A Fertile Brat Taken in the Woods | free bimbofication story

It seemed like they walked an awful long time through the dense woods to get to the campsite. Layla followed behind her new friend, Lauren, trying not to get stuck in tangled branches while keeping a lookout for snakes, spiders, and other critters. There was no path in sight. Layla was starting to think that she wasn’t meeting Lauren’s friends for camping, that this was some cruel joke played on the new girl.

She sighed with relief when she heard voices, laughter, and the crackling of a bonfire. They arrived at a clearing where four other girls sat in chairs around the fire, sipping from red plastic cups. Layla wondered what was in those cups. She’d told her mom that there would be no drinking, and Layla hated lying to her mom, even if she hadn’t meant to.

Her mom had been so excited about the camping trip that Layla didn’t have to convince her to let her go. Layla had been at the new school for a full semester before making her first friend, Lauren, the daughter of a deacon at

a prominent church. Layla’s mom had felt guilty about moving her daughter to another school when it was her senior year, taking her away from her old friends, and was thrilled when Layla had a chance to get out of the house and be with people her own age.

“Sup, bitch,” Kelly, one of the girls by the fire said to Lauren.

Though Layla had only been at their school for a short time, she knew Kelly was one of the most popular girls. With her shoulder length blonde hair, killer figure, and impeccable fashion sense, how could she not be?

“What’s up,” Lauren said, walking over to the table that held the plastic cups and a keg. She bid Layla to follow her.

Lauren filled two cups with frothy beer, and handed one to Layla. The cup was cold in her hand, and the beer had a bitter smell. Lauren took a large swallow, watching Layla as she did.

“Go ahead, it’ll warm you up,” Lauren said.

Layla stared at the golden, frothy liquid. She didn’t want to tell Lauren that she’d never drank before, and

hadn’t planned to until she was fully legal. She imagined herself at twenty-one having the occasional wine with dinner, or fruity cocktail at a social gathering. She knew it was wrong to drink at only eighteen, but Lauren was staring at her, egging her on with her eyes.

After taking a small sip, Layla tried to hide her look of distaste as she choked down the beer. Why do people like this stuff? she wondered.

She and Lauren joined the rest of the girls by the fire.

“Do you guys know Layla?” Lauren said.

The other girls regarded her coldly. Layla took another sip of beer.

“You look familiar,” Kelly said. “Are you, like, a freshman or something?”

“Senior,” Layla said. “I just moved here this year.”

“Layla and I have theatre together,” Lauren said. “She gave a great monologue last week. She’s really funny.”

Layla blushed. “I don’t know about that.”

“You are,” Lauren said. “And talented.”

“Are you still in that class?” Kelly said. “How can you stand all those losers?”

Layla swallowed hard and choked down more beer.

Lauren was right, it was warming her. Someone’s phone dinged. Kelly looked at hers, her face brightening.

“The guys will be here soon,” Kelly said. The rest of the girls started chattering excitedly.

“Guys?” Layla whispered to Lauren. “I told my mom it was only girls.”

“Relax,” Lauren said. “It’s just Kelly’s boyfriend and a few of his friends.”

“Do they go to our school?” Layla said.

Lauren shook her head. “They’re older.”

Layla felt the blood drain from her face. “How much older?”

Lauren took a sip from her cup, considering what to say. “Like, a lot.”

Layla sat back in her chair, wondering what she should do. The right thing would be to go home, tell her mom she had been misled. But Lauren was her ride. Layla hated to make Lauren leave, after how nice she’d been to her.

“Okay, before they get here, I have to ask you guy’s advice,” Kelly said, breaking off Layla’s train of thought. “So, Chad really wants to try anal.”

The girls erupted with laughter.

“I know, I know. He swears I’ll like it,” Kelly said. “Have any of you done it?”

The rest of the girls exchanged glances. A gorgeous brunette named Elizabeth, who Layla recognized from United States history, meekly raised her hand.

“Oh my God, you slut,” Kelly exclaimed. “How was it?”

Elizabeth shrugged. “Weird at first. But after you get used to it, it’s pretty awesome. Just make sure you have lots of lube.”

Kelly nodded her head, as if she were an ambassador listening to matters of state. “Good advice. All right, who else? I know more of you bitches have taken it in the ass.”

The girls were quiet, but Kelly wouldn’t give up. She locked eyes with Layla, causing Layla’s blood to run cold.

“What about you?” Kelly said.

“No, no, sorry,” Layla said nervously.

“I get it,” Kelly said. “You’re at a new school, you want to forget your slutty reputation.”

“Come on, Kelly,” Lauren said, lightheartedly. “She’s not used to your humor.”

“You think I’m joking?” Kelly said. “I bet that’s why you had to move, isn’t it? You were the school slut. I see it all over your face.”

“No, really,” Layla said. “I’ve never done anything like that. I’ve never even had sex.” As soon as she said those words, she knew she shouldn’t have.

A silence fell around the bonfire, with everyone staring at her. Layla shifted in her seat.

“Hold up,” Kelly said, raising her hand. “You’re a virgin?”

“Yeah-I-” Layla started.

“What are you waiting for?” Kelly said.

“I don’t know,” Layla said. “I just haven’t met the right guy.”

Kelly smiled at her brilliantly. “You shouldn’t go to college a virgin. Maybe I can help you with that. Oh look, there are the guys.”

Kelly jumped up out of her chair and went to meet four guys that were walking into the clearing. They were all in their mid to late thirties, and Layla had to admit, strikingly handsome. Their rugged faces covered with facial hair, broad shoulders, and muscular arms were a far cry from the boys in their school.

The leader was a tall man with a headful of dark hair.

Kelly ran to him and jumped in his arms. He lifted her and kissed her passionately. Layla looked away from the intimate moment, only to look back and see him set her down, and give one of her breasts a quick squeeze.

“Where’s the beer?” said the man, who Layla guessed to be Chad.

Kelly led them over to the keg. The rest of the men eyed Layla and the other girls as they walked by. Layla had never been around men their age other than some of her friends’ fathers. She was attracted to their confident swagger, and the way they looked at her body with interest.

Other than Chad, there was a man with dirty blonde hair and a boyishly cute face, an olive skinned man with dark

hair and eyes, and a black man with large, muscular arms and strong, yet refined facial features.

Once they all had a cup, Chad sat in a chair with Kelly on his lap while the rest stood around the circle making all the girls blush. Kelly giggled in Chad’s lap as his hands were all over her body and his lips nipped at her ears and neck.

Layla kept her eyes on the ground, trying to avoid eye contact with these men. She knew they weren’t the type that her mother would approve of, but she couldn’t deny her attraction to them, or the tingle she felt between her legs when she caught one of them staring at her.

“What kind of trouble have you girls been getting into?” Chad asked.

“Same old bullshit,” Kelly said. “We were hoping y'all would bring the fun.”

“You know we always do,” Chad said, thrusting his hips in the air, causing Kelly to bounce up and down.

Suddenly, his eyes fell on Layla. “I’ve never seen you before. What’s your story?”

“That’s, um, what’s your name again?” Kelly said.

“Layla.”

“Shy, huh,” Chad said, smiling. “I like that. My name’s Chad.” He went on to introduce the other men. The dirty blonde was Michael, the one with the dark complexion was Frank, and the black one, Anthony.

Layla smiled and nodded to all of them. Chad’s common courtesy and manners comforted her, but it was only temporary. Kelly whispered into Chad’s ear behind her hand, both of their eyes locked on Layla. As Kelly told her secret, Chad’s eyes lowered, scanning Layla’s body.

“So, y’all are looking to have some fun,” Chad said.

“You too, Layla?”

“Sure,” Layla said, without much confidence. She took a large swallow of her beer. She noticed that Kelly was whispering in one of the other girls’ ear, and that girl whispered to the girl beside her, the secret going all the way around the circle, skipping Layla. After that, Layla had the odd feeling that everyone, including the men, were staring at her.

“How long’s it been since y’all played Truth or Dare?”

Chad asked.

Kelly laughed. “Not since about sixth grade.”

“We can play a grownup version. What do you think?”

Chad said.

Kelly and the other girls glanced around at each other.

Layla felt like she was missing out on some group misunderstanding. “Sure,” Kelly said, shrugging.

“All right. I’ll start,” Chad said. “Kelly, truth or dare.”

“Dare,” she said, without much thought.

“Show us those beautiful tits of yours,” Chad said.

“For five whole seconds.”

Kelly’s mouth dropped opened in feigned shock. She stood up from Chad’s lap, unzipped her coat, then pulled up her shirt, revealing her large, full tits. The group counted her off.

“1, 2, 3, 4, 5,” they yelled.

When Kelly put her shirt down, they cheered and yelped. Kelly’s face was red with the rush of adrenaline.

Layla’s body tensed. It looked like this was how the game was going to go. She knew she should refuse to play, but something deep inside of her wanted to keep going.

“Okay, who’s next,” Kelly said, scanning the crowd.

“Elizabeth, truth or dare.”

“Dare,” Elizabeth giggled.

Layla realized no one was going to pick truth.

“Take your tits out,” Kelly said. The group started to yell their approval. “Wait, I’m not done,” Kelly said. “And stick a nipple in Michael’s mouth. Michael gets to suck for ten seconds.”

Layla couldn’t believe it. Was Elizabeth really going to go through with it? Elizabeth drained the rest of her cup while Michael licked his lips. The brunette stood up, then slowly pulled her sweater over her head, dropping it to the floor. Her bra was shockingly white next to her tanned skin.

Spurred on by the yelps of the crowd, Elizabeth unclasped her bra, pulling the straps down her arm. Her large breasts bounded free, her dark nipples hardened from the cold air.

Elizabeth gestured for Michael to sit in her seat. When he did, she straddled his lap. Michael wrapped his arms around her waist, then plunged his face into her chest. He grabbed one of her tits, then hungrily wrapped his mouth around her nipple.

The group counted down from ten as Michael sucked one nipple, and then the other, dividing his time between

each. Watching the scene, Layla crossed her legs tightly, feeling her panties moisten from her wet pussy. Layla had seen porn on a few occasions, but to see something like this in person was an extreme turn on.

When his time was up, Michael pulled away from Elizabeth’s tits, holding a nipple between his teeth for as long as possible. Elizabeth gave him a kiss on the cheek, then got up and put on her shirt without bothering with her bra.

“Okay, who’s next,” Elizabeth said, rubbing her hands together. “Lauren.”

Lauren buried her face in her hands. “Dare.”

“Dare it is,” Elizabeth said. “I dare you to let Frank drink the rest of his beer by pouring it over your tits and into his mouth.”

Layla looked at her new friend. Surely Lauren wouldn’t participate in this kind of behavior. But Lauren jumped up from her chair and started unbuttoning her shirt.

“I have over half a beer left,” Frank said.

“Just take your time,” Elizabeth said.

Lauren pulled her shirt off, revealing a tight, toned stomach. She took off her bra, exposing perky, pear shaped tits. Frank sauntered over to her, beer cup in hand. He wrapped his arm around her waist, causing Lauren to giggle, then crouched slightly, positioning his mouth under her nipple. Holding his cup up, he started pouring, the beer flowing down her tits in a slow trickle. Frank lapped at her nipple with his tongue, catching every last drop.

Layla could feel herself getting wetter. This was happening only a couple of feet away from her. She could clearly see the look of pleasure on Lauren’s face as Frank’s tongue played at her sensitive nipples. Layla could imagine what that felt like. She wished desperately she could touch herself.

Lauren ran her hands through Frank’s hair. Layla wondered if she was the only one who could hear Lauren’s soft moans, or see the bulge hardening in Frank’s pants.

Frank shook the last drops of his beer from the cup, and caught them as they cascaded off of Lauren’s nipples. When he was done, he stood up, smacking his lips. Lauren was

covered with beer. Layla wondered if Lauren’s pussy as wet as hers was.

“Good show,” Kelly said, clapping. “Who’s next, Lauren?”

Lauren slipped her shirt over her wet torso, then whipped around, facing Kelly. “How about you, Kelly?”

“Sure, I’ll go again. I can take it,” Kelly said. “Dare, bitch.”

A wicked smile spread across Lauren’s face. “Let Chad finger you until you cum.”

Layla couldn’t help but gasp. The other dares seemed innocent compared to this. This was an actual sex act. Kelly only smiled with narrowed eyes, then stood and unbuckled her pants. Chad inserted two fingers into his mouth and began to moisten them with his saliva.

Kelly pulled down her jeans, and then her panties. A slender strip of blonde pubic hair ran down her slit, and the rest was clean shaven. The rest of the men grabbed at the erections forming in their pants as they watched.

Kelly sat on Chad’s lap, facing out, her legs spread displaying the folds of her pink pussy. Chad wrapped an arm

around her waist for leverage, then reached his other hand around and between her legs. He ran his fingers up and down her slit, occasionally pausing over her clit, causing her pale pink flesh to glisten with wetness. Kelly wasn’t shy about showing her pleasure. She had one arm up over her head, her fingers tangled in Chad’s hair, as she squirmed into his lap.

All thoughts of right and wrong fled Layla’s mind.

What she was witnessing was so hot, she couldn’t pull her eyes away, or close her gaping mouth for that matter.

Kelly moaned as Chad inserted two fingers into her pussy. He kissed her neck as he thrust into her. Kelly spread her legs wider, and started to rub her own clit as he fingered her. A satiny sheen of sweat covered Kelly’s stomach and legs. The forest was silent besides her moans that grew deeper the longer he fingered her.

Layla crossed and uncrossed her legs, feeling how slick her pussy lips were as they rubbed together. She’d always said she’d wait for the right guy to lose her virginity, but as turned on as she was right now, just about any guy would do.

Kelly’s cries of pleasure became more staccato, and came closer and closer together as Chad ground into her with his fingers. Then suddenly, she went completely silent.

Every muscle in her body tensed, then released, shuddering. Chad’s hand became even wetter as she gushed more pussy juice. Kelly relaxed and a gasp escaped her mouth.

Chad pulled his fingers out of Kelly’s pussy, waving them in the air to show how drenched they were.

“Success,” he said.

Kelly lifted her head, an exhausted smile on her face.

“Success,” she echoed. She laid back on Chad’s chest for a while, then started getting dressed. After she composed herself, she was ready to jump right back into the game.

“Who hasn’t gone yet?” Kelly said, scanning the crowd.

Layla’s face burned bright red. Something told her that her number was up. Sure enough, Kelly’s eyes landed right on her.

“Layla,” she said. “Truth or dare?”

Every rational bone in Layla’s body screamed for her to pick truth, but Layla wasn’t in a very rational mood.

“Dare.”

Kelly’s eyes widened with glee. Layla braced herself.

“I dare you to take your shirt and bra off,” Kelly said.

Though before Layla would never dream of doing such a thing, after what she’d seen, this dare seemed tame.

Layla took a deep breath and stood up. The group was quiet as she raised her shirt over her head, threw it on the ground, then unclasp her bra, letting her tits fall out. Layla had had D cups since she hit puberty. She usually hid behind baggy clothes, but there would be no hiding now.

“Nice,” Frank said.

Layla stood there, exposed in front of everyone. She wasn’t quite sure what to do next. She turned to Kelly.

“How many seconds?” Layla asked. “You never said.”

“Until I say. Now, take off your jeans and panties.”

Layla covered her chest with her arms. “I’m supposed to dare someone now.”

“I’m not done with you,” Kelly said. “Take off your jeans and your panties.”

Layla’s body stiffened. She looked around the group, and one person caught her eye. Frank eyed her, the look on his face ravenous. She’d never been desired before, never knew what it felt like. Right now, it felt good.

“Today, Layla,” Kelly said.

Frank followed her every movement as Layla undid her pants and pulled them off. Next, she hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her panties, let them drop to her ankles, and kicked them away. Her pussy moistened so much she thought juice would drip down her leg.

Standing there, completely exposed, and with nothing to hide, Layla had never felt so exhilarated. She barely noticed Kelly and the other girls laying blankets down on the cold ground.

“We’re still not done,” Kelly said, bringing Layla back to reality. “Lie down on the blanket.”

Layla wanted to ask where this was going, but knowing she wouldn’t get an answer, crouched down on the blanket.

“On your back,” Kelly said, and Layla obeyed.

Layla watched the clouds floating over the treetops, her large breasts resting on the inside of her arms.

“Spread your legs,” Kelly said. Her voice had lost its humor.

Layla drew her knees up, then let her legs fall apart.

There was mumbling from the group. Layla was so turned on, she yearned for someone to touch her.

“Frank,” Kelly said, and Layla tensed with delight.

Frank walked over to the blanket, and sat down beside her. He focused his deep brown eyes on hers, then Layla felt his cold hand on her thigh.

“She’s a virgin, so you’ll have to work her in a little,”

Kelly said.

Frank’s hand inched up her inner thigh. When he met her pussy lips, the coldness of his hand made it feel like her pussy was on fire in comparison.

“You’re so wet,” Frank said, low enough for only Layla to hear.

Layla could barely think straight. She’d never had a man’s hand anywhere near where Frank’s was now. With one finger, he separated her pussy lips, and went deeper

inside. Layla gasped as he ran his fingertip over her clit and applied pressure. Frank bent down and put his mouth to her nipple, sucking as he rubbed her clit.

“You have gorgeous tits,” he said.

Despite the brisk air, Layla’s body temperature was hot. She writhed on the hard ground underneath her as Frank massaged her clit. The sensations in her body were taking over, and she wasn’t the same old Layla who always worried about doing the right thing.

“”Michael, Anthony,” Kelly said.

The two men approached the blanket. Anthony crouched by her head, gently grabbed her arms, and pulled them up over her head. Despite how pleasant his touch was, Layla knew that she wouldn’t be able to move her arms if she tried.

Michael knelt between her legs, his hand joining Frank’s in her soaking wet pussy. He grabbed onto one of her bent knees, and with the other hand, slowly pushed two fingers inside of her pussy.

“Holy shit, she’s tight,” Michael said.

Layla’s back arched. At first, having fingers inside of her was uncomfortable. It wasn’t something she was used to. Michael began massaging her g-spot, and gradually, Layla relaxed, letting the pleasure gather in her pussy and collide with what Frank was doing to her clit. The electricity building inside of her was unlike anything she’d ever felt before.

“Go ahead, Frank,” Kelly said.

Layla almost pouted when Frank pulled his hand away from her clit, and the delicious feeling went away, but Michael quickly picked up the slack, rubbing her clit while fingering her. Frank stood up on his knees, moving closer to Layla’s head. Layla was so lost in the pleasure from Michael’s hands, she didn’t register Frank unbuckling his belt until she turned to see his beautiful, brown cock staring her in the face.

Her eyes widened at the sight. She’d never seen a cock in person, let alone this close. Frank placed his hand on the back of her head, scooted closer, and pressed the head of his cock against her lips. Without thinking, she opened her mouth, allowing Frank to push the head in. Layla tasted

the saltiness of his precum. His bulbous head was velvety soft on her tongue. She pursed her lips tight, making circles with her tongue. Frank groaned.

Down between her legs, Michael bent down, replacing the finger on her clit with his tongue, lapping up her juices, and flicking her beautiful nub, continuing to finger her.

Layla’s moans grew louder, and she felt herself begin to lose control. Frank shoved half of his cock into her mouth, prompting Layla’s very first orgasm to break loose, ravaging her body with ecstasy. She salivated all over Frank’s cock as her body shook with pleasure.

“Nice,” Anthony said, above her, a smile on his face.

Michael continued rubbing her clit as he climbed to his knees, then pulled his cock out on the other side of her head. Layla turned and allowed Michael to plunge his cock into her mouth. It only occurred to her for about a split second that sucking two cocks at once was less than proper behavior. She didn’t care. She was delirious with pleasure, and wanted more.

“Okay, Chad, go ahead,” Kelly said, her voice coming from some other realm, that Layla had forgot existed as she

went back and forth from Michael and Frank’s cocks.

Layla felt two hands firmly grasp the outside of her thighs. Looking up, she saw Chad between her legs, pulling his cock out of his pants. When she felt the head of his cock rubbing against the outside of his pussy lips, Layla was shocked back to her sense, realizing what was about to happen. She was about to lose her virginity.

“Wait,” Layla said.

Chad looked at her, startled.

“What about some protection?” Layla asked.

Anthony’s grip tightened on Layla’s arms. Chad laughed.

“We don’t use protection,” Chad said.

Chad leaned forward, thrusting himself all the way inside of Layla, and with that, her cherry was popped. Chad started in on her, pounding her with his cock, and Layla was lost again in pleasure. His cock filled her so much better than Michael’s fingers, and hit her right in the most sensitive spots. She resumed sucking Michael and Frank’s cock, devouring them while Chad fucked her relentlessly.

Even though this was her first experience with cock, she craved it, and wanted to be filled completely with it.

“If your pussy’s this tight,” Chad said, “I have to try that ass.”

“Huh?” Layla said.

But before she could say anything, Chad was lifting her ass off of the ground and positioning his cock over her asshole. Before she knew it, the head was in, and he was pushing the rest of his cock further inside of her.

Layla’s body clenched with a mixture of pain and pleasure. Michael reached his hand between her legs and started fingering her pussy again. This helped the pleasure overtake the pain, and become deeper, more intense. Chad was more considerate with her ass than he was her pussy, allowing her to get accustomed to his cock before pounding her harder, which he eventually did.

Layla shoved Michael’s cock further down her throat, making a tight seal of her lips as she ran her mouth up and down the shaft.

“Shit,” Michael said, and his body started to shudder.

A gush of cum shot into Layla’s mouth. She swallowed some, while a little bit dribbled out of the side of her mouth.

It was her first taste of the creamy, salty substance, and she had to admit, it was quite enjoyable.

Michael took Anthony’s place holding her arms, while Anthony quickly had his cock out and was advancing towards her mouth. When she saw the size of Anthony’s black cock, Layla hesitated for a moment, widening her eyes to take in the girth and length.

“Don’t be scared, baby,” Anthony said, dropping his heavy cock down on her mouth.

Tentatively, Layla opened her mouth, allowing her lips to be stretched by the head of his cock.

“That’s it,” Anthony said. “Nice and slow.”

As she was getting used to the size of Anthony’s cock, the pleasure from Chad’s cock in her ass exploded, and she came again, her moans muffled by the dick in her mouth.

“See, Kelly,” Chad shouted. “It’s not so bad.”

Turning back to Layla, Chad plunged back into her pussy.

“I’m about to fucking cum,” Chad said.

Layla wanted to tell him that she wasn’t on birth control, that he should pull out, but a big black cock was halfway down her throat, preventing her from speaking.

Suddenly, Chad groaned, and Layla felt her pussy fill with creamy cum. Chad thrust deep inside of her. Layla imagined the millions of sperm swimming straight up to her womb.

She wanted to jump up and scream, but Frank had her around the waist, moving her into another position.

Frank sat on the ground, his cock standing straight up.

He sat Layla on his lap, facing out, lowering her still gaping asshole onto this cock. Layla forgot all about her potential impregnation when Frank started rocking her back and forth on his cock.

She’d almost forgot about Anthony until he approached her, holding his giant black cock in his hand. He crouched down in front of her, angling his cock towards her pussy.

There’s no way it’ll fit, Layla thought.

Anthony eased his cock into her, and he and Anthony began rocking against her body, pounding both holes at once. Layla felt like she transcended her body to a state of

pure pleasure. She was out of control and loved every second of it.

The huge head of Anthony’s cock pummeled right into her g-spot, and Frank’s cock coming from behind massaged it even harder. Ecstasy was hitting her from all angles. Her body went completely limp as she came again and again.

Frank grabbed hold of her tits, burying his face in her hair as he grunted, and Layla’s asshole was filled with warm cum. Soon after, Anthony moaned, shooting a huge load inside of her pussy.

When the two men took their cocks out of her, Layla sat on her knees on the blanket, cum dripping from ass and pussy. It also covered her face and she still tasted it in her mouth. Kelly walked over, extending a hand to her.

“Welcome to the gang,” Kelly said, helping Layla up.