Date: Wed, 26 Apr 2017 17:13:17 +1000 From: Andrew Crook Subject: No Longer A Virgin. Pt 1. No Longer a Virgin. Pt 1. By Pepperpuppy I ask everyone to donate to nifty when you can, as this free website doesn't run on charity. ALSO if anyone reading this is underage, nick off! I'm not a "great" fan of male oral sex. In my view, men only have one opening worth exploring... "The arse!" Anything else is a waste of time, if you ask me. Bugger your sweet oral mouthing sex techniques. The anus has a lot of sensitive membranes to satisfy anyone so why waste it. This tale's a short one and well away from bestiality and tranny categories where I usually post to on Nifty. Want to contact me? You can do it by emailing craigbrownmagic@yahoo.com I'll reply as I find time. *************** I whimpered like a small puppy as dad thrust his thick heavy cock even harder inside of me. My body was trembling in both shock and bliss, while his weight made it impossible for me to do anything but accept that I was now his bride and love toy. I was naked, lying prone face down over a large aerobics' ball with my wrists caught in loops on the side, so that I was positioned legs spread and arse freely available to his needs and desires. Oh god, I just hoped his long thick dick, unrelenting lust and stamina would last forever, as I felt my bum begin to hopelessly spasm wildly and my cock squirt sperm while involuntarily moaning "I'm coming daddy" which seemed to arouse him even more as his thrusts suddenly turned extremely frantic and his breaths came in loud gasps, before I felt his body tense and thrust deeply and firmly into me while holding himself still as he gasped "coming my love" and moments later, grunting loudly in exhaustion as his body slowly relaxed. I felt his weight lesson off me as he slowly eased back while his thick cock started to slide out of me. I tried to make my anal muscles squeeze down and keep him inside of me, but my own exhausted state wouldn't allow me to do it. I'd have been happy to have died right then as I felt his cum start to dribble out of me, as the feel of it was testimony to the fact that my loving daddy was also now my husband and lover, for better or worse. I heard his Tennessee country voice calmly tell me I was his wife now and that as I'd vowed to god in god's own building, to love, honour and obey until death, would now allow the small bridal party to experience me for the only time he'd ever again allow anyone else to have my body. The bridal party (of men) was made up of dad's two brothers and father (grandpa),who along with the minister who had married us, were naked and had been arousing themselves with their hands while standing nearby in the small ante room we'd all retired to, smiling as they looked on while my dad took my virginity as was his "first conjugal rights" as the groom. As my anus had now been violated open, I felt a slimy residue starting to slowly ooze down onto my balls and inner thighs. Dad placed his fingertip inside me and took it out to show first me and then his father in law and his brothers. The tip was covered in white gooey sperm with tinges of pink in it as he proudly exclaimed "she's a fourteen year old virgin no more!" Grandpa as best man, happily congratulated dad before then moving behind me where I felt his firm hands grasp my waist as dad moved out of the way for him. With nothing more of a warning, than feeling the tip of his big cock gently pressing against my now open and slimy slick rosebud, I felt my grandfather quickly push and shove himself as far into me as he possibly could and was helpless to prevent it and his hard thickness made me scream out loudly in pain. The exercise ball I was sprawled over, compressed slightly against the side of the lounge it was up against as grandpa pumped himself into me as hard and fast as possible, perhaps harder than dad had done when he had taken my virginity. But grandpa didn't have dad's vigour or staying power and after about five minutes of feeling my anal lips being pushed back and forth, heard him cry out he was there and thought I felt his sperm jetting into me. Grandpa's cock no sooner eased out of me than the older of dad's brothers took his place behind me to christen the new bride. Between him and his younger brother, and the church minister, they managed to leave me a gasping, sore, stretched whimpering slut as they hungrily took my arse between them, each one savagely pounding my opening senseless as they satisfied their own lusts and needs, before along with grandpa, each one thanking the groom and congratulating the bride, while wishing the both of us, all the happiness in the world. Daddy loosened the fastenings from around my wrists and helped me to stand up. My anus felt so completely sloppy and loose while I could also feel a thick coolish slime dribble down over my balls and both my legs. I meanwhile had managed to find and put my white bridal panties back on and immediately regretted it as I felt the back quickly become damp and cold. I thought I'd go to the bathroom and try to clean myself up back there, only to be asked by my husband where I was going and after telling him, was firmly ordered not to but to instead get dressed in my honeymoon clothes for the impromptu wedding feast, which entailed being driven to a nearby truck stop restaurant along with the bridal party, who had agreed to pay for everything. My honeymoon outfit was a loose black feminine cut top and a pair of white slacks along with matching socks and soft black moccasins while dad's was a watered silk shirt and jeans with socks and boots. Unfortunately for me, the bottom of my slacks quickly showed a spreading damp spot from the crotch to the tops of my trouser legs, which when grandpa told dad about it just before they entered the restaurant, simply made my dad take his right hand and mould it against my bottom while also pressing a couple of fingers up into my soaked slack's crotch, before taking it away and moving behind me to cover any embarrassment. Although every one of the five of them behaved impeccably during the meal, everyone except dad took the chance to constantly whisper to me what was going to happen to me on my honeymoon, which made for a humorous table. Our "honeymoon" wasn't the sort of lavish affair most brides would have dreamed of, because daddy and I were as poor as church mice, so our honeymoon was only a trip to a log cabin several counties away, where we were to stay for ten days.