yelled in pain. “Please, I’ll give you anything. I’m sorry.”
“Get up, we’re gonna talk this out.” I helped him up and we walked inside.
I shut the door behind us. “I’m going to make this really simple for you. You know Hammurabi? I’m a big believer of his. Now, you have two choices. Either I beat the shit out of you with this bat, then shove it all the way up your pathetic ass, or you suck me off and take it in your ass. I don’t care either way, but your ass is mine one way or the other.” I picked up the bat and put it on my shoulder for effect.
“Dude, you can’t be serious. Please, anything else. I ain’t gay.” He cried out.
“Neither am I. But you fucked my bitch, now you need to get fucked like one.”
“I ain’t sucking your dick, I’ll take the first one.” As soon as he finished speaking I raised my bat and slammed it on his hand, which was resting on the table. He screamed out in pain.
“That’s a dumbass choice, but I’m not surprised.” I raised my bat again.
“No, no, please no.” He was defeated.
I pulled down my pants and grabbed his shoulders, shoving him to the ground. He kneeled there in front of me, in absolute shock at what was happening. “It’s not gonna suck itself.” I laughed.
He opened his mouth like he was allergic to it. He took me in his mouth, but his tounge was retreating down his throat, and he didn’t even press down with his lips.
“I said a blowjob. I bet a vasectomy feels better. You better enjoy yourself.” I grabbed the back of his head and pulled it towards me. I could hear him gag as he struggled to breathe. I tapped the top of his head with my bat and he stopped squirming. I felt him touch his tongue to the head of my cock, as well a gently pressing his lips against my base.
“That’s much better slut.” He continued, slowly moving his head back and forth. He began to move his tongue quicker, even flicking it against my head. I didn’t hate it, but I also wasn’t really getting hard. So I started to imagine my night with Sam. That did the trick, as I grew to my full 7 inches. He was struggling again, but I used my bat to remind him that he needed to be deepthroating me.
“Get me nice and wet, and I wanna hear you moan.” He regretfully obliged. I could feel him using more saliva, getting every inch of me wet. He moaned, I didn’t even care if it was forced and weak, he was becoming the bitch he was used to treating so poorly.
“Get up, pants down and bend over the table. Don’t say anything, and don’t you fight it.”
He was slow to do it, but eventually obeyed. I spit in my hand and began to rub my wet fingers up and down his crack, getting his hole wet. To my surprise, he was fully shaved down there.
“I thought you said you weren’t gay? You one of those sissy guys’ who only cares how they look?” I knew the answer. Although right now he was being completely submissive, he was a tall, muscular, well trimmed man. It made it even better that I was about to fuck hm.
“Tell me this is what you want, I need your permission.”
“I…I want this.” He said softly.
“You can do better than that.” I said as I placed the head of my cock against his asshole.
“I want your dick in my ass.” He said more confidently.
“That’s what I thought bitch.” With that, I unmercifully shoved my cock inside him. I didn’t ease him into it. I made sure that on one thrust he was filled with everything I could give him. He screamed out in pain and tried to buck away. But I was in control of him now and shoved him against the table.
“Talk to me the way you make girls talk to you.” I commanded him. I wasn’t even hard because of him. I was still imagining my night with Sam. I just wanted him to learn a lesson. I didn’t even pay attention to what he was saying, I knew if I wanted to cum I would have to use my imagination. Although his virgin ass was tight, the stimulation alone wasn’t enough.
“Fuck my slutty ass” He cried out. Although he was in pain, he was beginning to convince me that he was enjoying it. I began to pull out entirely and shove it in him, knowing that every time I penetrated him he was in a world of hurt.
“Oh ya, you’re so fucking big. I need it in me, don’t pull out.”
He was managing to pull me back to reality, and I happily obliged him. I didn’t even order him to, but he was beginning to match my thrusts, his hips rocking back to meet me. I wasn’t sure, but I thought I heard a moan of delight.
“Cum in me, I need your jizz.” At first I thought he was trying to get me to finish quicker, and maybe he really was, but when I pulled him up close to me, I saw that his dick was hard.
“Are you enjoying this?” I asked him.
“Your dick feels really good in my tight little ass.” He said. On one hand I could hear the fake interest in his voice, but on the other, his body really did seem to be enjoying it. I began to fuck him even faster, and he rocked his hips back at the same speed. I was close to cumming when the unexpected happened.
“Fuck me, Fuck me!” He yelled, as I saw bursts of his jizz cover my table. Shocked, I gave him one extremely deep thrust. My cock completely inside him, absolutely no part of me not in his ass, I came. The build up with my session with Sam, as well as the pleasant turn of events lead to an extremely strong orgasm. I yelled out and slapped his ass, hard. While cumming, I grabbed both of his cheeks and spread them apart, getting a good look at how widely my cock was spreading his asshole. I finished cumming and quickly pulled out of him.
He collapsed on to the table, moaning in delight, with tears also running down his face.
I pulled up my pants and grabbed his hair, pulling his straight up.
“Get out of my house, slut. If I ever see you back here, it means your giving me permission to use your ass however I want.”
He quickly got up and began to pick up his clothes, I stopped him. “No, your leaving this house in shame.”
He eventually agreed and left the house. I closed the door behind him and couldn’t believe what had happened. Two weeks ago, he treated me like a slut, and now, I had returned the favor. Even more interestingly, I had wanted him two weeks ago and finished repulsed by him. Now, I wanted him and he was the one that left satisfied. At least it seemed that way.
I went to bed, surprised my day had turned out the way it had. I had been a girl, experiencing mind blowing sex with an amazing guy that loved me. And I ended the night as a dominant man making a douche of a guy into my bitch, and he ended up loving it. I wasn’t sure what tomorrow had in store, but I was excited to find out.
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Victoria lives with her sister Theodora and her boyfriend Luther. The two of them have never really spent time together alone. Today Victoria is late getting home and they are forced to be alone. What will they do?
As a 16 year old boy I was interested in two things, being a soldier and sex. Luckily I would have both in one night.
It was a warm July night, my friends and I had gotten together to play some airsoft. We had spent all day preparing for the night, charging the batteries to our guns, getting BB’s, and got dress in our black clothes to blend into the night. As my three friends and I were gearing up to play, two kids form down the street ran up to us with there guns wanting to join us. The two boys were eleven and twelve. But the older one, Jeremy, caught my attention. He was short compared to me, maybe 75lbs, big brown eyes, and short curly dirty blonde hair. He had a beautiful smile, and a tan boyish frame. (just so you know my stats, 5’10 140lbs, blond hair, blue eyes, and average looking.)
My friends groaned in disappointment from having to deal with these “kids”.
“Come on let them play. What’s the worst that could happen.” I said to the group. As they reluctantly nodded their approval I said “Taylor and I will take Jeremy and go into the field.”
As we split into our teams Taylor, Jeremy, and I went into the field. As we reached the back Taylor broke off to the right towards the shed, Jeremy and I went to the brush on the left side of the field. We had set up our attack to trap them in a crossfire. As we approached the brush I started to army crawl, Jeremy followed suit. As I reached my point of attack I motioned Jeremy up closer. He pulled off his brown skater type hoodie and laid it on the ground next to me. As we laid there I noticed a distinct smell coming from him. It was sweet but not overpowering, I would later find out it was his deodorant, but this caused my gaze to shift from my field of fire to the innocent, and pure beauty of this boy laying next to me. As I turned my head I saw him holding his rifle and traced my eyes up his smooth arms to his hairless arm pit. I took a deep breath and continued my gawking over the sex appeal emanating from this young boy. My view got better as I saw his upper body in a tight white tank top and saw the curve of his back to an amazing bubble butt in his blue jeans. I was in shear amazement at the beauty of his flawless tanned body.
“Shit” Jeremy said. “I know its not a great time but I got to piss.” Thinking quickly at the chance to see more of him I replied
“You can’t go far. Go to that tree, I won’t look.” He laid his rifle on the ground stood quietly and walked toward the tree. I looked through my scope to see if anyone was close and I could see them on the other side of the field. I heard his button unsnap and zipper go down. I looked over to see that he had positioned himself to where I could see everything. I saw his small hairless cock and beautiful smooth balls bathed in the moonlight. I watched as his stream of piss left his body and pooled down by his feet. Seeing him shift I quickly averted my eyes to not get caught.
“Aaron.” He whispered loudly. I look over at him and he was making a face at me while shaking his dick off. As he paraded his limp dick around with his hand I asked him, not knowing where it came from, “Dude have you ever jacked off?”
“Yea all the time.” Hearing him talk about playing with his cock made me instantly hard.
“Has anyone ever sucked your dick?”
“No.” Without asking I walked over to him and knelt on my knees, put my hands on his hips to guide him. He finished taking his pants and boxers off and let them fall to the ground. His four inch cock stood straight out waiting for me to take him. I slid my hands from his hips to his gorgeous bubble butt and pulled him in and engorged myself of his tasty hairless young cock. Sucking and bobbing up and down on his cock made me almost bust my load right then, but I held it back because I wanted to surprise him. I sucked on his little cock slowed and twirled my tongue around his little cut head. I slid my right hand around to the front and played with and tickled his recently dropped balls. While I suck his little member I hear his breathing start to change, he starts to whimper and groan. I take my middle finger and ram it into his tight virgin asshole. He tensed up and pushed his crotch into my face as I finger fucked this virgin boy. He moaned, took a deep breath and blew his load into my mouth hitting my throat and tongue with three streams of hot boy juice.
He fell to the ground in ecstasy and I went with him never taking his cock out of my mouth. I sucked until he went limp and sat up with his jizz in my mouth and swallowed it down.
“Now its your turn and I want something different.”
“What?”
“You will see.” I stood up and helped him to his feet then put my hands on his shoulders and turned him around. I put one hand on his hip and the other on his back and bent him over. I knelt down again and spread his ass and started to lick up and down his tight virgin boy pussy. I licked it up down and around then started to tongue fuck his asshole. I stood up, undid my pants as my six inch rock hard cock sprang out of my briefs. I lined it up and pushed into him hard. As he started to scream I put my hand on his mouth and let him bite down on my finger. I told him to relax and I felt his asshole loosen up. I start slowly pumping my cock in and out of his ass. I put both of my hands on his hips and pull him back as I thrust into him. As we moan in unison I start to go faster, I feel our balls slapping together with each forward thrust. As I rip into his asshole I hear him whisper between breathes.
“I’m cumming again.”
I reach my hand down and play with his cock as he spurts three more ropes of cum into my hand. I bring the jizz to my mouth and lick my fingers clean. I thrust forward feeling my climax build so I pull out and swing him around to where his face is in front of my cock. He takes my ass flavored dick into his mouth and I fuck his face till I cum hard in his mouth. I shot seven spurts of jizz into his mouth. I take my dick out as he gags and spits my jizz onto the ground. He takes my cock into his beautiful 12 year old hand and milks whats left out of my cock.
“I could swallow it, it was too much.”
“That’s fine.”
Noticing the jizz on his hand he licks it off. We both put our pants on and return to our guns but we had already lost. But I guess that’s the price you pay to him the amazing bubble butt and glorious cock of a beautiful 12 year old.
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Since his dad’s death, everything has begun to fall apart for Clint. He’l have to man up to get the women of his family back under control, starting with his first cousin Melody.
I got the chance to teach my little sister about sex and it started like a sex joke I heard as a kid.
What would you do if someone could steal the very memories we hold and treasure as our own most precious of gems and jewelry; those memories that make “us” and then find them all gone. Having known something precious was there and now gone for good. What would you do.
Henry gets quite a shock when a girl volunters to join his Mother Fuckign Club, offering up her mother to be fucked hard!
I was supposed to keep other guys from checking out her ass but that didn’t work.
It started out innocently enough with pictures of crotches…nothing but crotches.
Ryan has a little too much fun with his stepsister.
The elegant wedding reception is loads of fun? The loads of fun just kept cumming.
Me fucking young family members
© 2015 by Salacious Scribe and Saxon Heart. All Rights Reserved. Posted with permission
Author’s note
This story was written by two randomly paired authors as part of a contest on an erotic story site. They took the premise of the contest and their real names first names, and came up with this story.
**I just want to say that I in know way approve of any form of non-consensual sex.
He held his weight on his arms as he hovered over me. He moved one of his knees up between my legs until he was rubbing my pussy with his hairy, fat knee. I was still wet from my earlier orgasms, that now seemed forever ago. Even through everything that happened, as he ground into my wet pussy, I could feel my body spark with recognition of the stimulation. After all, only thirty minutes or so had passed, so I was still riding both my orgasmic- and marijuana-induced highs. Mentally, I knew that I had not enjoyed anything that had happened, but after a life-time of zero action my virgin body was slowly being driven to a familiar frenzy. He smiled his smug grin again when he saw the effect he was having on me.
“Give Daddy a kiss to show him how much you love him,” he said as he leaned down. He pressed gentle kisses against my lips. It was almost loving and totally bizarre. Why can’t he just fuck me and get it over with? Why is he doing this to me? I hated his soft touches more than when he was beating me; it felt more wrong somehow. He ground his pelvis into my hip, and I could feel his still hard cock.
He moved his weight to one elbow and gently cupped my jaw and pulled my mouth open slightly. He slipped his tongue in my mouth, softly exploring inside. He shifted his knee away and, without warning, thrust two of his fat fingers into my pussy.
“Daddy’s little girl has such a nice little girl pussy. You already got it wet for Daddy, didn’t you?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I squeaked out as he playfully wiggled his fingers in me.
“Daddy’s little girl is a little slut, isn’t she?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I replied meekly.
“That’s okay because Daddy knows that his Good Girl is still a virgin. That you have been saving yourself all for me.”
I gasped. Was that part of the game or does he really know I’m a virgin?! I knew in my gut that he somehow knew that. He had been watching me for God only knows how long, and he knew that I had never been with a man.
I screwed my eyes shut, hoping to just disappear. Like if I waited long enough to open them again, I would be somewhere else. His mouth returned to mine. He thrust his tongue gently against my own, in and out of my mouth in time with his now thrusting fingers, my still wet pussy letting him easily glide in and out.
He quickly began speeding up both his fingers and his tongue. As hard as I tried to mentally separate myself from what was happening, I was helpless to stop my body’s reaction. He added a third fat finger and started rubbing my clit in small circles with his thumb. My pussy felt so full, and I released an unexpected moan. I felt him smile against my mouth, and I cringed when I realized my mistake. I felt so disgusted with myself. His mouth met mine, and he licked a trail down my jaw back to my ear. I could hear his labored breathing as he worked my pussy.
“Does Baby Girl like what Daddy is doing to her pussy?”, he asked.
“Yes, Daddy,” I replied, hating myself a little.
“If you ask him nicely, Daddy will let you cum.”
That was basically the exact opposite of what I wanted to do. But, it didn’t really seem like it mattered tonight what I wanted to do. As much as I hated it, I couldn’t do anything about how good he was making me feel. I clamped my mouth shut for fear that I might let another embarrassing moan out. I locked up all of my joints and tensed my muscles, just trying to keep my hips from rising into his hand. I could feel my pulse rising as I started breathing harder and harder. He started pushing his fingers in and out of my cunt faster and faster. He wrapped his lips around my ear lobe and sucked hard, making me let out an involuntary squeal. His mouth then moved down my neck to my collar bone, which he started bathing with his tongue.
I couldn’t keep it in anymore, and I let out a long, loud moan. As the sound left my mouth, it was like all my resistance with it. I relaxed my body and bent my neck towards his tongue. I without a doubt hated this man. I hated him touching me, how he talked to me, the way he was making me feel. I hated that my first time with a man would be with this hairy, overweight bastard. But, the mind is a tricky thing. It does strange things to protect you from emotional trauma. Illogical things. My logical thoughts on the situation were that I wanted to rip this man’s dick off and make him eat it. However, deep in my mind where I hide all of my darker desires, I had always fantasized about being taken just like this. I would touch myself and think about some unknown man of the tall, dark, and handsome variety tying me to my bed and having his way with me as I pretended not to like it. And, in this most harrowing turn of events, it was this fantasy that my mind latched on to in an effort to keep me from going crazy. I was openly panting now, and I just allowed myself to feel what was happening.
He was very skilled, and I knew that I was only a few moments away from cumming all over his hand. I could feel him smile against my throat. My hips began rising to meet his hand. He quickened the actions of his plunging fingers even more, and his thumb pressed harder on my clit to the point of bordering on pain. He switched from gently laving my neck with his tongue to alternating between sucking hard and racking his teeth across my skin. At the first feel of his incisors, I groaned and bucked my hips. He chuckled. I could feel my blood humming in my veins. I allowed my body to completely take over. And just as I felt myself climbing towards ecstasy, he stopped all his movements. I whimpered loudly and brazenly humped at his motionless hand that was still buried in my pussy before giving up.
“Now, now, Baby Girl,” he admonished as he moved to look me in the eye. “I told you that you have to ask Daddy nicely to make you cum.”
“Please. . .” I begged, knowing that my pride was really hanging by a thread at this point.
“Please, what?” he said. He smirked. I hated his damn smirk.
“Please, Daddy.”
“Please, Daddy what?” He said, losing his patience a little.
“Please make me cum, Daddy.”
“Hmmm. I don’t know if you really want it. . .”
He pulled his fingers out about half an inch, but it was enough to have me shout, “No!”
“You have to make Daddy really believe that you want it, Baby Girl.” At my hesitation, he continued to pull away his hand, and I panicked.
“No! Please, Daddy! Please make your Baby Girl cum! Please, I want it so bad, Daddy. I’ll be such a good little girl. Please, Daddy, make me cum!”
“Such a good little girl. . .”he said softly, before resuming his ministrations on my aching pussy. He stuffed his fingers in and out of my pussy roughly, and I fucking loved it. He began pumping his hard cock against my hip. I moaned, feeling waves of sensation crashing down on me. I knew I was close. Just as I felt my pussy tightening against his fingers, he leaned over and bit my nipple. I came all over his hand with a shout. I stared up at the ceiling and tried to catch my breath. My mind was swimming, and I felt lightheaded. I barely registered his movement before he was positioned between my thighs.
“Oh, you make Daddy so very happy, Baby Girl. Daddy loves you so much.” Before I had time to tense up, he had thrust into me to the hilt. He cock was a monster, and it knocked the damn wind out of me. He gave me only seconds to adjust, before he began slowly sliding it out until only the head remained, and then thrusting all the way back in. Though I may have been a virgin, between my own fun with my vibrator and his finger fucking, my pussy had little problem accommodating him. There were a few moments of discomfort as my body stretched to adjust to this new invasion, but they passed quickly, leaving me feeling delightfully full.
He started building up a slow momentum, and I could see sweat gather on his upper lip and at his hair line. Every few thrusts he would pause to grind against my pubic bone, driving me wild. He bent over my body and slipped his mouth over my nipple. He sucked hard, and I moaned unintelligibly. He bucked especially hard into me once.
“Say my name, Baby Girl,” he demanded.
Happy to oblige at this point as long as he kept doing what he was doing, I said, “Don’t stop, Daddy!”
I received a simple, encouraging, “Good Girl,” before he returned to my breast. He picked up the pace now, continuing to pull in and out almost all the way. I had never been so full, had never had anything so deep in my pussy. I felt absolutely stuffed with cock. He moved away from my breast, much to my disappointment, and lifted his head up to look me in the eye. He slid his arms under my back to brace my shoulders and, while still maintaining eye contact with me, started pummeling me with his dick. The unexpected increase in speed and power had me groaning loudly. If I had any presence of mind still left in me, I would have recoiled from the look of triumph on his face. My hands ached to grab and hold onto him; his hold on my shoulders was the only thing keeping him from fucking me off the side of the bed. My hands, still being tied behind my back, settled for fisting themselves in the comforter beneath me. He was pumping into me so fast and hard, I started having trouble trying to catch my breath in between moans and pleas. The lower half of his body pinned my own to the bed, keeping my hips from rising to fuck him back. The hair on his belly and thighs scratched me, the sweat on his body dripping onto mine and making me itch. In that moment, I was only aware of the feelings of pleasure he was evoking in me, wanted or no. Not how under normal circumstances the feel of his bulbous body pinning me to the bed or the sight of his middle-aged face leering just above my own would have caused me to recoil. I just knew that I need him to keep going.
“Oh, please. Please, Daddy, I need to cum again. Please, Daddy, make me cum,” I begged. I was right there, I knew. I just needed a little more. I needed to cum badly, and I knew I needed him to make me cum. I needed to feel his hairy belly and thighs on me, his rough hands holding me, his round and weathered face looking down at me with hungry, possessive eyes. I need all of it, all of him, to make me cum.
“Yes, Baby Girl. That’s it. You love your Daddy, don’t you?”
“Oh, yes, Daddy! I love you so much! Oh, your little girl loves you so much.”
“I know, Baby Girl. I knew when I first saw you that you were such a good little girl, and I was right. Do you know how I know you love me? How I can feel it?”
“How, Daddy?”
“Because I can feel how much you want me right here,” he said, punctuating his point by pulling out completely and then pushing back in exaggeratedly slow before resuming his vigorous fucking once again. “You’re so wet for your Daddy. Daddy could fuck your little girl pussy for hours. Oooh, and you were such a good girl and kept your pussy so tight for your Daddy. You like Daddy fucking your little pussy?”
“Oh, yes, Daddy. Fuck your Good Girl. Please make your Good Girl cum! Please, Daddy!”
“Mmm. You want to cum on your Daddy’s cock, huh? You gonna cum all over your Daddy?” As he spoke, he subtly picked up more speed. His movements became more frantic, and his face was screwed up almost into a grimace from the effort he was exerting in fucking me. His left hand moved under my back and arms to grab onto the opposite shoulder while he right hand headed for my breast. He roughly squeezed and pinched my tit. He leaned his head down to rest his sweaty forehead in the crook of my neck.
His monster cock was drilling into and stretching my pussy to the point of pain. My brain was all over the place trying to keep up with the sensations. I felt caged in by his bulk, but my body was flying high. I was right on the cusp of my orgasm.
“Don’t stop! Don’t stop! Please, don’t stop, Daddy!”
“Cum for me, Baby Girl! Cum for your, Daddy!” With that, he bit into the flesh of my neck where it met my shoulder. I screamed in pain even as my orgasm peaked. It was incredible, like lightning flowing through my veins and shooting sparks of electricity across my skin, coalescing where his teeth were sunk into my neck. He didn’t slow his pace at all, fucking me through it. I could feel my pussy clenching his dick in waves as well as my girly juices gushing out of my cunt and down my ass onto the bed.
He continued fucking me as my body came back down. At that point, I was limp like a cloth doll. For a moment after my climax, I was relaxed and hadn’t a thought in the world. Then it was like my brain was switched back on and pushed into overdrive. I remembered that I was supposed to be hating this, that I should have been fighting him. I remembered that I was being raped, and I wasn’t supposed to like it. One moment I was having the most earth-shattering climax of my existence, the next I felt like crawling into a hole from the shame.
He saw the expression on my face and abruptly stopped. He leaned forward on his elbows and stroked my face with both hands.
“Wasn’t that good, Baby Girl? Do you like what Daddy did to you?”
“Yes, Daddy, I liked it,” I replied weakly, my voice sounding peculiar in my own head. I was done. I was just ready for it to be over and for him to leave. I was so exhausted.
As if reading my mind, he said, “I know you’re tired, Good Girl. Daddy’s almost done.”
I was confused when he backed up and pulled out of me. He got off the bed and gingerly flipped me over onto my stomach. He lifted my hips so that I was on my knees with my face buried into the comforter and my ass towards him. I just let him move me how he wanted and hoped that he meant what he said about this almost being over.
He plunged back into my pussy at the same break-neck stride as before. Though I was very wet and had loosened up some, the new position made his cock feel even larger. I wasn’t into it anymore. I was indifferent and uncomfortable. His hands held onto my hips as he rode me.
“Uhhh. You feel so good, Baby Girl. Oh, I may just never stop fucking this little girl pussy. And look at that pretty little ass. So lovely.” He smacked me on the ass. I squeaked.
“You’ve been such a good girl, Baby. Daddy loves you so much.”
His grip on my hips was starting to hurt, as was the tension in my shoulders and neck from my awkward position. “Oh, pretty little girl ass,” he groaned right before pulling out. For a moment, my hopes lifted and I thought my ordeal was through.
I could hear him behind me, jerking his cock with his hand. He caressed my ass a couple times with the other hand. I then felt him move back in close, but this time I felt his wet cockhead on my still-virgin asshole. Somehow, my brain had forgotten to register my ass as a viable fucking hole for my rapist.
“No! Please not my ass, Daddy! I can suck your cock again! Please no! ” He spanked me hard, and I cried out.
“This is MY ass, Baby Girl! And I can do what I want with it.” He leaned forward, and he pushed forward agonizingly slowly into my asshole. I held my breath to keep from crying out. I tried to relax as much as I could, but that only helped him out. It didn’t lessen the burning pain. It felt like my ass was on fire. And he was going so slowly. I wasn’t sure if that was better or worse than him just ramming it all in. After what felt like an eternity, his monstrous head finally popped into my bottom. I shook slightly with a silent sob, but was determined to not move or make any noise.
To my surprise, he didn’t start fucking my ass with wild abandon. Instead, I could feel him jerking what of his cock was not already in my ass. My mind flashed to my face-fucking from earlier, and I felt that the end was in sight. Then he spanked my ass again. And again. And a third time. He leaned forward over me and whispered, “Did you know that every time I spank you this pretty little ass squeezes my cock?” With that, he rained blows on my ass, which was already bruised from his previous spanking. I couldn’t keep silent anymore.
“Please, stop! Please! It hurts so bad! Please stop, Daddy!” I howled.
“OOoooo, I’m gonna cum. Gonna cum in your tight. Little. Girl. ASS!” He roared as he came. His cock spurting in my bottom disgusted me. He pumped twice in my ass, very shallowly, and then slowly pulled out. His cock hurt just as much going out as it did going it. I was openly sobbing again. My ass was in agony. He gently moved me so that I was lying on my side, then laid down in front of me.
“Daddy’s got to leave now, Good Girl. You did so well. Will you be good while Daddy’s gone?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I said so softly that I wasn’t sure he heard me.
“I know you will,” he said, smiling kindly. He leaned forward and kissed me on my brow. “Daddy loves you.” And with that, he was gone. No “Count backwards from one million” and no “Don’t call the police or I’ll call back and kill you”. He just slipped out, presumably back out whatever way he came in.
I laid there for a while after he left, just staring into nothing. I hurt all over, but I had neither the energy nor the will to move. I knew there were things I needed to be doing, but I felt like I physically was incapable of doing anything except lay on that bed. I felt dirty. I felt like there was something wrong with me for me to like what happened to me. But, I did like it. And I couldn’t deny it. Not even too myself.
Eventually, the light in the room got brighter, and I realized it was morning. Refraining from looking in any mirrors, I made my way down the hall to my desk to get my scissors. After awkwardly slicing through the duct tape on my wrists, I stretched my arms in front of me and rolled my shoulders a few times. I wasn’t prepared for the blood to rush back in, causing a pinprick sensation in my arms, hands, and shoulders. I gritted my teeth in pain and started flailing my arms around like a crazy person, as if I might just shake the feeling out. I went into the bathroom and turned on the faucet in the shower. While waiting for the water to warm up, I finally looked at myself in the mirror.
My lips were swollen. My bite mark on my neck was very prominent. He didn’t break the skin, but you could still easily make out his teeth. I turned and gasped when I saw my ass. I knew that it hurt like hell and would be bruised, but I wasn’t prepared for how big of a bruise. It covered my whole ass practically and was a dark, angry purple. I opened up my medicine cabinet and took out three max strength Aleve, swallowing them down with a handful of water from the sink. After hand-testing the water temperature, I stepped into the shower. The water stung my inflamed skin at first, then soothed all my throbbing body parts. Well, most. The shower could do nothing for my sore pussy and ass.
I knew what I should do. I should go to the police. They could sweep the house and take a rape kit. But, I already knew that’s not what was going to happen. I had drugs in my house and in my system. And I had orgasmed twice. That alone was enough to make me want to at least wait before telling anyone. But the truth of the matter was that I had liked what had happened too much. Being taken and forced against my will comprised basically all of my sexual fantasies. Without any conscious input or thought, it seemed I had already decided to keep my mouth shut.
I stayed quiet about my rape, but people noticed changes in my behavior. I started wearing more revealing clothing, going out more. About three months later, I started getting prank phone calls. Only a few, but they were in the middle of the night from a blocked number. Whenever I would answer, no one would respond. I could hear breathing, so I knew someone was there. I just thought it was some kids playing around. The fifth time it happened, I had had enough.
“Hello! I know you’re there! Look, if you don’t stop, I’m going to report this to the police. They can look up your number and address!” I said in my most menacing voice. Then, I listened to the breathing on the other end. I closed my eyes and really listened. I had heard that before, also low and in my ear. My heart sped up, and I could feel my skin warm all over.
“Daddy?” I whispered.
A chuckle, then a sigh. “Baby Girl. . . “
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Father wished me to marry Lucinda but I claimed her “friend” Camilla instead
Neighbourhood Sex Therapy – Thirty years of Victorian upbringing erased.
Grandpa gets sick, Mom goes to him, and my sister practically rapes me. Fortunately you can’t rape the willing.
Grandpa gets sick, Mom goes to him, and my sister practically rapes me. Fortunately you can’t rape the willing.
Grandpa gets sick, Mom goes to him, and my sister practically rapes me. Fortunately you can’t rape the willing.
Grandpa gets sick, Mom goes to him, and my sister practically rapes me. Fortunately you can’t rape the willing.
Grandpa gets sick, Mom goes to him, and my sister practically rapes me. Fortunately you can’t rape the willing.
Grandpa gets sick, Mom goes to him, and my sister practically rapes me. Fortunately you can’t rape the willing.
Grandpa gets sick, Mom goes to him, and my sister practically rapes me. Fortunately you can’t rape the willing.
Mom and I got stranded during a wicked snowstorm.
Mom and I got stranded during a wicked snowstorm.
Part 2, Please read part one first! A 6 year old learns how fun sex can be…
Part 2, Please read part one first! A 6 year old learns how fun sex can be…
Part 2, Please read part one first! A 6 year old learns how fun sex can be…
