A Fertile Brat for his Birthday | free bimbofication story

For my husband’s fortieth birthday, I wanted to do something really special for him, and I knew just the thing, or should I say, just the brat.

I’d given Natasha piano lessons for five years now, since she was thirteen years old. She was my worst student by far. She never rehearsed or took her lessons seriously.

Instead of listening to my instruction, she only wanted to complain about her strict mother and talk about how much fun she was going to have when she went away to college next year.

Natasha was attractive in a young, innocent kind of way. Her shoulder length dark hair framed her cherubic face. The low cut tops she wore showed off her massive, yet perky tits. I’d seen Sam’s eyes on her chest, and she did too, which she loved.

Despite her tough attitude, I knew she was a virgin.

She’d confided that to me during one of her more vulnerable moods. Sam had been walking past the piano

room at the time. He stopped in his tracks, his ears pricked in attention. A second later, he kept walking.

Sam was a man of particular tastes. He had a fetish for young virgins, and the possibility of impregnating them.

All it took was a quick search of his internet history to find this out. His greatest fantasy was to pop some young girl’s cherry and fill her full of his baby making sperm.

I was such a good wife that I was going to make sure that happened. Lucky him.

The night before his birthday, I revealed his surprise.

I’d prepared veal parmesan, his favorite, and opened one of our vintage reds. We clinked glasses before digging in.

“This is delicious,” he said. “But it’s not even my birthday yet.”

I swirled the wine around in my glass. “This isn’t your surprise. You’re getting that tomorrow.”

“Oh,” Sam said, putting his fork down, his attention rapt.

“Do you want to know what it is?” I smiled, coyly.

“Does it have something to do with the new lingerie I saw in your closet?”

“Something,” I said. “There’s one of my students, Natasha. Do you know the one?”

Sam played dumb, looking up at the ceiling. “I’m not sure. Refresh my memory.”

I played along. “Brunette, hair down to here. Huge tits. Pale, soft thighs you’re dying to get between.”

Sam blushed red. “What are you getting at?”

I couldn’t contain my excitement. “That’s your surprise.”

“I still don’t get it,” Sam said, cautiously.

“You get to pop her cherry. You’re going to spread that virgin wide open, and pound her until she’s dripping with your cum.”

Sam just stared at me, slack jawed.

“And,” I continued. “I’m pretty sure she’s not on birth control.”

Sam gulped. “You’re okay with this?”

“You deserve something special for your birthday. I’ll be there the entire time, making sure she pleases you just right.”

I sipped my wine, watching him over the rim of my wineglass. He was silent, staring down into his plate, like he couldn’t possibly believe his luck. Slowly, a smile spread over his face.

“I fucking love you,” he said.

Before I could answer, he was up out of his seat. He grabbed my hand, and I spilled a little wine on the table.

“Leave it,” he said, before rushing me off to the bedroom.

He threw me down on the bed and ripped off my clothes. Starting at my feet, he mauled me with his tongue, tasting every piece of me. Between my legs, he plunged his face inside of my pussy lips and licked my clitoris. With his tongue broad and hard over my pulsing clit, he inserted two fingers into my pussy, fingering and licking simultaneously.

I was soon gushing wet, and on my way to cumming.

Sam knew my body and my signals so well, he knew just how to touch me, when to go hard, when to back off, and how long to tease me before pushing me over the edge.

As I came, I gripped the sheets. He continued thrusting his fingers inside of me, intensifying the orgasm.

My cries of pleasure rattled through the house.

He came up to kiss me. I tasted my sweet pussy on his lips. His hard cock was against my thigh. I shimmied my hips until the head was poised at the entrance of my pussy.

He wrapped his hands in my hair as he eased himself in.

Sam had a huge cock, and after so many years of marriage, I still needed to adjust to his size in the beginning.

I was soaking wet, so it slipped in easily, but I still felt myself stretch. Once the entire shaft was inside of me, he started thrusting, slowly.

After a few moments, he’d spread me wide enough to accommodate his huge cock, and he started fucking me harder. I wrapped my arms around his broad shoulders, digging my fingers into his flesh.

“Fuck me like you’re going to fuck your virgin,” I said into his ear.

Sam paused for a moment, then I felt the heat in his body rise. He pounded into me once, so hard my body rattled. He pounded again, and again, picking up speed and strength. Reaching back, I grabbed hold of our headboard while his cock plundered my pussy, showing no mercy.

He filled me so full, I was soon bursting with ecstasy. I screamed as I came, my legs wrapping tighter around his body. He continued fucking me relentlessly. He was like an animal. It had been ages since I’d seen him like that.

“Are you going to cum inside of her tight pussy?” I said. “Careful, you’ll get her pregnant.”

Sam picked up speed. His breathing was deep and heavy next to my ear.

“Show me,” I said. “Show me how you’re going to fill her little womb.”

“I’ll show you,” he said, his voice low. “I’ll fucking show you.”

His last thrust was so hard, my head nearly went crashing into the headboard. His cock was deep inside of me when his cum shot into my pussy. I was soon filled with the warm, creamy substance. When Sam got off of me and lay beside me, I felt it leaking out onto the sheets.

“Our virgin’s a lucky girl,” I said.

The next day, Natasha arrived ten minutes late to her lesson, as usual. I greeted her at the front door wearing my short, pink silk robe and nothing underneath. As I opened

the door for her, the top of my robe hung open loosely, showing the sides of my fleshy tits. Natasha stared at me with her eyes wide.

“Sorry,” I said, ushering her in. “I didn’t have time to dress.”

Natasha brushed it off, trying to hide her surprise.

“That’s okay. I love how casual you are Mrs. Simmons.” She wore a white blouse with the top several buttons left undone. The tops of her breasts heaved with each breath.

Her black skirt was so short, I was sure it violated her school dress code.

I helped her take off her of her backpack, subtly spreading the top of her shirt open to show more of her tits.

Looking at her pale, soft flesh, I knew Sam would be pleased. I was getting wet myself, thinking of the events to come.

Natasha started walking towards the piano room.

“Wait,” I told her. “Have a seat.” I sat on our plush couch and patted the place next to me. “You’re getting older now. I feel like we barely have time to chat.”

“What about the recital?”

“There will be time for that. Sit.” I made sure my robe draped over my thighs just so, so that from the right angle, she could see my shaven pussy. “Would you like something to drink? Coffee. Wine?”

“Wine?” Natasha said, laughing in disbelief. “You know I’m only eighteen, right?”

“Oh, I know, but come on. You’re a grown women. Sit and I’ll pour you a glass.”

“Okay, sure.” Natasha excitedly sat down next to me.

“I’ll be right back,” I said, patting her leg, the tips of my fingers reaching slightly under the fabric of her skirt.

Sam was sitting at the bar in the kitchen. “How’s it going?” he asked.

“Perfectly,” I said.

I poured a large glass of sweet white wine, then went over and kissed Sam on the cheek.

“Just wait for my signal,” I said. I nibbled on his earlobe. “Get that cock hard for us,” I whispered in his ear.

Back in the living room, I handed Natasha her wine, then sat down next to her closer than before. The young

virgin stared at the wine, smiled, and brought it to her lips, taking a large swallow.

“Good?” I said.

“Really good,” she said.

While she drank, I spotted Sam watching us through the crack of the kitchen door. I wanted to give him a good show.

“So,” I said, rubbing her arm and letting my hand linger. “Are you seeing anyone?”

Natasha shook her head with a mouth full of wine, then swallowed. “No, I was seeing this one guy.”

“What happened?”

“He was so immature.” Natasha rolled her eyes. “I can’t wait to get to college and meet grown ups like me.”

“It’s better to have a man with experience. Tell me, this immature guy, did he give good head?”

Natasha nearly spit out her wine. “What?”

“I’m sorry, I thought you were mature enough for that kind of talk. My mistake.”

“No, no, it’s okay.” Natasha looked flustered. “Actually, we never did anything like that.”

“Nothing?” I said. “What have you done with a guy?”

Natasha shrugged, her face blushing a sweet pink.

“Not much. This one guy felt my tits once.”

I started laughing. “Are you serious? What are you going to do with mature guys in college if you don’t have any experience?”

Natasha stared into her wine glass and shrugged.

I took the glass from her and set it on the coffee table.

“I’m your teacher. I can help you,” I said.

I reached over and started unbuttoning her shirt. My hand grazed against the soft, doughy flesh of her breasts.

“What are you doing?” Natasha asked.

“I’m teaching you.”

I opened her shirt, revealing a pink bra with a little bow in the middle.

“I’m not a lesbian,” she said.

I scoffed at her. “Really, Natasha. You shouldn’t be so naive.”

Glancing towards the kitchen, I saw Sam’s gaze on us.

I shot him a smile, then cupped my hands under Natasha’s heavy breasts. Her breath stopped.

“Very nice,” I said. “These will get you far, but not far enough.”

I started to pull the straps down. One sweet brown nipple was exposed when she stopped me.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

“I’m just shy,” she said, covering her chest with her arms.

“There’s no need to be shy. Here, will this help?” I opened my robe, letting my own breasts fall out. Natasha was quiet in her shock. I took her delicate hand and placed it on my breasts. As her soft hand grazed my nipple, my pussy got wetter.

“See?” I said. “Give them a little squeeze. There.

That’s not so bad.”

She let her arms fall away from her chest, and I continued exploring. Reaching around her back, I unclasped her bra, letting it fall away completely. Her huge tits were beautiful. I happily grabbed two big handfuls.

“Gorgeous,” I said. “Have you ever had your nipples sucked?”

Natasha shook her head.

“You must try it. It feels so good.” Without asking, I bent forward, wrapping my mouth around her nipple.

“Mrs. Simmons?”

“Hmmm,” I said, my mouth full of her.

“This is so wrong,” she said, but she didn’t stop me.

When I tweaked her nipple with my teeth, she even let out a small moan. I tasted the other nipple, so they were both wet and hard. I came up and put my mouth to her ear.

“Do you feel that in your pussy?” I said.

She nodded, her breath staccato.

“I told you,” I said. “I have another question for you.

Are you shaved?”

“I don’t know, what do you mean?” she said.

“You have so much to learn,” I said. “Look.”

I spread my legs apart, revealing my smooth shaven pussy. I was so wet, my hairless lips were glistening.

“Men like that?” Natasha said.

“They do. But men like pussy, shaven or not. Show me what you’ve got going on down there.”

I parted her knees for her, then reached up, grabbing the top of her panties. She lifted her ass off of the couch,

helping me pull them off of her. Her pussy was covered with light brown fuzz. I could just see between her pussy lips to the pink flesh inside, and could tell she was very wet as well.

“Very nice,” I said.

When I reached between her legs, running my fingertips over her slit and spreading her wetness to the outside of her pussy lips, she let out a little whimper. I spread her apart, so I could see her gorgeous young clit, engorged with desire. I looked into her eyes and smiled as I nudged it with my fingertips. Her expression was a mixture of disbelief and desire.

I continued exploring, slipping my fingers down to the entrance of her pussy where her wetness pooled.

Moistening my fingers in her slick juices, I brought them back up to her clit and rubbed lightly. She was starting to squirm on the couch.

“Mrs. Simmons,” she said, breathless. “This is so wrong.”

“That’s what makes it feel so good,” I said.

I applied more pressure to her clit. She arched her back, grinding into my touch. With the other hand, I reached up to her tits, pulling on one nipple until it was elongated and stiff. A moan originated deep in her chest, and escaped off of her soft lips. The harder I pressed, the more she responded, gripping the fabric of the sofa.

Her movements suddenly became more spastic and I knew she was about to cum. I rubbed faster and harder, working her into oblivion. Her back arched and she became very still. I could tell from the tight look on her face that she was cumming. I stroked her lightly, guiding her through the orgasm. Goosebumps broke out on her upper thighs. She relaxed into the couch, her eyelids heavy.

“Oh my God, I can’t believe that just happened,” she said, pushing the hair away from her eyes.

“Isn’t it amazing what are bodies are capable of?” I said. I slipped my fingers down her slit. “You’re so much wetter now.”

I played in her wetness for a few moments, then slipped one finger inside of her. Her untouched flesh clenched snugly around my knuckle.

“Very tight,” I said, then glanced towards the kitchen door. I could tell Sam was about to jump out of his skin.

“Is that a good thing?” she asked, sheepishly.

“It is,” I said. “Here, have some more wine. It will relax you.”

Keeping one finger in her pussy, I retrieved her wineglass from the coffee table and brought it to her lips.

She looked so young when she opened her mouth to swallow.

“Good,” I said, tipping the glass until it was emptied.

“Sam,” I called. “Could you bring us some more wine?”

“Sam, your husband?” Natasha sat up, trying to shoo my hand away from her pussy. I held firm in my position.

“It’s okay,” I said, and started to massage inside of her. She melted under my touch. “We’re all grownups here.”

Natasha’s eyes grew wide and wild as the kitchen door swung open. Sam walked in holding the wine bottle, his huge erection visible through his pants. He sat the bottle on the coffee table in front of where we sat, both nearly naked, my finger inside of the virginal Natasha.

“You remember Natasha, right?” I said.

Sam smiled broadly, his gaze on her young body. “I do. How are you, Natasha?”

“Fine,” Natasha squeaked.

“We were having the most fun conversation about boys and stuff,” I said, while Sam poured more wine. “In fact, it’s a good thing you’re here. Natasha’s going to college next year, and she has no experience with boys.” I thrust my finger into her pussy. Her wetness was beginning to flow down my finger to my hand.

“Is that right?” Sam said. He sat down on the other side of her. “It’s a good thing you have such a wonderful teacher.”

“But there are things even I can’t show her,” I said.

Natasha’s eyes darted between the two of us.

“Natasha, darling, have you ever held a cock in your hand?” I asked.

She shook her head.

“Sam, would you mind showing her yours?”

“Not at all,” Sam said, and began pulling his pants down.

“Mrs. Simmons, that’s your husband,” Natasha said.

“I know he’s my husband.”

Sam now had his cock out. It stood straight up, massively tall.

“Now, you have to remember, Sam’s a bit bigger than most boys,” I said. “First of all, you’re going to need some lube.”

I withdrew my finger from her pussy, gathering all the wetness that I could, then wrapped my hand around Sam’s thick cock, moistening him from base to head. His cock was as hard as a rock. I knew he was very turned on. I took Natasha’s hand, guiding her over to my husband’s cock. She reticently wrapped her hand around the shaft. With my hand on hers, I showed her how to stroke up and down. Sam groaned, resting his head on the couch behind him.

“See, just like that,” I said.

I took my hand away and she stroked on her own.

Watching her look up at Sam innocently while she stroked his cock turned me on so much I had to touch myself. I felt how soaked I was when I spread my pussy lips and started rubbing my clit. I sighed in satisfaction at an itch finally being scratched.

Sam and I shared her tits, squeezing, nibbling and biting. We shot each other conspiratorial glances over the mountains of flesh. I spread the lips of Natasha’s pussy open so Sam could slip his fingers into her slit and feel how youthful, taut, wet, and ready she was. I rubbed myself harder, feeling the tingling intensify. I grabbed onto her tit hard and buried my face in her sweet smelling hair as I came.

Now that I was taken care of for the moment, I turned my attention back to Natasha and Sam. My husband was thrusting into her hand, guttural moans coming from his throat. I put my hands on hers, pulling it away from Sam’s cock.

“Every girl should know how to give good head,” I said. “They won’t tell you that in school.”

Natasha looked down at Sam’s intimidating girth, then back at me.

“He’s too big. I don’t know if I can get it in my mouth,”

she said.

“That’s what I thought at first, but trust me, you can.

Lick your lips. Get them nice and wet. Good.” I gathered

Natasha’s hair and held it at the nape of your neck. “Open up, nice and wide.” I gently nudged her head down to his lap.

Sam adjusted himself, causing his cock to swing back and forth. When Natasha’s soft lips hit the head, Sam’s eyes rolled into the back of his head. Natasha opened her mouth, welcoming him into the wet warmth. She got the entire head in her mouth, then tried to say something, but her voice was muffled.

“What was that?” I asked.

Natasha came up and the cock flopped out of her mouth. She gasped for air. “He’s too big,” she said.

“Nonsense, just relax your mouth and throat,” I said.

Sam stood up on his knees on the couch on the couch so Natasha wouldn’t have to bend down so far. Again, I eased her mouth down onto his cock. Once the head was in, Sam slowly pushed the shaft in. Natasha’s eyes were watering, but she didn’t give up. Sam placed his hand on the back of her head as he slowly thrust in and out of her mouth. I pulled on Natasha’s nipple, making them stand out

straight as she took more and more of Sam’s cock. She made a small choking noise only once.

“Very good,” I said, stroking her hair.

I reached up and grabbed Sam’s tight balls as he fucked that virgin mouth. Despite her protests at first, I could tell Natasha was starting to enjoy it. She sucked vigorously. I knew the feeling, how you think at first that you’ll choke on his amazing girth, but as you run your tongue over the velvety smooth skin your pussy starts to cry out for him.

Sam’s breathing was loud and heavy. I could tell he was enjoying it a little too much. I didn’t want him to blow his load in her mouth, and miss out on filling up her pussy.

“You’re really getting the hang of that,” I said. With a hand on either side of her face, I pulled her off of my husband. “Are you ready for the next lesson?”

“What’s that?” Natasha asked.

By this point, her eyes were so wild with desire I knew I could get her to do anything.

“You need to get that cherry popped before you go off to college,” I said.

“Is it going to hurt?” she asked.

“Only at first. Now, lie down,” I said.

Taking her by the shoulders I laid her down on her back. Sam stood over her, his raging cock in his hand. I pulled apart Natasha’s legs, putting her pussy on display for him.

“Feel this,” I said, taking Sam’s finger and slipping it inside of her, causing her to moan. His eyebrows lifted when he saw for himself how tight she was. Quickly, he positioned himself between her legs, his cock poised and ready.

Natasha lifted her head. “Mrs. Simmons? What about some, um, protection?”

“Don’t worry. We’re both clean,” I said.

“Okay,” Natasha said, her voice small. “But I’m, um, not on birth control.”

Sam’s face went wild at the mention of that. I could see that he was ready to plunge into her.

“Don’t worry about that either. Just lay back and enjoy it. It’s all going to be okay.” I turned to Sam and mouthed,

“Happy birthday.”

With that, Sam stuffed the bulbous head of his cock into her impossibly tight pussy. Natasha bit her lip, her eyes squeezed shut. Wrapping both of his hands around her tits, he pushed himself in further.

“Ah,” Natasha said. “It hurts.”

“Just relax. It gets better,” I said.

Sam continued to ease himself into her. Staring at the blissful look on his face, I had to touch myself again. I sat behind Natasha’s head and opened my legs wide. Grabbing one of her tits, I slipped two fingers inside of my pussy while I watched my husband fuck the virgin.

When her cries of pain turned to moans of pleasure, Sam gradually picked up speed and intensity. He lifted her legs up and spread them open, going deeper into her. I found my g-spot and rubbed hard, my eyes never wavering from them. Sam pounded between her legs, softly moaning with each thrust.

“Oh God,” Natasha said. “Oh, God, yes.”

Ever in tune to a woman’s pleasure, Sam fucked her even harder, sending her into orgasm. As she came, her head rolled back and I saw her eyelids flutter from the

pleasure. Then, Sam looked at me with a wicked smile. I nodded my head.

That’s it baby, take your present, I thought. Shoot her full. Knock her up.

He laid down on top of her, crushing her breasts under his chest, their faces inches apart, then started ramming that tight pussy with his monster cock. Natasha squirmed wildly beneath him, screaming with pleasure edged with pain. I fingered myself harder, feeling myself getting closer to the edge.

Sam plunged his cock as deep as he could inside of her. I came intensely watching his face twist in pleasure. I knew he was shooting his warm, creamy cum right up to her womb. He stayed still inside of her, pumping out every last drop.

“Hey,” Natasha said. “You didn’t pull out.”

Sam opened his eyes, smiling languidly at me, then got up off of the deflowered virgin. I walked over and stood beside of him, admiring the sight of Natasha’s pussy, dark purple from its initiation, leaking Sam’s cum onto our couch.

“You got me pregnant,” she said, sitting up.

Sam and I turned to each other.

“You’re the best wife,” he said.

“Anything for you. Happy birthday, darling.”