Taking Innocence - 12 Erotic Tales of Lost Innocence

by Jade K. Scott

  My hands grasped his face and pulled him toward me. I parted my lips, and he slipped his tongue between them. He pushed me against he closed door with a bang, and I felt his hardness pushing against my thigh. I reached down and felt it through his jeans, and it pulsed frantically in my hand.

  His lips trailed down my face and toward my neck. I felt his kisses like warm butterfly wings against my skin, and I could feel his hot breath in my ear. I shivered.

  “How do you want it?” he asked me, his gruff voice rough and sexy in my ear.

  “I like it rough,” I said. “I want you to tell me I’m your bitch, throw me down, and fuck me hard. I want you to use me. Bend me over and fuck me doggy style, and do it hard. Grab my hair and use it like reins. Look me in the eye and tell me in no uncertain terms that I’m YOUR bitch, ONLY your bitch, and nobody else’s bitch, and I better damn well do what you say, because you’re the boss. There’s no other man in the world who can tame me. I don’t take orders from anyone… anyone but you. I never have, and I never will. So you put me in my place, fuck me hard, fuck me rough, and then, when it’s all over, kiss me.”

  “Wow, little girl,” he said, looking at me with complete shock. “That’s pretty shocking coming from a girl who was a virgin less than twenty-four hours ago!”

  “It’s something I’ve always felt,” I told him. “I’ve wanted this from you for so long. You have no idea.”

  “Well, I think I can certainly oblige,” he said with a grin, and he swept me into his arms and headed down the hallway with my arms wrapped tightly around his neck.

  He kicked open his bedroom door and swept me over to the bed. He tossed me roughly onto it, and then climbed on top of me, pinning my wrists to the bed above my head. His lips pushed against mine fiercely – so fiercely I tasted the salty bite of blood on the inside of my lips. He kissed me wildly, passionately, and although my lips ached, I couldn’t get enough of it.

  I could feel his hardness pressing against my thigh. I squirmed underneath him, trying to get it between my legs. I wanted to feel it against the fabric of my panties.

  He knew what I wanted, so he maneuvered himself between my legs. He used his knee to push my legs apart, and then he pushed his hardness against the thin, damp fabric of my panties.

  “You want it inside you?” he asked me, grabbing my chin roughly with his hand and forcing me to look into his eyes.

  “Yes!” I gasped desperately.

  “Yes, what?” he asked.

  “Yes, sir!” I replied.

  “That’s better,” he growled.

  He kissed my neck, his hot breath ragged and sexy on my skin. He began to unbutton my blouse, kissing my chest and my stomach with each button he unfastened. His lips were driving me wild. He tore at my shirt savagely, and the remaining buttons popped off and flew to the floor. His teeth nibbled sharply at my skin.

  He slid my bra up, exposing my breasts. His lips closed over one nipple, sucking it sharply, and causing me to wince. His hands slid up and down the length of my torso, sending shivers of pleasure down my spine.

  “Fuck me, Daddy,” I begged him.

  “I will when I’m good and ready!” he snapped.

  He moved down the bed, positioning himself between my legs. He pushed my skirt up and placed his lips on the outside of my panties, just below my pubic mound. I could feel his intensely hot breath through my panties, and it made the tingling in my pubic area intensify.

  Adam’s teeth sank lightly into my panties as he gnawed gently at my clit. They scraped against it, and it began to throb angrily. His fingers curled inside the waistband of my panties, and I lifted my hips in anticipation of him pulling them down. However, he continued to breathe warmly through the fabric and nibble at me, teasing me terribly.

  At long last, he finally pulled my panties down. I wiggled my butt to help him remove them, and he tossed them across the room. He turned his eyes up toward mine as if to warn me to behave, and then he looked down at my glistening labia, which were moist with my juices.

  He put his hands on the back of my thighs and pushed upward, and then he grabbed my inner thighs and pushed them downward. I grabbed the backs of my knees to hold my legs into his chosen position.

  His fingers spread my labia apart, and his head dipped. I felt an exciting surge as his warm, wet tongue made contact with my swollen clit. He touched the tip of his tongue lightly against it, brushing it across the surface like a feather. He was a master at teasing.

  One of his fingers penetrated me, and it curled upward and began to massage my G-spot. His tongue touched my clit with slightly more pressure, but still it did little more than tease me. I groaned woefully, lifting my hips toward his face.

  “Patience, Nikki,” he said firmly.

  His finger worked in and out of me, fucking me gently and still massaging my G-spot. I felt a deep warmth swelling inside me, spreading out through my labia and making my clit pulse with anticipation.

  His tongue began to swirl lightly around my clit, flicking up over the hood, and back down over the head. His finger began to move faster, and his tongue was moving more rapidly.

  Adam finally pressed his tongue firmly against my clit and began to lick up and down with strong pressure. He pushed a second finger inside me and pushed up against my G-spot, rubbing his tongue flat against me. I felt the warmth of an orgasm building behind my labia.

  “Oh my God,” I breathed. “I’m going to cum!”

  My legs began to shake, and my whole pussy began to quiver. Intense pleasure spread through me, and I gasped as orgasm flooded through my entire body.

  As my orgasm began to subside, Adam quickly unzipped his pants and wiggled them off into the floor. He pulled his shirt over his head and discarded it, and then he bent over me, forcing my lips apart with his tongue and making me taste my own juices.

  “You taste sweet, like honey,” he commented.

  I nodded and purred lightly in agreement. His cock slipped between my labia, rubbing firmly against my clit. It slipped up and down easily, lubricated slick by my wetness.

  “I want it inside me,” I whispered.

  His mouth closed over mine, silencing me. He grabbed my wrists and pushed them over my head again, pinning me down firmly. He growled savagely and bit my lip, and I gasped with anticipation.

  I felt it pushing harder against me, yet still failing to penetrate me. My entire body was writhing with desire, and I tried desperately to pull him inside me.

  “Please,” I begged. “I need you inside me!”

  “Enough!” he snarled, grabbing a handful of my hair and snapping my head backward. “You do what I say. You’re my little bitch, remember?”

  “Oh, yes, Daddy!” I agreed.

  He roughly pushed my legs further apart with his knee, and he stabbed my inner thigh with his rock hard cock. I was losing control. I wanted nothing more than to feel his cock inside me, and to hear his moans of pleasure as he orgasmed.

  “Are you ready for it?” he growled.

  “Yes, sir!” I answered.

  He reached down and grasped the hard shaft firmly, guiding it toward my throbbing cunt. I felt the head against me, and I struggled to open myself to allow it inside.

  He was still insistent on teasing me. He pushed his hips forward slowly, shoving his cock inside me one long, slow inch at a time. It took him nearly a minute to guide the entire thing inside me, and then he began to pull it out just as slowly. My entire body was screaming for him to fuck me hard and fast, but he was deliberately torturing me.

  I whined pathetically, “Pleeeeease fuck me!”

  “What’s wrong, little girl?” he asked playfully. “Not hard enough for you?”

  “No, sir.”

  “Then how do you want it?” he teased.

  “Harder,” I begged. “Faster!”

  “Like this?” he asked, speeding up ever so slightly.

  “Harder!”

  “How about this?” he asked, fucking me just a little harder.r />
  “Harder!” I shouted, pounding the bed with my fist.

  A wicked grin spread across his face, and he grabbed my legs and withdrew his cock. He paused for a moment, before plunging the full length of it deep inside me, slamming against my cervix forcefully and knocking the wind out of my lungs. Now, he was plunging in and out of my dripping cunt at breakneck speed. Every thrust was both painful and intensely pleasurable. He was stretching my tightness to the brink.

  “Oh, yes!” I moaned. “Yes, fuck me!”

  “You like that, bitch?” he snarled, wrapping one hand around my throat and squeezing lightly.

  “Yes, sir!” I gasped.

  “Mmm, I bet you do. Because you’re a dirty little slut, aren’t you?”

  “Yes, sir!”

  “How dirty are you?” he demanded.

  “So dirty,” I purred.

  He slapped me lightly on the cheek.

  “Tell me how dirty,” he urged.

  “I’m so dirty, I want to swallow your cum,” I said.

  “Oh, you do, huh?” he asked, his voice strained. “Alright, open up!”

  I opened my mouth, and he moved up to kneel over me. He stroked his cock rapidly, groaning loudly. Moments later, I felt the tickle of his cum hitting the back of my throat, and I tasted the warm saltiness of it on my tongue. I gulped eagerly, swallowing every last precious drop as he grunted and groaned, emptying his entire load into my throat. Then he sat back on my chest.

  “You know, I’m going to miss this when your Mom’s home,” he said once he’d caught his breath. “You’re a good little fuck.”

  “You don’t have to miss it,” I said. “I’ll fuck you anytime, anywhere. You just come take it whenever you want it.”

  “Mmm, damn right,” he growled. “You’re my little slut, aren’t you?”

  “Yes, Daddy,” I agreed. “Any time you want it, you just fucking take it!”

  “I’ll do that,” he said, smiling eagerly.

  “My body is yours, Daddy,” I said. “Do anything you want with it.”

  “Anything?”

  “Yes, Daddy. Anything.”

  He twisted his mouth into a wry grin and began to think of all the possibilities.

  My Little Virgin

  Jade K. Scott

  Copyright 2013 by Jade K. Scott

  Chapter One

  My mother and Lacey’s father got married when we were both twelve years old. I’d always had a bit of a crush on her, but she was my step-sister. It thought it would be wrong to actually pursue her. I was content to peep at her in the shower now and then, and I left it at that.

  When I was eighteen, a friend of mine told me he’d just popped his stepsister’s cherry. I was completely shocked, but the thought of having Lacey that way was intriguing. She had just turned eighteen, and I knew she was still a virgin because I heard her discussing it on the phone with her best friend, Amanda.

  During the conversation, she told Amanda that she wanted to lose her virginity, but she was scared. She also thought it was wrong to have sex outside marriage, but she was conflicted. She was definitely curious, but hesitant.

  After hearing my friend’s story, I knew I had to try to seduce her. Lacey had been in practically every sexual fantasy I’d ever had. Now that I felt liberated from the bonds of propriety, she was all I could think about.

  Our parents had gone out for their weekly date night, and Lacey and I were home alone. She was watching television and munching popcorn in a long sweater and panties. It wasn’t unusual for Lacey to walk around in something that barely covered her, and I took advantage of that whenever I could by sneaking looks up her skirt.

  “Hey, Lace,” I said casually, sitting down and nabbing a handful of popcorn.

  “Hey, Jace,” she muttered, her eyes glued to the television.

  Lace and Jace… those were our nicknames for each other. We’d been calling each other that for years.

  “Good movie?” I asked her.

  “Mmm,” she mumbled dismissively, still watching the screen intently.

  I was trying to think of a way to make my move when it just so happened that her movie did the work for me. The two main characters began to make out, and before long, they were involved in a passionate sex scene. Lacey’s eyes widened, and her lips parted slightly. I could tell she was getting excited.

  “Wow, that’s hot,” I said.

  “Yeah,” she agreed.

  “You ever done anything like that?” I asked.

  “Huh?” she asked, her eyes still transfixed on the set.

  “Have you ever… you know… done what they’re doing?” I asked her.

  “No,” she answered, finally looking at me. “Have you?”

  I shook my head.

  “Really?” she asked. “You’re… a virgin?”

  “Yeah. Is that so hard to believe?”

  “Well, yeah. I mean… you’re a guy.”

  I laughed aloud and said, “So?”

  “I just thought guys did it young or something.”

  “I guess most do,” I agreed. “I’m not most guys, though.”

  “That’s true,” she admitted. “So why haven’t you, anyway?”

  “I just haven’t found the right girl,” I lied. “I want my first time to be with the right girl. Maybe with someone I love. Someone I might marry.”

  I thought it might have been my imagination, but Lacey seemed to perk up a little at this statement.

  “Me, too,” she breathed. “I want my first time to be with the guy I’m going to marry.”

  “Hey, if we don’t lose our virginities soon, maybe we should just get married,” I teased.

  “That would be sick,” she said, making a disgusted face.

  “Why? It’s not like we’re really related.”

  “Yeah, but… we’re stepsiblings. It’s… gross.”

  “It’s not gross. People marry their stepsiblings all the time. Woody Allen married his stepdaughter.”

  “We’re not Woody Allen,” she said, rolling her eyes.

  The sex scene on the television intensified, and Lacey turned her eyes back toward it. I noticed her start to squirm slightly, her hips wiggling almost imperceptibly.

  “So you don’t think about having sex?” I asked her.

  “Of course I think about it,” she answered. “I just haven’t had the right opportunity. Do you think about it?”

  “All the time,” I admitted. “It’s hard not to.”

  She suddenly looked intrigued.

  “I’ve heard that about guys. Is it really that difficult not to think about sex?”

  “Yeah, it really is that difficult. I got turned on by a watermelon once.”

  Lacey burst into a fit of laughter.

  “Seriously?”

  “Yeah, seriously,” I admitted. “It’s not really funny, though.”

  “No. It really is funny. It’s really, really funny!” she giggled.

  “It wouldn’t be funny if you knew how hard it is to deal with wanting something so badly and not being able to do it.”

  She immediately turned serious. Her face was curious, and she tilted her head sideways and examined me closely.

  “Do you ever… I mean…” she seemed like she was struggling to find the words.

  “Spit it out, Lace.”

  “Okay, fine. Do you ever get turned on when you look at me?” she asked.

  My face burned, and I knew it must be bright red.

  “You do!” she shrieked with glee.

  “Yeah, sorry. I can’t help it,” I told her, looking away.

  “It’s alright,” she said quietly. “I have a confession to make.”

  “Alright. I’m all ears.”

  “I’ve watched you jerking off in your room a few times,” she blurted out.

  My face burned hotter than ever.

  “Are you serious?”

  “Yeah. I accidentally walked in on you once, and you didn’t notice. So I watched you through a crack
in the door. It was so hot that I…” she paused.

  “You what?” I asked breathlessly.

  “I kinda went back to my room and did it, too,” she admitted.

  “You masturbated? Because of me?” I gasped.

  She nodded.

  “God, I wish I could have seen that,” I told her.

  “What if you could?” she asked.

  “Could what?” I asked stupidly.

  “See me… do that…”

  I felt my eyes bug out, and my jaw dropped.

  “I…” I tried to speak, but I couldn’t.

  “I like watching you,” she told me. “I know it’s… like… sick or something. But I can’t help it. So… what if you do it and I do it… and we just watch each other? That wouldn’t be wrong, right?”

  “No, that wouldn’t be wrong,” I said.

  “So… do you want to?” she asked.

  “Of course I want to,” I said, marveling at the stupidity of her question.

  She flushed pink.

  “You first,” she said.

  I flushed.

  “This is embarrassing,” I admitted.

  “Come on,” she begged. “Please?”

  Lacey turned her body to face me, and I could see her panties underneath her sweater. My cock began to throb, and I wanted so badly to see her touch herself. I knew the only way to get her to do it was to start myself. Courageously, I pulled my sweatpants and boxers down and released my hard dick. I took it in my hand, took a deep breath, and began to stroke it.

  “What does it feel like?” she asked curiously, her eyes wide and fixated on it.

  “I don’t know,” I told her. “It feels… good.”

  She watched me stroking it for a moment, and then she leaned back against the arm of the couch and slowly stuck her hand inside her panties. I could see the outline of her hand underneath the fabric, and it started to move up and down.

  “Oh, my God,” I muttered, watching her touch herself. “Is it wet?”

  “Yes,” she whispered. “It’s really wet.”

  “Can I see it?” I asked boldly.