Jane was twenty-years-old and still a virgin. It was shortly after midnight and the New Year had started a few minutes prior as she was lying on her comfortable bed and, unable to fall asleep, thinking about her sex life. To tell the truth, there was none. She was still a virgin and It appeared no man was going to be willing to make her a "woman" in the immediate future.
Jane was desperate. She wanted someone to make love to her, or rather, to fuck her into unconsciousness. She'd longed for the wonderful feeling of a big cock sliding in and out (hard) of her as it filled the depths of her slick pussy, but so far, she'd always had to be satisfied with pleasing herself by using her fingers or, in better case scenarios, a carrot or cucumber.
But she'd never managed to break her cherry and that was bothering her...a lot. She'd tried, many times, but she was afraid to push a little harder for fear of pushing too hard. She needed someone to do it for her. She wanted someone to break the damn thing and go deeper and deeper inside of her.
While lying on her bed, she was caressing her pussy with one hand and gently massaging her clit with the other. When she felt the wave of excitement rising, she quickly grabbed a prepared carrot and pushed it in (hard) and out, again and again. Her hand was working quickly with the long fat piece of vegetable as her other hand patiently massaged her clit.
That time, she wanted to finally manage breaking her cherry. She was pushing in and out as hard as she could, but she'd already started to cum and had to stop all of her movements and let herself relax.
She angrily threw the carrot as she swore.
"Damn! I'll probably never get rid of that bloody thing!"
An hour later, she finally fell into a very restless sleep. She had nightmares about ending up as an old, fat, grumpy woman who'd never had sex with a man and whose cherry was still unbroken, no matter how hard she'd tried to change it.
******
Jane awoke with a start. The sun was rising and she could hear her mother saying good-bye to her father before she left for work even though it was New Year's Day.
"Wonderful! Now I'm going to spend all day with him while listening to what I should've and shouldn't have done."
She knew her father was strict about many things. When she didn't keep the house clean, he'd spank her as punishment—she did enjoy it, though. Not to mention how much she suffered when she didn't have perfect school results or arrived home late.
Jane sighed and laid her head back on the pillow as she remembered her unbroken cherry and thought, 'Now I have a different problem.' She was becoming very obsessed with that.
"This must stop! This time I'm going to push as hard as I'm able to. I'll do that!"
Jane found a condom in her purse and carefully put it on the fattest and longest banana they had.
"Maybe it'll work better with that."
Then she laid back on her bed and put a small firm pillow under her ass. She opened her legs (wide), slid her hand over her trimmed tuft of brown hair, and started massaging her clit, again. She hated doing it under the duvet because it was quite uncomfortable, but what if someone came in? She wouldn't have any chance to hide what she was doing.
As she pushed the banana in, and tried to work it in and out several times, it became more uncomfortable.
She uncovered herself.
"To hell with everyone!"
She hoped no-one would come in.
"They never do when I'm under the duvet. Why would they now?"
It made sense.
Not caring about pain, she was pushing as hard as ever, that time, and it started to work. She was able to go a bit deeper, but still felt a barrier. Her hand was working very fast. She would manage it that time.
She smiled.
"Yeah, I'll do it!"
Then the door opened and her father, not aware of his daughter, yet, walked in and saw her. As she laid there, with her legs spread (wide), she was sliding a banana in and out her wet pussy. She didn't notice him, at first, because her eyes were closed tight.
After a few seconds, she became aware of someone's presence, slowly opened her eyes, saw him, and quickly slipped under the duvet with the banana still deep inside of her.
Her father couldn't help himself as he continued to stare at her with astonishment. He could smell the sweet scent of her pussy filling the room, much like her knickers that he loved to sniff when he found them in the dirty clothes hamper. Or, as in the past, her school uniform with the short skirt that made him hard because he wanted to push it up her thighs, slide her knickers to the side, and lick her pussy.
The situation started to be quite exciting for him and his cock was hard and pulsing in his pants. He hadn't "had" his wife for almost three years because they'd grown apart. But no, he couldn't think of it. After all, she was his daughter! He thought, 'but she has a perfect body and that beautiful cunt of hers!'
Before he was about to leave, he said.
"I wanted to ask you something, Jane, but—never mind."
