by Freya Kane
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So that’s how I ended up here, letting my college professor and his best friend share me and breed me. The two of them never stopped bringing me crazy amounts of pleasure, and I got to be treated like a princess by two sexy men.
Thank goodness for the endless pregnancy hormones that made me even hornier than before because keeping up with Brooks and Kellen would have been too much for most women!
If having a threesome with my teacher that turned from a one night stand into an actual relationship with a baby on the way makes me a dirty girl, well, I guess I’m okay with that. Dirty girls obviously have more fun, and they always know how to share!
Taking Her Bare
by
Freya Kane
I’ve always been a bit of a clean freak.
As flaws go, I don’t think it’s really that bad, but growing up it drove me absolutely crazy. My Mom was always my opposite – dirty dishes left in the sink, mail spread all over the living room, clothes tossed on the floor. I hated it! My Dad tried to pick up after my Mom and help me out, but more often than not I’d be the one scrubbing tomato sauce off the stove.
Right before I went to college, I decided I’d had enough. The idea of sharing a closet sized room with two other girls didn’t seem fun for me, so I scoured the newspapers for an affordable apartment. All the apartments looking for female roommates were full, so I ended up renting a room from a guy named Ronan.
When you’re the quiet girl in the back of the classroom, guys tend to either ignore you or make your life hell, but Ronan was different. Friendly but not in a creepy way, Ronan was the kind of guy who would give you space if you needed it, or be there to study with or watch a Netflix marathon if you felt like hanging out. He even tried his best to keep the house clean. Tried, being the word.
Ronan had cooked lasagna for dinner last night. It was delicious, but the mess was still all over the kitchen a day later. I sighed and grabbed my rubber gloves.
I was on my hands and knees, half inside the oven as I scrubbed the baked on cheese that had spilled onto the bottom of the oven, and my mind started to wander.
To. . . dirty things.
With Ronan.
You see, I’m a virgin. I’ve touched myself a few times, but while it felt nice, it never felt as explosive and incredible as all the movies made it out to be so I was starting to wonder if the whole sex thing wasn’t over-rated.
But lately, the dirty thoughts crept in whenever my mind was unoccupied. At first, the man who touched me and made my body sing with pleasure was just a generic guy – tall, buff and sexy of course – but no one in particular. But in the past few weeks, that nondescript hot guy was getting a bit more familiar.
We’d be eating dinner and Ronan’s fingers would brush mine when he handed me the salt, and I’d imagine those same fingers buried between my legs, sliding in and out of that untouched hole. Or Ronan would come out of the shower in a pair of low-slung pajama pants and I’d imagine yanking them down and wrapping my lips around his cock.
I’d be left with flushed cheeks and wet panties, and I’d have to excuse myself to my room. I’d slide my hands down the front of my panties and touch the slippery flesh between my legs, rubbing myself desperately as I tried to find some kind of release, but I always ended up even more frustrated. After a few minutes I’d give up, wash my sticky fingers and try to go on with my day.
Until the next time I saw Ronan and it started all over again.
From my spot in front of the oven, I couldn’t help fantasizing. I was wearing a pair of tight spandex bike shorts that didn’t hide much, but what if I’d been wearing a skirt without any panties instead? As I scrubbed, I pretended I was and that Ronan had come home and walked into the kitchen to see me on the floor with my pink slit peeking out from between my legs while I cleaned, just waiting to be touched.
I shifted uncomfortably. The shorts I wore were too tight to wear panties with, so nothing covered me but a thin layer of white spandex, and I could feel the heat starting to grow between my legs. I clenched my thighs together and tried to ignore it.
What would Ronan do if he came home and saw me like that? Would he get down on his knees behind me and slide his fingers along my seam, feeling how wet I was before pushing one of those big fingers inside? I moaned quietly, feeling my nipples getting tight as I imagined Ronan lowering his face to my pussy and tasting the juices that flowed over me as I thought of him.
Sighing in resignation, I pulled off one of the gloves and reached my hand between my legs, rubbing my pussy through the thin shorts. I shivered, my hips bucking against my hand, and I could feel the heat and wetness from my arousal through the shorts. I wondered if maybe I could finally give myself an orgasm today.
Inside my mind, Ronan had finished licking my pussy, and now he had unzipped his pants and pulled out a giant snake of a cock. I’d never actually seen Ronan’s cock, but I couldn’t imagine it being anything but huge. He lined himself up and pressed it into my pussy, stretching me open inch by delicious inch. He started pounding me, pumping his hard cock in and out of my tight pussy.
Between my legs, I rubbed harder, trying to get closer to that amazing release I was imaging, but nothing worked. Frustrated, I shoved my glove back on my hand and went back to scrubbing, angrily rubbing at the baked on mess in the stove while between my legs my pussy still throbbed.
“Natasha.”
I froze, my cheeks flushing hotly. “Hi, Ronan,” I stammered, wondering how long he had been watching me.
“You didn’t come, did you?”
Flushing impossibly redder, I turned to see Ronan standing in the doorway. The front of his pants was stretched in a tent. He'd gotten hard watching me. "I'm sorry," he said. "I came in and you were touching yourself. I should have just left but. . ." he trailed off, and I realized his eyes were focused between my legs. "You're so wet. You've soaked through those shorts, and they're almost see-thru. I can see your pussy lips through them.”
I shivered and instinctively parted my legs a bit wider. Ronan noticed. “Have you ever made yourself come?” he asked, his hand unconsciously going to his cock.
“No,” I said quietly before adding, “want to help?”
Ronan was on his knees behind me before I could say anything else. His large hand cupped my pussy the way mine had a moment before, his fingers pressing the wet fabric of my shorts against my lips, and his thumb pressed against that swollen button of my clit, the place I had rubbed so many times to no avail.
“I want to make you come, Natasha. We don’t have to do anything else if you’re not comfortable, but you deserve to come.” I whimpered as Ronan increased the pressure as he rubbed me over my shorts.
I wanted to turn around and look at Ronan. I wanted to push down my shorts and feel his fingers on my skin. I wanted to beg him to put them inside me. I wanted so much, but I didn’t ask for any of it. I was too afraid to risk breaking the spell and making him stop.
“Just dripping,” Ronan growled. I looked down between my legs to where I saw Ronan’s large hand stroking me, and he was right. My juices had soaked the fabric and turned the thin, white spandex transparent. I could see the swollen lips of my pussy as they begged to be touched.
I could feel the pressure growing stronger, so much stronger than anything I’d ever felt. I gripped the edge of the rug, my nails digging into the woven cotton as my thighs started to tremble. I felt like I was on the very edge of a delicious earthquake.
“Ronan!” I moaned. I could feel the tremors starting from deep inside me. “Don’t stop!”
“That’s it, baby!” he said, his fingers flying over my clit, the wet fabric giving the perfect amount of friction on my skin. “Come for me.”
“RONAN!" My whole body froze as every muscle in my locked up for an instant before shaking and quivering with the explosive power of my first orgasm. My arms gave out and I pitched forward onto the rug, my ass still up in the air as Ronan continued to rub my pussy through the
aftershocks.
After what seemed like forever, the trembling bliss stopped, and Ronan’s hand stilled. I rolled over and sprawled on my back, my legs splayed open like an invitation on the kitchen floor.
Wow.
My mind cleared slowly, and I saw that Ronan was unzipping his pants.
Oh yes. I couldn’t wait to see. . . and touch. . . and taste that cock I’d been dreaming about.
I started to sit up, eager to feel him, but Ronan stopped me.
“No, baby. You don’t have to touch me. I can take care of myself.”
“But I want to!” I protested.
Ronan shook his head. I could only watch as Ronan sat on the floor across from me and tugged his thick cock out of the slit in his boxer briefs.
Damn. It was huge!
Ronan's cock was easily eight inches. The head was slick with fluid and bright red, and my eyes followed the thick vein down the length of it to see the heavy balls between his legs, sprinkled with blond hair.
“Keep your legs open just like that,” Ronan said, his eyes focused between them as he started jacking his cock.
I parted my legs even further, stretching the fabric enough that the full outline of my pussy was visible, but that wasn’t enough. I wanted to show Ronan more, and since his hands were busy he couldn’t very well stop me.
I reached between my legs and pushed aside the soaked crotch of my shorts, the stretchy fabric moving easily to reveal the pink slit of my pussy to Ronan’s greedy eyes.
“Natasha,” he moaned. “Fuck that’s sexy!”
Ronan scooted a bit closer to me and rose on his knees, but still refrained from touching me. He jacked his length even harder, his hand a blur as it moved up and down his shaft.
“I want to come on you, Natasha,” he growled. “Yes!” Ronan grunted loudly as he came, and the first white streaks of his come landed on my bare pussy lips. His hand moved slower now, squeezing his length as he drew out his orgasm and painted my pussy with come.
Finally spent, he slumped back against the kitchen wall, his softening cock poking out of his pants as he tried to catch his breath.
“That was amazing, Natasha,” Ronan murmured. “I know I shouldn’t have touched you, but you looked so horny.”
“I never knew anything could feel like that,” I said, pulling my shorts back over to cover my pussy and closing my legs regretfully. Ronan’s come covering me was sticky, and normally I’d be wanting a shower, but all I wanted now was to feel it covering me and filling me. “I’ve never felt anything so good!”
Ronan gaped at me. “You’ve had orgasms before, haven’t you?” I shook my head. “That was your first?”
“I’ve tried so many times to make myself come,” I said. “I start thinking about you and my nipples get hard and my pussy gets wet, but it doesn’t matter what I do. I can finger myself until I’m sore but I never manage to come. Until today.”
Ronan smiled. “Thinking about me makes your pussy wet?” I flushed bright red as I realized what I’d just said. “Don’t be embarrassed, Natasha. Thinking about you makes my dick rock hard.” He shook his head. “Your boyfriends over the years haven’t been very worthwhile if they’ve never even come close to making you come though.”
If possible, my face turned even redder. “I’ve never had any boyfriends that have had the chance to try.” I watched Ronan’s face as I said the next words. “Ronan, I’m a virgin.”
Ronan’s cock twitched where it was still hanging out of his pants. “You’ve had boyfriends touch you though?” he asked incredulously. “You’ve gone out on dates, and you’ve had a guy put his fingers between your legs right?”
“No Ronan,” I replied. “Two hands have been in between my legs. Mine and yours.”
“God Natasha,” Ronan said, cupping his cock which suddenly wasn’t looking so spent. “We can’t do this again. When you lose your virginity it’s supposed to be something special with someone special. I can’t be the person who takes your cherry, no matter how much I want to. I’m not worth it.” Ronan tucked his cock away and stood up, helping me gently to my feet.
Now that his cock was tucked away, I could see the bulge between his legs. It wasn’t as huge as earlier, but my words had already gotten him half hard. I reached for his zipper, but Ronan grabbed my wrist.
“I can’t, Natasha. I want to so much, but it would be wrong. I’m sorry.”
Ronan walked away, and a minute later I heard the front door shut as Ronan left me there, with a half-cleaned kitchen and a very messy pussy.
***
Ronan almost seemed to be hiding from me for the next few days. Instead of coming home right after work, he stayed out until late at night, sneaking into the house when I was asleep and leaving before I woke up.
We both might have been nineteen, but he was the one acting like a teenager.
So what if I was a virgin? Ronan had been perfectly happy to touch me when he thought he wouldn’t be the first, but somehow the idea of me being untouched was just too much.
He’d given me my first orgasm with just the touch of his fingers over my shorts. He hadn’t even touched my skin, let alone tasting me or fucking me. And he hadn’t allowed ME to bring him any pleasure.
I wasn’t going to stand for this.
Seducing Ronan so he forgot himself seemed like the easiest plan. I slipped on a silky pink nightgown that just barely covered my ass. Underneath the soft satin, I was totally nude. Needing a way to kill time while I waited for Ronan to show up, I flicked on the vacuum cleaner.
Old habits do die hard.
I quickly lost track of time as I ran the vacuum across the pale cream colored carpet, leaving neat lines in the carpet. I bent over to fluff the pillows on the sofa and then there was a warm, hard body pressed against my back.
Ronan’s home.
The vacuum cleaner had drowned out his entrance, and just as I suspected, the skimpy negligee was enough to make Ronan forget his silly rules.
“How is it even possible to look that sexy vacuuming?” Ronan purred, his hands skating across my body.
My lips curled into a smile, and I couldn’t resist pressing my ass back against his growing erection before turning in his embrace.
I looked at Ronan’s handsome face, studying the chiseled jaw peppered with stubble and the full lips I couldn’t wait to kiss. I ran my fingers over the blond waves of his hair, and then giggled as I noticed that his blue eyes were focused on my ample breasts.
My nipples had tightened to hard peaks, and the bodice of the nightgown was sheer so he could see my puckered nipples standing at attention. Without saying another word I stood on my toes and gave Ronan a kiss, sucking his lower lip into my mouth and nibbling just a bit before laying back on the couch, allowing the nightgown to ride up my thighs as I settled onto the soft cushions.
“I want you to touch me, Ronan,” I said, tracing my fingers lightly over my breasts before moving downward. “I want to feel your fingers.” I parted my legs and ran my finger across my mound, letting Ronan see the slick moisture that had gathered there already. “And your mouth.” I pushed my finger inside myself, penetrating my tight opening. “And your cock.”
“Natasha-“ Ronan began.
“It’s my choice,” I interrupted. “My body. You’ve already been the first one who could make me come. And I want you to be the first one to fuck me.”
“Yes,” Ronan hissed, his resolve crumbling.
Emboldened by his reaction, I took his hand and brought it between my legs. My hips arched completely off the cushions as Ronan’s fingers finally brushed my bare skin. His fingers followed the contour of my pussy, tracing the seam before parting my lips like petals and a single thick finger pushed inside me.
I keened at the pleasant burn that filled me as Ronan’s finger stretched my tight opening. My walls squeezed the invading finger, fluttering around him and giving him a taste of what he’d be enjoying soon.
“You really are a virgin,” Ronan breathed,
almost to himself. “You’re so tight inside. I’m not even sure how I’d fit inside you without hurting you.”
In answer, I rocked my hips against Ronan’s hand and he slowly removed his finger before thrusting it back inside. My breath caught at the amazing feeling of fullness. Ronan thrust harder, fucking me on his hand before slipping a second finger inside.
The burn grew stronger as he scissored his fingers open, stretching my tightness, and after just a few thrusts of his hand the pain faded into the background, forgotten with the bliss that was building in me.
