He was leaving a trail of pre-cum all over my lips and I desperately wanted to lick it up, to taste his flavour, but I was still unable to even flutter an eyelash, much less exercise any oral dexterity. I heard Paul undressing as Todd finally ended his enthusiastic sucking of my nipple and took my hand, wrapping it around his hard cock.
Academically, I knew all about the male erection. To have one of the most sought after cocks in the school right in the palm of my hand was an experience that didn’t even belong in the same universe as the book-smarts knowledge.
I knew it would probably feel ‘good’ it might be ‘exciting’ but I never expected it to wake up some kind of animal craving inside me. One time I had run a marathon for charity and by the time I finished and saw that stand with cups of water, my body had wordlessly cried out ‘NEED’ and I’d lurched over to consume as many cups as I could. Now my body did something similar as I felt the throb of Todd’s cock and realised I was poised to be penetrated at both ends.
As Leon began to push his hard dick into my mouth, I felt the tickle of Stella’s hair on my navel as she leaned over me from the side. With both hands, she reached around under my knees, pulled my feet up on to the edge of the table and then pulled my pussy lips apart, spreading me for my Daddy.
“Best seat in the house,” she said.
“You’re sure she’s completely under? She won’t know?” Paul asked.
“Guarantee it, Paul, she thinks it’s just these two, and what’s one more load of cum between friends?”
Thank you, Stella!
Todd had begun using my hand to jerk himself off and I didn’t think I could open my jaws any wider to take Leon’s cock if I had tried. When I felt the tip of Paul’s hard shaft pressing against my virgin slit, I was having a total sensory overload brought on by so many dicks all at once.
When Paul started pushing in earnest, I was surprised at how easily he slid inside me. I had no idea if I was just that wet, or if Stella had given him a quick blowjob or if somebody had the foresight to bring some lubricant. Whatever the case, I was taking my step-dad’s big cock into my tight slit like a champ.
He barely had the head inside when I felt him hit the unbroken barrier of my virginity and pause, seeming to savour the moment as if I was a fine wine. Then, with my best friend’s breath gently blowing on my entrance, a cute guy’s hard dick in my mouth and the captain of the football team using my hand to pleasure himself, I felt Paul grip my hips and force his entire length into me, balls-deep.
I sucked in a gasp of air around Leon’s cock, and he choose that exact moment to thrust forward as well, roughly jamming his length down my throat. I almost felt like I was going to explode from having so much masculine presence inside my body, both of them held their shafts in as deep as possible for what seemed like an eternity, Leon’s balls resting on my upside-down nose, Paul’s resting on the crack of my ass.
Finally, when I thought I would run out of air, Leon pulled back until the head of his hard rod popped into my mouth again and I sucked in as much oxygen as I could around it, feeling the rush of blood to my head lessen somewhat as my body took in what it needed. Paul began thrusting his cock in and out of my sex with power, taking no account of my complete inexperience, just using me for his own base needs.
My step-father’s thrusts were so hard that I could feel my tits jiggling wildly with every slap of his balls on my ass. There was some pain, to be sure, but Stella was gently stroking my clit, her fingers slippery with my juices, and that stimulation was easily overwhelming any discomfort I was experiencing.
Leon placed his hands gently on my neck and began forcing himself back down my throat, I could feel the extra pressure from his hands squeezing down on his cock and wondered if it was as intense for him as it was for me. He soon built up into a nice rhythm, matching Paul’s thrusts most of the time but also stopping every now and then to pull back so I could breathe, like a true gentleman.
Stella’s fingers started flicking harder and faster on my clit, occasionally pressing downwards against Paul’s frantically pounding shaft so the hard veiny length rubbed on my little go-button. Combined with the still-hard cock of the football captain on my hand and Leon’s balls repeatedly swinging against my nose, I couldn’t take much more.
My second orgasm hit me almost out of nowhere, building up to boiling point over the course of only a dozen or so thrusts at each end. I moaned weakly directly on to Leon’s cock and he grunted in response, the vibrations seemingly pushing him over the edge too as he slammed his cock all the way down my neck and blasted my throat with a huge load of cum.
From the hazy heights of my climax I felt an absolute torrent of sperm being deposited directly into my stomach as Leon’s hips sporadically thrust his cock in and out in extremely shallow motions until he was entirely spent. As he pulled out I felt like I’d swallowed a thick sword, there was just so much of it.
“Wow… thanks, Jenny. Hey, look, she didn’t waste a single drop!”
“Aw, none for me?” said Stella.
“I’ve got something for you, slut,” said Todd, “get over there by her face and open wide.”
As my orgasm slowly faded, I felt Stella shift positions, kneeling by my head and supporting it as Todd continued to use my hand to jerk himself off, now aiming it directly at my face. Stella’s open mouth was right next to mine, our lips practically touching, as she made a nice target for Todd to unleash his semen on.
We didn’t have long to wait as I felt Todd pause his furious motions for a moment and his cock twitched in my grip. A warm jet of sperm erupted across my open mouth, some falling in, but most of it seeming to go to Stella.
I would have pouted if I could, this was my gangbang after all, but I needn’t have worried, Todd had enough cum for the both of us. Each pause and twitch brought a new jet of cum until my face felt thoroughly coated in baby batter and I could only guess at what state Stella was in.
To my surprise, Stella immediately began licking all the cum off my face, cleaning me up just like she had said she would. This seemed to send Paul into an absolute storm of lust, jack-hammering his cock into my still-quivering pussy like the end of the world was about to happen and he wanted to make sure he came before the apocalypse was upon us.
“That’s… so… fuckin’… hot,” he panted as Stella continued to give me a tongue bath.
When Stella kissed me again, and swirled her tongue around mine, I could taste all that cum she’d just cleared from my face, with a faint trace of my own flavour underneath from when she had eaten me out. It was a heady mixture, I thought it might have been for the best that this awakening had only just happened, or my grades over the years may have been adversely affected as I chased all the cock I could get rather than studying.
However, regardless of how much Stella’s kiss affected me, it affected Paul even more, taking him exactly where he needed to go in order to fill up my little pussy with his semen. With one thrust almost as strong as all the others combined he powered his cock as deep as possible, the bumpy ridge sliding over completely virgin territory until I felt the warm splash of his little swimmers directly on my cervix.
Paul emptied himself inside me and it felt so good I was only able to give a token thought about how I really should have been on some kind of birth control for something like this. The warmth of what he had deposited seemed to spread up to my belly, until it merged with the general sensation of heat from the hot chocolate and became a part of me.
My step-father eventually pulled his still-hard shaft out of my pussy and I felt some of his seed spill out after it. I wanted to do something so none of it was wasted, but still couldn’t move an inch. After being fucked and cumming so hard I was absolutely exhausted, despite having been immobilised the entire time.
All around me I could hear the sounds of people getting dressed, but it was becoming difficult to concentrate, they were speaking to each other but I couldn’t really follow their conversation. The last thing I heard bef
ore passing out again was Paul saying he’d better get going because he’d told my mom he was just going to the store for some milk.
When I woke up, I found that somebody had made a makeshift bed out of the cushions and beanbags formerly scattered around the library. Leon was spooning me from behind, and Stella was hugging me from the front. I was a happy little sandwich and I’d had the best night of my life.
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Ever since her mom disappeared, Kylie has been living with tough local cop Arkadios Philokrates, a street smart police officer known as much for his kindness as his huge size. She's doing the best she can to live her life under the protective eye of her mother's former partner but, one fateful Halloween under the full moon, something changes inside her. For the first time ever she's desperately aroused, it's like she's in heat or something.
Kylie goes to a house party and sets about doing her best to convince the host to give her a guided tour of his bed, she's just about to go upstairs with him when four werewolves gatecrash, having followed her scent.
She is chased all the way home, where Arkadios is waiting. After an incredible lesson in the pecking order between werewolves and werebears, Kylie learns some improbable truths about herself. Then, as if Kylie didn't already know that Arkadios was known for his huge size... she learns all about his huge size as they both succumb to her raging hormones.
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Paranormal, Shifter, Werebear, Pseudo-Incest, Stepfather, Stepdaughter, Breeding, Rough Sex
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Something was different. I’d been feeling it since the middle of the afternoon, like something inside me had woken up, a part of me I thought I didn’t even have. I’d never really been interested in sex, try as I might to find that lusty spark within myself. I’d tried to force the issue, I’d gone on dates with the hottest guys at school, we’d parked up in lovers’ lane, but I’d always stopped them before any clothes came off. It just hadn’t felt right.
I’d always blamed my troubled start in life. I could barely remember my Dad, he’d left when I was very young, but what I did remember was noise, violence, damage and destruction. I thought it had instilled a fear of men into me, a fear that had lingered.
Then, so I was told, my Mom met Arkadios, a local cop, and all of a sudden my Dad wasn’t in the picture anymore. We moved in with Arkadios (an old greek name, he told me) and for the first time I saw what a real home was supposed to be like. He or my Mom were always there whenever I was sad or scraped my knee, and for every other time that a little girl needs parents.
I still remember when I turned ten and I had the worst day of my life. My Mom went missing, leaving behind nothing but a little bit of blood on the kitchen floor and what the police forensic team determined to be wolf hair. Wolf hair? In the middle of the city? They thought it might be some kind of weird “calling card” of some new gang. I didn’t really understand, I was only ten years old after all.
The weeks went on and on. Although they never found a body it was presumed she was dead and, eventually, the case was closed due to a lack of leads. I was only little, but I wasn’t dumb. I thought I was going to be sent away to an orphanage or something like that, but Arkadios turned out to be the hero for the second time in my life. He’d adopted me and I’d lived with him ever since.
I’d had such trouble after my Mom died that I ended up being held back at school so, despite the fact that I was in my final year, I’d actually turned eighteen earlier in the month. I was hoping to go to college and work my ass off, hopefully graduate early and reclaim the year that I’d lost, but that was still a long way away.
Tonight was Halloween and there was a big house party going on just around the corner from where I lived at one of the school’s star football player’s place, a guy named Eddie. I’d gone on a date with him before, and stopped him up on lovers’ lane just as his hand was sliding up my skirt on my inner thigh. However, like I said, something was different today.
I’d woken up as usual and had breakfast with Arkadios, just like any standard Saturday. He had an extra Saturday shift this week and he’d left with a somewhat cryptic warning about being careful because it was a full moon and Halloween, and that always made people a little crazy. I’d given him the same absentminded affirmation I would have if he’d told me not to drive drunk, like of course I’d be careful, why wouldn’t I?
The party was just around the corner anyway and I hadn’t been planning on staying for long, just popping in to say hi to some of my friends. Then a little after lunch things got… weird. I was in my room watching an aerobics class on my computer, following along to the instructions and getting a good sweat on, when I noticed one of the guys in the background.
He was really hot, and as the virtual class went in, I found it more and more difficult to concentrate. Every time the movements of the exercise caused my thighs to squeeze together I felt a strange, but exciting, tingle between my legs until I couldn’t keep up anymore. I was panting and flushed, but the workout couldn’t explain all of it. All I could think about was that guy and what he’d look like naked, how big and hard his cock might be.
The instant that thought ran through my mind, I was a depraved wreck. I dived on to my bed and thrust my hand down my pants, feeling my virgin slit absolutely sopping wet. I’d never masturbated before, but I managed to fumble my way to an incredible orgasm by a combination of rubbing my clit and straddling my pillow, humping it like I was riding cowgirl. My pillowcase was a slick and sopping mess after I had my first ever climax.
I rolled over and caught my breath, feeling my thoughts come somewhat more under control, but only a little bit. Bringing myself off was nice, I thought, but how much better would a real cock be? The video clip on my computer had long since finished, but I had no idea where that guy was anyway.
I started thinking about all the guys that would be at the party tonight, how many of them had already tried to get into my pants? Dozens? Maybe. A scene flashed through my mind of myself in some random bedroom of the house with hard dicks everywhere, my pussy, my mouth, my ass, each hand, jerking off all around me, on me. All their cum, for me.
Never in my life had I thought like this, it was like I was hardly in control anymore. I looked at the conservative nun costume I’d been considering wearing and knew I needed something a bit more… representative of my strange new mindset. Although none of the boys had ever forced the issue with me when I’d halted their sexual advances, my failed expeditions to find my sexual side had fostered a certain amount of ill will amongst the male members of my school.
I was known as a tease, and it had been a while since anybody had asked me out on a date. Tonight I needed to catch their attention again and, if I was still as unbelievably horny then as I was now, there’d be no way I would stop them from going all the way.
It was too late to go back to the costume store and find something else, I had to make do with whatever I could find in my wardrobe. Sadly, I didn’t have much that wouldn’t have required major reworking on a sewing mach
ine. We didn’t have a sewing machine, and if we had then I wouldn’t have known how to use it anyway.
By the time I set off for the party I’d selected my shortest skirt, a form-fitting top that really accentuated my biggish breasts, and some sexy bunny ears. It would never win any “best costume” prize, but it would have to do. I’d already masturbated again before I left, unable to hold myself back. I’d changed my panties, but as I walked down the street with a long coat concealing my slutty outfit I could feel the new pair getting slick with my juices already.
It was crazy, I’d never been so preoccupied with cock in all my days but the thoughts of them rushed through my mind. Big ones, small ones, fat ones, long ones, all thrusting and pumping into me, balls slapping against my skin, delivering a creamy load…mmmm! Yes, I needed it. If I could have stopped thinking about sex for five seconds I probably would have questioned what was going on… but that was a big ‘if’.
The party was still in the early stages when I arrived, not many of the guys I’d been fantasising about had shown up yet. I felt the corners of my mouth lift in a discreet smile when I took my coat off to hang it up and caught the appreciative glances of some of the guys who had arrived out of the corners of my eyes. I was going to go see if I could find the host of the party and get him to give me a guided tour of his bed when I was waylaid by a bunch of my friends and drawn into a big “group hug” conversation trying to console one of them who had just broken up with her boyfriend.
It took hours before I was finally getting good and close to Eddie, apprehensive as he was about me having ‘shot him down’ in the past. However, the combination of persistence and the revealing clothing had broken down his defences. We were just about to head upstairs when Tyrell, one of Eddie’s football team mates and the biggest guy in the whole school came flying through the open front door backwards, crashing into the wall and leaving a dent before slumping to the ground half-dazed.
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