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‘We’ll take you out to the orchard,’ Anthony said. ‘We’ll have plenty of time to strip you naked and teach you how to take cock.’

‘Three of you?’ Cathy didn’t like the way her voice rose and squeaked as she asked the question. Anthony dropped a heavy palm on her bare knee, just below the hem of her cotton summer dress, comforting, reassuring — and suddenly, intensely intimate.

‘Oh, I always share my fucks with Angus and Alistair,’ he said cheerfully.

Cathy made the mistake of not only telling her old friend Anthony that she had never had intercourse but also that she had always fancied him. Now she is on a rollercoaster towards a steamier gangbang than she has ever dreamed.

Cathy’s Innocence: Chapter 2

[‘Cathy’s Innocence’ contains first time / virginity, maledom femsub sex and gangbangs, dubious consent, rough sex and incest themes. All characters are over 18. Chapter 1 is here].

‘I always share my fucks with Angus and Alistair,’ Anthony said cheerfully, his eyes on the road.

The words were so crude, Cathy almost couldn’t believe it was Anthony talking. But it was his same beloved, rich, caring voice that she had always loved. He winked at her, taking his eyes away from the road for a moment.

‘We’ll do you together. You’re not the first virgin we’ve had either. We’ll warm you up and then we’ll break you in. Alistair is a bit of a brute but you’ll learn to take him. You’ll learn to take all of us.’

Will I? Cathy thought, finding herself suddenly panting with need. Oh gods, she was finally going to lose her virginity. She was going to feel what it was like to have a cock inside her. She was going to know what it was like to have a man on top of her or behind her or probably both. She couldn’t really believe it.

But three men? Could she take three men? And she hadn’t seen Angus in years and she didn’t even know Alistair, not really. She cursed herself for having admitted to Anthony, with a tongue loosened by too many of her favourite brandies, that she had always fantasised about rough, dominant sex with multiple men.

Even as Cathy whimpered to herself that she couldn’t take three men, she realised her pussy was growing wet and warm at the thought.

‘Now,’ said Anthony, glancing across at her while there was a break in the traffic. ‘Pull your skirt up, girl. I want to see your legs while I drive.’

‘I…’ Cathy broke off. Her hands felt useless by her sides. She couldn’t, she simply couldn’t pull her skirt up. It was too forward and wanton. Her legs moved uneasily against each other where she sat.

She thought frantically, wondering if she had misheard. He wants to see my legs. He wants me to pull my skirt up.

‘I…’ she broke off again. ‘I can’t,’ she said finally, feeling helpless. ‘I don’t know how.’

Anthony pulled up at a set of traffic lights. ‘You’re such a hopeless innocent,’ he said, sighing, but it wasn’t an unkind sigh. ‘Here, let me.’

He ran his fingers up her leg, pulling the loose fabric of her skirt with him. He kept pulling on both sides until her skirt hem was high up to her waist, then he tucked the pleated skirt of the dress securely around her waist on either side.

‘Like that,’ he said, as the lights turned green and he started to drive again. ‘Get your knees open,’ he said as Cathy felt shocked at how exposed her legs suddenly were. ‘Apart, Cathy. Sluts that I fuck don’t sit with their legs together.’

Cathy flushed harder as her heart beat wildly inside her throat. Oh gods, her legs felt so bare, she knew Anthony had deliberately pulled the skirt so high that he could see her panties. And she couldn’t open her legs, she couldn’t sit like that!

‘Do it, Cathy,’ Anthony said and his voice was stern, unyielding.

It was the same brotherly voice that had helped her out of scrapes in the past as well as sometimes forcing her into them. Cathy had always gone exactly where the big brothers had led her and she had usually obeyed them without thought.

Wincing inside, feeling so embarrassed at what she was doing, Cathy pushed her knees apart on the car seat. She was breathing shallowly and she looked desperately out the windscreen in front, as if somehow looking away would hide the shameful thing she was doing. It felt so wicked and slutty to sit with her legs apart, especially in response to an order from a man.

‘Wider, girl,’ Anthony snapped. ‘Push each knee to the edge of the seat.’ He grunted, a lustful, masculine sound. ‘You’ve got to be able to open your legs to let a man inside you, Cathy. Think of this as practice for later today.’

Cathy flushed hard at his crude words but obeyed. Her legs felt so naked and vulnerable, and her pussy, hidden decently behind panties, nevertheless felt so exposed.

‘Good girl,’ Anthony praised.

A single gentle hand caressed up her leg. Cathy gasped to feel his fingers on her soft inner thigh. Anthony just chuckled, rubbing a finger back and forth so that Cathy felt her breathing stop. Oh gods, he was touching her inner thigh. No-one had ever touched her there before.

‘My hips are going to be buried here later,’ said Anthony, winking at her. ‘You won’t be worrying then about the men being able to see your legs. You’ll be worrying about the hungry shaft inside you, thrusting deep inside that little virgin hole.’

Cathy flushed again in utter embarrassment and looked away. He chuckled at her embarrassment, which only made it worse. She wondered if she should just tell Anthony to turn the car around, but she had been secretly fantasising about him all week.

‘Cat got your tongue?’ He smirked as he efficiently navigated the intersection leading up onto the interstate to start the drive to his parent’s country house. ‘I like a girl who’s quiet, obedient and on her back. You’re going to be perfect.’

Cathy glanced at him but he wasn’t even looking at her, his gaze fixed on the road.

He wants me on my back with my legs spread, she thought to herself. He wants to fuck me. And he says such obscene things. It was rather like she had always fantasised but also rougher, harsher. She had never imagined Anthony saying such things or treating her so filthily.

He drove for a while without speaking, his hand still resting possessively on her upper thigh. Once he reached up and stroked her cheek with a gentle finger.

‘Don’t look so much like a little mouse,’ he said, amusement quivering in his voice. ‘I’ve wanted you for years. Angus has too, ever since you came to visit after your first couple of years at university.’

Anthony’s hand caressed down Cathy’s cheek and throat. She gasped as the caressing fingers presumptuously found her breast through her dress. He squeezed gently and Cathy felt her eyes widen to be touched so intimately.

‘I’ve wanted you ever since that time you visited and you had grown these darlings,’ Anthony murmured, his hand still exploring.

Chapter 3 of ‘Cathy’s Innocence’ is here.

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