Those Kinds of Adult Stories Your Mother Warned You About

by Natalie Nogasm

  He turned and saw Dylan standing over him, eyeing her ass with obvious interest. Andrew pulled out, “Jason, switch it up, Dylan wants that.”

  “Oh, come on.” Reluctantly, he pulled out, but remained lying on the ground.

  Ashley was breathing very heavily, her chest heaving with each breath she took, but she understood well enough. She turned around, Jason sliding into her drenched slit easily. She spread her cheeks, and Dylan didn’t hesitate.

  He sunk in slowly, his thick length something that took some getting used to. If she thought it felt stuffed before, now she knew she had been wrong. She almost felt like she was at her breaking point, if he was any thicker she doubted anyone would be able to take it. But she had, and Gareth had video evidence.

  Jason and Dylan alternated their strokes, one entering as the other left. She never had a moment where she felt empty, especially not when Andrew stepped forward again and pushed his cock past her lips, the taste of herself putting her in a state of bliss. The three of them worked their hips furiously, her body being ravaged like nothing she had ever experienced before. Jason’s length and Dylan’s thickness all but guaranteed that she wasn’t going to walk straight the next day, but she couldn’t bring herself to care.

  Back and forth their lengths worked until she felt their movements getting clumsy. She smiled with glee, she knew exactly what was going to come next. They each pulled out with good synchronization, no doubt the result of playing together for so long. She took up position on her knees, opening her mouth eagerly. Andrew was the first to blow, his cum lancing through the air and splattering over her forehead. She smiled when she felt Jason aim his load down her throat, eagerly swallowing what he offered to her. She was nervous when Dylan stepped forward, everything else about him was huge, no doubt his load would be as well. She was proven right, a thick, creamy load of cum depositing itself across her cheeks, pointing downwards and marking itself across her chest as well.

  She smirked as she made eye contact with Gareth, one hand focusing with the camera and the other furiously pumping his length, “Come on Gareth, give it to me.”

  He stepped forward, barely able to aim before his head exploded, warm cum painting across her lips and nose. She giggled at the sensation, rubbing her thighs together at the thought of what she looked like. Each member collapsed backwards, their chests heaving but unable to take their eyes off Ashley. On her knees, covered in cum, yet she looked completely at home, like she commanded the room. They supposed that in a way, that’s exactly what she’d done.

  One by one, they came forward, each one giving her a piece of paper with their number on it, “If you ever want to do this again.” They said.

  Gareth was the last to approach, kneeling down next to her. He handed her his card and the camera. “You can keep the camera, I think that’s the least we can do.” He pointed at the card, “That’s to get in contact with me or my office. You ever want anything from us, just let us know, we’ll see what we can do.” He smirked, “As it stands already, you’ve got a free ride with the band whenever you want, your friends too.”

  She laughed, “Oh, they’ll be glad to hear that.”

  The girls were speechless as they watched the video, the feeling of arousal so thick you could cut it with a knife. “Jesus Christ Ashley.” Katie looked to where she was sitting, “How can you even bear to sit right now?”

  Ashley laughed, “I actually cannot feel my ass at all right now. It’s gonna hurt like a bitch later.”

  Lily smirked, “I’ll say, the size of Dylan’s dick, I’ll bet you’ll never be the same again.”

  “I think it’s just a shame we missed it,” Sandra licked her lips, “Probably would’ve been amazing to help you clean up.”

  “Oh god, don’t remind me.” Ashley put her head in her hands, “It took so long to wash the cum off. I was sure I wouldn’t ever be clean again.”

  “I still can’t believe you managed to fuck all of them.” Katie laughed, “Remind me not to bet against you ever again.”

  “If only we believed in you,” Lily scowled, “We could’ve been right there next to you.”

  “Weeeeell...” They raised their eyebrows at Ashley, smiling like the Cheshire Cat.

  “Well?” Sandra leaned forward, “Well what?”

  Ashley pulled out the card, “They did give me their numbers, and Gareth did tell me I had a free ride with the band whenever I wanted.” She smirked deviously, “My friends too.”

  One by one, their eyes widened, “No... You’re not saying...”

  She nodded, scooting closer, “Oh, I’m saying alright.” She pulled them in close, each one falling back onto the bed, “How would you feel about going and making a sequel to my little film here?”

  Sandra grinned, “I think I speak for all of us when I say that sounds amazing.”

  Katie nodded, “Absolutely.”

  “That does sound perfect...” Lily crept forward, pressing her lips to Ashley’s mouth, “But first I think there was something we all needed to take care of after the concert.”

  Ashley watched as all three of them started to discard their clothing, obviously ready for what would come next. She smirked, “Couldn’t think of a better way to end it.”

  Story 33

  “It is I, the lady of the house.” She said in a soft whisper.

  “L-Lady Bella Marie Fontaine.” The young man peering through the crack in the doorway looked fretful.

  “Yes, now let me in.” Bella said with a little more urgency. “I must make my nightly confession.”

  “But-but his holiness, Father Julian, is away… on…” The young acolyte trembled slightly.

  “It matters not.” She pushed the door open as he backed away. “You can serve my purpose.”

  “But my lady…” He stammered. “I am not… yet ordained, I have been a simple novitiate for a mere week.”

  “Yet you are a man of the Cloth, or at least one on the path to be.” She insisted and looked around the little chapel that her husband, Lord Marcel Jean Fontaine, had ordered to be built inside his castle. “You will hear my confession and seek forgiveness for me.”

  “I… I am not sure…” He backed away as she took a step toward him.

  “What is your name?” She stared intensely at his young slender face.

  “Er… I am Eustace Deleon, my lady.” The young acolyte bowed low.

  “Very well, Eustace… take your place, I have much to ask forgiveness for.”

  “If it pleases you, my lady.” Eustace nodded and took the customary seat for the act.

  “Indeed it does.” Bella said and knelt down before him. “Give me your hand.”

  His hand was soft and tender to the touch, almost as delicate as her own and she wondered how those hands would feel on her body. She was used to, and preferred, male hands that were strong and coarse upon her sensitive body, but then there was always room for new things to be experienced.

  “Relieve yourself of the burden of sin, my lady.” Eustace recited lines he had much practiced and his hand shook in hers. “Unburden it all unto me so that I may wash them away in the name of our Lord and find you forgiveness and peace.”

  “I give myself to you, young Eustace.” Bella said in a tone most solemn. “I will confess everything, nothing shall I hide… for I have sinned and I seek forgiveness and peace.”

  “You may begin, my lady.”

  “Ah, but where shall I begin…” She said with a choking sob. “…life has played a jest most cruel on me, a mere woman of flesh and blood… a simple soul that seeks only love and care. As you know, my marriage to Lord Marcel Jean Fontaine, a man more than twice my age, was made as an alliance between my father’s estate and this one. And alas, for me it has been nothing but entrapment with no means of release, not even for a day. My husband is old and lacks the interest, as well as the will and means to satisfy a wife as young as I… and I am a woman who has needs.

  “All the silken luxury of expensive cushions and rug
s on an exquisite bed does little to bring sleep. Nothing comforts me more than the warm, protective embrace of a strong man, in whose arms I would feel safe and protected. And a man who would also make me feel like a woman, a woman stretched and filled, with a sense of fulfillment and contentment. But alas, my beloved husband, the Lord Marcel Jean Fontaine, is older than my own sire, and more often than not, leaves me wanting in more ways than one.

  “But I, Lady Bella Marie Fontaine, am not one to be denied, and for the past one year of this fruitless marriage out of arrangement, I have found satisfaction from more willing and able partners. But alas again, those partners are now away, away to serve crown and country on some foolhardy battle against marauding raiders from the northern wastelands seeking to plunder the riches of this land. And yet, this night the fire of desire burns wild within me and I am just a mere woman of flesh and blood, with needs most natural that must be quenched.

  “Am I committing a sin, your holiness? Am I going to be damned for doing only what my body was designed by a divine creator to do?”

  She looked into the young acolyte’s fearful eyes and squeezed hard on his hand. She could tell that he was aroused by her and all that she had said. After all, a man of the Cloth or no, he was still a man. And Bella knew how to bring men to become their most vulnerable selves. And young Eustace Deleon was no different.

  “I… I should say, my lady…” He said after swallowing down hard. “…you must control yourself… it is a test, a test by our Lord for you to be true and chaste… to contain oneself against temptation is a virtue… it is a… a… to deny oneself such base needs is a… a…”

  “Is that what you are doing now, Eustace?” She gave him a mocking smile. “Are you denying yourself the pleasure of base needs that one is born with?”

  “Oh, my lady… I… I have no such needs… I must ask for forgiveness… for you…”

  “Isn’t lying a sin too, young novitiate?” She placed a hand on his trembling knee. “Or are those of the Cloth excused from it?”

  Eustace stiffened at her bold touch but he didn’t brush her hand away. “Lying is a sin… a most grievous sin, my lady.”

  “So would you not be lying were you to say you do not find me desirous?”

  “I… I cannot… I must not…”

  “Young Eustace, you are not yet ordained, just a new acolyte in training,” She slid her hand from his knee up his slender thigh, pulling his robe upward with the motion. “And if I were to seduce you, neither you nor I would have our eternal souls damned for all eternity.”

  “My lady?” She felt triumphant at the tone of fear and defeat in his voice. “I… I cannot say… I am not allowed…”

  “Then do not say anything, young one.” She smiled and boldly pushed his robe all the way up to his waist. “And I am allowing you to do everything you want to me.”

  “But my lady…”

  “Hush, little acolyte, not another word…” She had his robe high enough to reveal his blood engorged erection. “I see this part of you has no regard for any of your fears.”

  “My l-l-lady.” The young man shivered violently as she wrapped her fingers around the dense girth of his throbbing virgin cock.

  Bella licked her lips and stroked him, he had one of the largest cocks she had ever seen, and on a slender, frail frame like his, it looked even bigger by contrast. She pulled down the foreskin to expose the pre-cum dribbling cockhead and leaned over him to plant a hungry kiss on it. She didn’t stop there; taking the full head into her mouth she gave it a few deep sucks and released it with a sharp slurping sound. Eustace was trembling like a leaf and murmuring something incoherent that could have only passed off for a prayer of forgiveness.

  Bella grinned wolfishly and went down on the hapless young novitiate. She took nearly half of his lengthy girth down her throat and stroked the rest of it furiously. Her need to taste him drove her wild and she knew for a virgin like him it would not be long. With all her experience in such matters, she was right as Eustace stiffened sharply, cried out something unintelligible and then sagged back down. His cock surged in her mouth with his seed erupting in waves of thick splashes. She pulled herself back, keeping only the spewing cockhead in her mouth to savor the delicious discharge from his young cock. She knew he would remain as hard as ever to satisfy the burning need she had between her thighs next.

  Eustace was spent, lying back on his large chair and breathing heavily, but his young cock was as erect as it was before his ejaculation. Bella licked his cock clean and lathered it with more of her saliva. He was delicious and she could get used to this. She stood up and lifted her nightgown, giving the wide eyed novitiate a full view of her forbidden fruit. Brazenly biting her lower lip, she moved over him, placing the throbbing head of his cock against the dripping lips of her hungering pussy. He twitched his cock in her hard, making her laugh out loud. She guided his cock in, slowly taking in his thickness inch by inch. The sensation of his dense organ filling her slick love canal was one most heavenly and very few of her lovers ever made her feel this way. She would have to find some way to make this Eustace more easily accessible to her, for the future needs of confessing her sins.

  The young man gasped and panted. That he had never felt the tight warmth of a woman before was evident to her, and she felt his organ grow harder and thicker inside, stretching her wide. Oh, how she loved the feeling. She placed her palms down on his flat chest and lifted her hips upward, allowing his cock to slide slowly out of her. He had to be at least a foot long, judging how high she had to lift herself before she could feel only his cockhead inside her. This was going to be a ride she would not forget too soon, if at all she could.

  “You don’t have to keep fighting it, you know.” She purred into his frightened face as she leaned over him. “You’re not a virgin anymore, and your sacred vows of abstinence are broken even before you could take them. So you might as well relax and enjoy this.”

  “Uhh… but… my lady.” His eyes stared back at her in utter horror. “I am damned to burn in…”

  “Nonsense, you fool.” She laughed into his face. “Now grab a hold of my beautiful ass and help me ride you… come on.”

  Bella felt his nervous hands gingerly reaching for her plush behind. She threw back her head and laughed before slamming herself back down on him. The entire length of his thickness speared into her and she cried out. Pleasure and pain danced wildly and she wiggled her hips, letting his young hardness explore the wonders inside her. She rose and fell wildly over him, his thick cock stretching her over and over. It wouldn’t be long now as she felt the turbulence building up within her heaving belly. Then it gave way, rushing all the way down to her pussy and gushing out with the exquisite euphoria of a mind blowing orgasm.

  She cried out, digging her nails into her lover’s slender arms, grinding against him, feeling his thickness deep inside her throb and swell. He exploded in tandem with her, filling her with his young virile seed for the second time that evening. Bella kissed his face, his lips and pushed her tongue into his mouth. His moans of pleasure mingled with her own and she held on to him as another orgasm worked its way down from her belly.

  The sound of the door creaking open made the both of them freeze. As one they turned their heads to face the intruder. Before them stood a short, portly man, in the unmistakable brown robes of a fully ordained man of the Cloth. His eyes were wide and his mouth wider still, he had dropped the several scrolls and books he was carrying, and his hands were twitching by his sides.

  “Ah, father Julian.” Bella smiled at him calmly, and yet remained as she was, straddling her young lover.

  “What in the name of the Lord…” The stout man finally sputtered. “This is blasphemy… this sin is unforgivable. Eustace, you will burn for Eter…”

  “That is enough, my good man.” Bella hardened her tone. She had one hand placed on Eustace’s narrow chest, holding him down. “Tell me… what brings you barging in here in such a manner?”

 
“What?” Julian took a step back as if he was struck. It appeared he had just come to realize that she was the lady of the estate. “But… but… my lady, we are… under attack… the castle walls have been breached…”

  “Under attack?” She felt a chill run down her back as she slid off her hapless lover. “But who dares to…”

  “The Northmen… they have broken down our defenses and are looting the town.” Julian stole a quick glance at her exposed lower half. “I must save as many of our holy texts as I can… Eustace, help me.”

  Shaking now with real fear, Eustace got to his feet even as Bella smoothed down her night gown. She would have to return to her room and save what she could before, as it was their custom, the raiders set the entire castle ablaze.