‘Please ride me,’ Cathy whimpered obediently. ‘Please p-plant your s-seed into me,’ she said, wanting to roll over and hide herself from the utter embarrassment.
‘That’s it, darling,’ Alistair murmured, smiling. ‘Let’s get you ready for cock, shall we?’
Cathy made the mistake of telling her old friend Anthony that she was a virgin and 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 12
[‘Cathy’s Innocence’ contains first time / virginity, maledom femsub sex and gangbangs, dubious consent, rough sex and brother-sister incest themes. All characters are over 18. Chapter 1 is here].
‘That’s it, darling,’ Alistair murmured, smiling. ‘Let’s get you ready for cock, shall we?’
Cathy lay still, breathing fast as if she had been running, while Alistair lowered himself down onto her, kissing her lips briefly as his full weight landed onto her body. His skin was warm and very intimate, and she gasped at the sensation, feeling overwhelmed. She felt so small and vulnerable beneath him — like a prey animal who had somehow let herself be caught by something larger and infinitely meaner.
His hips were between her legs and she couldn’t even bring herself to think about what that meant. She was going to have a man inside her, at last, and she had no idea whether she was going to enjoy it or not.
Alistair reached down Cathy’s body and she gasped as he grasped her inner thigh, pulling her leg roughly wider open. Then he slid his hand back between her legs and Cathy gasped again as she felt his fingers rubbing across her labia. His thumb rubbed past her clamped clit and she gasped in shock at the fiery mix of arousal and pain.
‘You’re wet,’ Alistair grunted, pushing his fingers deeper, finding the sensitive silken skin that ran from her entrance to the nub of her clit. ‘You are a slut. Maybe Anthony, Angus and I should tie you up and whip you for denying this glorious place between your legs to men.’
‘I haven’t,’ Cathy gasped, then she shrieked out loud as Alistair first tested her cunt with a single finger and then drove two fingers into her without further warning.
‘You haven’t been denying this hole to men?’ he grunted, pushing his fingers deep while Cathy wailed beneath him. ‘I think you have, little virgin. You’ve been keeping your legs tightly shut so that no-one could have this sweet space inside you.’
He was fucking her with his fingers as he spoke, not roughly but forcing her to feel the full length and width of his intrusion into her.
‘I haven’t,’ Cathy whimpered again, hugely embarrassed at how her body was responding to him — her legs automatically spreading wider open, her hips tilting to give him better access, her back arching submissively. His fingers felt amazing and she wondered seriously why she had never done this before.
‘Heh,’ Alistair grunted. ‘This hole,’ he spoke with emphasis, grinding his knuckles up against her g-spot, ‘this hole was made for men to enjoy.’
‘It’s n-not…’ Cathy whispered, unable to stop herself moaning as she enjoyed the sensation of his fingers inside her so much. ‘It’s not a hole,’ she whimpered, embarrassed at his crude words. ‘It’s…’
‘Stop arguing with the man on top of you, Cathy,’ Anthony’s voice cut clear across the air. ‘Be a good girl now — stay quiet and let the man fuck you,’ he ordered her.
She shivered, unable to stop the flush of warm pleasure that ran through her at being forced to obey them — being forced to submit to them and demean herself even.
‘Put your hands above your head, girl,’ Alistair grunted, pulling his fingers out of her and coming back onto his elbows on either side of her. ‘You’re wet and ready,’ he informed her, settling his hips down against her inner thighs.
‘I’m not ready,’ Cathy wailed, trembling to feel Alistair’s hard erection against her groin. Oh gods, she wanted this so badly but she felt so exposed, so vulnerable. Anthony and Alistair were treating her like a toy built for little else but for them to fuck.
‘Are you backing out?’ Alistair asked, his eyes on hers.
‘N-no!’ Cathy gasped, horrified at the thought. She wasn’t going to back out — she wanted this so very badly. Her body was shivering with need.
‘Well then,’ he murmured, bending his head down and kissing her briefly again on the lips, before kissing down her neck and moving to bite first one and then the other sensitive, clamped nipple between his teeth. Cathy cried out as he tugged hard on each nipple, spiking fiery pain in each abused nub, and a corresponding flood of warm energy straight to her groin.
‘Well then,’ Alistair repeated, lifting his head and smiling down at her. ‘If you’re not backing out, then I get to say when you’re ready. And I’m deciding that you’re ready now,’ he grinned, showing her his teeth briefly.
‘Stop bitching, Cathy,’ Anthony spoke harshly from far above her. ‘Get your arms above your head and let the man inside you already!’ he snapped. ‘This is your one purpose in this orchard, darling.’
‘Harsh,’ Alistair snickered softly while Cathy moaned with humiliation. ‘But true,’ he added, sliding his hands back down past her breasts, along her ribs to grip her hips. She could feel him lining himself up to penetrate her and she gasped, eyes wide open.
‘Get her arms above her head,’ Anthony spoke from above her again, the sheer implacable nature of him making Cathy tremble. Then she cried out as she felt Angus grabbing her by the wrists, pulling her arms roughly above her head and holding them there. ‘You feel that, Cathay, darling?’ Anthony snickered. ‘Be quiet now. Alistair wants to enjoy your hole without you bleating at him.’
Cathy moaned, wondering why him saying such horrible things turned her on so much. She tugged experimentally on her arms but Angus held tightly onto them, and she cried out with humiliation at the feeling of being held down for a man to fuck.
How many secret fantasies had she had about just this? Men holding her down for other men to take against her will? Far, far too many, she thought, and it was unfortunately just as arousing to be held down in real life as it was in her head.
Alistair’s breathing was harsh as he used his grip on her hips to line himself up — she felt his unbelievably stiff dick sliding across her mound, then he was actually prodding against her labia, running himself up and down, pushing through her wet labia with two or three efficient strokes.
She glanced up, only to see that Alistair wasn’t looking at her, his eyes fixed into space, clearly lost in a place where he could enjoy the sensations in his groin.
He teased himself against her groin for a long time, seeming to enjoy drawing out the moment when he actually slid into her. Cathy didn’t mind — she knew it was going to happen now, this domineering stranger was going to fuck her, was going to take her virginity while Anthony and Angus watched as if deflowering her was some kind of erotic show.
Finally Alistair tightened his mouth, shifting the angle of his head and meeting her eyes. A harsh grin was fixed on his face, Cathy guessing that it was from the effort of holding himself back.
‘Beg me for it, little whore,’ he growled fiercely, tightening his grip on her hips.
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Do you love first time and incest stories?
You might like my consensual (fictional) father-daughter free-use story, Ella’s Initiation!
Ella is young, sexy, and determined to lose her virginity.
When she enlists in a secretive free-use sex club, she’s initially nervous but excited. She’s ready to climb into a stranger’s car and let him use for the night. He will fuck all her holes and demand her full, immediate obedience.
But Ella has a surprise waiting for her. Her owner for the night isn’t a stranger – it’s her own father. And he’s eager to use, abuse and break his slutty daughter for his own cruel sexual pleasure.
Will Ella go through with it, and allow him to make her his degraded whore? And will she admit the forbidden lust within her, as she becomes an obedient sex-toy for her father’s lusts?
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