by Candy Quinn
I’ll finally lose my virginity, and it’ll be to a man I’ve long desired. Isn’t that what it’s all about?
I wonder if he knows he’d be my first. I wonder if he’d care.
Once we’re inside his neat and tidy place, he lets his laptop drop to the cushioned chair and turns on me. He’s like a feral beast suddenly, just barely able to contain himself as he presses my back to the door, hands on either side of me.
“Damn Tiffany,” he says, looking me up and down with a building hunger. “I always thought you were hiding a lot of beauty beneath your usual sweaters, but this…” he says, and he’s smitten, letting one hand trail up my thigh, between stocking and skirt. That short stretch of bare skin before he was lightly raising my skirt on his fingertips.
Even if I were smitten with him, the old me might have felt cornered and trapped by his sudden shift.
New me, though?
He has me right where I want him to have me, and his touch is like a glowing, beautiful light. Suddenly I realize that there is nothing more Godly than giving myself to someone, to feeling that carnal pleasure. This is a little slice of heaven on Earth, and I intend on indulging.
“You like?” I mewl, my voice all sugar sweet.
“I do,” he says, and those two simple words of mine seemed to give him license to unleash. His fingers lifted up, and he barely had to touch the button on my blouse and it burst open. I went from having to thick mounds of cleavage to having to heavy tits exposed and pointing hard nipples at him. He grasped one just as his mouth lunged in to kiss and lick at my neck, letting his long fingers sink into my supple tit.
“Fuck your tits are so huge,” he husks with delight.
His words are so dirty, and it makes me wetter, that heat between my thighs almost unbearable.
“I want you,” I gasp, his lips and mouth and teeth teasing my sensitive flesh. I’ve never been kissed like this before, and my entire body is crying out in pure joy.
My entire body except my still aching cunt, that is. And I do something I never would’ve dared before, never even thought of before: I grasp his hand at my thigh, and I pull it up higher, guiding him beneath my skirt.
And before he even lays a finger on my bare, glistening pussy, he gasps, able to feel its heat. Once his digits are gliding over my puffy, needful slit though I’m mewling with delight. I’ve never had anyone touch me there before, and though it’s still not a hard cock pounding me, it’s the best thing I’ve yet felt.
“Christ Tiffany,” he says, squeezing my tit harder as he pulls his face from my neck to look at me. “You’re so fucking wet,” he says, finally overcoming his shock to tease and touch my needful clit with his middle finger.
“I’m so horny,” I say, my voice sounding so desperate that it surprises even me. “Are you horny too?” I ask, and now that he’s touching me just where I want, I reach out for him, my fingers grazing against his throbbing hard cock, still covered by his damnable clothing.
I want the real thing, hot and hard, bare as he shoves it into me and steals me of my innocence.
“You’re damn right I am Tiffany,” he growls, and I feel it in the way his dick throbs through his pants, so thick and bulging. Thankfully I don’t have to feel it through the fabric for long though, because he’s undoing his belt and tugging his pants down. I start to get so giddy with excitement, knowing I’ll finally get to sate my cravings, fill that empty place inside of me.
But then I see him handle a condom from his pocket, and it’s enough to momentarily distract me from the act of tugging his boxer-briefs down, and wrapping my hand around his huge, hard cock to stroke him.
“I’m on the pill, it’s okay,” I tell him, not caring that the pill clearly isn’t working as intended, and instead of feeling safe from pregnancy I feel like I’m a bitch in heat that needs to be bred. Oooh, I like thinking of it that way…
“Fuck it then,” he says, dropping the condom, as eager for me as I am for him it seems.
I can’t hide my smile, my white teeth showing as I use my hand to feel out all the veins and intricacies of his cock. I’ve never seen one before, except the teasing outlines through some guy’s tight pants or shorts, but now I’m fascinated. I feel like I could just touch him and worship him for hours, if I had any bit of patience to not be fucked.
But my desire and needs for him are too great, and I know that I don’t have enough self-control to do any more than beg for his cock, so that’s what I do.
“I need you so bad,” I whimper, stroking him faster, squeezing his flesh in my palm, imagining how it’ll finally feel within me. “Do you wanna pop my cherry?”
He’s in the middle of the act of hoisting me up by my thighs, pressing me to the door as his eyes go wide at my words.
“You’re a virgin?” He asks, and I can feel his dick jump with excitement at that question. Oh no, he wasn’t put off by the idea at all.
I lick my lips with excitement at the idea as he shows no sign of putting me down or pulling away.
“Yea,” I whisper, but with deviousness, not shyness. I’m not shy anymore, not with him. Not with knowing how my body makes his cock jump and throb. “I’ve always been a good girl, but now I want you to make me so, sooo bad.”
He pauses for just a heartbeat, like he’s blown away by the idea. But that’s all it is, a heartbeat. Enough to pump another throb through his dick before he spears his dick right through my virginity. The first raw hard cock to ever fill me, and it’s divine! So thick and veiny, he stretches my slick canal wider as he sinks in oh so deep, deeper than I thought my pussy could go.
It’s such a tight fit that I’m amazed he got it in so easily at all, but I guess it’s my ridiculous wetness that did the trick, because he’s hungry for me. Oh so hungry with the way he kisses my neck and begins to pump his hips.
I scream out, my happiness spilling over, like I can’t contain it anymore so it has to fill the air and tease our ears as well. It’s like finally being complete after a lifetime of loneliness, and I know there’s no going back. I won’t ever stop taking these pills, not if I can have these moments of pure bliss, a little slice of heaven right here, right now.
My arms cling around him as I pull his head towards my neck, encouraging his sucking. It feels so good I can barely even believe it. It’s like all of my fears and worries melted away entirely with his hot body pumping into mine.
His mouth wanders lower though, or maybe he’s just lifting me up higher against the wall as he’s groaning and thrusting into me. That hungry man pulsing inside me as I coat him in my slick honey.
All I can think of is his dick, and I tilt my head to the side to gaze down at the sight of his cock spreading my pussy wide each time it sinks back in. His own mouth hungrily licks and suckles at my bare teat, making my tit flesh jiggle as I watch my needful cunt get deflowered before my eyes.
“Fuck Tiffany,” he gasps, release my nipple from his lips, leaving it slick. “You feel so damn good, I—” and I know he’s struggling to hold on, to savour his time inside me. His hard cock is as delightful for me as my tight little virgin pussy is for him.
I lift my skirt higher, addicted to the sight of our flesh becoming one, and I totally understand why I was driven to be such a wanton slut. It’s beautiful. The most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, but then my attention is drawn away as he grazes his teeth along my nipple before tugging at it. It’s just a jolt of pain, and I’ve always hated getting hurt, but suddenly I want more.
My fingers work into his hair and I coax him back to my breast, making his mouth press against my vulnerable skin.
He sucks harder upon my tit and his hips slam me against his door the noise of it rattling is scandalous by itself without my cries and his moans. He hammers harder, rewarding my needy pussy with that nice, rough thrusting it so needs for giving him such a warm, tight place to stick it.
My tits are jiggling, bouncing in fact, as he pounds me harder and harder, losing control of himself. His cock is sw
elling inside me, and the strain of such a thick, meaty dick stretching my virginal walls wide is enough to make me scream my head off. Especially when he manages to slip a hand between us and flick his thumb over my clit.
“I’m cumming!” he chokes out between moans, and I know what that means.
It means he’s going to breed me.
He’s going to knock me up, and I want that more than anything. Just knowing that I’m making him cum is enough to make my pussy tighten around him. But when he pushes down on that throbbing clit, and almost angrily splatters my insides with his seed, that’s what really throws me over the edge.
I’ve never felt anything like this. It’s perfection, even better than when he first stuck his dick inside me. It’s like my mind and body just becomes focused on receiving that perfect bit of pleasure, and my cunny starts throbbing around him, my entire body sparking with energy as I scream, “Me too!”
We both cry out as his cock stiffens even harder somehow with each new spurt of his cum, his heavy balls unleashing a creamy new load as his dick pulses. It’s blissful, it’s everything good that God put on this earth! And in return I shiver and quake as I climax, coating his cock with a new flood of hot, slick honey.
We both scream our throats out as he gives his last, uneven pumps into me, making sure every last drop of his seed lands up inside my fertile depths.
Then we both just come down from that dizzying high as he lets me down on my heels again, panting and weary.
I finally feel satisfied. For the first time in days, I don’t feel that maddening need driving every craving!
But then Malcolm does the unthinkable, he pulls his dick from my pussy and I’m left gaping once more as I spill a big mess onto his floor.
“I’ll get a facecloth for you to clean up,” he says with a handsome smile, his still-hard dick hanging out deliciously. But I can already see he’s starting to soften. And the moment he pulled out, the cravings had come back full force.
It wasn't even long enough for that inner-voice to finish chiding me for breaking my chastity vows to Jesus.
I had to take care of this need in me, and I knew Malcolm was tapped for now. So before he could come back with the cloth I just opened the door and walked on out.
I mean, it wasn’t perfectly comfortable, he’d left such a mess of cum inside my pussy, and some dribbled down my inner thighs, but I knew where I could get more dick. And once I stepped out into the fresh evening air, let it chill my pale skin, I could hear and see the party spot off in the distance.
I can’t run in these heels, but I’m walking as fast as I can, drawn by the sound of the music and it’s almost like I can smell them in the air. Virile young men, horny as anything, in need of my body. Maybe it’s all in my head, some weird hallucination, but whatever it is, I’m not going to overthink it.
By the time I get to the front door, I’m even worse off than when I left my dorm room. Now that I’ve had a taste, I’m ravenous for more, and I never want to feel that emptiness again. I want to be filled and pounded, and I can only pray that these boys can give me what I need.
I knock on the door, but the music is too loud, and so I just let myself in. There’s hot bodies everywhere, dancing and drinking, the smell of sex already thick in the air. Or maybe that’s just me. Cum has dribbled into my stockings now, a reminder of how tragically long I’ve been without cock.
It only takes me a minute of wandering before I have a cup of beer in my hands, and I’ve spotted Brett. He doesn’t see me yet, he’s talking to a bunch of the other jocks, and it gives me a moment to appreciate them out of uniform. They’re all huge and built, and I hope they’ll have the stamina to keep me satisfied.
As I enter the crowded living room, Brett looks up, and his face goes from excitement to surprise, his eyes glued to my chest.
I hadn’t even remembered to do up my blouse again, and my tits are out, the right one a bit bruised from Malcolm’s needy attentions.
A few of the guys in the room look on, nearly salivating, at the sight of my exposed tits, and a few of the women too. Though most of those seem a bit upset. I can’t even fathom why anymore, my mind’s too far gone.
One girl loses her boyfriend as he comes right for me, putting his arm around me, but it’s Brett that I’m really looking forward to. Even if I let this one strange guy feel up my ass in the middle of the whole party.
Before I know it, there’s Brett right in front of me, sizing me up as if for the very first time.
“Damn, you’re the finest looking girl on campus,” he says, giving a whistle of approval over the loud boom of the music. And since the other man had grabbed my ass, Brett saw his position as alpha of the football pack to entitle him to grab a little more. And I encouraged him, pushing my tit into his groping hand as he cops a feel of my breast flesh.
This is something I’ve never dreamed of being capable of, or ever wanting. I always kept to myself, avoiding parties, let alone something of this scale. But now, I can’t ever imagine wanting anything else. I’m not even sure of who the hands belong to as they move along my skin, touching me and tasting me.
I can sense their desire, their need, and while common decency would have me at the very least running to a bedroom, instead I want everyone to see this. To see what a good girl gone bad looks like.
“You want me?” I ask Brett with that kittenish purr I’ve never used before.
“I do,” he says, and trail a finger down the middle of his chest. He’s wearing a team jacket, but no shirt beneath. Just his bare, rock hard abs and pecs, leading on down to a delightfully chiselled V-shape that stopped at the waist band of his jeans.
A couple of his closest buds on the team were there, and I was surrounded. At least five guys were pressing up on me, their hard, strong, fit bodies all eager for me, so many hands rubbing my thighs, ass and tits. Well, it was just Brett who’d staked a claim on my tits. Being the captain of the team has its perks.
“The boys and me are thinkin’ maybe you should hang out with us for the night,” Brett said, letting his thumb flick my nipple after tracing around it. “Maybe if you’ve got the nerve… the whole lot of us could claim the back living room for a private party. If you think you can handle all that male attention,” he says with a lascivious grin across his well-shaved, chiselled face.
Male attention?
Handle it?
Even the thought that I couldn’t handle it seemed far-fetched, and the thought that I wouldn’t want it?
There could’ve been no sweeter words in the world than that, especially spoken from gorgeous Brett. And with the daggers that some of the girls were given me, I figured that it’d probably be way safer, and I wouldn’t be put at risk for some girl taking their man away from me.
“I’d love that,” I smile.
I’ve never seen a group of men happier than these guys then, they high-fived each other as I rubbed their chests, bumped fists and then, as a team, lifted me up and carried me like their slutted up queen.
Cheers went out as they pushed through the packed house, into the back of the building. There, the party goers were pushed out to make room for us. There was a big round sofa thing in the center of the room, and a beer keg, but little else besides cushions. I was brought down onto that center sofa, as guys grinned and cheered, a fresh new beer put into my hand as Brett peeled off his own jacket.
The studliest man on campus just ripped and bare above the waist before me as he looks on down, the music thumps and I feel my legs part of their own accord.
I’ve already had one man cum in me this night, my virginity torn, but I want more. I want to make sure there’s no choice but to be bred, to have them fuck me and fill me and use me, then tell all their friends what a good little slut I am.
And I want to start with Brett.
I take a sip of the beer, the liquid cooling my mouth and making the fire between my thighs burn hotter.
“I can’t wait any longer,” I whimper, reaching out for hi
m. “Don’t you want me?”
The guys all grin wider, laugh and punch each other’s arms at my words, but Brett takes me dead serious, he’s already working his belt open as the guys chug beer and stare. My legs part further, knees in the air, causing my skirt to slip down and showing my puffy pink slit.
“Damn girl, I need to get up in that pussy of yours,” Brett says, and down come his jeans and boxers revealing a big, veiny slab of cock to match the brutish man. And that pair of balls dangled heavily beneath, just churning with seed to knock me up.
I won’t have to wait long, because he’s already climbing over me, pressing down with that pulsing shaft as the guys cheer and watch with excitement.
The thought of them all watching me fuck should send me screaming in shame, but instead it just turns me on, and I think Brett’s turned on by it as well. Or maybe he’s just so caught up in me that there’s no way he’d shy away from a chance to take me.
I lean back, my legs spread wide, but then one of the guys starts tugging on my ankle, pulling them even wider apart. One of the other jocks sees what he’s doing, and repeats it on the other side, and feeling those hands tug me open, prepare me for Brett’s cock is erotic beyond belief.
Ohh, and it’s a good thing they did, because once Brett’s shoving that big, bulging dick into me, it’s like the first time all over again. My head flies back as I let loose a high pitched moan, and he’s sinking down deep into my wet little slit. His own deep groans of satisfaction filling the air as he squeezes every inch into me he can fit, bottoming out in my depths.
“Holy shit dudes,” he strains to say, his gloriously rock-hard body on display. “Tightest cunt I’ve ever had in my life!” He says and the guys all react with awe and jealousy, and I glance one guy out of the corner of my eye pull out his own dick to stroke it as he watches me get pumped into by the big, brawny Brett.
I can’t help but stare, my mouth parted as I let out a lewd moan of appreciation. There was no hesitation with Brett, no silly condom pulled out of his pocket. He wants me raw, just like I want him, and my pussy muscles tighten around him, drawing him in deeper. I can’t believe how lucky I am, and now that I’m filled with cock again, I can think straight. There’s enough of these jocks here that I’ll be satiated for some time, and the thought thrills me.
