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Poison Ivy's Tales of Erotica
Tara's Breeding
Three men decide to have their way with fertile Tara.
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Speaker 1:Tara Bridges opened the door to her new apartment and breathed a sigh of relief. Finally she thought time to relax. The room had the scent of freshness about it, a nice change from the heavier musty smell of her old apartment. Tara held a cardboard box with all of her more intimate belongings, the kind of things she wouldn't want the movers to find if they accidentally took a peek inside the box, labeled personal with large black marker. That'd give them too much of a thrill. Tara smiled to herself as she surveyed her new surroundings. She found the apartment a few days before and immediately she knew she had to have it. The hardwood main floor opened up into a spacious living room from which connected a small white kitchen complete with dividing counter space. A bathroom with shower and bathtub were opposite and nearby led into her new bedroom. White walls and a spacious floor waiting to be filled.
Speaker 1:Tara stepped into the empty bedroom, the personal box cradled in her arms. The movers weren't due to arrive for another hour and in the meantime Tara had little else to do. She had taken the day off of waitressing at the coffee house so she could set up her new apartment and, without her computer to update her blog or even a couch to daydream on, she had nothing left except to wait for the rest of her things to come in. Tara looked down at her box and stroked the edges pensively. I guess it wouldn't hurt, she murmured. She glanced around the empty apartment, a grin tugging on the corners of her mouth. I'll just take a peek till these guys get here.
Speaker 1:She closed the door to her new bedroom and sat down, placed the box between her legs and opened it. Inside she found a few of her tank tops, tight blue jeans, mid-thigh length skirts, thin socks and other bits of clothing. Tara wore those kinds of clothes whenever she could. Her more than handfuls of breath felt so snug in her tight tank tops and her jeans hugged her ass perfectly. Others definitely noticed that she sauntered along the streets in a short skirt or while she was waitressing, hips swaying and breasts jutting. Their attention always had a way of making her smile. But that was just a cover for her real treasures.
Speaker 1:Pawning aside the upper layers of clothes, tara pulled out a lacy pink thong the dainty thing wrapped around her fingers like a silky string and she sighed she hadn't gotten to wear it for anyone lately. Her work demanded most of her time and, combined with the rigors of being an inspiring author and maintaining an online blog for the masses, she was just too busy to find herself some guy. To show off how sexy she looked with a little pink thong on and nothing else. Oh well, tara thought with a shrug. I know I'll still enjoy it.
Speaker 1:With a catfish grin, tara stood up and slipped off her white panties. The change was easy, since she wore a short skirt with her tight t-shirt and when the thong slid up and around her ass she felt a little jolt run through her. She could remember posing in them before one of her boyfriends and in the pictures of that little photo shoot she still kept in her scrapbook, her still warm panties found a place in the box and were buried again. As she sat and dug deeper, she touched the soft leathery corner of her personal scrapbook, gotcha. She pulled out the small tome and set it on her lap. The plain cover hit the pages and pages of pictures Tara had found in her explorations into the darker side of the internet. Halfway through she found the high-resolution black and white photographs. She adored the ones with a pair of red lips barely touching the head of a stiff cock, or a woman pushed down onto a plush bed by a man taking her from behind to a plush bed by a man taking her from behind. Often she had fantasies develop around these pictures, ones she'd typed down for her blog, ones she'd brought with her to bed late at night she looked at a picture of a tall, strong man holding a limp and naked girl in his burly arms, his face hidden by the shadow, as he held his prize before him, claimed by him.
Speaker 1:Inspired, tara put the book aside and rummaged around some more in the box, at the very bottom, her fingers brushed by something firm and long just what she was looking for. She pulled out her hidden toy, a rabbit vibrator, squeezing the firm yet yielding gel shaft into her palm and stroking the clit stimulator in slow, deliberate circles. Hmm, if only you were real, tara mused, stroking her finger down and over the bulbous head. She imagined it belonging to the strong man in the photo, tall and fit his cock, ready to fuck her. At just the sight of her shaking her ass in her pink lacy thong, she thought of how he would want her so bad that she would feel it in his gaze, feel it in his grip around her waist, and that he wouldn't hesitate to push her to the floor and take her like an animal. Her panties were getting moist at the thought, and when she lifted up her little skirt she could see the light pink fabric darkening with her juices.
Speaker 1:Tara began to move the toy along her wet pussy A little tease, as she imagined the man rubbing his cock up and down her aching slit, naughty girl getting fucked on the bedroom floor. She pulled her panties aside, imagining her dainty hand was his instead pulling away the light protection of fabric with rough and powerful fingers that grazed her soft inner thighs. She could see his muscles tensing, readying to thrust inside her hot and ready pussy. As she pressed the toy into her tight puss Knock, knock, knock. Tight puss, knock, knock, knock. Tara shoved the dildo under the clothes in her box along with her scrapbook, and jumped to her feet in half a second, her heart pounding as she rearranged her panties over her frustrated sex.
Speaker 1:Shit the movers. Tara thought they must have come early. Carefully, she smoothed her skirt down over herself and brushed at her bedhead hair with her hand before stamping to the door. God damn, they were supposed to be here an hour. In an hour, tara gripped the knob and threw open the door, but her glare melted.
Speaker 1:Three men stood in the doorway looking down at her. Are you, tara Bridges? The man in the front asked yeah, that's me. Looks like you have some furniture to move in. The man looked down at his clipboard Single piece couch tables, dining room chairs, queensize bed plus headboard and assorted cardboard boxes. Is that right, miss Bridges? Um, yes, that's right, all right. Then he looked back in motion to his two partners who disappeared down the steps. My associates will start moving up your things while you show me where you'll have them. Tara stared at the man blankly for a moment before starting oh sure, yes, thank you. I well, let me show you around. Then she quickly turned back around, trying to hide her warming face. Oh my god, they were so hot.
Speaker 1:Tara gave the foreman a tour of her apartment, glancing back at him constantly. She pointed to one corner of the living room and the other, her eyes scanning over his muscled arms and strong chest whenever he pointed in turn, they were no doubt developed from his job lifting furniture all day, she thought. Then she led him through the kitchen into the bedroom, ushering him in before her so she could check him out from behind. She rubbed her thighs together when she saw his ass and legs, his body so taut and developed that she could see it through his pale shirt and blue jeans. When he turned to the side to look over the room, her eyes immediately fell down to his crotch, which bulged even then with his manhood. Pretty big, isn't it, he said. Tara chomped her face red. What, no problem, we can fit your bed in here just fine.
Speaker 1:He continued looking around the room as Tara led out a little puff of air that had gotten caught in her chest. I've got to get myself a boyfriend with a cock like that. God, I'm too horny right now for my own good. Tara reflected, trying to keep her eyes off the foreman's package. She kept glancing back despite her best efforts. There was a shuffling in the living room. Tara looked around and saw the other two moving men, quite buff in tone, almost as much as the foreman, carrying her large couch in as easily as if it were an empty cardboard box. Where will we put it? One of them asked the places you men could put it. Snapping out of her lusty daydreams, tara managed to point um, right, here is good for now. The two men put the couch down and went back downstairs.
Speaker 1:While the four men stayed with Tara, her knees were feeling weak. Just by standing next to the man she could feel his heat even from a foot away. This is a pretty nice apartment. You got, he said, excited about moving in. Oh, yeah, yeah, I'm pretty excited. Tara replied. We're usually having to move refrigerators and cabinets and cat trees for little old ladies that smell like mothballs, so this will be a nice change of pace for once.
Speaker 1:Tara laughed Mothballs. He smiled. Yeah, could hear him rattling around in everything we were moving. Couldn't get the smell out of my clothes for days. Well, I don't think you'll have to worry about picking up a bad smell here. No mothballs or cats for me. I'll take your word, for it Seems to smell rather nice in here, actually.
Speaker 1:He flashed Tara a side-long glance. She felt herself flush even harder. So, uh, what's your name? Tara suddenly found the need to brush her hair back and study the hardwood floor name's roy, miss bridges. He said ah, then you can call me tara roy. She extended her hand politely. Well then, tara, it is a pleasure to meet you.
Speaker 1:He reached forward and took hold of her hand. Tara watched her dainty hand disappear in his firm electric grasp. They shook. He barely moving. Yet tara felt his strength all through her arm. She thought her knees might buckle. Through her arm, she thought her knees might buckle.
Speaker 1:She was relieved to hear the two other moving men enter the living room again. Roy said, one of them with a box under each arm. In the time you spent talking up the pretty lady, you could have emptied out half the truck. Yeah, the other grunted as he set down a large bag. Bet, she's tired of you trying to oogle the goods instead of helping us move them. Tara really blushed then, but Roy just laughed All right, all right, I'll help you, pansies out. He turned back towards Tara and hiked his thumb over his shoulder. See what I get to work with. They still won't forgive me about those mothballs. Tara smiled and Roy turned around and disappeared out the door. Tara felt much better about being interrupted then. This show was better than photos, for sure.
Speaker 1:Tara leaned in the bedroom doorframe with her arms crossed under her breasts watching the men work Steadily. The bare apartment filled with her things lamps, chairs, rolled up carpets and countless cardboard boxes. The two other men trudged into the other room with their heavy computer desk. Between them as Roy brought up two large boxes perched on either shoulder, tara noticed the other men were more heavily built than Roy. They were stockier, their legs and arms knotted with muscles, while Roy's build was more lengthy and toned. Tara couldn't keep her eyes off them and her thoughts drifted to how they would look without their gray work shirts covering their sweat-slicked chest. Tara was snapped out of her revere as Roy approached. The other men, thumped her refrigerator down behind the kitchen counter and the rest of the room was filled with her things already.
Speaker 1:So Roy said that seems to be just about everything, miss Tara Bridges, just the bed left to move in, but that shouldn't be a problem. His confidence voice made Tara melt. It was the kind of voice that Tara imagined whispering in her ear on her many boyfriendless nights. Really, I thought I had more things. Damn, I wish I had more. Tara entertained the idea of taking a hasty trip to the furniture store. She was sure they were on the brink of taking off their shirts for real. Nope, though I wouldn't mind if you did have more.
Speaker 1:He stretched his arms out and rolled his head. It's not every day we get to work for such a lovely lady as yourself. Thank you, I try to be pretty. You know. She felt giddy around Roy. He'd be populating her fantasies for nights to come. She was sure. No, you don't have to try, I'd say.
Speaker 1:He looked around the freshly moved in bachelorette's apartment. I suppose your boyfriend will be bringing over his stuff pretty soon, eh, boyfriend, haven't had one of those for a while. Tara said with just a hint of bitterness. Sex was so hard to come by since her last boyfriend, and her fantasies could only go so far to satisfy her. Maybe you can ask your girlfriend to find me one. Hmm, roy laughed. No girlfriends for me. I like to keep things pretty simple and not just any girl will do. But you should be having tons of guys falling all over themselves trying to get to you. Tara shook her head. Maybe none of them are brave enough to just come and get me. Ooh, don't be too sure. Roy said. I'm sure someone is going to catch you fairly soon, tara.
Speaker 1:Tara smiled. She was hoping he would ask for her number, but she heard the thumping steps in the hallway again. Looks like they've got your bed. I should probably go help them. They'll get cranky if I don't. Tara opened her mouth, but Roy dashed out the door before she could say anything. Damn, she huffed, smoothing out her skirt. For the second time that night.
Speaker 1:The three men entered Tara's apartment carrying her great bed between them and trudged into Tara's bedroom. She followed after, eager to see the burly men working for her again. They grunted and strained muscles tensing and rippling, all for little Tara's benefit. The thought made her rub her legs together. She stepped behind a large bed sheet box as she felt herself getting hot. Again. They positioned the bed with a loud thump. Somehow they were able to bring the large bed all up in one piece, a feat which further impressed Tara. All three men left the room again, roy giving her a final sidelong glance as he walked out the door. She looked on, not wanting them to be leaving so soon, and pulled her black sheets from the box. God, she breathed, reveling in how those men hoisted her huge bed into her apartment along with all her other things. Soon her dark sheets were laying out over the bed as well as her pillows a soft black island in a pale white room.
Speaker 1:Tara heard the front door closed firmly and heavy, familiar footsteps dumped through into her living room. They were discussing something in their low voices, roy's more boyish tone, distinct from the deeper tones of his associates. Oh, they'll be put to better use than moving my stuff soon enough, she thought, rubbing her legs together, if only just for me and my little toy. She sat at the foot of her bed and her mind wandered. Her mind flashed with short visions of hot and heavy sex, of strong men forcing her against her soft sheets, pressing her face into the pillows as they took their turns fucking her long and hard, big, strong men like the ones in her living room right now. The movers were surely not helping her get over her horniness and tara felt like if she didn't get some relief soon, she might very well make her fantasies a reality. Her hand crept up her inner thigh, wishing somehow she would get more than just fantasies.
Speaker 1:Tonight there was a polite deep cough at the open bedroom door. Tara jumped to her feet, noticing only now that the movers had stopped talking. Only now that the movers had stopped talking. They stood inside her bedroom doorway, roy in front, with arms crossed. They were grinning as she hastily straightened out her skirt a blush crossing her face. All moved in.
Speaker 1:Tara. Roy announced and Tara nodded quickly Thanks guys, you helped me out a lot. Tara said, wondering if they had seen her hand under her skirt. Now about payment? Roy said All right. Tara said, let me just get my checkbook. She stepped towards the doorway somewhat slowly. She was beginning to think of ways to keep them around, invite them to stay for coffee or to move in just one more piece of furniture that she hadn't quite bought yet. But Tara didn't have the chance to think. The door slammed shut before she got there. Not that kind of payment, tara. She stopped Um, do you guys only take cash? Then this time they all laughed, strong, hearty laughs. Oh no, we're not going to take money from you. Tara. Roy said, stepping forward. I discussed it with my boys and we all agreed that we'll be taking something else tonight.
Speaker 1:Tara felt very small before the wall of muscle-bound men. What will you take then? She asked, backing up slightly. There was nowhere to go. A knowing chill ran up her spine. Roy grinned you, the men were on Tara in an instant, their strong hands grabbing her arms, roving up her legs, fondling her breasts. She couldn't even let out a yelp. Her lungs were paralyzed around her terror-chilled heart.
Speaker 1:The men pawed her inner thighs over her taut belly, down her back, up her neck, around her breasts, petting her whole transfixed body through her clothes. Oh God, what are they doing? Tara panicked. Their hands were so hot and they pinched her ass and grabbed her breast so forcefully, so eagerly. Tara tried to cross her legs, but powerful fingers pried between her tight thighs anyway. Stop, tara cried out, get off me. Our protest fell on deaf ears.
Speaker 1:The boys had found their new toy. Roy spoke behind her, his chest pressing against her back. I told you, tara, I don't settle for just any girl, and it seems like you do want this. She felt his hand slide up her thigh till it disappeared under her skirt. Hand slide up her thigh till it disappeared under her skirt, she jumped at. His hot fingers ran across her hot, moist thong. His chuckle reverberated through Tara's light frame. I think you want this more than you're ready to admit. He stroked along her wanting slit and Tara's knees nearly buckled as she let out an involuntary moan no, get away from me.
Speaker 1:Tara began to struggle to break free from the groping men, but they were too strong for her and it goaded them on. They lifted Tara's arms up and peeled off her t-shirt, her skirt, slid down her legs and pooled on the floor. Tara stood between them, only her lacy bra and pink thong to protect her. Their rough hands touched her bare skin as she vainly tried to cover up and push them away. Roy's voice played in her ear. It's been a while since we had an employer as sexy as you, tara.
Speaker 1:A hand grabbed her bare ass, as another grasped one of her laced breasts or is ready to get fucked. We're pretty pent up, you know. With a click, her bra went slack and fell to the ground. Roy cupped her bare tits from behind before she could cover them herself. That feels so good, tara thought, despite her fear.
Speaker 1:Her alarm gas turned into a moan as those rough fingers toyed with her hardening nipples. No, she thought. What am I thinking? I won't let them rape me. Her heart pounded in her chest, but she couldn't tell if it was from terror or excitement. You are not going to fuck me, roy, she yelled, her heart jolting at the thought of Roy and the men taking her. She redoubled her struggle, trying to land a kick on the men holding her. They simply pressed closer. But of course I am Tara, we all are. The foreman replied as more rough fingers slid underneath her minute thronged strings. The fabric clung to her sex before peeling away and dropping to the ground at her kicking feet.
Speaker 1:The three men felt and turned between her legs. Tara tried to lock her thighs in vain. No doubt they felt how wet she was getting. She knew. Tara felt her thighs loosening to let their pressing touches in, despite herself. He doesn't like condoms, roy said. Besides, they make breedings that much more difficult. Put on a condom. Tara felt him lining himself up with her still wet entrance despite her frail struggle. Looks like you're getting bare cocked tonight, tara. Roy laughed as he watched her look frantically over her shoulder. No, tara felt him push in. No, no.
Speaker 1:The man wasted no time in sinking deep into her impounding heart and deep pleasure lanced through Tara's fears. But Roy fanned them back to life. Hmm, can't resist that. For long can you Getting barebacked by a big, strong guy? I bet he's already filling your tight little pussy with sperm as we speak.
Speaker 1:Tara could feel her pussy getting even slicker and his cock was pulsing as it plunged deep inside her. Make it pull out. Tara threw her head back and moaned aloud as her pussy spasmed along to his length, loud as her pussy spasmed along to his length. Oh, he will, tara, but I think he'll be doing that after he's done filling you with spunk. The man tugged on her wild brunette hair, keeping Tara arched and moaning louder as he thrust even harder into her. I can't. Tara's arms shook, his heart thrust, creaking the bed. Roy grabbed her shoulders, leaning in closer as he kept her steady. Can't get pregnant right now. You know better. Tara did know. It was, in fact the most dangerous time in her cycle, the time when she was usually most cautious and the most easily aroused. I bet you're even gonna feel it when he comes inside you, tara. Every throb, every gush deep inside where it belongs, every throb, every gush deep inside where it belongs.
Speaker 1:The man-fucking Tara picked up his pace. Tara screamed. She could feel the change in him, his cock pumping furiously into her and twitching madly. His heavy balls drew up, preparing their dangerous load. Tara panicked no, don't come at me. Don't come at me, please, don't give me a.
Speaker 1:The man plowed into Tara's pussy. Then Her pleas only served to fuel the man's breeding drive. He filled the room with the sounds of his harsh grunting in the protests of the bed, topped off with Tara's cries. Tara could tell he was close, his bullish member pounding furiously into her depths, twitching harder and harder. He held her hips in a vice harder, he held her hips in a vice. Oh, getting close, are we? Roy said getting excited about getting inseminated.
Speaker 1:Tara's flushed breasts shivered and heaved Pussy juice ran down her legs. She couldn't catch her breath. Her pussy began to flutter as sperm. Heavy balls threatened her with every stroke. Oh God, no, don't come in me.
Speaker 1:The man's constant grunting rose in pitch, then broke into a bellow. He slammed into her quivering pussy deep and held into her quivering pussy deep and held. His member erupted inside her, belching its hot, thick load into her depths. Tara gave in. She couldn't help herself. Her body seized, her pussy spasmed and she felt his hard cock throbbing inside her. His balls lurched against her clit as he came, hot spurts of semen pouring into Tara's milking cunt. She felt every heavy twitch, every hot blast of cum ejaculating into her bare pink depths. Ah, tara arched her back and thrust herself back onto his cock. She came like a bitch in heat. Her whole body quaked at the sensation the heat, the thickness, the dangerous wetness filling her vulnerable pussy to the brim. Tara felt herself being bred. She loved it. She loved the way he groaned and jerked his cock inside her, forcing her hips to stay still as he deposited the last of his load into her quivering pussy.
Speaker 1:Tara watched the other two stroking themselves through her post-orgasmic haze. They all desired her. She felt it all along. Now she felt it coating her womb. All too soon, however, the man behind her stirred and his softening cock slipped out of her gripping pussy. No, tara mulled weakly and tried to push back onto him.
Speaker 1:Her orgasm not quite finished, but it was too late. The man's flaccid cock slithered out of her and he moved aside. Tara's legs gave out. She slid down to the bed onto her belly. She was hyperventilating. Her heart was racing from the threat. Tara could feel it. Thick, warm cum spilled from her pussy dripping onto her fresh sheets From her pussy, her unprotected pussy.
Speaker 1:The horror of her insemination seized her. Oh God, he came in me. I have to do something. Tara thought of leaping from them to somehow get away from these men before the damage was done inside her all too fertile belly, the warm semen seeping down her leg as she remained shivering on the bed leg as she remained shivering on the bed. I can't get pregnant from this. Where do you think you're going, tara?
Speaker 1:Tara had begun to pull herself across the bed, too weak from her orgasm to crawl. Roy laughed as he just lightly grabbed her hips and her escape ceased. I can feel you shivering still, he said, fingering her hips. You must have enjoyed your very first insemination. Huh, oh no, I got to go. Tara tried to creep away again, but he drug her back to the center of her bed like a wayward kitten. Go where Shower must get it out. She felt it inside her, sloshing about with her labored movements. That's not going to do you much good, not.
Speaker 1:With the fun just getting underway and all, tara looked back, realizing that two eager men hadn't yet had their fill. She redoubled her efforts to squirm out of Roy's grip, but it was no use. Like a doll, tara was flipped onto her back with legs splayed out. Roy stepped aside as the other moving man mounted her, plowing his docky member along her creamy slit. Oh please. Tara bucked her hips weakly, but the man wouldn't relent. Don't, I don't want to get pregnant. She wailed even her pussy quivering along his shaft. It knew what it wanted. Roy smirked, having stepped aside the bed to get a view of the second mounting. You know, tara, as convincing as you sound right now, you sure don't show it when you're getting fucked.
Speaker 1:The man began to push the bulbous head of his cock into Tara's tight pussy. A moan escaped her lips before she could stop herself. See, you can't lie, tara. You like it. You like how good it felt before being bred from behind. Have him come deep inside you, risking everything. You wanted it then and you want it now, even more than before. Oh, the man thrust into her deep. The thick, vicious cum still coated her tight inner walls and his hard cock packed the gooey semen inside her, stretching her and mixing the dangerously hot cum all at the same time. She had never felt anything like that before. Oh, oh, oh. She started to feel it again, that buildup inside radiating from her hot pussy and up through her belly. Only it was quicker this time, with this new sensation rolling inside her receptive pussy.
Speaker 1:The brood atop her slammed harder and harder, quaking the bed and grunting. Like a wild man, he pounded Tara's hips into the mattress like a stake into the ground. Tara, trapped between the man's thick arms and under his musky girth, could only wait for the inevitable. But she did not wait. Could only wait for the inevitable, but she did not wait. Her hips bucked back, at first just a little. Then, more and more, tara began to meet his thrust halfway, relishing the impact, the pressure, the feeling of being overwhelmed by his power. I can't believe I'm getting fucked like this. She gripped his arms, her pale hands, small on him, bracing herself against his thrust.
Speaker 1:In her impending climax she milled and grunted her little feminine noises eclipsed by his deep masculine grunts. Above her, her tits shivered, their nipples erect and hard. Her pussy endured the deep impact, softened by the dangerous cum being packed even deeper inside her. And Tara had only a simple thought I can't believe I like this. Roy was right. She felt herself getting close again. She felt his arms tensing under her fingers, his thrusts becoming rigid and wild, his grunts became bellows, his balls slapping her sensitive cunt.
Speaker 1:Tara knew she made him wild. She knew her body was too much for him. She knew she was pushing him over the edge. She knew it and began to cum. Because of it. I'm cum, oh. Tara arched her back and screamed as her orgasm crashed over her. Tara felt his cock pulled, her clamping pussy, felt strings of spunk shooting off deep into her, no doubt seeping into her womb. He rutted, gushing his hot spunk into her receptive hole, not pulling out, not caring about protection at all, and Tara wrapped her legs around him as her orgasmic cunt milked him for every drop.
Speaker 1:Tara was still quivering and panting when the man finally pulled out of her. He left a trail of semen in his wake, clinging to her reddened and slimy pussy lips. Oh god. Tara groaned as her legs dropped from him, too exhausted to even lift them. Lying there, she tried to catch her breath. Her pussy tingled from where the man had been slamming himself into her and she felt she was burning. Despite all the sweat clinging to her naked body, her pussy felt as though it was filled with liquid fire.
Speaker 1:Must be all they're coming me, tara thought, feeling it shifting and oozing as she ground herself into the bed. Ground herself into the bed. Roy chuckled behind her. Still haven't had enough, tara, looks like you want more inside you. I, uh.
Speaker 1:Tara shivered as the dollop of sperm emerged from her fucked hole and drooled over her clit. I can't take anymore. Oh, I'm going to make sure you can. He rolled the limp girl onto her belly. Cum sloshed heavily inside her. Roy spread her still sensitive ass, looked at her fiery pussy. Hmm, yeah, you're pretty full, aren't? You Must like the feeling of all that cum working its way inside you. Huh, tara stopped her grinding against the bed. It was dangerous for her to stay with cum soaking deeper and deeper into her too fertile womb. But she didn't move. She couldn't move, or rather she wouldn't move. Nor reply to Roy, not quite convinced about liking your breeding. Yet, roy asked, tara felt him grip her waist and roll her over again, now on her back.
Speaker 1:Tara saw the men looking down at her, too relaxed and satisfied, looking down at her, too relaxed and satisfied, and one with burning eyes. Just look at yourself, tara. She complied with difficulty. Tara lifted her head and surveyed her splayed, tired body. Her breasts rose and fell with her deep breaths. Her pink nipples just jutted from her flushed breasts. Glistening sweat painted all across her chest and belly and between her spread legs. Her mounds trimmed hair was matted with sweat and semen. Tara didn't have to see her pussy to know it was utterly drenched with cum or to know that her pussy lips were openly inviting more. Her desire surged between her legs and she was getting hot again. When Roy between her legs. He is right, I do want this.
Speaker 1:Her eyes found Roy's, his regal cock held firm in a slow, stroking hand. Tara looked up into it to the eyes of the foreman. She once despised and spread her legs wider for him. Finally, the foreman exclaimed, praising the helpless woman while grabbing her hips again Took you long enough to come around. He drug her towards him on the bed With her knees. He spread her legs further and planted his arms like stakes on either side.
Speaker 1:Tara breathed harder as her eyes followed him, mounting her. She stroked his great member down her mound, the pre-cum trailing to her whitewashed pussy. He brushed his cock up and down her gooey slit. She moaned softly, heart pounding so fast in her chest, not from fear but from want. The head of Roy's cock caught the entrance of her saturated pussy. The tip slipped in with a gasp. Tara gripped either side of his chest, her body, forgetting how tired it was. He looked down on her, into her upturned eyes With a triumphant smirkirk.
Speaker 1:He thrust himself completely in Tara's pussy, already overflowed with cum. It had been slowly trickling down her ass ever since Roy turned her onto her back, though most had remained spreading inside her belly. But as the foreman thrust himself into her, the sea of spunk inside her squelched and gushed out of her tight hole around his invading member. That reached further than the others. There was no room for the other men's inferior cum. As he bottomed out inside her, their loads flooded over her pussy lips like an overfilled cup. He began pumping the remains of his competition out of Tara's saturated pussy in broad filling strokes. Tara tried to move her hips to meet his thrust, but he was too strong. Her rocking pussy was pinned to the bed every time he plowed into her. But the sensation was too much for Tara. The loud smucking and sucking slurping from her pussy, the sounds of his magnificent cock stunting its competitors' chants as their cum oozed highly and uselessly down her pussy lips made her moan like nothing before he was taking her for himself.
Speaker 1:Tara realized this man mounting her so forcefully, his build dominating her small frame. He jutted his hips like a piston, a machine built for one purpose, the purpose now being fulfilled inside Tara's gripping, slopping cunt. The other men looked on as their leader took her body and Tara looked into the fiery eyes that were taking her mind. Oh God, roy, she cried with abandon, her heart fluttering. Yes, tara bucked against him but was pounded into the bed with a slam. Her clit screamed with delight.
Speaker 1:He growled above her, grinding his pelvis into hers. He palmed one of Tara's heavy tits, fingers gripping her taut flesh that soon might swell with milk. He turned her nipple between his fingers, tweaking and pulling the hard pink nub, as if to illustrate this dangerous possibility to the squirming woman below him. A squirming woman below him. Yes, tara arched her back, pressing her breast into his possessing hand as much as she could. She gasped as he pinched the sensitive nub hard. It made Tara hot to think that he was taking her body for that one purpose to plant his seed deep and watch it grow. Purpose to plant his seed deep and watch it grow. Oh, tara didn't want to get pregnant, but she couldn't help herself. She was turned on by the idea of this man coming deep inside her fertile cunt, impregnating her, no, breeding her.
Speaker 1:Roy, face dripping with sweat from his heartbeat, growled above her I'm going to breed you tonight, tara. It wasn't quite a question. Tara knew it was a fact. At that moment Tara wouldn't resist herself any longer. They wouldn't let her plead or beg or escape. They all wanted her. So they all took her, like Roy was taking her now. They took her like animals, like she was an animal, an animal in heat, an animal to breed. Tara knew that she was their plaything, their pet, their bitch in heat. Oh, fuck me harder, roy. Tara screamed as if her whole body had been waiting all night to say fucking, breed me. Ah.
Speaker 1:Roy moved faster than Tara could imagine. He pulled out of her sopping cunt and threw her onto her belly and in an instant he mounted her cunt from behind, slamming against her deliciously sore ass. Tara gasped lustily and tried to rise to her knees, but only got halfway there. Ah, ah, ah. Tara couldn't get up. He held her down with his weight, his toned muscles working along her slick back as he fucked her, faster and harder.
Speaker 1:Every thrust pushed her down, inch by inch, down till her belly ground into the silky sheets and her hips were pinned to the cum-soaked mattress. His hot breath billowed into her ear and down her neck. His taunts were lost in his wolfish growls. In his wolfish growls he seized her wrists and held them in one hand, pinned above her head. His chest pressed her hard, mashing her breasts into the silky sheets with every lunge. He even trapped her legs, having spread them apart, to open her pussy up even further to his assault. God, scream for your breathing, tara. Roy barked oh God, oh God, oh God. Tara lifted her head from the bed in her cry, the only part of herself she could move. Roy's teeth found her neck.
Speaker 1:Then a beast claiming his mate. Tara went wild. Her mind focused on nothing but the need to breathe, to be bred by this powerful man, this alpha among lesser men. He thrusts ferociously. The smucking and quelching of his rivals come being pumped out of Tara's hole filled the room, smacking her ass with his punishing blows. His body tensed along her back as Paul's Titan. Tara screamed take me, breed me.
Speaker 1:Tara exploded with pleasure, her pussy closing like a vice around Rory's sunken member, holding him in. As she came, he roared into her neck, biting down hard. As he buried himself into her fertile cunt, he erupted inside her a horde of viral sperm, blasting against the gates of her womb. Tara's whole body quaked under his as she felt his thick, sticky ropes lancing inside her, his heavy balls jerking against her as they injected their fertilizing load. Tara flashed to images of cum splashing inside her womb the other men's cum. Easily overwhelmed by his superior forces, they fought each other deep inside her womb, spiraling towards her great prize suspended within her warm death. They surrounded her egg, the alpha sperm, easily covering its whole surface in a carpet of wriggling tails and pushing heads of wriggling tails and pushing heads. Tara felt a twinge in her orgasmic belly as one of those sperm disappeared inside her fertile egg. She was brought back to the moment, feeling Roy thrust into her again, planting the last of his semen into the orgasmic girl.
Speaker 1:Tara's orgasm continued, even as he ebbed, though he still rutted inside her, injecting his sperm deep in a pool against her pulsing cervix. Tara's vision ended there, her mind awash in a sea of pleasure as her pussy milked his cock till the last drops oozed into her bare pink depths. Till the last drops oozed into her bare pink depths. Finally, roy let up, keeping his still hard member planted deep inside her. He held all of his own cum deep within her quivering body while the other cum stained uselessly into Tara's sheets. He remained deep inside and atop her as her orgasm gave way to a completely satisfied afterglow growing in her chest and behind her eyes, roy's deep humming vibrated against her back.
Speaker 1:I think this one has made us proud, right, boys? They chuckled in agreement and Tara could only let out a tired giggle. Her head flopped down onto the bed. She was smiling ear to ear, exhilaration still running through her veins. So, tara Roy said, kissing her neck gently where his teeth marked her as his own. Yes, Roy, she replied dreamily, looking forward to sleep about to wash over her. Are you ready for a second breeding?
Speaker 1:The sun peeked through the half-closed curtains of the bare bedroom, casting its rays over the prone and sweaty form of Tara. Half-wrapped in a tangled sheet, she slept soundly, reluctant to awaken from such peaceful dreams, moving her legs across the mattress, let her feet feel the cool, moist patches where the night's activities had spilled over. I remember. Now Tara cracked her eyes open. She hadn't installed a clock in her room yet, but judging from outside, it was just past eight, with the sun lighting up the normally quiet world. Sitting up, she rubbed the sleep out of her eyes as best as she could. Oh, and I remember this very well, she ran her hand down her naked front to her pussy, where semen crusted on her still moist lips and inner thighs as well as just about everywhere else on her. Slipping a finger inside, she found some of it still moist.
Speaker 1:Tara smiled and put on one of her robes. A shower can wait till later. What she didn't find were the movers. Their clothes were gone as well as any trace of their presence, save for the cum-stained bed and her heavily inseminated body. Her bare feet slapped along the hardwood floor.
Speaker 1:As she stepped out of her room, she pulled the robe tightly around herself to guard herself against the cold. That's just great. The breed-em-and-leave-em type, typical. Tara glanced down seeing her favorite rabbit toy lying unused in his box. At least you got to take a break for the day. When she raised her eyes again, she saw a card lying on the table. Striding forward, she grabbed it and read the moving company's logo and phone number. She turned it over and read thanks for the fun last night, call again anytime, tara, wait.
Speaker 1:Tara smiled. She knew she wouldn't be needing a boyfriend anytime soon, since she already had three to keep her lust and pussy well satisfied. She stood for a moment, wondering if her vision last night was prophetic or opened her loose fitting robe. Her belly was no different a flat plane that could soon be sporting a growing hill. Ordering the morning after pill wouldn't be so hard, she thought. She strode to the counter and picked up her phone, beginning to dial the number on the card. Tara felt that some major redecorating was going to be done in her life in the next couple of weeks, and it required lots of heavy lifting. The end Well. Thank you for listening to Poison Ivy's Tales of Erotica where shadows dance and desires ignite. I'm your host, poison Ivy, your guide to tales of passion, seduction and the forbidden. Join me every Monday for new exciting stories and to extend your pleasure, please join me on the fan page patreoncom slash poisonivyerotica. Thank you.
