I Can't Believe He Was My First! (Kari's Lessons) Read online

  That was apparently good enough for Max. Without hesitation, he got on top of me, beginning to slide into him. As if by reflex I tried to push him off me, but my pussy was so wet and I had got his dick soaking. He slid in, not even hesitating at the resistance he had felt earlier. I made a sound halfway between a scream and a gasp, unable to believe how bad it hurt. I tried to push him off more, but he just kept going deeper. I thought it would never end.

  Finally, I felt him come to rest inside of me. I opened my eyes to the sight of him looking down at me, his huge frame covering my slender body.

  "Are you okay?" he asked. He didn't seem too concerned.

  "Fuck, that hurt, Max," I said.

  "I told you to watch your mouth," he said, going even further inside of me. Again I gasped in pain, but this time I also felt pleasure.

  I was no longer a virgin, I realized. I gave a brief smile. Max must have taken this to mean that he was good to go, and he slid out of me and back in. I began to moan with the pleasure, and he began to move in and out of me faster.

  "You are a little whore," he said, and I looked down and watched his ass move, pumping against me furiously. I reached down and grabbed his ass, trying to draw him deeper within me. "You're tight, but you're a whore," he said.

  "I'm your whore," I said.

  "What was that?" he said, pounding against me. A drop of his sweat fell from his forehead onto me.

  "I'm your little whore, Daddy," I said.

  He pulled out of me and pulled me up by my hair. My abdomen was sore from the assault that I had just suffered, but he didn't seem to care. He shoved his cock in my face and I eagerly sucked on it without hesitation. I could taste my own juices on it along with a hint of copper. Still, I sucked eagerly on it.

  "Yeah, show me what a whore can do," he said. I took him as deep down my throat as I could. I could taste a little of his cum leaking out, and I knew that was what I wanted. It was the only thing that would sooth the fire burning in my belly.

  He pulled out of my mouth, positioning himself at my precipice again. "Wait!" I cried. "Aren't you going to use that condom?"

  He laughed. "The guy you were going to meet wasn't going to use that condom. Whores don't use condoms," he said, sliding back into me. I winced again at the pain, but laid back and started to enjoy the pleasure. His muscular body was now covered with a light sheen of sweat, and I'm sure mine was as well.

  He pulled out of me, then looked my body up and down. I'm sure I was quite a sight, with my makeup smeared all over my face. "Get on your hands and knees, I'm tired of looking at your smeared tramp makeup."

  I frowned and got up. I turned around and looked at him, trying to beckon him by shaking my ass a little bit.

  "Turn around, don't look at me," he said. I turned around and faced the wall, baring my pussy for him to slide right in. I felt him take a moment to spit, felt a glob of it run down my ass into my pussy, lubing me up some more. I felt him push against me, felt him enter me just a little bit. I pushed back, taking his cock the rest of the way into my body. I gasped. It was a new sensation, a new pain, but also a new pleasure. I rocked back and forth with part agony, part ecstasy.

  His cock was so hard and his balls were so hard full. I turned back to look at him thrusting. "I said eyes forward," he snapped at me.

  "Yes, Daddy," I said, rocking back and forth. I could feel my small tits swaying back and forth, getting a good rhythm going. Soon, the pain disappeared completely, and I just felt joy as I got my Daddy off.

  He reached forward, grabbing my hair. I gasped as his hand wrapped around my throat as he brought me up. He wasn't choking me, just making it clear that he was in charge. I loved it. He began to slam into me harder and harder while I stayed upright. His cock touched every inch of my insides.

  I began to moan louder and louder, the blood rushing in my ears. I could feel an orgasm rising. Not just any orgasm. The most intense orgasm of my life. I knew that I was in for a world of pleasure. My muscles began to twitch.

  Suddenly, Max let go of me. He put his hands on my back, shoving me all the way to the bed. My ass was still in the air, but my shoulders and face were against the bed. "You can cum when I do," he said.

  The rhythm had been broken and I had fallen from achieving orgasm, but as he continued to pump, I felt myself rising towards it even quicker than before. My pussy and ass were out there for him to see, to use as he wished. I began moaning loudly as I shook. I could feel his dick begin to swell, and all I wanted was that cum.

  "Please," I begged again. "Please, Daddy. Come in my pussy."

  "Say it louder!" he yelled through gritted teeth.

  "Come! Come in my pussy! Fill me with your cum!" I screamed loud enough to wake the neighbors. I heard my Daddy unleash an animal roar behind me as his seed filled my pussy. I came violently, every muscle in my body moving of its own volition. I felt my womb contract, sucking his seed up, bringing it towards my eggs. I moaned into the bedspread, unable to form words any longer. He kept pumping, kept spurting his seed within me. I knew I'd never be the same after this encounter. I was ruined for other men. Only my Daddy would do.

  With a shudder, he stopped. He pulled out of me, his cum immediately starting to leak out of me. Within a moment, he had grabbed a handful of my hair, now a tangled mess. He pulled me up as I gasped.

  "Have you learned your lesson about what boys will do to whores like you?" he asked.

  "Yes, Daddy," I replied.

  "Are you going to go out with strange men after dark?" he asked.

  "No, Daddy. I'll be a good girl," I said, my voice trembling a little bit.

  "Good. Now take a shower and clean up your face, then clean up your room. It's a pig sty. There's condoms all over the floor and makeup all over your sheets," he said. I frowned as he stomped out of my room.

  I sat up, feeling my belly. The fire within my belly was quenched for now, but I knew that I would once again feel the need. I couldn't stay good forever. I had no idea if he would continue to treat me like he had tonight, but I knew that I needed it now.

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  My Wife's Little Sister

  My wife's little sister Kelsey had been infatuated with me ever since I started dating my wife. Just days after her 18th birthday, she decided to show me just how much she lusted after me. After that, she showed me again and again, until finally she was pregnant with my child. Then she showed me one more time!
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  Deflowering My Wife's Sexy Little Sister

  Breeding My Wife's Bratty Little Sister

  Shower Sex With My Wife's Wet Little Sister

  Defiling My Wife's Adorable Little Sister

  Threesome With My Wife's Bisexual Little Sister

  Anal Sex With My Wife's Pregnant Little Sister

  My Wife's Little Sister (Books 1-6)

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  Bred by Daddy and His Friends (Daddy's Girl #1): After months of unrequited love Cathy has finally broken down the defences of her hunky stepfather. Unfortunately their first intimate moments are witnessed and filmed by two of his "friends" and they threaten to blackmail Daddy unless they get to join in the fun. Cathy decides she'll do anything to protect her Daddy and the love they have found together and reluctantly agrees to take part in a gangbang on one condition: Only Daddy gets to come while he's inside her.

  The Babysitter's First Time: When Hazel, a teenage babysitter, goes snooping around Mr Wilson’s house she finds more than she bargained for... a hidden porn stash in her employer's office. Curiosity gets the better of her and when she watches one she’s amazed to discover that the handsome older man used to be a porn star. When Hazel gets caught in the act Mr Wilson isn’t impressed by the invasion of privacy. As a punishment he offers her a choice: Either leave his employ for good or re-enact one of his favorite films with him. After giving a sloppy, gagging blowjob and losing her virginity to a well hung former porn star, the naive teen discovers exactly what the creampie in “Creampie Cheerleaders 4” means!

  An Excerpt from Bred by Daddy and his Friends

  “I... I... can’t. It’s wrong.” He protested weakly but he didn’t move away or remove my hand.

  “How can it be wrong if I want it as much as you do?”

  He remained silent as I manipulated the buttons of his worn shorts. Giving me a little room so I could work my hand in there, sliding over his coarse pubic hair and finally touching the object of so many nighttime fantasies.

  “Cathy... no.”

  I ignored his feeble half hearted objection and circled the shaft of his rapidly stiffening member with my hand. Not moving, just feeling the weight of it. The warmth of it.

  “Oh Daddy.” I purred. “What a big cock you have.”

  He moaned and I resisted the urge to giggle. It was silly. It was childish. But it had to be said. I was surprised by the immediate result it had on his manhood. I could feel the blood pulsing underneath my fingers as he went from aroused, to hard, to rock hard in front of me. I had to look. I’d seen his cock before. Brief glimpses in a dash from the shower to bedroom when a towel was forgotten,. Tantalizing flashes when the family was sharing a room on holiday. But never this close. Never like this. I tugged at his shorts allowing them to fall to his ankles as his cock sprang forward. His briefs struggled to contain it as he forced them outwards at an odd angle, his cock bent in its cotton prison. I knew he was big. I’d dreamt he was big. But this close, with my tiny hand around it he was massive. I felt my pussy twitch in sympathetic anticipation tinged with fear. Could I ever fit that inside me? It was massive, dwarfing the vibrators and dildoes that had acted as substitutes in the past. I pulled down his pants allowing his stiff erection to spring free. It jutted outwards from his body with an upwards curve, as if straining to be closer to me.

  He was trying to stay in control, but his breathing was rapid and shallow. I felt a wave of emotion washing over me. He wanted me. He actually wanted me. My Daddy. My best friend. He did didn’t he? I looked up at him. He was conflicted. His face set was set in stone. His square, stubbled jaw clenched.

  “You want this? You want this don’t you Daddy?” He looked like he was about to explode.

  “Yes. Yes dammit. Of course I want it. Oh God I’ve wanted you for so long Cathy and you teased me so much and it was so hard.” You’re telling me. “I’ve never... never felt as close to another person than I feel as when I’m with you and the fact that you’re off limits drives me crazy.”

  “Shhh. It’s OK Daddy. It’s OK.” His twitching cock gave away his reaction to that word. Whatever we had. Whatever we would have. That aspect of our relationship would always play a part. He wasn’t the only one enjoying what we had started. I felt my puffy nipples becoming so stiff it was almost painful, straining against the material of my tight top. Between my legs a familiar ache of desire and the wetness that always accompanied it. Only this time I held the real thing in my hands and the ache had taken on a hint of desperation.

  I crouched down so my face was level with his amazing jutting cock. It smelt intoxicating. The deep musky scent of man and sweat. In the past catching hints of his scent would always get my heart racing. But this close it was like an aphrodisiac. I felt out of control. I curled one hand gently around his balls. I cupped them and felt their weight. At my contact he released a gasping groan and his hips thrust forward slightly. The engorged tip of his cock brushed my lips leaving a single bead of clear liquid there. My eager tongue darted out of my mouth to taste it. Just a hint of salty flavor. I wanted more. I licked my lips in anticipation. Still not quite believing this was actually happening. That this was real.

  And then I heard a slow clapping behind us. We were not alone.

  Daddy stepped backwards his hands clawing for his briefs to cover himself, his cock already softening. His “friends” had arrived early. Mike and Sal. Ex-Army buddies. They were major douchebags, but he tolerated them as friends because he claimed he “owed them” and there was a shared bond that allowed him to tolerate their obnoxious behavior. My blood turned to ice when I realized Sal had his phone out, holding it sideways. He had been filming us.

  “Bravo Private. Bravo.”

  “Fuck. Oh fuck.” His briefs in place, but his shorts still around his ankles he stepped in front of me, as if to shield me from them.

  “You sanctimonious prick.” That was Sal. I didn’t like Sal. “She’s my daughter you said. She’s only eighteen you said. Keep your hands and your eyes off her you said.”

  “Technically.” Mike added. “He didn’t say anything about our cocks.”

  My heart was beating fast. With that video we were at their mercy.

  “Good point. Time to share and share alike Private.”

  “No way. No fucking way. Get the fuck out of here.” There was a rage in his eyes that I hadn’t seen before.

  “Yes fucking way. Yes fucking way or you and your fucking daughter go viral.”

  He stood his ground. “Do it. Fucking do it you pieces of shit.”

  NO! It would ruin him. It would ruin us. My mother would never understand. She would destroy him. This shitty uptight town would eat him alive. He’d be broke. He'd be homeless. He’d be gone. I’d never see him again. I had no idea what would happen to me. I didn’t care. All I cared about was the fact that this. Us. Would never happen.

  “I’ll do it.” My voice was barely a whisper as three pairs of male eyes turned to gaze at me. “I’ll do it under one condition.”

  He leaned close and spoke in hushed tones. “No. Never. This can’t happen.”

  “You don’t understand.” I had tears in my eyes as I spoke. “I have to. Without you I’ll die. If you have to go away I’ll die. I need to do this. Let me do it for you.” I stood on my tiptoes and kissed him on the cheek. I felt guilty laying this emotional blackmail on him, but I had to. He had to understand what I
would willingly do to keep him. He hung his head. Defeated.

  “Alright then.” Sal rubbed his hands expectantly. “Looks like we’ve got ourselves a party. What’s your condition sweetheart?”

  I surprised myself when I blurted out my answer. It was my darkest secret. A desire I kept hidden away deep down inside. I know I wanted it and I knew he’d want it. It was the one thing that would complete him. The one thing my mother refused to give him. I took a deep breath.

  “I’ll do it, but only Daddy gets to come while he’s inside me.”

  His jaw dropped. Stunned by my revelation and what it implied. I looked at him with pleading eyes, desperate for any kind of response or recognition. Somewhere, deep underneath the shock and confusion I thought I saw a hint of a smile. A glimmer of joy. It would have to do. I just hoped it wasn’t wishful thinking.