by Candy Quinn
I cried out, my body already so aroused that it only took a moment of Derrick’s rubbing to make my cunny squeeze against Lars’ sensitive dick. It made him twitch and gasp as my own honey began to flow. The sound of balls slapping against my flesh wetly, the way my hot little bud sparked out such pleasure throughout my limbs, was so exquisite.
“Yes!” I screamed, my moans growing louder and more unrestrained with each thrust.
Lars was a brutish machine as he thrust into me, but combined with Derrick’s gently fondling and devoted teasing of my clit, I found such complete bliss between the two of them. I could pause and enjoy the loving look on Derrick’s face, the strained, pleasured look upon Lars. The way all those bulging, hard muscles swelled up as the big man pounded me, bulging and tight.
It was so intense, and already I had two loads of thick, potent cum within me, with another fast on the way judging by Lars’ rate.
I’d lost track of my own orgasms, the way they ebbed and flowed into one another, some mild, some making me buck and spasm and scream. All were welcomed, though, and each time I hit that cusp, Derrick seemed to know, kissing my neck, my lips, my breasts.
Lars, though, was lost in his own realm of pleasure, eyes closed as his body began to glow a bit with perspiration and better showing off the hard lines of his abs and pecs.
It made him so glorious to watch as he hammered his second climax out into my pussy, pounding that hard dick into me as he grunted and moaned. He was a beast, and he filled me up with his second load, panting and looking ready for more with his excitement.
But there was Derrick, putting a hand on one of Lar’s big, bulging biceps and guiding him away. The smile on his face said he was more than ready for his second go: the sight of his stiff prick reinforced it.
I watched Lars pull away, leaving my puffy cunny lips drooling so much spunk as they switched places, and I knew I’d end that night pregnant. There was no way those two young studs weren’t going to do the deal then and there.
And I couldn’t have been happier.
Katie’s Fertile First Time
Book Themes:
M/F/M Sex, Breeding, Impregnating Creampies, Virginity Loss, and Alcohol
Word Count:
5,369
It all happened when I was sent to the principal’s office one day. Mr. Thatcher, my teacher, didn’t like my, what he called, attitude. It was, and I quote, ‘unbecoming of a woman of your nature’. I didn’t know what my nature meant, but I’m pretty sure he was talking about the fact that I was curvy.
See, women with birthing hips are a prized commodity in my town. It’s not a bad setup, really. A woman tries to find as many potential fathers for her offspring as she can, breeding with them and providing her kids with the best life possible. It was how it’s always been done, but you know, I wasn’t really that interested in that.
Well, not until Mr. Thatcher sent me to see Mr. Robins, and told me I had to get my life on track. I guess hearing them both promise me that they’d personally see to it that my kid would want for nothing helped. I only had two dads, but my mom chose them out of love, and I didn’t get a lot of love growing up.
So maybe my principal and my teacher were a little like the surrogate fathers I never had.
The fathers I wanted my baby to have.
It didn’t matter, because the second I was of age, I was over at Mr. Robins’ house, ready to lose my virginity to them both.
Nobody on my little island was exactly rich, and nobody was exactly poor either. But Mr. Robins’ place was about as swanky as it got, a nice big house he had all to himself, with extra bedrooms galore, and a big, beautiful living room that could fit an immense party, with a bar off to one side.
It was excellent, I could’ve partied hard there every day of my life, I thought.
Which was exactly what him and Mr. Thatcher had in mind for me, I think, when they offered my my third drink.
The both of them looked so good, their usual stuffy, business clothes replaced with something more casual. No ties, shirt collars undone, nice sleek blazers, with black for Mr. Robins and a sleek silvery-grey for Mr. Thatcher.
It really highlighted how handsome the two older men were, so tall and fit, cutting a striking figure. It was Mr. Thatcher who worked the bar for me, standing there with a smile, even though it was Mr. Robins’ place. The principal was sitting off to the side, watching me.
“I knew the prettiest girl in school would eventually come around to seeing things more clearly,” my teacher said with an approving smile at me, sipping his own mixed drink. “You’ve got a lot to offer the community.”
“And we’ve got a lot to offer you,” Mr. Robins added in firmly.
I tried to roll my eyes, but it just made me a bit dizzy and I laughed instead. It was just the three of us, some music playing in the background. It was nice, kind of a hard beat, enough that it made my voluptuous hips sway, but not distracting.
“Well, I don’t know if I’m sold yet,” I teased, but already I felt heat pulsing between my thighs.
I’d worn my tightest dress, a skyblue thing that ended just before the cleft of my ass, showing off the part where my thighs met my bum. I’ll be honest, I didn’t have a lot of respect for the rules, but I knew how important losing my virginity was.
That didn’t stop me from blowing a few guys behind school, though, which is pretty much the ultimate taboo. Don’t spill seed outside a fertile womb, the boys are all taught. But I couldn’t help but be a tease, and those young stud muffins weren’t up to the task of fathering any babies with me.
Though it shocked me that my principal and my teacher were interested in being my firsts, I had to admit that. Though with the way I pranced around in my short skirts, and low cut blouses... I was constantly being disciplined by one or the other.
My lips quirked into a smile at the thought.
But now was the time. I’d had my coming of age ceremony a few weeks ago, on my birthday, but I made them wait. I wanted them to be primed by the time they finally came in me.
I took another long sip of my drink, my shoes already abandoned as my fingers drew along the bartop, my eyes up on Mr. Thatcher.
“Oh you don’t do you?” my teacher said to me, a wry smile on his face in return, glasses perched upon his nose that were more stylish than what most islanders wore. He leaned onto the bar across from me, the two of us practically staring into each other’s eyes. “What’s gonna sell a hot lil’ vixen like you on us, huh?”
“Maybe I know,” my principal said, sipping his own cognac. “Maybe she’d like to move in here with me,” he offered, his hair sleek and slicked back, black with some silvery highlights. “Got a spare room with her name on it. Free to come and go as she likes. To use for whatever she wants. Needs taken care of.”
Oh, that did sweeten the deal, but I refused to look back at Mr. Robins, to give him that satisfaction of seeing my grin widen, my blue eyes flashing with interest.
“I have a place,” I protested, though it was pretty much a quarter of the size of his place, and not nearly so nice. Plus, I did really want to move out from my parent’s house. My lips quirked a bit before I sucked in my bottom lip seductively, looking at my teacher.
“Maybe…” he said, Mr. Thatcher spellbound by my seductive little look, or maybe it was the display of my thick mounds of cleavage beneath. Either way, he hesitated, soaking me in. “A nice car of your own?” he put forward, brow raised in silent query as he took another drink.
That one was a bit flooring. A car of my own? A nice one at that! They both drove some of the sweetest vehicles on the whole island!
Hah! And I’d thought I was spoiled asking for more. My ass was practically wriggling with excitement, and I knew there wasn’t a way to hide my happiness from either of them. My skirt began curling up over my round ass, and I could feel a bit of air brush against my pussy.
Though despite trying really hard to seem calm and in control, I couldn’t help that, deep down, I
was nervous. About what it’d feel like, a real man entering my cunt. I’d sucked some off, so I knew they were big, much bigger than my fingers, but I hadn’t seen either my principal’s, or my teacher’s, so it was hard to guess.
But they were both tall guys, so...
I licked my lips, tasting the sweetness of my drink against them and letting out a moan of satisfaction.
I’d been so wrapped up in it all, I didn’t notice that Mr. Robins had got up from his chair and had smoothly walked in behind me. That big, strong hand of his resting upon my ass cheek so casually, such a cavalier attitude about how he laid his hand upon his student’s ass. But then it was all legal and right, now.
“Come on,” he said to me, stroking over my cheek, encouraging that short little dress to roll up just a bit more as he downed the last of his drink then laid the glass down empty. “We’ll make the loveliest child on the whole island,” he said, moving in behind me, his newly free hand sliding along my inner thighs, encouraging me to part them wider.
I wanted to resist. To make them work harder for my innocence, but it was hard for me to pretend I wasn’t turned on. My skin was already flushed and almost dewy, and I let my blond hair spill down over my naked shoulders.
I looked over my shoulder at Mr. Robins, licking my lips.
“Loveliest,” I cooed back, my body wriggling against his hand. “And what do you want me to do?”
“Be a good girl for just once,” he remarked, his handsome face contorted with a wry little smirk, “and keep these legs spread the whole night through.” His hand purposely rolled my dress up just that little bit extra, exposing my bare slit beneath as his hard fingers explored my smooth, inner thighs.
“Be our little fuck slut,” Mr. Thatcher added on right in front of me, leaning over the bar until our lips hovered right before one another. “And we’ll knock you up. Again and again. Take such good care of you.”
I wondered how long they’d been planning for this, and the thought made my blood turn molten with arousal. Thinking about every time they’d punished me in a new light.
I swayed my hips against Mr. Robins hand, daring him to move closer to my bare pussy and feel me out, my legs opening just a fraction of an inch wider.
“I’ve never been good at being good. You two know that better than anyone,” I reminded them with a saucy smile.
Instead of feeling Mr. Robins hand upon my wet, scandalously exposed cunny, however, I felt the smack of his palm against my ass cheek, making that full cheek ripple with the impact, and coaxing a gasp from me.
“This one should be easy though,” Mr. Thatcher said to me as the stinging subsided just a little. “All you gotta do is spread your legs, and do what every beautiful girl was made to do. Then you can cruise around town, being the biggest, spoiled little brat on the island,” he said with such an impish smile of his own, right before he placed a kiss upon my lips.
He tasted nice, of liquor, and his lips were soft even though his kiss was firm. I fluttered my eyes closed as my smile widened.
I liked the sharpness of the spank on my butt, though, and I didn’t want that to be the only one.
“I’ll think about it,” I said, my voice sultry as I leaned forward on the bar, letting my cleavage become more scandalous as I pushed it towards Mr. Thatcher, my ass posed for Mr. Robins.
“No you won’t,” Mr. Robins said clearly, right before his hand landed upon my cheek again, enhancing that sting all the more. He had such a harsh, precise motion to his spanks, so cruelly rough. I knew the power behind that hand before, though. I’d felt it before that night, after all.
“C’mon,” Mr. Thatcher said to me in a low, husky voice. “We both know you won’t be able to resist giving that little pussy of yours up soon. Why not make it worthwhile?” He reached his hand out, lightly brushing back some of my blonde hair from my face. “We’ll knock you up and take care of you real good, Katie. Much better than those little punks you blew out behind the school.”
He knew.
My eyes widened in shock as I sucked in a breath. There wasn’t much he could have said that would take me off guard, but that did. Sure, it wasn’t really a crime to suck someone off, but it was frowned upon. Really frowned upon.
Like, community service frowned upon.
I tried to cover up my surprise, even though I knew it was too late.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I pouted.
A third spank landed upon my ass, harder than the first two by far, and I knew my cheeks were red and stinging.
“We let you off with blowing boys, but we’re not about to let you off with lying to us here,” Mr. Robins said so sternly, that disciplinarian in him so strong. “The only cocks you’ll be sucking from here on out, are ours. And if you’re real good, maybe we’ll let you suck the cum right out of them.”
“Once you’re good and pregnant at least,” Mr. Thatcher said with a handsome smile upon his strong-jawed face. He was quite a looker, younger than the principal by ten years or so. “We’re not brutes, Katie. We understand you’re a special girl, with special needs. If you need to suck a cock off to climax, we’ll help you out with that. But you gotta meet us halfway,” he said, the calm and soothing one of them.
My body was already crying out, needing precisely that, and I licked my lips without realizing.
Just the thought of sucking their cocks, taking their loads as they knocked me up... I couldn’t deny what it did to me. There was no point to it.
Instead, I tossed my head back and finally, blissfully, said the words we were all dying to hear.
“Okay.”
I’d sold my cunt, my womb, my body to them, but not for cheap. Especially not in light of what they had over me.
“About time,” Mr. Thatcher said, leaning in and tilting his head, pressing our lips together and thrusting his tongue in deep so it could lash against my own. He knit his fingers through my blonde hair, around to the back of my head where he pulled me into a kiss. It was such a loving, sweet motion, and I met him in kind.
It distracted me from the sounds of Mr. Robins undoing his trousers behind me, though.
Though once that thick, hard cock was nudging against my slick, exposed cunny lips, it was hard to ignore. Impossible.
That bulging crown teased long my moist labia as the older man gave an approving moan. The tip teasing into my little narrow cunny, detecting just how tight and virginal I really was.
“Oooh, she did wait on this at least. I can confirm that much,” Mr. Robins said with a husky delight, slowly pushing himself into me.
I felt a strange surge of pride, but it quickly disappeared as Mr. Thatcher’s tongue ran along mine, and I felt Mr. Robins threaten that little barrier. The thing that I’d protected for so long, cherished and prized.
I brought a finger down to my sex, fingers lightly brushing across my clit and finding out just how wet I really was, rubbing that bundle of nerves eagerly as my ass moved towards Mr. Robins.
I wanted to taunt him. Tease him. Make him beg.
But oh, if I made him wait, I knew it’d be me begging.
So instead I leaned against the bar as Mr. Robins sunk his cock into me, stretching that hymen out as he sank down into me, adding that twinge of pain as more of his meaty shaft pushed up into my slick little pussy. All that moistness helping ease the painful first entry.
“There you go,” Mr. Robins husked, grasping hold of my two cheeks in his palms, his fingers about my hips. “Take it nice and deep. You’ll be a mommy before you know it,” he told me.
Me, the bad girl. The misfit.
Though it was hard to argue when I had Mr. Thatcher’s tongue in my mouth. At least, until my principal shoved in the last of his length with a hard thrust and made me break that contact to squeal.
It was so intense, the pain lingering, my ass still stinging, and yet... oh God, I felt so full. So deliciously, wonderfully, deliriously full. It was as though I’d finally found what I was looking for
when I fingered myself beneath the covers at night, thinking of the way those boys tasted in my mouth.
But now I had not just one, but two men. Both so stern and yet... smitten with me. My body.
Everything stilled then, for a second, and I just savoured the feeling of Mr. Thatcher lingering so close to my mouth, Mr. Robins throbbing deep into my pussy.
So it was that while Mr. Robins began to pump that thick cock of his into my tight little pussy, Mr. Thatcher stroked my cheek and brushed back my hair fondly, placing little kisses upon my face repeatedly.
“You can come over to my place any time, once you’ve got that lil’ round belly of yours,” my teacher said to me so sweetly. “And you can suck my dick until your lips are sore. In fact, I insist,” he states with a devious smirk, the sound of my principal’s groin smacking into my ass rising up higher.
I was having a hard time staying balanced, even as I rest my torso against the bar, but all the while I was staring at my handsome teacher. For so long I’d watched him with a detached interest, a curiosity. Thinking about what it was like to be with him, outside of school. About who he was.
And his affectionate tone and tender stroking, I would have scoffed at. Hell, I wanted to scoff at them! But it endeared me towards him, with those nasty, naughty words spilling from his lips and making me want him more.
But it was Mr. Robins that bore the fruit of my arousal, my hips slamming against him harder.
I got a moan from that harsh, authoritarian principal of mine, a deep, loud growl of such exquisite satisfaction. His dick throbbed within me, swelling up and stretching my virginal little cunny wider, straining it to accept that big girth of his, so much larger than the boys I was used to blowing behind the school.
A hand slapped against my ass cheek loudly, and Mr. Robins reminded me of who was in charge with a harder thrust.
