Anna celebrates her high school graduation.

Anna has decided that tonight is the night she will give her virginity to her boyfriend Andreas. The virginity is gone, but the father got it

Andreas and I had been celebrating our high-school graduation all day, and he got so drunk that he just passed out hard in his room. We had planned that tonight would be the night – my very first real sex after all the oral stuff we’d done. I was so excited, my little heart was pounding, and I had been looking forward to it so much… but then I couldn’t sleep. I wandered around the house wearing my tiny red bikini and that cute captain’s hat I’d put on to surprise him… and suddenly I was standing at Morten’s door. Andreas’ dad. 56 years old. He was asleep too, but when I quietly slipped in and lay down beside him… he woke up.

I don’t know what came over me. I was so shy, cheeks burning red, mumbling something about being lonely… but then he pulled me close. His hands were so big and warm on my body, and his lips met mine in this deep, hungry kiss that made my legs go weak. I felt it right away – he was so much bigger than Andreas. Thicker, longer, harder. When he pressed his cock against my tight virgin pussy, I almost didn’t think it would fit. It was so huge that it could barely go in… I moaned loudly, bit my lip, and it hurt a little at first, but I was so wet, so hungry for it. I whispered “please… try again,” and slowly, inch by inch, he slid inside me. It felt like he was stretching me completely open, filling me more than I had ever imagined. I whimpered and kissed him back while my hands grabbed his back and that watch on his wrist.

We made love. I was under him at first, legs wrapped around him while he thrust deep and slow, and then we switched so I was on top riding him, my hat tilted sideways and my hair falling over my face. He held my hips, kissed my breasts, and I came over and over – it was so raw, so wild that I screamed his name and begged for more. He was so experienced, so strong… he fucked me in every position.

After we had been making love for hours and I had ridden him while he kissed me deeply, Morten turned me over. He grabbed my hips hard with his big hands, pulled me up onto all fours, and then took me from behind – really hard. His big, thick cock hammered into me again and again, deeper than ever. I moaned loudly, bit the pillow, and could feel how my tight pussy was completely filled and stretched every time he thrust all the way in. It was so wild… he fucked me like an animal, and I loved it. My breasts swung back and forth, my captain’s hat fell off, and I screamed his name as he slammed his belly against my ass with loud, wet smacks.

Then… oh god, I’m blushing just writing this… he pulled out, and I felt his cock, still dripping wet with my juices, pressing against my little, tight asshole. I whispered shyly, “Morten… it’s too big… it hurts,” but he was so calm and determined. He spat on me, rubbed it in, and pressed slowly. It hurt quite a bit at first – it burned and stretched so much that I whimpered and clutched the sheets. I almost didn’t think I could take him, since he’s much bigger than Andreas. But he went so slowly, and suddenly… oh, it felt amazing. That mix of pain and deep, forbidden pleasure… once he was all the way in, it felt like he filled me in a completely different way – deeper, more intimate. He started moving, first carefully, then faster, and I came again – even harder than before – while he fucked me in the ass. I moaned like a little slut, begged him to go harder, and he did. He grabbed my hair, pulled me back against him, and pumped deep into my ass.

Morten still had me on all fours, fucking my tight ass hard and deep, and I could no longer control myself. I started screaming like a real pig – loud, naughty, grunting and squealing, really animalistic. “Aaaahhh… ooohhh… yesss, fuck me like a pig!” I screamed, as my ass slapped against his stomach and tears ran down my cheeks from the delicious pain. I sounded like an animal in heat, completely lost in lust, and I couldn’t stop – I howled and moaned so loudly that the whole house must have been able to hear it.

Suddenly the door opened. Andreas stood there, red eyes, still drunk and confused after waking up from my pig screams. He saw us – me on all fours with Morten’s big cock deep in my ass, my hair a mess, my body trembling. I turned completely red in the cheeks from shame… but at the same time so aroused. “What the fuck… Anna?” he mumbled, but his cock was already hard in his pants. Morten didn’t stop, he just kept pumping into me while he laughed lowly.

Andreas came over to me, pulled his cock out, and without a word grabbed my hair and pushed it into my mouth. I was still screaming like a pig, but now the sound was muffled by his cock. He took me hard in the mouth, pushing deep into my throat so I gagged and drooled, while tears ran. Morten kept fucking me from behind, and I was completely filled in both ends – my boyfriend in my mouth and his father in my ass. I sucked and licked like a little hungry pig, squealing and moaning around Andreas’ cock, while the two of them used me at the same time. It hurt, it was humiliating, but it felt so forbidden and wonderful that I came again – hard, trembling, while I gurgled around his cock.

Morten was still deep in my ass, pounding hard from behind, when Andreas – still drunk and with eyes shining with shock and desire – pulled his cock out of my mouth and pushed himself under me. The two men looked at each other for a short moment, and then it happened. Andreas pressed his cock against my already fucked, dripping pussy and forced it in.

I was more than completely full.

Two big cocks – Morten’s thick, experienced cock in my tight ass and Andreas’ stiff, young cock in my little pussy at the same time. They slid against each other inside me, separated only by the thin wall, and I felt like I was going to explode. I screamed loudly in pain – a real, animalistic, pig-like scream: “AAAAHHH! It hurts! I’m too full! I can’t… aaaahhh oooohhh!” My eyes ran with tears, I bit the pillow, and my whole body shook as they started moving. First slowly, then faster. They fucked me in rhythm, filling both my holes completely, stretching me more than I ever thought possible. It burned, it hurt, it felt like I was being torn apart… but at the same time it was so good, so forbidden, so raw, that I couldn’t stop cumming. I screamed and squealed like a pig, drooling, crying and begging them for more at the same time.

“Yes… fuck me… I’m your little pig… aaaahhh it hurts, but keep going!” I squealed while they used me like a real double-stuffed slut. Andreas grabbed my breasts, Morten held my hips tight, and they hammered into me together. I was more than full – I was overfilled, stretched to the breaking point, and I loved it. I came so hard I almost passed out, while I screamed and whimpered like the naughtiest, sinful little animal.

Morten thrust deep into my ass one last time and came with a deep growl. I felt his hot cum shoot up into my guts, filling me completely while I was still screaming like a pig. He slowly pulled out, then grabbed my hair hard. “Suck me clean, little Anna,” he said calmly. I opened my mouth shyly, cheeks burning red with shame, and took his cock in – still dripping with my own ass and his cum. I sucked and licked him clean like an obedient little girl, tasting everything, gagging a bit while tears ran down my face. It was so humiliating… and so naughty.

At the same time Andreas crawled up behind me. He was still angry and horny, grabbed my hips and pushed his cock in. First into my pussy, then he pulled it out and shoved it straight into my already filled, dripping ass. He kept switching the whole time – ass, pussy, ass, pussy – while he fucked me hard from behind. Every time he switched, he slapped my ass cheeks so hard it burned. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! My ass turned red and sore, and I squealed loudly every time.

“It was me you promised your virginity to, me!” he hissed while he pounded into me. “You’re my little slut-princess, Anna. Look at yourself now – Dad is fucking your ass and I’m switching between both your holes. You’re just a dirty little princess who loves being punished.” His words made me so ashamed, so wet at the same time. I screamed and cried while he punished me with hard slaps and deep thrusts. I came again and again, even though it hurt, even though I felt like the worst sinful girl. I was completely theirs – sucking Morten clean in front while Andreas behind me switched holes and fucked me like a little slut.

Morten tied me to the bed. I lay on my back, completely stretched out like an offering – arms and legs pulled tight to the sides, so my legs were grotesquely spread, almost in a split. The ropes were tight around my wrists and ankles, and I couldn’t move at all. I felt so exposed, so helpless… my little pussy and ass were completely open and on display for both of them. Morten smiled, handed Andreas a long black whip and said calmly, “Have fun, boys. I’m leaving now.” Then he walked out of the room and left the door slightly open.

Andreas stood over me with the whip. His eyes were dark with anger and lust. He started whipping me – for a long time, hard, methodically. First across my breasts, then down over my stomach, then the insides of my thighs, and finally right across my open, sore pussy. Every lash burned like fire. I screamed loudly, twisting in the ropes, crying and squealing like a little pig: “Aaaahh! It hurts! Forgive me, Andreas… I’m your little slut-princess!” My ass and thighs got red stripes, and my pussy swelled and dripped from the pain and arousal at the same time.

When he had whipped me long enough, he threw the whip aside. He climbed up between my grotesquely spread legs, grabbed my hips and took me incredibly hard in my pussy. He pounded into me as if he wanted to punish me for everything – deep, brutal thrusts that made the bed shake and my screams fill the room. I was still tied, couldn’t close my legs, could only take it. He fucked me so hard that I came again and again while I cried and begged for mercy and more at the same time.

In the end he loosened the ropes. I lay there trembling, red and sore all over, cum dripping from my pussy. He looked down at me and said coldly, “Go home now, Anna. You’re just a dirty little princess who got exactly what you deserved.

I stumbled home through the neighbourhood in the same little red bikini and the crumpled captain’s hat, my legs shaking under me, and I could feel their cum dripping out of both my pussy and my ass with every step. My body was covered in red stripes from the whip – my breasts, my stomach, the insides of my thighs, and my poor, swollen pussy were all red and sore. I felt so dirty, so used… and yet so strangely warm inside.

When I closed the door to my room, I locked it right away. My parents were luckily still out, so the house was quiet. I stood in front of the mirror in my room and looked at myself. The Catholic girl who had always been so good and innocent was standing there with whip marks, cum running down her thighs, and a face still red and confused from crying and orgasms. I couldn’t help it – I pulled my bikini bottoms aside and touched my swollen pussy. It was so sore, so sensitive, that I moaned loudly just from pressing lightly on it.

I lay down on the bed, spread my legs again – just like I had been tied – and started touching myself. At first gently, shyly, as if I was asking for forgiveness… but then the memories came flooding back. Morten’s cock in my ass, Andreas switching holes, the whip lashes, the rough words “little slut-princess.” I rubbed my clit faster, pushed two fingers into my sore pussy and imagined it was their cocks again. I whispered to myself: “I’m just a dirty little princess… I deserved it… fuck me harder next time…”

I came so hard that I bit the pillow so I wouldn’t scream out loud. My body shook, my legs still spread grotesquely, and I lay there afterwards staring at the ceiling with tears in my eyes. I felt so guilty – I should be praying the rosary right now, going to church and confessing everything… but instead I lay there smiling a little while I ran a finger through the cum on my thighs and licked it off.

Oh god… I can barely believe I’m telling you this… it’s Sunday, and I had just been to church like the good Catholic girl I’ve always been. But after the service I stayed behind and asked to speak with Pastor Martin in the confessional. I told him everything – how I had been with Andreas’ father, how I was fucked in both holes, tied up, whipped, and called a slut-princess. I cried and felt so ashamed while I whispered it all.

Pastor Martin is a huge, massive man well over 60 years old – broad-shouldered, tall and heavy, with big strong hands and a deep, stern voice. He listened… and then his voice suddenly became even stricter and darker. “You are a slut, Anna,” he said calmly, but with a glow in his eyes I had never seen before. “A real little church-slut. Come with me.” He took my hand in his enormous hands and led me into his office behind the altar. The door was locked.

He tied me up exactly the same way Andreas had done – I lay on my back on his big old desk, arms and legs stretched tight to the sides with ropes from a drawer, my legs grotesquely spread so my pussy and ass were completely exposed to him. My dress was pulled up around my waist, and I felt even more sinful than ever – tied to the priest’s own desk.

He took out the same long whip. “You shall be punished for your sins, my little slut,” he said and started whipping me for a long time, hard. The lashes rained down over my breasts, my stomach, the insides of my thighs, and right across my already sore pussy. I screamed loudly in the office: “Aaaahh! Forgive me, Pastor! I am a slut! I deserve it!” Every stroke burned, and I twisted in the ropes while tears ran down my face. He whipped me longer and more methodically than Andreas, as if he really wanted to cleanse my soul with pain.

When he was done, he threw the whip aside. He climbed up between my grotesquely spread legs. His cock was even bigger than Morten’s – enormous, thick and heavy, a real old man’s massive rod. He pressed it against my little pussy first, but then he kept switching the whole time – deep into my pussy, then he pulled out and forced it into my ass, then back into my pussy again. He fucked me incredibly hard while switching holes again and again, so I felt like I was being torn apart by his huge cock. I screamed to the Virgin Mary with everything I had: “Holy Virgin Mary, save me! Oh Mary, help me… I am a slut… aaaahhh it hurts, but keep going!” I hoped she could save me while the tears ran and I came again and again in that forbidden mix of pain and pleasure.

In the end he came deep inside me – first in my pussy, then he pulled out and shot the rest into my ass – with a deep, roaring sigh. He pulled out and looked down at me while his thick cum dripped out of both my holes. “Go home and pray your rosary, Anna,” he said calmly. “But come back next Sunday so we can continue your penance.”

I stumbled home again, my dress stuck to my body, the stripes burning under my clothes, and I felt both completely crushed with shame and completely electric with lust. I’m supposed to be the good girl… but now I’m also the priest’s little slut.