and kissing.
I couldn’t handle it, simply couldn’t! And Chase pounded me into another climax, and a gush of honey coated his dick and balls as my whole world seemed to blackout. And I gasped and flailed as he groaned and came in me, adding his load to the mix of cum in my cunny as the lot of us all panted and rutted for long into the night.
I don’t really know how much time passed, all of us lost to the sins of the flesh, in touching and pleasuring one another. It felt like an eternity and yet hardly any time at all, and I every part of my body ached but it was a good ache. An ache I’d grow to crave.
Though now that I’m pregnant, that’s a bit harder to muster. It wasn’t the last time I did something like that. After that first night, I was begging Suzie to bring me back for another ‘party’, and honestly... I have no clue who the father is.
I guess they all assumed I was on the pill like Suzie was, but after it got out that I was a virgin, they must’ve figured it out, because I was very, very popular for the next few months.
Once I have the baby, I might have to settle down a little bit, become more responsible.
Though I couldn’t see myself stopping those parties, not for good.
I mean, the guys keep inviting me back even though I’m so swelled up with child already. They can’t get enough of me. Suzie worried they might lose interest in me when I got back, but far from it! Seems they’re even wilder than before, and I keep getting whispered requests to be the first to fuck me after the baby’s born.
I have no idea who I’d pick though… there’s so many great guys to choose from!
His Brat’s Fertile First Time: Avril
Book Themes:
Step-Relations, Taboo, Virgin, and Breeding
Word Count:
4,881
“Listen,” Avril whispered to Samantha. “You can totally hear them fucking.”
Samantha made a face, but then, she’d always been more immature than her best friend, Avril. Even though they were both eighteen, Samantha still preferred watching Disney movies to pornos, a sentiment that Avril simply didn’t understand.
Avril was blonde, blue eyed, and had an incredible figure she never hesitated to show off. Even lounging around in her bedroom on a Sunday afternoon she was still in short shorts and a blue bikini top. Samantha looked much the same, but her sundress was practically a church outfit and her blonde hair was tied back into two braided pigtails.
“This is his fifth one, this week,” Avril whispered again, her head pressed to the wall that she and her dad shared.
“Isn’t it kind of messed up that you listen to your step-father like this?” asked Samantha from the other side of the room, flipping through a magazine.
Cyril had been her stepfather since Avril was a toddler, and her birth mother had died a couple years ago. Now he was bringing home a string of floozies but he wouldn’t settle on any of them for more than a couple of weeks at a time.
Avril just figured he was lonely, and since she was heading off to college in a month, it was getting worse every day.
Thud. Thud. Thud.
The woman was panting louder, and the thin walls did little to keep the whole house from hearing, but Cyril was quiet. He knew Avril was home and he was trying to be respectful. Or, Avril thought, maybe he was just ashamed of his behaviour.
Samantha looked up from the glossy pages and tilted her head at Avril when she saw the expression on her friend’s face. She was worrying her lower lip between her teeth, and the way she was straddling the pillow and grinding against it was anything but subtle.
“Avril!” Samantha gasped, her lip curling in disgust.
Avril stopped humping the pillow for a moment and let out a soft sigh, her cheeks flushing with just a tinge of shame. “Maybe you should go,” she murmured, averting her eyes from her friend's.
“I will! God, call me when you’re over...whatever this is!" Samantha practically threw the magazine back on the table and stomped out the door. "He’s your fucking step-father, you perv!”
But as Samantha stormed down the stairs and slammed the door behind her, Avril didn’t stop. She reached for the vibrator in her nightstand and caressed it lovingly. It was stubby and purple, and of all the fancier ones she’d tried, this little guy was her favourite. It could bring her an earth shattering orgasm in twenty seconds or less, if she let it.
Her dad and the other woman had been at it for a good ten minutes, at least. Or, rather, that was when he’d closed the door. She’d only recently started hearing those tell tale sounds of pleasure, and as she turned the little knob on the toy, she skipped past the lower settings.
She wanted to cum, hard and fast. She spread her long, slender legs, unbuttoned her jean shorts, and stuck the vibrator between the cotton of her panties and the denim. She jolted at the sensation, biting back a gasp. She pulled the vibrator back for a second, letting her catch her breath before pushing it back right to her clit, letting out a loud, obvious moan.