“Congratulations, my boy. I have yet to break in a virgin. How was it?”
Ethan grinned. “Delicious.”
“And now your brother gets her anal virginity,” Brett said, his voice sad. “Maybe one day I’ll get as lucky as you boys.”
Dan knelt behind Lacey, his cock in his hand. He pointed the tip at Lacey’s uncharted territory, and leaned forward. She cried out as the tip vanished inside her, but Dan soothed her with words and kisses. “Relax, Lacey, you’re doing fine, just breathe and relax.”
“It hurts.”
“Not for long, just relax and breathe.”
Lacey relaxed, breathing in and out deeply as Dan instructed her. Dan thrust in another inch, and went through the same procedure: breathe, kiss, soothe. He murmured nonsense words in her ear, caressing her smooth back, kissing her throat, her shoulders.
“Your brother is something of a professional,” Brett observed. “Has he done this often?”
“Yes, indeed,” Ethan answered, his cock aching, watching his brother mount Lacey’s ass. “Let’s just say he’s an anal expert.”
Within ten minutes of coaxing Lacey to relax, Dan was soon gliding in and out of her butt hole. Kneeling behind her, Dan bent over her slender back. With her face buried in the pillows, her butt high in the air, Ethan couldn’t hear her moans. He didn’t know if she found this sexual encounter as pleasurable as vaginal screwing. But Dan had lifted his face toward the ceiling, cords standing out on his neck. His hands on her hips held her steady as he rocked in and out of her butt hole, his cock glistening at its exposure to the light.
Lacey lifted her face from pillow long enough to cry out as she orgasmed, her entire lithe body as tense as a piano wire. Her body shuddered under Dan’s, her pussy opening and closing visibly as she came hard, her breath gasping, her eyes opened wide and staring into nothing. She would have collapsed had not Dan’s strong arm under her held her upright on her hands and knees. Still he reamed her ass, his hips slamming into her ass cheeks, his balls swinging. Faster he thrust in and out of her, tight groans forced from between his clenched teeth. His fingers left bruises on the soft, pale flesh of her hips, his huge cock sawing her in half.
At long past the time Ethan knew he’d have come, Dan finally exploded. He roared as he came, his cock spurting his jism harmlessly into her ass. He thrust hard and fast, his body jerking, spasming as his cock spurted deep into Lacey. His thrusts slowed, his hips pumping his cock in and out. Then he relaxed, sagging against her back. His fists on the mattress to either side of her shoulders, Dan breathed in ragged gasps, his cock still locked within her ass.
Only when Lacey collapsed under him did his shaft fall from her rear hole with an audible pop. Dan fell onto his side, his arms clasping Lacey to him in an embrace, his chest to her back. Ethan knew they didn’t sleep, for his hand caressed her breasts in a loving fashion as hers clasped his other hand tightly to her stomach. Ethan pondered his strategies, knowing Lacey was close to her limit for sexual exploits. Understanding that both of her orifices no doubt burned from attentions of three different men within a span of a few hours, Ethan knew he should just leave Lacey alone. Take her home and let her sleep the rest of the night.
However, his cock had different ideas. It needed another release and fisting himself to an orgasm didn’t appeal to him. Catching Dan’s eye, he jerked his head in a subtle request for Dan to remove himself from the bed. Dan obeyed after a few more kisses to Lacey’s neck and shoulders. Once Dan vacated the bed, Ethan took his place, spooning the girl into the curve of his body. His erection straining painfully, Ethan caressed her breasts and stomach with his hand. Taking his time, letting her rest and relax, he gradually ventured further down. Expecting her to protest when his finger dipped into her pussy, Ethan pushed further in when she didn’t.
Rolling his fingers over her clit, he listened as her breathing quickened. Her hand over his encouraged him to stroke her back into arousal, his fingers dipping into her growing wetness. Her legs spread restlessly as his cock probed between her thighs. Rubbing, gently pinching her clit, Ethan plunged his fingers in deep into her vagina, spreading her inner walls. Lacey’s heart pounded against his chest, low moans emerged from her every breath. Fully aroused, she pushed back against him, inviting his cock’s new invasion.
Ethan rolled her onto her back and spread her legs both wide and up, her knees against her chest. Her pink opening winked at him, juices sliding down to dampen the bed covers beneath her. Lacey’s eyes met his, filled with lust and desire as he knelt over her. Hands to either side of her head, Ethan kissed her, his tongue toying with hers. Pushing his cock against her opening, he entered an inch and withdrew, then repeated the movement, over and over. Wanting her fully aroused and slick enough for him to glide in all the way without hurting her, Ethan teased her, making her crazy with lust.
Lacey broke away from his mouth. “I need it,” she gasped. “Give it to me.”
“I want to be gentle with you, girl,” he murmured, his lips nibbling her ear. “Your pretty little pussy must be sore.”
“I don’t care. It feels good when you’re inside me.”
Rather than obey her, Ethan worked his shaft in another inch, then pulled out, rocking back and forth, building her toward her climax. Lacey moaned, her nails scraping his back, his shoulders, trying to pull him deeper into her. He resisted, feeding her only inches and not his full length. Thrashing, she squirmed and gasped, spreading her knees wider, inviting him to plunge in to the hilt.
Fighting his own desire to sink himself all the way in, Ethan continued to tease her relentlessly, wanting her to orgasm before he did. By the way she clutched his arms and shoulders, he suspected she was close to it. He slowed his pace, making her gasp and squirm under him, his own climax hovering.
Lacey stiffened, moaning, her head thrown back. Around his cock her inner walls trembled, convulsing, her orgasm shuddering through her. Instantly, Ethan plunged in up to his balls inside her. Lacey cried out, her body quaking, her nails scratching bloody furrows in his flesh. Driving in hard, fast, he reamed her pussy with his stiff shaft. His hands burrowed under her hips, lifting her, his head lying next to hers on the bed as he worked his way in and out.
Ethan’s breath grew ragged. His climax built, grew, bittersweet ecstasy climbing from his loins. His explosion imminent, he thrust in hard, feeling her pussy clamp down on his shaft. In a whirling crescendo, his pleasure soared on wings, and he pulled from her body. Burying his cock into the blankets on the bed, Ethan’s orgasm shuddered through him. His sperm spurted, his shaft jerking, the intense sensations making him moan. Lights spun behind his eyes. For a long minute, his shaft continued its powerful quaking, his climax coursing through him.
At long last he sighed, and rolled off Lacey’s body. She breathed hard, and lowered her legs. Turning onto her side, she cuddled into him, her face buried in his throat. Ethan held her close, enjoying the simple feel of her body close to his, scenting the odor of her hair.
“I’m done,” she murmured. “No more, please.”
Ethan caressed her shoulders, her back. “Time to get you home, sweetheart.”
He’d almost forgotten Dan and Brett sitting naked in their chairs, sipping wine and watching. Lifting himself up onto his elbow, he said, “Our girl has had enough. Brett, can you loan us a carriage?”
He nodded, and rose to don his pants and white shirt. “I’ll see to it.”
Dressed, he leaned over Lacey and pulled gently on her shoulder until she gazed up at him. He planted a firm kiss to her lips. “You’ll come back and see me again, Miss Lacey?”
Smiling, she lifted her hand to his cheek. “I will.”
After he’d gone, Dan also drew on his clothes, then helped Lacey into her skirts and bodice, buttoning up the many buttons on the back. Ethan watched for a few minutes, his limp cock drying. “Quite an adventure for your first party,” he said.
Combing her wealth of gold hair, Lacey nodded, her light green eyes reflective. “I’
m not a girl any more, am I?”
“No,” Dan replied, his arm over her shoulders. “You’re a woman now. And whoever marries you will be a very fortunate man.”
“I’m not going to marry that old boor my father selected,” she said. “I want a man, a young man, who will treat me the way you three have. One who will give me pleasure in and out of bed.”
Ethan finally rose to find his clothing. “That shouldn’t be difficult, Lacey. Any sane man will want you for a wife and bed-partner.”
He stroked the back of his hand down her cheek. “Perhaps I might court you.”
“Brothers share,” Dan commented with a grin. “Can you handle two of us courting you?”
Lacey laughed and hugged them both. “I sure can try.”
Story 40
Chapter 1
It was my first day on the job as a deliveryman. I did take my job pretty seriously, and I hoped that this would be the first of many days to come. I looked at the address that I would be delivering to, realizing it looked familiar.
"Why did this look so familiar?” I muttered to myself. Did I know the soul that lived here? Was it because I would be delivering to them right away? I mean, the package said on it that it was fragile, and should be handled with care, and I would have to make a door delivery.
Great, my first day on the job and I have to go to the door.
I worked my routes, finally finishing everything up. It was about four or so, a bit late in the day, and I hoped the person would be home.
As I looked at the address though, I immediately realized who it was.
"Holy shit.”
The address belonged to my best friend Devin, and it was his mom’s house.
Devin and I were friends, although the two of us didn’t talk all that much. I mean, ever since we both finished high school, we drifted apart. Devin would be home from school since it was break, but I wanted if we would get to meet up. I spent lots of time at Devin’s place, and I realized as well that meant I would get to see his mom Trish.
Trish. was hot as fuck. She married young and had a kid at nineteen years old, and since her son was eighteen himself, that meant she was only thirty-seven. And boy did she look good. I remembered catching a glimpse of her every now and then when I hung out with Devin, and I had to say, she was a gorgeous lady, and a total hottie.
There was no way we’d do more than just exchange a few words though. Trish. was older, and probably didn’t want a guy like me. She probably saw older men and got dinner off them or something. It’s what I'd do if I was a single mom with a grown kid. Devin was smart. He could take care of himself. Meanwhile, I mostly just spent my time trying to find a decent job because my parents didn’t help with shit now that I was older and stuff.
Anyways, I guess I would meet up with her soon enough. I got to the address, steeling myself. I hoped this would be okay. I didn’t see Devin’s car there, so I figured that he was gone. This was my first job out of high school, at eighteen years old, and I hoped I did it right.
I walked to the door with the package in hand. I was careful with it, and when I knocked at the door, I waited about a minute before someone came. What was she doing in there? It was then when the door opened, and I heard a small squeak from some female in the room.
"Hello there—Oh hi Frankie!”
"Hello there Ms. Williams,” I said to her with a smile on my face.
"Oh don’t be so prim and proper. Just call me Trish. You know this,” she told him.
I blushed. She was always like this. Overly friendly, and fucking gorgeous. Her long, brown hair cascaded down her back, and her blue eyes were still youthful. She was still small and curvy as hell, with huge tits and a full ass. It was then when I saw another woman come forward, a gorgeous redhead about her age.
"Hey there! My, I didn’t expect a cute guy to be at the door,” the redhead said.
"Come on Natalie, you’re embarrassing him,” Trish said.
I mean, I wasn’t going to say no to a compliment like that. I flushed, and then, the redhead spoke.
"I’m Natalie. So what brings you here?” she asked.
"I have a package,” I told her, giving Trish the contents.
She held the box in her hands, and that’s when I saw it. That devilish smile. Holy shit, she was planning something.
"I mean, this just makes the delivery even better. Come on in. I’m having a small get together with a couple friends,” she said.
I nervously stepped through the threshold, the familiar air of Devin’s home wafting through me. I mean, this was a place I spent most of my childhood in, and although Devin was off to college, and he was probably doing his own thing, I couldn’t help but feel welcomed when I stepped into the abode. When I got to the living room, I saw two other women, four in total including Trish and the redhead.
The other woman was an Asian lady, and she didn’t look a day over 25. She had black hair, hazel eyes, and a petite frame, but she certainly was pretty. The other woman was a blonde with huge tits as well, looking almost like Dolly Parton but without all of the plastic surgery. She had Botox maybe, but I think she just mostly kept herself healthy. I looked at all of the women in here, and then, I stared at Trish.
"So what are you doing here?” I asked.
"Oh, just some girl time. We were supposed to have a male dancer come in here to entertain us, but he canceled at the LAST second. I guess you’re the replacement,” she said with a wink.
Replacement? I didn’t sign up for this!
"I'm just the delivery boy,” I told her with a smile.
"Nonsense! Come on, stay a while,” she said.
I knew this was the last place I had to deliver to. They didn’t expect me back till late, since I had a lot and got done early. I’m sure sitting around for a few minutes wouldn’t hurt.
I sat on the sofa, and immediately, Trish and Natalie were right up next to me. I noticed Trish's hands were on my thighs, lightly dancing against there.
"So, how have you been?” she asked me.
"Pretty good. Been mostly working. Trying to get some stable footing before I try to get to community college,” I told her.
"Oh wow. Sounds like fun. I remember you were always such a hard worker. Devin's off with some buddy of his from college. Apparently they’re close now,” she said.
I felt a small pang of jealousy. Why did he act like that? Why was he so distant?
"I haven’t seen him, but it’s okay, I'm sure we can catch up,” I told her.
"Oh yes. But I do have to say, you’ve grown into quite the handsome boy,” she said with a coo, touching my body slightly.
I felt like I was in the spotlight the moment she touched me. My cock started to grow hard, and I tried to hide the tent in my pants. But then, the Asian woman came behind me, putting her arms around my shoulders, my head right by her breasts.
"So, is he our new playtoy tonight?” she asked.
"He could be. In fact, if he wants to, he can have the honors of using the new toy on me,” she told me with a smile.
New toy? What the hell was she talking about? I looked at her, and then, she pulled something out. It was the package, the one I delivered.
"Go ahead, I want you to open it.”
"But it’s yours Trish--”
"I don’t care. I want you to,” she demanded.
I knew there wasn’t any winning with her. I picked up the contents, and I opened them. Inside, it was a dildo, one that was big and looked to have different speeds. The other girls let out coos of approval, and I looked at her.
"You want me to...”
"Yes. I want you to use it on me Frankie. That is, if you want. If you get me off, we will give you quite the reward,” she said.
I immediately blushed. I didn’t expect this to happen, but here I was, a dildo in my hand, and my cock as hard as a rock, ready to see where all of this was about to take me.
Chapter Two
The first thing I saw was Trish take off her pants.
She did this, along with her underwear, revealing her thick, throbbing pussy. It looked pink and puffy, and when I saw it, I bit my lip, feeling aroused by the sight of this. I soon watched as she spread herself apart, looking at me with a smile.
"Go ahead,” she said.
I opened the package with a hesitating smile, pulling the contents out with each passing moment. I noticed that the dildo was already put together, batteries included, and when I turned it on, I looked at her. She smiled, and I could see her teasing her clit as she looked at me, the hunger present.
Shit, I didn’t know how much longer I could hold myself back. This was fucking torture. I soon moseyed over though, pressing the tip of the dildo to her entrance, and when I pushed it in, I heard her moan.
She took all of it like it was nothing, and when I had that in there, she looked at me with a smile.
"Fuck that feels good. I wished it was your cock though,” she said.
"Same,” I told her, my mouth watering with need.
"If you want though, I’m sure that Natalie over here could take care of you. We each want a taste of you, but first, you have to take care of me,” she said.
I started to push the toy in and out of her, first slowly, but then, I cranked up the speed, thrusting my hands in and out of her. The sounds that she made were heavenly, and I couldn’t stop thinking about how crazy this was, how I was actually living out the fantasy of getting off Trish. I knew Trish was very sexual. But I never imagined this would happen. The small crush turned into something way more.
I soon began to push the toy in deeper, allowing for the top of it to scrape against her g-spot. As I did that, she clung to me, moaning in pleasure, and I could see that the toy was working its magic. Holy fuck, this was amazing to watch, and as I saw this, I noticed Natalie was between my legs, undoing my pants.
"Ahh what are you--”
Before I knew it, she had my pants off, cock in her hands, and she was moving her lips against the tip of it, lightly teasing it slightly. As she did this, I groaned, my sensitive cockhead reacting to her touches almost immediately. I didn’t expect for her to do something like this, and I knew for a fact that she was practically taking all semblance of control away from me. She continued to suck on the tip, taking more of my cock into me.
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