by Rowena
She mentioned getting to fuck around, and she just gave me permission to get pounded by her man—who, by the way, has an unmistakable predatory look on his face.
My eyes drop to his stiff cock tenting his swim trunks.
He is definitely ready to sink his dick into me, and I couldn’t be more ready for him.
I’m a little scared of his intensity, to be honest, but it only makes my virgin pussy throb with even more need.
Once we’re closed inside the bedroom, my eyes snap to Mr. Smith’s, whose own blue eyes are burning with desire.
He works his swim trunks off and his thick cock bounces a little in its release as he frees himself.
I suck in a breath at the sight of his masculine, fleshy rod in all its naked glory.
Fuck, it’s so big!
How the hell is it supposed to fit anywhere?
My heart pounds harder and faster as fear and lust compete for taking my breath, my drenched bikini bottoms getting even wetter, my tingling nipples practically poking through my triangle bikini top.
My whole body is being wracked by different sensations, but it’s in agreement on one thing: let that hard cock inside…
1
LOSING IT
DAPHNE
I’ve been gearing up to lose my virginity by watching a lot of porn, and now I’m hornier than I’ve ever been in my life.
I can’t stop thinking about getting stuffed by a hard cock for the first time, and this college break is the perfect opportunity to get my cherry popped.
Now, it’s just a matter of finding the perfect candidate, and since I’m heading back to my old hometown for the break, my mind goes over the possibilities there.
None of the guys I went to high school with seem like tempting candidates, and I never had anyone my own age in my old neighborhood except for Sarah, a blond bombshell—and the pact I made with my college friends involves us having our cherries popped by a fleshy dick—so even dildos and strap-ons are out, no matter who’s wielding them.
My mind is still working on how to select the right cock for my virgin pussy as I park in front of my childhood home and get ready to pull my bags from the car to drag them to my old room—the place I was so ecstatic to leave just a few months ago to start my journey to being on my own as an adult.
I missed this place a bit once it sunk in that I was alone on a new college campus, and I hadn’t really started making friends yet.
But I soon found similar girls to hang out with and we’ve been stuck together like glue since.
Eventually, we found out we were all virgins that fall semester, and we made a pact to lose our virginity after the new year and before freshman year is out—preferably over Spring Break—and I’m more than ready to do it; I’ve been driving myself crazy with porn-induced fantasies.
I feel like I could end up humping a tree or couch like some mindless animal, fully controlled by the urges of my desperately horny untouched pussy.
Ugh!
The sooner I can get this whole thing over with, the better.
“Daphne!” I hear as I slam my car door shut, hoisting my travel bag onto my shoulder.
I turn toward the voice, slightly peeved at being delayed a little longer from finally being back inside my home where I can masturbate in peace since my mom’s at work.
I see Sarah jogging up to me, her generous tits bouncing with her approach, a pretty lip-glossed smile on her face.
“Hey!” I say, accepting her brief hug, her soft boobs squishing delightfully against me.
Christ, what’s wrong with me? I have such a one-track mind right now.
“Welcome back!” she says brightly.
I suddenly realize she ran from the direction of the house opposite hers.
She catches me looking back at the house she came from then explains, “I sort of live with him now.”
“No kidding!” I say, understanding at once.
Lucky her.
Mr. Smith moved here last summer after Sarah and I graduated high school.
I remember him well—he was a pretty hot teacher and had plenty of us girls lusting after him.
God, who isn’t hot to me right now, though? I might even start humping Sarah’s thigh if she stands there much longer.
“He’s coming back around six, and I’m kind of bored. If you’re up to it, want to hang out with me in the hot tub? I mean, after you’re settled back in and everything. Like around five or so?”
“That actually sounds nice,” I say.
Sarah and I aren’t besties or anything but we did hang out every now and then, being the only people our age in the neighborhood, and it’ll be great to catch up with her.
Plus, it’s not like I have a hot tub, and soaking in one with jets sounds like the perfect way to unwind after a long drive back home. Maybe I can aim one of those jets at my yearning pussy.
“Should I bring snacks or anything?” I ask.
“Nah, we’ll have stuff for afterward, if you want. All kinds.”
Is it me or did those gorgeous blue eyes of hers twinkle with mischief?
Must be my imagination.
I certainly wish she had something up her sleeve.
Surprise! Here’s a hot guy who can help you out of your virginity!
Yeah, right.
“How about five thirty?” I say.
“Great!” she says. “See you then. Just come in your bikini and sarong or whatever. We’ll have towels and shit.”
For some reason, that makes me laugh, and I’m still smiling after we wave goodbye, and as I finally dump my stuff in my old bedroom.
I check the time.
Five thirty is a few hours away, and I have the house to myself at least until then.
And I know exactly what I’m going to do.
I almost don’t need it, but I pull out my laptop and go to my favorite porn site and find a few promising sex clips to watch.
I click on the first one.
A girl in a super short plaid skirt and a white blouse enters what looks like a classroom, a sort of apologetic look on her face.
A hot older guy with glasses and his white dress shirt open at the top gazes at her sternly, and I know she’s about to be punished for being a bad girl.
The man holds up a sheet of paper with a big red F on it, shaking his head a bit in disapproval.
The girl and I both know what that F really means, and I slide my hand under my panties, ready to watch the two get some A.
The man bends her slim body over his desk and flips the piece of cloth she calls a skirt up, revealing a perfectly tight, round ass. No panties, of course.
He smacks her on her ass a few times, making her jerk and cry out, and then he loosens his pants, beginning with his belt.
By the time his slacks fall to his ankle, leaving his huge, hard cock pointing upward (since he conveniently had no underwear on himself), she has turned around to face him, and her eyes pop open at the sight of his raging rod.
He lifts her and plants her ass cheeks on the desk, opening her legs and planting himself between them.
He aims the mushroom tip of his cock at her wet hole, then plays with it a bit, rubbing it over her feminine folds while she moans and pants desperately.
Then he pushes his dick inside her.
While he glides his cock in and out of her slick cunt, his ass cheeks clenching with each thrust, I slide my fingers over my pussy lips, avoiding my hyper-sensitive clit.
When he speeds up, fucking her harder, I slip a finger into my own needy hole.
What I would give to have a cock instead!
It’s not long before I feel a familiar build-up inside me, having masturbated countless times and in many ways, and while the older man is still pounding the young, hairless snatch offered up to him from his desk, I finally brush against my clit while fingering myself desperately, and the pressure inside me intensifies until it explodes into climax, choking off my other senses a bit while I recover from my orgasm.
> God, I hope I can get stuffed by a real cock soon.
2
THE DEFLOWERING
DAPHNE
I take a long, warm shower, washing and conditioning my long, dark hair, my mind still working on how to maximize my school break.
I don’t have a ton of time before meeting up with Sarah, but I have enough time to grab a snack, pick out a bikini, and check my emails and social media accounts.
Before I know it, it’s almost five thirty, and I pull on my bikini then grab a yellow sundress to throw over it so I still look presentable—I’m not walking over to some guy’s place in a bathrobe or sarong!
Sarah comes out to meet me, shamelessly in a tiny pink bikini, the top barely covering her areolae and nipples, the bottom leaving out her round butt cheeks.
Christ, she has a great body. Mr. Smith is so lucky to have her!
Sarah’s smile is bright as usual, and she leads me through the house to the back door, where we exit to the outside, the bubbling hot tub waiting.
I pull my sundress off and toss it aside and follow Sarah into the gurgling water.
We chat for a while, catching up on everything that happened since we both graduated high school.
Apparently, she and Mr. Smith have sort of been together a while, and she says she’s not sure she’ll be returning to college.
She seems extremely happy, but she mentions the two of them considering having a more ‘open’ relationship.
I don’t know what the hell she means by that, and I guess it shows on my face because then she says, “Like, still being together, but having a sort of freedom to…”
“Fuck other people,” I finish for her.
She shrugs. “We’re just talking about it. I mean, he was my first and, so far, my only.”
I nod in understanding. “I see. Well, here you are, getting pounded regularly, and I’m still hoping to nab my first one!”
Her mouth drops open a little—in shock, I guess—then I tell her about the pact I made with my friends.
“It doesn’t help that my hormones are firing on all cylinders—I’m so horny these days, and I really hope I get some relief soon.”
There’s that look again on Sarah’s pretty face!
I don’t think I’m imagining it this time, but what could her mischievous look mean?
I change the subject since my pussy has started tingling again just talking about sex, and soon, I hear masculine tones nearby.
Sounds like Mr. Smith has come back home, and I thought he was on the phone at first, but it’s soon clear he arrived with another guy.
Then the owners of those deep voices are in sight, the back door opening to reveal Mr. Smith, looking hot as ever and, oh my god—another familiar face!—Coach Campbell, both of the men in swimming trunks only.
My heart feels like it’s going to pound through my chest, my pussy revving up so fast, I panic.
“Listen, thanks for having me over…” I say to Sarah, but she interrupts.
“You’re leaving? No, stay! I have something for you!”
Her blue eyes look so desperate, her cute face so distraught at the possibility of me taking off and leaving her behind, I find myself submitting to her request.
I’m too distracted by the nearby masculine bodies to press her for whatever the hell she’s talking about giving to me, too preoccupied with keeping my eyes on places that won’t get me in trouble.
I gulp when the men slide in the hot tub with us, unable to help myself.
The men are too close to my needy body, and if I don’t get out of here soon, I might end up propositioning one before I can stop myself, verbally or non-verbally.
My mind starts conjuring up images of me riding one of them, and I can’t take it anymore.
Luckily, being soaked from the hot tub hides the wetness between my legs.
“I really have to go now,” I say as I lift myself out of the water, not to be deterred by any pleas this time.
I don’t want Sarah mad at me—I can’t let her see how much I want any of these guys to bury their hard cocks in my tight, virgin pussy.
My nipples are hard, and my bikini bottoms are clinging to my pussy lips—which I notice because Mr. Smith’s eyes seem to get locked there.
Then he says, “I’ll walk you out,” exiting the tub.
I look back at Sarah, and she inexplicably smiles and winks at me.
There’s that mischievous look again!
“Let him take care of you,” she says in a different sort of voice, and it all suddenly becomes crystal clear.
She mentioned the two of them getting to fuck around, and she just gave me permission to get pounded by her man—who, by the way, has an unmistakable predatory look on his face.
My eyes drop to his stiff cock tenting his swim trunks.
He is definitely ready to sink his dick into me, and I couldn’t be more ready for him.
I’m vaguely aware of a vibe between Sarah and Coach Campbell, and dim awareness of her own upcoming plan fades as I march behind Mr. Smith to the nearest bedroom, and it sinks in that it’s really happening—I’m about to lose my virginity, and this hot older man is about to do me the favor!
I’m a little scared of his intensity, to be honest, but it only makes my virgin pussy throb with even more need.
Once we’re closed inside the bedroom, my eyes snap to Mr. Smith’s, whose own blue eyes are burning with desire.
He works his swim trunks off and his thick cock bounces a little in its release as he frees himself.
I suck in a breath at the sight of his masculine, fleshy rod in all its naked glory.
Fuck, it’s so big!
How the hell is it supposed to fit anywhere?
My heart pounds harder and faster as fear and lust compete for taking my breath, my drenched bikini bottoms getting even wetter, my tingling nipples practically poking through my triangle bikini top.
My whole body is being wracked by different sensations, but it’s in agreement on one thing: let that hard cock inside.
Mr. Smith stalks toward me and helps me out of my top, then I quickly tug my bottoms off.
He walks me backward then pushes my chest so that I fall on the bed, my butt connecting with the soft sheets, my legs flying open a bit.
Then he crawls over me, forcing me to lay on my back.
I can barely get the words out, but I manage to say, “I’m a virgin,” just to warn him what he’s getting into.
He pauses, staring into my eyes for a moment, then he plants a light kiss on my lips before sliding down my body until his head is over my pussy.
I can still see his hard cock, and I want it more than I’ve wanted anything in my entire life, but instead, he spreads my pussy lips with his fingers and darts his tongue out, the unexpected light, wet touch making me jump and squeal.
He smiles a little then darts his tongue out again, this time, sliding it up my electrified folds.
I cry out in mindless pleasure.
“I can see you’re wet for me; I just want to make sure you’re as ready as can be,” he says before stabbing me with his tongue some more, making me writhe and moan uncontrollably.
I think I’m going to lose my mind.
I want to beg him to give me his cock, but I’m stuck helplessly moaning in response to his warm, slithering tongue.
He pushes a finger into my dripping hole and my cries get louder, and as he starts sliding it in and out of me like a dick, I finally find some words.
“Please, Mr. Smith!” I say desperately, knowing if he keeps working me with his fingers and tongue, it won’t be long before I come, and I’d prefer to come with his hard dick inside me.
He climbs over me again, my bent knees at his hips, and then he brings the tip of his cock to my wet pussy.
He rubs it over my petals, teasing me a little more, and just when I’m about to beg again, he pushes his tip inside me.
He pauses, and when I lock eyes with him, he pushes farther in, leaving me whim
pering.
His eyes still locked on mine, he brushes one of my hard nipples with his thumb, sending electricity shooting through me.
Then he pushes his cock even deeper inside me, not stopping this time until he’s buried balls-deep and we’re pelvis to pelvis, my virgin cunt gripping his stiff, lengthy cock.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” he says, paused again, and I take the moment to glance down at where our bodies are joined, his fat cock at my hairless slit.
That’s when he decides to lift his cock out a bit, and I see part of his thick shaft glistening with my pussy juices before he shoves it back all the way inside me.
“Mr. Smith,” I whimper, tearing my gaze away from our link and leaning my head back, closing my eyes to savor the sensations of this moment.
I feel him lift his cock out again and push it back in, and this time, he repeats the motion immediately, and then over and over again, thrusting and thrusting as his hard cock slides against my walls, breaking in my tight pussy.
I wrap my legs around him and he rides my cunt a little harder.
He surprises me with a mouth on one of my boobs, and the jolt of pleasure makes me thrust my hips toward him as if my body’s trying to take his cock deeper—but how much deeper can it go?
I realize it’s my greedy outer pussy lips needing the contact with him, my pussy hole happily plugged by his hard dick.
Mr. Smith grinds into me, leaving me a writhing, moaning mess as I lift my hips to match his thrusts, trying to take all he can give me.
At some point, I realize something is off and I open my eyes, immediately noticing the bedroom door is suddenly wide open.
I can see a man’s firm, naked ass clenching, feminine legs wrapped around his hips, and it soon registers that I’m watching Coach Campbell fuck Sarah against the hallway wall.
I find myself riveted by the sight—it’s like I’m watching live porn!—and my pussy floods with even more juices, causing Mr. Smith to let out a tortured, masculine groan.
He starts riding me harder and faster.
There’s no way I can last much longer—between Mr. Smith’s hard, rhythmic strokes as he pushes his cock in and out of my greedy pussy, and the sight of Sarah getting fucked hard against the wall, an orgasm builds quickly.
