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His Brat’s Fertile First Time: Avril
By Candy Quinn
“Listen,” Avril whispered to Samantha. “You can totally hear them fucking.”
Samantha made a face, but then, she’d always been more immature than her best friend, Avril. Even though they were both eighteen, Samantha still preferred watching Disney movies to pornos, a sentiment that Avril simply didn’t understand.
Avril was blonde, blue eyed, and had an incredible figure she never hesitated to show off. Even lounging around in her bedroom on a Sunday afternoon she was still in short shorts and a blue bikini top. Samantha looked much the same, but her sundress was practically a church outfit and her blonde hair was tied back into two braided pigtails.
“This is his fifth one, this week,” Avril whispered again, her head pressed to the wall that she and her dad shared.
“Isn’t it kind of messed up that you listen to your step-father like this?” asked Samantha from the other side of the room, flipping through a magazine.
Cyril had been her stepfather since Avril was a toddler, and her birth mother had died a couple years ago. Now he was bringing home a string of floozies but he wouldn’t settle on any of them for more than a couple of weeks at a time.
Avril just figured he was lonely, and since she was heading off to college in a month, it was getting worse every day.
Thud. Thud. Thud.
The woman was panting louder, and the thin walls did little to keep the whole house from hearing, but Cyril was quiet. He knew Avril was home and he was trying to be respectful. Or, Avril thought, maybe he was just ashamed of his behaviour.
Samantha looked up from the glossy pages and tilted her head at Avril when she saw the expression on her friend’s face. She was worrying her lower lip between her teeth, and the way she was straddling the pillow and grinding against it was anything but subtle.
“Avril!” Samantha gasped, her lip curling in disgust.
Avril stopped humping the pillow for a moment and let out a soft sigh, her cheeks flushing with just a tinge of shame. “Maybe you should go,” she murmured, averting her eyes from her friend's.
“I will! God, call me when you’re over...whatever this is!" Samantha practically threw the magazine back on the table and stomped out the door. "He’s your fucking step-father, you perv!”
But as Samantha stormed down the stairs and slammed the door behind her, Avril didn’t stop. She reached for the vibrator in her nightstand and caressed it lovingly. It was stubby and purple, and of all the fancier ones she’d tried, this little guy was her favourite. It could bring her an earth shattering orgasm in twenty seconds or less, if she let it.
Her dad and the other woman had been at it for a good ten minutes, at least. Or, rather, that was when he’d closed the door. She’d only recently started hearing those tell tale sounds of pleasure, and as she turned the little knob on the toy, she skipped past the lower settings.
She wanted to cum, hard and fast. She spread her long, slender legs, unbuttoned her jean shorts, and stuck the vibrator between the cotton of her panties and the denim. She jolted at the sensation, biting back a gasp. She pulled the vibrator back for a second, letting her catch her breath before pushing it back right to her clit, letting out a loud, obvious moan.
She knew her dad could hear her, and that only made it better. It made her hornier, even. She ground her toned body, gyrating her hips and presenting her clit more and more to those pleasant, electric buzzes.
The moans in the other room softened, and Avril knew they’d heard her. That just made her go louder, her pants and cries and moans so genuine as she teased herself to the brink and held back, time and time again.
It was such a tease, hearing him fuck other women, over and over again and never having anyone of her own. She’d lost interest in all men when her mom died, and only her father had reignited her desire, her need, for sex.
When she finally let herself cum, it sent her body into convulsions, bursting freely after being denied the pleasure so many times, there was nothing but silence in the other room. A few moments later there was the quiet sound of her dad’s door closing, followed by the main entrance, and then they were all alone. Each of them in their separate rooms, coming to terms with what had just happened.
