Breeding Her So Deep (3 Stories Hardcore Taboo First Time Virgin Anal Sex Erotica Collection)

By Heather Dawson, Kelly Stanton and Amber Branley

3 stories of unprotected sex between very fertile virgin women and well-endowed, huge men...

 

Stories included:

Seven Bikers Fill the Virgin

Breeding The Virgin

Navy Seal's Curvy Bride

• Language: English
• Publisher: Heather Dawson
• Release date: Nov 9, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223482734

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Breeding Her So Deep

(3 Stories Hardcore Taboo First Time Virgin Anal Sex Erotica Collection)

Copyright, 2023, All Rights Reserved

Heather Dawson, Amber Branley

Table of Contents

Seven Bikers Fill the Virgin

Breeding The Virgin

Navy Seal’s Curvy Bride

Seven Bikers Fill the Virgin

Copyright, 2023, All Rights Reserved

Heather Dawson

Chapter One 

First Timer Leslie got gang banged by seven muscular bikers at once in the back of an old musty warehouse. If you had asked her a day before if she would ever do such a filthy thing, she would have given you the answer of no, but when she met the handsome studs at the town’s yearly festival, she couldn’t resist their charm and rugged good looks. 

You look sexy, a man suddenly said, appearing from behind. 

Leslie’s head spun around. She smiled hesitantly. Thanks, she said. 

She noticed the man was followed by six others. They were all of equal good looks. Tall, tanned, rugged and dirty looking. They were muscular and wore leather jackets and faded blue jeans. Some of them had tattoos on their hands and necks. They looked like bad men, and Leslie felt aroused by it. 

What is your name? She said, wondering if the man was from around these parts. She had never seen him or any of his friends before. 

Manny, the guy said, and shook her hand. And these are my friends. We rode in today, and we’re just staying for the night. 

Where are you from? Leslie said. 

California, he said. Los Angeles, honey. 

You going back there? 

Yeah, we were in New York for some business, the guy said. So, what are you getting into later? We were going to hang out some at this bar, if you’re interested. 

I don’t have plans, Leslie said, and smiled. So, what do you guys think of the festival? 

It’s cool. Good drinks and food, for sure. But we’re kind of bored of it... Say, what do you think about finding a private place where we could talk? 

Leslie thought for a minute. Sure, she said. Maybe back behind that building. Sometimes people hang out behind the warehouse and play cards, drink, stuff like that. She pointed. 

The biker looked up at the old, abandoned building in the distance. He nodded his head and smiled. You lead the way, then. Sounds good to me, honey. 

Leslie led the seven handsome men, feeling nervous on her shaky legs as she walked. Why did I wear high heels today? I look like a whore. No wonder they approached me, she thought to herself, but shrugged it off and kept on walking. The biker who had talked to her hurried up beside her and walked at her side. She felt so strangely turned on by the man... She wasn’t used to seeing men with model looks who also happened to be so damn rugged... At least not in this town. He looked like he could have been in some kind of magazine or a movie. 

You’re really cute, he said. 

Thanks, Leslie blushed, walking on. You’re handsome, too. 

Thanks, he said. 

They reached the warehouse. The biker kicked the front door open and dust went flying around. He covered his mouth and nose. Damn, this place looks like it’s been locked up for a hundred years, guys. Check it out. 

The six other bikers followed the leader inside, and Leslie stood outside for a moment, hands awkwardly at her sides, then she shrugged and went in behind them. The place was a mess; an abandoned mess of old machines that looked like they hadn’t been used in ages. Shoes and trash were scattered on the ground. It looked like no one even squatted there, not even the homeless. 

The place was dark and dingy, and smelled like mildew. 

Cool, the biker said. This place is rad. What do you think? He asked Leslie. 

Not my kind of place, she chuckled. But it’s cool with you. I feel safe with a bunch of muscular guys at my side. Otherwise I’d be creeped out of this dump. 

Yeah, I like creepy places. Gets my adrenaline pumping, he said, and laughed, lighting up a smoke and breathing it in. 

The others kicked trash on the ground and knocked over old machinery. They ransacked the place, giggling and acting like fools. The man smoked standing next to Leslie. It would have normally been a turn off for her to see a guy smoking, but this guy was so hot that it didn’t matter... Of course, Leslie kept her mouth shut and didn’t compliment him or tell him that, because she was extremely shy. 

To be completely honest, Leslie was not only shy... She was also a virgin. 

She swallowed and looked up at the guy. So, do you have a girlfriend? She said. 

He peered down at her, dropping the cigarette and stomping it out with the heel of his old leather boot. A few, he said. Want to be one? He raised his eyebrows and smiled. 

Ha ha, she chuckled. Yeah, right. You would never date a girl like me. I’m chubby and not pretty. 

His eyes went wide. Who told you that? You’re gorgeous, honey. Me and my friends love a woman with curves like you. Nice tits, big, juicy fuckin’ ass... Turn around for me, can I see it? He asked. 

Leslie went beet-red blushing. She nodded. Sure, she said. You can see my butt, I guess. She giggled and spun around. She was wearing jeans and her ass was pressing against them, in the shape of a pear. The biker licked his lips. He loved spreading a sexy BBW’s ass and diving in face first, lapping hungrily at their pussy and butt. 

He fantasized about doing that to Leslie as he stared down at her plump buttocks.