Brace yourself as Tasha begins to push inside your virgin pussy.

Paradise Breeding Farm, Rural Nowhere, at 10:30 AM on Monday, April 15th, 2024 (Day 1 of 7).

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Tasha's cock pushes forward, the pointed tip spreading your virgin lips apart. The sensation is impossible to describe—a pressure that builds and builds, stretching you in ways your body has never experienced. Your fingers dig into the milk-slick floor, searching for purchase, for anything to ground you as your pussy is slowly, inexorably, penetrated for the first time.

"Tight," Tasha whimpers, her voice breaking into desperate little gasps. "So fucking tight, I can barely—oh god—"

The dog girl's cock slides deeper, another inch forcing its way into your virgin channel. Your walls clench involuntarily around the intrusion, trying to reject it, but your soaking wetness betrays you. The natural lubrication your aroused body has produced makes the penetration possible even as every nerve screams at the unfamiliar fullness.

Kara groans above you, the vibrations of your muffled cry around her shaft clearly affecting her. "That's it. Take both of us. Get used to being filled from both ends, because this is your life now."

The demon futa pushes deeper into your mouth, her cockhead nudging the entrance to your throat. You gag immediately, your body convulsing, but she holds firm. Saliva drips down your chin, mixing with the precum leaking steadily from her slit.

"Watch me, honey," Bessie instructs, her voice strained as her fingers pump faster into her own dripping cunt. "Three fingers now, see? You need to learn how to stretch yourself. How to prepare for the big cocks."

Behind you, Tasha suddenly thrusts forward with more force, burying another three inches into your virgin pussy in one brutal stroke. The pain is sharp and immediate—a tearing sensation that makes you scream around Kara's cock. Blood mingles with your arousal, the proof of your lost virginity dripping down your thighs.

"Fuck, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Tasha babbles, but she doesn't pull out. Her dog girl instincts are taking over, her hips already pulling back for another thrust. "I can't help it, you're so tight and I need—"

She slams forward again, and this time she's buried to the hilt. You can feel her knot pressing against your stretched entrance, not yet swollen enough to lock inside you but already thick and intimidating. Her balls slap against your clit, sending sparks of unwanted pleasure through the pain.

"There we go," Velara calls out, now positioning herself behind Marina's raised ass. "Virgin officially broken. How does it feel, little manager? How does it feel to have your first cock splitting you open while you choke on demon dick?"

Across the parlor, Mira's desperate moans reach a crescendo. The gentle cowgirl futa slams into Clover one final time, her enormous balls drawing up tight against her body. "Cumming again, oh fuck, I'm cumming so much—"

Her cock erupts inside Clover's already-full pussy, adding another massive load to the pregnant cowgirl's stuffed womb. Cum gushes out around Mira's shaft in thick streams, the sheer volume impossible for Clover's body to contain. It splatters on the floor in obscene puddles, gallons of potential profit wasted.

Tasha begins to thrust in earnest now, her control completely shattered. Each stroke pushes deeper, harder, her pointed cock hitting places inside you that you didn't know existed. The pain is fading, replaced by something else—a building pressure, a heat that's spreading from your core outward.

"She's getting into it," Kara observes, her golden eyes fixed on your face. "Look at those virgin eyes glazing over. Your body knows what it's for now, doesn't it? It knows it was made to be bred."