by Candy Quinn
My nipples were so hard atop my bare breasts, the little pink peaks pointed skywards as the warm air brushed against them, causing me to suck in a deep breath.
Marcus grasped hold of my thighs and slowly teased that thick, bulging purple crown along my slick cunny. He did that for a while, getting his cock glistening with my own honey, until at last he began to sink on into me, that thick, pulsating shaft of his disappearing slowly into my bare, fertile quim as his cousin Jordan moved his lips on down from my shoulder to my breasts, suckling upon the stiffened peak of my pink nipple.
I squeaked as he stretched out that thin barrier, my toes curling. I didn’t think I could take it, the slowness only prolonging that pain before it finally gave way to his large crown, leaving me a bit dewy as my face relaxed. It was all happening so fast, yet I was so wet, so needy, and the fact that it was Marcus taking my virginity... I couldn’t believe it.
It was enough to make me moan as Jordan suckled my nipple, his tongue wrapping around it and teasing it, harder and harder.
Marcus too took such pleasure in the moment, moaning without restraint as he began to pump his hips, see-sawing that thick cock of his into me, slowly edging more and more of its long, vein-bulging length down into my warm depths. He worked himself in deeper and deeper, his heavy balls swaying as finally he managed to get the full length of his dick down into me and gave a satisfying moan for his efforts.
“Perfect, Lynn,” he said in a deep, pleasured-laden voice.
He was so big. I couldn’t help that I looked down, past Jordan’s head, to see just how he’d rooted himself within me. My eyes must have widened, because his smile certainly grew, and I couldn’t believe the amount of sensation that was spreading through my loins, my breasts, my body. It felt like every part of me was coming alive, and I had to let out a low whimper of gratitude.
Marcus took hold of his cousin’s hand and guided it down. It was there, in our first time, that he taught Jordan how to work a woman’s clit masterfully. At first Marcus’ thumb worked that sensitive little nub around, then Jordan’s following suit, doing the same motions so beautifully and exciting my body as his more experienced cousin continued to pump his length into me. His dick throbbing so thick.
“You’re such a beauty, Lynn,” he said in a deep, throaty voice laced with pleasure. And together, Marcus and I kissed around Jordan, who himself licked at my breast and worked my tender, excited clit.
And it was then that I understood why people in our town preferred two men. It was as though every part of me was being lovingly touched and stroked, and I was so excited. So happy, pinned between the two of them, my body so high and feeling a bit frenzied, in truth.
The longer Jordan rubbed my clit, the higher my peak, and it didn’t take long before all pain from the loss of my virginity was replaced with urgent pleasure, my body screaming for release. And then there was sparks, eruptions, and I couldn’t believe how much bliss my body could feel all at once.
Marcus could feel it too, the way my body convulsed, my cunny clenching his dick as he fucked me for my very first time. It was only increasing his own hunger for me, making him ravenous as my body shook from the rising tempo of his thrusts. Each new pound of his hips making my tits jiggle as Jordan suckle and licked at them.
“I’m gonna cum in you, Lynn,” Marcus said in a deep, pleasured voice, shuddering as he rocked his body, undulating his abs and hips to take me, claim my first time entirely with that impending release.
I knew the implications, even if I’d never experienced it before. Our sex education had been very thorough. Too thorough, if you had asked me.
But at that moment, I was so grateful for it, and the words sent me up to a higher plane that I’d experienced in all my years. It was as if I were simply soaring, my veins, my nerves, my everything filled with so much sensations and life.
“Oh!” I screamed, my head knocked back as my body undulated against both of them, my cunny slickening more against Marcus’ dick. “Yes!”
Marcus’ beautiful body quaked, his muscles tensed across his body and he thrust himself into me, impaling me upon his hard cock as he let loose a deep moan… and a torrent of his virile cum. Thick gouts of his seed blasted my depths, filling me up so completely. The rich spunk nearly overflowing as he pumped my fertile womb full.
It went on, the throbs of his cock filling me up until at last he was panting over me, spent.
Jordan licked at my stiff nipple, and around the areola as I whimpered, watching Marcus. Though my affection was for the more handsome Marcus, as he began to pull his thick shaft from my cunny, I felt an aching emptiness. A longing for something more that filled my loins. Jordan looked to me then as I drooled Marcus’ seed.
He began to take off his own shirt, showing the thick, bulging muscles of his own body. They weren’t at lean or well-defined as his cousin’s, but they were nice, very nice. And his dick was just as big, if not as well-shaped.
Marcus guided me back, helping me relax back lengthwise along the sofa, kissing my forehead, my cheek, my lips. All as Jordan got in between my legs, holding his dick.
And I was so smitten. Just so, desperately, wonderfully smitten, and I didn’t want their hands, their bodies, to leave me. I lusted for them both, even as my body flushed and I felt so shameless and embarrassed as they looked at me.
But the affection and desire in both of their eyes managed to soothe my rattled nerves and the way my belly twisted within me.
My eyes moved from Marcus to Jordan and, as I bit down on my lower lip, I gave him a nod.
Just like that, Jordan sank his thick cock down into me, filling the void that Marcus had left. While Marcus himself leaned down, kissed me on the lips so very tenderly, so my moan at being full again hummed through his lips.
Jordan didn’t need to take it as slow as his cousin, didn’t need to warm me up. All that honey and cum inside my fertile cunt made it much easier for him to pump into me. My tight little virginal cunny stretched out by my very first, so he could thrust and pump more energetically.
As my heavy breasts jiggled atop my chest, Marcus knelt back up beside me, and extended his still hard cock out towards my mouth.
“Have a taste of us,” he said, the mixture of our fluids on his dick offered up as he held the base of his shaft. He made it sound so sweet and romantic; us, our juices, mingled upon his cock.
And I couldn’t help but be a bit curious, as I looked up at him with innocent eyes. My tongue poked out, kittenish at first, as the wet muscle dabbed against his stiff organ and the taste first hit me. It was sweet, a little salty and metallic, and yet... good. I blinked as I licked against him again, longer, though my entire body was being rocked against the sofa with the powerful thrusts.
And I had to admit... it felt good, being pumped hard, a bit recklessly. My breasts jiggling against my chest as I moaned again.
Jordan’s rawer, bulging muscle being put to rougher use, with less meticulous care. He was just rocking me atop that plush couch as I licked and suckled upon Marcus’ dick, tasting our mixed fluids as the man smiled down at me, pet my hair so fondly. He looked smitten with me, giving soft little moans of approval that I tried to quiet my own pleasured sounds for.
But that began impossible when he reached down, fondling my breasts a moment, teasing my nipples with much more subtlety than Jordan had. And then on down… right past my light bush, between Jordan and my’s body, to tease my little clit once more, circling and prodding it as that cock hammered into me right next to Marcus’ fingers.
I was already so sensitive, his touch was warm and electric between my thighs and I let out a loud whimper. My eyes went to him, no longer able to focus on licking that flavour off his cock, my entire body crying out with need.
It didn’t take long, couldn’t be more than a couple of seconds, when that barrier was breached and the dams opened and I screamed out loud as my body quickly tensed and uncoiled.
My world was full of stars and electricity co
ursing through me, and while I came so hard once more, Jordan buried his dick on in me and, throwing back his head, he let loose a loud, thunderous roar as he came. Adding a second load to my nubile young womb, flooding my fertile depths as my tight cunny milked him dry.
It was all so dizzyingly sweet, and Marcus leaned down to kiss my lips, despite the salty taint of our fluids in my mouth.
I could finally see why all those other women had so desired this!
Marcus pointed out the back seat of the taxi, me in the middle and Marcus and Jordan on either side of me. I looked at the foreign countryside zoom past us with such rapt attention, my head going from side to side as I tried to take it all in, but it was going so fast.
My first time out of the town, off the island, out of the country, and with the two men I’d been spending almost every day with for the last five months. My baby bump was pronounced, but Marcus convinced me it’d be good for the baby to be exposed to new experiences, even if she was still within me. Besides, some tropical air didn’t hurt my own health and disposition!
I cradled my stomach as my hands clasped theirs, fingers interlaced, and my face actually hurt from smiling.
Part I
The Delaney Brothers
Alastair
Book Themes:
Billionaire, Dominance, maid/Boss, First Time, Pregnancy
Word Count:
16,705
“Don’t take too long in there or you’ll be late! The agency won’t appreciate that, Maisie!” shouts my mum through the bathroom door. I’ve just lowered myself down into a hot, delicious bath filled with floral-scented bubbles, piling my chocolate-brown hair back into a messy knot on top of my head. I roll my eyes and heave an exasperated sigh. My mum means well, but she has a tendency to hover a bit, always worrying over me.
“I know, Mum,” I groan, staring over at the door, praying she’ll leave soon. I was hoping for a little more privacy, but living with my mother in such tight quarters does not allow for a lot of time for myself. We share a tiny two bedroom terrace house in Conwy, North Wales, and we’re constantly bumping into each other, driving one another up the wall. We love each other, of course, but there comes a point when you’re eighteen years old and you’re just ready to be on your own.
“And don’t use up all my nice bubble bath!” she adds pointedly. I grimace, glancing over at the now-empty pink bottle perched on the edge of the bathtub.
“I’ll, um, get you some more,” I say sheepishly. I can nearly see her crossing her arms over her chest and shaking her head in that oh-too-familiar way. “Anyway, you don’t want to be late for work, either! I’ll be fine. Have a good day!” I continue quickly.
I hear her gasp a little and say, “Blimey, the time! Okay, I’m off.”
I listen to her heels clacking across the linoleum floor, fading away as she finally leaves. With a sigh, I close my eyes and sink down further into the aromatic water, enjoying the rare silence and solitude. Today is an important day, and I need to be in tip-top condition to handle it. I want a chance to zen out a little bit before I walk into the housekeeping agency office for that interview. I have to be perfect in every way if I’m going to land a good job.
Reaching over blindly, my fingers close around the item I’m looking for: a squishy sponge. Opening my eyes for just a moment, I squirt some lemony-scented soap onto it and begin massaging my naked shoulders, then down my arms and back up to my neck. The hot water is utterly heavenly on my skin, especially since it’s getting rather chilly outside. I dip the sponge into the water and lift it up, wringing it out over my perky breasts, my soft pink nipples just barely peeking out of the water. They stiffen slightly at the sensation of hot water sprinkling tantalizingly over my chest and I lean back, biting my lip.
I never, ever get alone time… and it shows.
From the moment I wake up in the morning until the second I fall back into bed at night, I am awash in sexual frustration — and just frustration, in general, actually. Living out here in such a small town is idyllic when you’re a child. The sea is mysterious and the forests enchanting. The streets are friendly and safe, and everyone knows your name. But now that I’m a young adult, I’ve grown tired of looking at the same sights and faces every single day. I want more than this.
I’m eighteen now, and I should be at the prime of my dating life, but every guy my age in town has known me since I was ten, when I moved here to live with my mum full-time after a decade of shuttling back and forth between Ohio with my father and Wales with my mother. We all went to primary school together. We all went to secondary school together. It’s a small world, and I know everybody in it. Besides, none of them are particularly attractive to me. They’re all set on just living here forever, becoming the fishermen, butchers, and farmers their parents were, too. Hell, even my own mother just assumes I am going to continue working as a domestic servant for the rest of my sorry days.
Not that there’s anything wrong with that. It’s just a little pedestrian for my tastes. And I’ve gotten tired of seeing my mother mistreated and overlooked by the wealthy, snobbish people she works for. That’s the main reason I have decided I want to go to university in London next year: I’ve got to get the hell out of Conwy and do something more with my life.
Of course, I’ve got to somehow find the money for an apartment in the most expensive city in the world. And that means falling back on the very job I desperately want to escape.
I’m going to be a domestic servant. I’m going to clean some rich prick’s house and save up every pound until I’ve got enough to pay rent on my own out there in the big city. That’s why today’s interview is so important. If I can’t get a good enough job, then I might just be stuck here for even longer, and that is an outcome I am not prepared to face.
I reach down between my legs to wash my milky white thighs, feeling the corner of the sponge brush up along my pussy. I shiver involuntarily, my body tensing up instantly at this slight touch. It’s been a long, long time since I last touched myself, and as I’m still a virgin, that’s the only action I ever get. It’s a little embarrassing to be a virgin at the age of eighteen, I suppose, since all my school mates have been doing the horizontal tango for years by now. I know it’s like that I’m not cute or whatever, it’s just that I’m rather, well, picky.
None of the boring guys around here interest me even in the slightest, and if I’m going to give up my virginity to someone, it better be someone I actually feel attracted to. Plus, I’ve always been too busy to take the time to find a suitable partner. I’ve worked my ass off to make good marks in school, and every free moment has been spent studying or joining my mother on housekeeping gigs for extra cash. It’s difficult to make ends meet out here, and there are few opportunities.
With all of that hanging over my head, it’s no surprise that I haven’t made time to lose my virginity to anybody yet. But that doesn’t mean the desire isn’t there.
I close my eyes and let my fingers slide down between my legs, tentatively stroking along my pussy under the hot water. I shiver and let my lips fall open as I hook one finger and push it slowly inside of me.
Warmth runs up my body, adding to the warmth of the bath as I feel my pussy welcome the touch of my finger. I swirl it around, leaning back and letting the tendrils of my hair float in the water as I excite myself, feeling my cheeks burn a little.
It isn’t long before my lower abdomen starts to tense. I feel like I’m always pent-up these days, everything as stagnant as the bath water I’m steeping in. I fill my head with the thoughts of some man towering over me, his hands roaming over my body, invading places I’ve never allowed anyone to touch, his fingers reaching down to where mine are now.
There’s no gentleness in this mystery man, not like I’m giving myself. My jaw hangs open as I picture him holding me down, his shaft a thick outlined in whatever pants tightly hug his thighs, and he unzips them to show me the virile, masculine treasure between his legs, pressing his lips to me as the
crown pushes in while I push my own finger in, digging deep into my pussy as I feel the warmth of my honey around me…
I gasp softly as an orgasm ripples through me, my legs twisting and toes clenching as I close my eyes and feel my cheeks redden.
Okay, so I’m horny. The mystery man of my fantasy doesn’t even have a defined face. The thought of a strong, massive cock between my legs alone, comforting me on this rainy island gives me what I need to get by.
But I have an interview tomorrow that might just get me out of here and somewhere that matters in this bloody country, so I need my head clear. I massage myself as I come down from my orgasm, breathing heavily.
I need to be on my A-game for this interview, because if I stay here, I’m going to lose my mind.
Barely a week later, my train is coming to a halt in Surrey County, and I can’t believe any of this is really happening.
The interview went swimmingly. The interviewer, a young woman named Janet, couldn’t stop talking about how perfect I’d be for this position — still working as a domestic, or a maid, as she put it bluntly, but the position is under some high-profile, wealthy landowner. To me, that means old money, something I’m not used to.
Not everything about that is exciting. I picture in my mind some old codger in a stuffy manor, requesting his tea at such-and-such time, sharp. Probably a white-haired pianist with nothing better to do with his time than tell the staff what to do.
Still, it’s a paycheck, and the best part is that I got the job.
Mother had been leery. I was informed to pack lightly, as my new employer would provide everything, including my uniform. Mum thought that was all a bit odd, and I should have vetted the man with her first, but honestly, I don’t care who he is, as long as he can get me the hell out of my hometown.
