The Trashy Virgin(30)

Once my boobs were free, I shook them right and left, letting them  jiggle, my tits bouncing up and down, the creamy flesh like smooth  vanilla mounds. Tantalizingly, I ran a finger over the areola of one,  then the other, circling those deep pink nips, watching as my brothers'  eyes hardened with lust, their bodies like rocks as I pranced  seductively.         

     



 

Keeping full eye contact, I lifted one of my tits to my mouth and licked the nipple, before doing the same with the other.

"Ohhh fuck," groaned Sax. I could see the material at his groin twitching and I giggled a bit, smiling seductively at him.

But Stryke wasn't to be outdone. He unzipped his zipper and a massive  twelve-inch cock popped out. I almost stopped dancing, I was so shocked  at the size of that dong. I mean, I've had sex before, but twelve  inches? I couldn't take that in my cunny, it was going to be pure hell.

As if reading my thoughts, Stryke smiled at me, devilishly licking his  palm before lubing up that monster, rubbing his hand up and down. And oh  my god, my cunny started loosening, gushing with anticipated pleasure,  eager to straddle him and try.

But I wasn't done dancing yet. Slowly, I turned around and bent over,  pushing my ass out for them to see. My butt cheeks are my crowning  glory. They're firm and round, squeezable but not saggy, with just the  amount of heft to make men cry. I shook my hips, making my ass bounce up  and down before swaying right and left, the meaty flesh yummy and  tasty.

Finally, I began edging my g-string off. I have to admit, this was a  delicate maneuver. I was so wet by now that the material was completely  soaked through, the pink fabric so drenched it was stuck to my lips.  Slowly, slowly, I eased the lace over my hips, pulling the string away  before removing the tiny triangle.

And this is where I got them. I know they'd been expecting me to dance  around nude some more, but I wanted to give them something special.  Without dropping eye contact, I brought the lace to my nose, sniffing  gently, before running my tongue against the crotch of my panties,  licking my own pussy juice.

"Mmm," I murmured, batting my lashes seductively. "Delicious."

Slowly, I began eating the g-string, slipping the material into my  mouth, moaning as I gagged myself with my own cream. My brothers watched  raptly, not even beating their dicks now, they were so fucking  mesmerized by the show.

"Fuck she's a whore," ground out Stryke.

"Fuuuuuck," was all Sax could manage.

And they were on me in a flash. Both my steps were naked in a New York  second, their male physiques perfect, all tanned, toned flesh, carved  like wood. They spun me around and pushed me down so that they could  inspect my cunny from the back, running their big fingers through my  folds.

"Fuck, she's perfect," said one.

"Tastes fucking good," said the other, as he slurped his fingers, sniffing that aromatic female cream.

And with a thrust, one of them shoved his dick into my cunt. I screamed  at the penetration. I didn't know which of my brothers had done it, but  this was the biggest dong I'd ever ridden in my teenage life, and it  literally lifted me up in the air, it was so huge. I struggled and  squealed, impaled like a roasted pig, trying to edge down a bit, willing  my twat juices to flow, helping me lube this monster.

"Shhh, shhh," soothed a male voice, hands reaching around to fondle my  breasts, tweaking my nipples and squeezing that creamy flesh. "We'll  help you take us sister, all in good time."

And I squealed again, still squirming on that donkey dong, but calmer  now. The initial penetration had been shocking. I was totally stuffed  and full, although I knew I hadn't taken anywhere near the entire shaft,  and I moaned lustily, reaching my hands back to part my butt cheeks,  inviting them in for more.

"That's it," one of them chuckled, and the dick edged in further,  exploring my vaginal channel, making me moan and toss, my little pussy  used and abused.

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" I shuddered beneath them. Just when I thought the dick was all the way in, I felt something probe at my lips.

Looking up, I glanced into the sky-blue eyes of Stryke, and he smiled at me, gripping my chin.

"You've done so well with Sax in your bottom, you think you can fit my fuckpole in your mouth?" he rumbled.

I nodded helplessly and Stryke smiled, reaching a finger into my mouth  to pull out the wet g-string, the fabric utterly soaked from saliva and  female cum.

"Now that's my type of girl," he remarked, inspecting the lingerie  before dropping it on the floor, probing again with his penis. "Open,"  he commanded.

And I did. Reader, let me tell you, it was the best cock I'd ever  tasted. Stryke's man meat was musky, hot and heavy, the skin soft like  velvet coating steel, the rod pure strength and arousal. I moaned  lustily, my cunny squeezing Sax, and he ground out, "Fuck, pussy feels  good when she's got cock in her mouth."

Obediently, I let Stryke feed me his dick inch by inch, stifling my gag  reflex, not caring that I must have looked a mess, saliva pooling in the  corners of my mouth and dripping down my chin to hit the floor in wet  spatters.

"That's it," he murmured, stroking my hair as his dong disappeared between my lips. "Keep going," he murmured.

And soon I was airtight. I had two massive twelve-inchers buried in my  body, one in my oral cavity and the other in my puss. I'd never felt so  filled, plugged in every way, stuffed yet feminine. It was a new me, and  I reveled in the experience.         

     



 

"Fuck me, fuck me," I tried to say, but it just came out as an "Mmph! Mmph!" around my brother's cock.

But they knew what I was trying to say and began a rhythm in my body,  syncopated at different ends, stuffing me in and out, treating me like a  total fuckslut.

And I loved it. A tremor built in the base of my spine, weakening my  knees, and if I hadn't had two cocks spearing me on both ends, I  probably would have collapsed because the tidal wave came at once. With a  muffled shriek, I shuddered and shook, my cunt clenching down on Sax's  shaft while I sucked with renewed fervor on Stryke's cock.

"Mmmph! Mmmph! Mmmph!" I mumbled without abandon, the men's heaving and  pumping growing in intensity. With no warning, the dicks burst in me  simultaneously, emitting sweet, hot man milk, spraying my pussy walls  with fertile, hot seed while pumping viscous ejaculate down my throat.  It only enhanced my orgasm, and I shook even harder on their poles, my  body vibrating like a metronome gone crazed, rippling with waves of  pleasure as I came again and again.

As we recovered, I heard Stryke exclaim, "Fuck she's a squirter!" as he  looked down at himself. And I smiled because I knew it was true. I have  the unique ability to ejaculate, my pussy spraying its female juice, and  I wouldn't be surprised if his thighs and abs were now coated in my  cum.

"Mmm, we're lucky then," growled Sax as he pulled his dick from my  mouth, watching as the semi-flaccid pole emerged, drenched in saliva and  sperm. I coughed slightly, my throat sore and dry, but it was totally  worth it because that man meat had tasted good.

"Girls who can spray are at a premium," murmured Sax as the last of his  dick came free, dripping wetly onto the floor. "Baby, you're going to be  one of our stars," he rumbled, stroking my hair as I struggled to  stand, my holes gaping, achingly empty all of a sudden.

"It's a lot of money, sister," added Stryke, grinning as he wiped himself clean. "Trust me, you'll love it."





CHAPTER NINE


Stryke




The little girl had proven slutty beyond our wildest dreams. Who would  have guessed that the shy mouse we'd met at lunch so long ago would turn  out to be a total fuckslut? Dollar signs should have been flipping  before our eyes.

But the thing is we haven't filmed Melly for production yet despite the  fact that she's an obvious goldmine. I mean, we should have put her to  work that very first day, time is money after all. Instead, my brother  and I hadn't even had her sign a contract. We'd just petted her a bit,  stroked her hair, acted like she's a little girl we want to take care  of.

And it's the weirdest thing. Despite not really knowing her, Melanie's  special to us judging from all the extraordinary treatment she's  getting. And it's not just a fluke -- my brother and I haven't been  using protection for the most damned reasons.

"Brothers," Melly said after a hot session, panting a bit as she  straightened, her boobies jiggling, semen running down her thigh.  "Should we have used something?" she asked with a confused expression.  "I'm not on the pill."

Saxon and I had stopped short. Not on the pill? All fertile women used the pill, this was the twentieth century.

But Melly saw the looks on our faces and shook her head.

"I don't use it because I wasn't seeing anyone at school," she said shyly. "And I don't sleep around, so there was no need."