by Candy Quinn
The two of them making her ample tits jiggle and sway, her whole body rocking between them.
She knew it was bliss. They fucked her with abandon, and she finally succumbed wholly to their needs.
More than that, she succumbed to her own. In that moment, she accepted herself more fully than she ever had before, her body pinned between two men. Her brother. Her daddy.
It was wrong, but nothing felt more right in that moment, and she squeezed her pussy, coaxing her brother deeper inside. She submitted to them, to herself, and she felt free.
That extra little clench was more than her brother could handle, and Rob cried out abruptly, his thrusts growing erratic as he pumped into her hard and fast. She could feel his dick swell and throb, and he impaled her upon his shaft one final time as he unleashed his own load, adding that young, virile seed to the creamy spunk their father had already released in her.
He was so unrestrained, so wanton, bucking and writing atop her as he shuddered in climax, while the entire time her father took his time, plucked his slick, saliva coated-dick from her mouth and then placed his balls upon her lips in its place.
So wrong. Yet her lips and tongue didn’t stop their lapping, their licking, their lewd little suckling sounds punctuating the air. Her stomach turned, some part of her so repulsed, but it was a dim flicker by how much joy she was getting from those tender, loving, forbidden touches.
That should’ve been it, the two men should’ve had their fill. Yet when her brother, panting and throbbing within her, pulled out and slipped to her side, her father pulled away and climbed back atop her.
His thick, veiny dick stretched her back open as he laid down, pressing his chest against her sweating tits, mashing her down beneath him as he kissed her in a deeply satisfied passion. Her brother was still suckling at her neck as the two men fondled her.
This time her father’s thrusts were slow, but no less lustful. The two men couldn’t help themselves, they needed her, needed her bad. And when her father pulled back from her lips he met her eyes and smiled, even as so much of that thick seed drooled out of her cunt, her bikini pressed to the side of her dad’s dick.
“God baby… you did so good,” he said with such loving approval. “Rob and me are gonna make you such a happy, lucky lil’ queen of our isle,” he promised.
And her brother affirmed, murmuring into her ear as he fondled a tit and grinded his dick to her toned leg as their father humped into her cunt. “I wanna fuck you so much, sis. Every day. Again and again.”
She couldn’t meet their eyes. Not then, not when her own need burned beneath them so brightly.
Come morning, they’d all pretend this never happened. Go back to normal.
Or so she told herself.
Angel was exhausted, fucked in the middle of the night by two savage, primal, heedless men. They left her shiny with perspiration and the cool air tickled at her skin.
She licked her lips free of the taste of cum as she inhaled sharply through her nose, exhaling with a small, secretive moan.
As the two men positioned her around, lifting her up onto her hands and knees, she knew it would be a long night. Though by the end she’d be too exhausted to feel anything but bliss.
Her Fertile First Time
Book Themes:
M/F/M Sex, Breeding, Impregnating Creampies, Virginity Loss, and Alcohol
Word Count:
7,465
Living on a small, secluded island was bad enough, but living upon the edges of that rural community only made it worse. Or so Lisa thought. Her mother had moved back to her hometown when she was about to be born, bringing her husband — Lisa’s father — back with her. Her mother often reassured Lisa that it was safer, better there. And safety was something she didn’t have to worry about much, that was for sure.
She also didn’t have to worry too much about stores, or a lot of other people. Living out on the point overlooking the ocean all her youth, she was isolated from the rest of the town. So when she was old enough and the time came to move on, she took it.
Oh, her mother had talked her out of leaving the island entirely; after all, there were only so many tearful pleas that Lisa could take. But she moved off into the town itself, to be closer to other people at least.
She brought the last of her boxes up from the town square after having said her goodbyes to her father and brought it to her new place in a quaint, four story tall apartment building. Sad part was, it was the tallest building in the town.
As she got to her place, though, she found two of her neighbour men standing by their door just down from her. She of course recognized them as Terry and Ben, two older guys who’d graduated years before her.
Ben had long brown hair and glasses, and a warm smile for her. While Terry was a blonde, and a bit of a hunk, she had to confess.
“Hey, heard we were havin’ a new addition,” Ben said to her warmly, the two men walking up to her.
“Yeah, didn’t realize you were finally joinin’ the town though,” Terry said, and there was a certain gleam in his eyes as he looked her over.
She smiled brightly, her brown eyes glittering with joy at having other people to talk to. Her blonde hair was pulled back, showing off her high cheekbones and full lips.
“Well, couldn’t stay at home forever, right?” she said as she tilted her head. She shifted the box to her side, resting it along her ample hip, her tanktop showing off the generous mounds of her chest.
“I didn’t know you two stayed here, though.”
“Oh yeah, this is where most of the young guys go before they get their own place,” Ben said to her with a smile, leaning against the wall beside her.
“Mmhmm, you were the last person I expected to see here,” Terry said, still that gleam in his eyes, like he’d just found the most appetizing meal of his life. “I mean, most of the ladies in town make their way here for a spell, but you?”
Ben elbowed the other man to be quiet and gave her a broad smile.
“Mind if I help you with that?” Ben offered, reaching out to take the box from her.
She let him take it, better revealing the simple white skirt that cut off at her knees and the matching socks that hid the rest of her flesh. She was a curvy woman, with a bright smile and a delicious laugh.
“I don’t know why it’s so unexpected. I’m an adult, now, and not going to live with my parents forever,” Lisa insisted.
“And about time, hey?” Terry said with a big grin, those big hands of his upon his rock solid hips as he stood there looking her over. He wore a white shirt that looked about stretched to its capacity by his broad, chiseled muscles beneath.
Ben took her final box into her little place for her, the other two following behind as he laid it down with care.
“It’s really cool you’re here with us now,” he said, turning and looking at her with a smile. “You’ll be there tonight at the gathering, yeah? Your first time,” he said with a smile. “Nervous?”
She hadn’t, in all honesty, known about any such gathering.
Her brows furrowed as she looked up at Ben, one hand on her hip as she stared at him, a smile brightening her face.
“A gathering? What type of gathering? Like a party?”
“Oh yeah,” Terry butt in, and came up behind her, helping himself to putting his arm around her, though it was done in such a friendly manner it hardly seemed awkward. “It’ll be a real party.”
“Well, not quite a party,” Ben said, looking to Terry questioningly then back to Lisa with a smile. “But it’ll be your introduction to everyone and how things work. Y’know, we all look out for one another in the town. Well… I guess you might not know, huh?” he said, looking to her with one brow raised.
She was all smiles as she looked between them, though she still didn’t fully understand what they were talking about.
“Is it, like, a special occasion or something?” she asked curiously.
“It is now that you’re here,” Terry said
with a big grin down at her from her side, his strong hand resting at her lower back.
Ben walked on by them and grabbed Terry’s arm to tug him back through the door.
“Just be there, starts at eight!” Ben said with a smile over his shoulder. “We’re all gettin’ together down in the hall on the main floor.”
“Dress sexy!” Terry said with a grin back at her before they vanished out into the hall.
She laughed as she closed the door, shaking her head as she locked it and went to unpack.
Still, she found herself extremely excited at the prospect of getting such a grand welcome into the community.
Her simple black skirt and tank top wasn’t the most exciting combination, but with her hourglass curves and high heeled maryjanes, she felt confident. Especially when she let down her blonde hair, the long strands nearly reaching the middle of her back and forming in soft waves.
She put on a touch of pink lipstick and dark mascara, smiling at her reflection before practically running down the stairs, excitement egging her on so quickly.
When she reached the bottom of the stairs — her little town had no elevators anywhere to be found! — she met some of the other tenants of her building. The men — ranging from young to more than double her age! — passing by into the hall, all of their eyes moving to her.
She recognized them all, even if she didn’t know all their names. It was a small town, and even on her rare excursions to shop with her mother or father, she managed to see everyone at least once or twice. Though as excited as she was to be surrounded by such new neighbours, they all looked even more so.
So many big, bright smiles for her, and a lot of “Welcomes!” declared excitedly.
Two of them reached out and put their arms to her shoulders, guiding her into the room. She didn’t know their names, but their friendly demeanor was non-threatening. She was one of them.
As they entered the hall, everyone there was standing around, drinking. One of the men immediately handed her a refreshment, some fruit punch it seemed, though a few other men had been waiting eagerly to give her a drink as well.
A lot of talking and chatting occurred between the many men, young and old, but immediately around her an older man in his forties, it seemed, with sleek black hair — with some streaks of grey — and a dark tan along with a young, lean fellow she thought she recognized from school kept her attention focussed on them.
“You just got here?” asked the younger, paler man.
“Of course she has,” said the older gentleman with his dark moustache and goatee. He rubbed her slender shoulder warmly, “A beautiful ray of sunshine like her? She’d never go unnoticed.” He declared that with a beaming smile down at her.
It would’ve been easy to be overwhelmed by all the attention amid that sea of men, but they were so friendly and warm.
She was feeling a bit faint as her eyes darted from one to another, her smile growing so broad at the attention, the human interaction. She’d never experienced anything like it and with so many voices it was hard to keep up.
“Yes, I just arrived earlier today! I’m Lisa,” she stated, louder than she needed to in order to make up for the din of the crowd.
The older man took her hand first, even though his actions were so much smoother and slow, while the younger was quick and eager.
“Martin,” he said to her, lifting her hand up and kissing the back of her knuckles like a true gentleman. “And it’s an utter pleasure to meet you Lisa,” he said with a twinkle in his dark eyes. “I look forward to getting to know you intimately in the time ahead,” he said so warmly.
“The name’s Mark,” said the younger man, a bright grin on his face as he went and took her other hand to squeeze it. “And lemme just say, I hope you pick me tonight,” he remarked eagerly.
She paused at that, curious.
“Pick you?” she asked, uncertainty flooding her. Pick him for what? She supposed, perhaps, that it was a dance and that she needed to pick a partner, but then there were so few other women around. It wouldn’t have been a very good dance like that.
Actually, a quick look around showed no more than two other women, former classmates of hers that she recognized.
“No need to rush the poor dear,” said Martin charmingly to her with a smile. “I think she might be a bit overwhelmed with all of us so eager to make her acquaintance.”
Mark blushed awkwardly, but then she saw the familiar faces of Terry and Ben making their way over to her, the two of them smiling. Terry with that big grin on his broad face, Ben looking warm and affable as ever.
“There she is!” Terry declared excitedly, lightly clapping one of his big hands to her shoulder as he edged Mark out of the way. “Thought I’d have to beat these guys down to get to you,” he declared with a broad grin.
Ben came up less obtrusively.
“Hope you’re not too overwhelmed here,” he said softly. “I know you kinda grew up on the fringe of town and all, so it’s probably a bit unexpected, huh?”
“Indeed?” said Martin in his nice pressed shirt and tie, looking her over. “Oh poor girl, we must all seem quite the brutes!”
Lisa looked between the four men, and overwhelmed was definitely just how she felt. She took a sip of the fruit juice, the taste seeming a bit off, but she was grateful to just have a pause where she wasn’t expected to talk.
“I just wasn’t expecting a huge party on my first night,” she explained with that friendly smile. “I’ve never seen so many people in one place.”
“Just take your time and mingle! Get to know the guys,” Terry said as he rubbed her shoulder. “Drink up and enjoy!”
Ben gave a crooked look to Terry then smiled back to Lisa.
“He’s a bit pushy about it, but yeah, that’s the point. Have a few drinks, mingle and get to know the fellas. Make friends, that sorta thing,” he said with a warm, compassionate expression, his hands in the pockets of his khakis as he tried to be helpful with her.
She took a longer sip of her juice before letting her arm drop to her side, holding it by the rim.
“Well, I mean, you’ve all been so nice to me,” she said, genuinely, a smile upon her pinkened lips. “This has been quite the welcome, I must confess.”
The three of them — four if she counted Mark trying to peek around Terry’s bulk — all smiled at her warmly. And as the alcohol in the drink slowly loosened their inhibitions she chatted more loosely.
Ben took the considerate time to make sure she had the opportunity to speak with other men that evening too. But as they kept her drinks refreshed, and ears full of delightful conversation, she started to notice that one of the other women was gone from the room.
Her mind swam as she was surrounded by so many charming men. It was one extreme to the other, from being around only her family to talking to so many men. Every time she finished her drink, there was another in her hand, and she loved the way it made her feel. Tingly and warm.
Then she noticed the only other remaining girl in the room was leaving, some hours had passed since things started, but with her went four other men, all crowded about her. Their little group chatting and fawning about her as they made their way to the stairs with her giggling excitedly at the center.
Ben came back to her at that point out of the crowd, a warm smile on his lips.
“How you holdin’ up?” he asked.
Lisa giggled at the question, her hand resting on his arm to stabilize herself in her high heels.
“I feel like I should have worn my sneakers,” she admitted, her gaze downcast as her dark eyes flashed at him. “My feet are killing me. I’ve never stood in heels for this long,” she admitted with another laugh, the alcohol loosening her up and making her almost giddy.
The tall, handsome man reached out, putting his arm about her for some stability, resting his palm upon her opposing waist right above her hip. He was one of the few men in town with longer hair, such thick brown hair that framed his face rather well.
He was well her senior, though nowhere near as old as Martin. She reckoned Ben had to be about thirty or so.
“Well maybe it’s time you headed on up,” he said to her warmly. “Don’t wanna tire yourself out standing around all night, when the real point of it all is to head on up to one of the rooms and have some personal time with some of the guys.”
He gave her a warm smile, speaking to her quietly near her ear.
“I know you’re new to this, so don’t feel pressured to pick a bunch. One or two of us if you like. And I’d recommend no more than four, I mean… it’s your first time, right? Take it easy. We’ll look out for you.”
She didn’t know what to make of his words, too pure to understand the implications behind them. All she knew was that having a small housewarming in her apartment sounded a lot less overwhelming than remaining down in the party with all the voices surrounding her.
So she nodded, her drunken smile broadening as she held back another giggle.
“Yea, that’d be nice,” she said, glancing over her shoulder at the exit. “It’s been a long day.”
He gave her a warm, encouraging smile and rubbed her side as he watched her.
“Well, I’ll leave you to choose who you wanna take up,” he said, and slowly slid his hand from around her.
She’d socialized with so many men that night picking out but a few was a challenge, but even with her mind swimming from the alcohol she found it easy to pick.
After all, she knew Terry and Ben best of them all, and felt most comfortable with them. They’d be perfect for a low key evening, clueing her in on all the hot town gossip.
Her hand tightened around his arm, her tongue loosened from the drink.
“Well, did you and Terry wanna see me up? We’re all neighbours now anyway.”
Ben looked back to her, his smile widening pleasantly upon his handsome, unblemished face.
“Yeah?” he said, expectantly hopeful. “Sounds great to me,” he remarked, and whistled out, raising a hand and waving his friend over. The big brute that was Terry pushing his way through the remaining men towards her.
