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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M, Multi
  Fandom:
      Jurassic_Park_(Movies), Jurassic_Park_(1993), Lost_World:_Jurassic_Park_
      (1997)
  Relationship:
      Ian_Malcolm/Original_Female_Character(s)
  Character:
      Ian_Malcolm
  Additional Tags:
      Underage_Sex, Consensual_Underage_Sex, Unplanned_Pregnancy, Pregnancy,
      Pregnancy_Kink, Lactation_Kink, Lactation, Breasts, Nipples, Nipple_Play,
      Nipple_Licking, First_Time, Teenagers, Older_Woman/Younger_Man, Premature
      Ejaculation, Threesome, Moaning, Dirty_Talk, Breeding, Male_Pleasure,
      Virginity, Loss_of_Virginity, Loss_of_Control
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-05-20 Words: 2295
****** Ian Park - Alice and the Teenagers ******
by Rated_Ian
Summary
     This scene is set almost a year after the ladies arrive at Ian Park.
     They enjoy well-established relationships with the adult Ians and
     Ewans and can go on dates with the teenagers. Every October 22, any
     guy who turns sixteen gets to lose his virginity to the lady of his
     choice. But the waiting is the hardest part, especially for a young
     Ewan in whom Alice has taken a special interest.
Notes
     "Ian Park" is an island populated by clones of Dr. Ian Malcolm. The
     result of an experiment gone awry, Ian clones of varying ages live in
     a tight-knit community. When sisters Laura and Alice are stranded on
     the island after a storm destroys their boat, they are reliant on the
     previously isolated locals. The Ians (and their identical-twin
     brother clones, Ewans) have never had access to women before, and
     soon they and the visiting ladies hit it off. It's not difficult for
     Laura and Alice to decide to stay.
     We will do a prologue chapter or two for this to set up the story, as
     we plan to make this into a story series/universe. But for now, just
     enjoy a snippet of what's to come. Unfortunately, Ian Malcolm doesn't
     belong to us.
The day I woke up with that swelling, tingling feeling in my breasts, I knew.
Soon there’d be another baby on the way.
Not that it was much of a surprise. It had been a couple of months since I'd
stopped breastfeeding; the same time that coincided with when I'd started
sneaking around with my Ewan. Technically, we weren't supposed to fuck until
his 16th birthday in a few months' time, but on a date one thing had led to
another. He'd fallen and stayed asleep that night with his head on my chest,
gently and languidly suckling a nipple until he drifted off to sleep.
Bring a buddy, I texted him.
Obliging as always, Ewan brought a buddy— a nervous young Ian who avoided my
gaze when he nodded hello. I gave Ewan a kiss, and he pulled me in for a hug
while managing to cop a feel.
"Ah, ah, not yet," I scolded him playfully. "Come on, you know what to do."
Ian looked a bit confused as Ewan shouldered past him, making a beeline for the
bedroom. "I, uh—"
"Don't be shy." I moved so that our faces were almost touching. He froze, and I
leaned in and kissed him softly on the lips, pressing my chest against his at
the same time. When I pulled away, his eyes were saucer-wide. I smiled and took
him by the hand, leading him down the hallway following Ewan's path.
I giggled when I found Ewan already sprawled out on the queen-sized bed, his
shirt unbuttoned. His eyes shone with anticipation, and as soon as I climbed on
to the bed and pulled Ian in with me, Ewan reached for the hem of my top.
I pushed his hands away. Disappointment crossed his face momentarily, but his
expression changed when I pulled off my shirt in one quick motion. The bra I
wore was new to him; the size larger was more comfortable for my swollen
breasts. Ian, who'd been squirming a little on my other side, stilled and
stared as well.
Within moments, Ewan's hands were busy at my back as he undid the bra clasps.
Pulling the garment away from my body, both breasts barely had time to bounce
against my chest before Ewan had taken the right nipple into his mouth while
greedily grasping onto the left breast.
"Ahhh..." Involuntarily I closed my eyes and tipped my head back, but quickly
brought myself back to reality. "N-no, sweetheart," I breathed as Ewan squirmed
against me, his tongue lapping insistently against my hardened nipple. The
little guy knows exactly how to push my buttons. The intense sensations were
setting off fireworks in my brain, making it difficult to concentrate.
"It's only fair... You gotta share... With Ian." As soon as I got the words out
in between moans and sighs, Ian moved his body alongside mine, and Ewan
reluctantly let go of my left breast. I groaned softly when Ian began to nuzzle
it, feeling its smoothness against his soft lips. He looked up and caught my
gaze, making sure I was looking as he ran his tongue over the hardened bud,
roughly following Ewan's lead. "Ohhhh..." I groaned, and relaxed my body
against the mattress. Both boys immediately moved to compensate, unwilling to
lose contact between our bodies. I'm certain it was not by accident that I
could feel both erections pressing against me; their quick arousal stoked my
desire, but I wanted to enjoy this for as long as possible before satisfying
them.
Glancing down, I watched the two curly heads as they moved intently. Ian's
touch was gentle; he favoured soft kisses around the nipple, occasionally
pausing to lick the hardened bud with light, fluttery strokes. He'd suckle for
a moment or two before going back to nuzzling and kissing, whimpering happily
and smacking his lips.
By contrast, Ewan's touch was much rougher. He teased the nipple, closing his
lips around it and suckling, then flicking it with his tongue. I groaned; the
swelling from the pregnancy had made them more sensitive than ever. Suddenly,
Ewan stopped his movements, and at the same time I became aware that my right
breast felt very slick.
I caught Ewan's eyes as he stared at me open mouthed, his lips shiny and wet.
His gaze was half-lidded and he was panting heavily. "Oh, Alice..." His voice
was rough. As soon as I caught the distinctive scent on his breath, I felt my
face warm up. I started to apologize, but before I could, Ewan shifted his body
and began to move himself into position between my legs. Ian was pushed aside,
and he yelped in surprise when his concentration was broken.
Well, it stood to reason that this was turning Ewan on so much. More than once,
he had confessed to being sorry that he'd "missed the chance" for us to be
together when I was still producing milk.
Both Ian and I gasped when Ewan entered me with just one quick thrust. "Ahhh,"
he moaned, his eyes rolling back in pleasure. "I-I'm s-so sorry," he whispered,
starting to move his hips quickly. "I-I just n-needed you s-so bad. I couldn't
w-wait any longer." His eyelids fluttered closed and he groaned, dropping his
head against my shoulder and moaning into my neck as his hips pumped away with
long, urgent strokes.
I turned my face to Ian's and observed that he was watching intently, his hand
below his waist, stroking himself. "C'mon, baby," I whispered. "It'll be your
turn next." At that, Ian's eyes widened. Quickly, he sidled back up to me, his
hand moving up to cup my breast and gently pinch the nipple with his thumb and
middle finger. "Yess, that's it," I sighed.
"Mmmphh...mmmmnnnhhh..." Ewan moaned against my breast. He was suckling with
unselfconscious abandon, arching his back so he could get as deep inside as
possible— he knew how much I loved that, and it had the desired effect of
making me moan with pleasure. When I felt his movements become sharper and
harder, I knew he was soon going to explode.
"Oh yes, sweetheart, that's it, that's so good..." Ewan paused his thrusting
for a couple of seconds and lifted his head to kiss me hard on the lips. I
could taste the milky sweetness on his tongue, and I moaned a little as he
pulled his lips apart from mine. When he moved his head down again, I groaned
loudly and squeezed before he could start thrusting.
"Ahhh! Ohhhh A-Alice—" Immediately he tilted his hips and pushed himself
further into the warm wetness, the head brushing against that deep, sensitive
spot. I managed to squeeze him, hard, one more time before he could move; when
he did, it was with the shallow, rough strokes that meant he was close. "Ohh,
you m-make me c-crazy Alice... I-I'm s-sorry, I w-want to last for you, b-but I
c-can't hold b-back—"
"It's okay, sweetheart..."
"Ah f-fuck!" Ewan's cries became gasping breaths as he arched his back and held
still except for his hips, which pushed into me eight or nine times as he came.
From the way he gripped my shoulders and trembled, I could tell it a was huge,
satisfyingly voluminous climax. Finally, Ewan's movements slowed and he dropped
himself to lay half on my right side and half off, nuzzling his face against my
breast.
I kissed the curls at the top of his head. "Good?" I grinned, burying my face
in his hair. I got a whimper and a soft kiss on the side of my breast in
response. His breathing slowing, Ewan relaxed his body even more against mine,
in sharp contrast to the buzzing ball of nerves that was Ian on my other side.
Turning to Ian, I caught his gaze and grinned, raising my eyebrows
suggestively. "Want some of what he got?" I dropped my eyes as I whispered, so
he'd know I saw how much he wanted me.
Needing no further invitation, Ian's hands were on me immediately, as he moved
his body onto mine. Still all slackened muscle and post-coital tranquility,
Ewan allowed himself to be nudged off of my right shoulder with barely a
whimper in protest.
"Good boy," I encouraged, locking my ankles around his. "You want it like
this..." Punctuating my sentence with several pelvic thrusts, I squeezed Ian's
hardness between our bellies. He gasped at the sensation and momentarily lost
his bearings. Undaunted, he steadied himself quickly and, limbs quivering in
anticipation, lined himself up so that the swollen, slick head was gently
pressed against my lower lips. His gaze returned to mine, his eyes dark with
desire.
"Yes."
"Just the way I like it... Mmm..." I shifted so that my ankles rested hooked
against Ian's butt, opening myself and inviting him in. Closing his eyes and
biting his lower lip, Ian concentrated hard and I felt him prodding insistently
against the warm slickness at the top of my slit.
I grasped hold of Ian's hardness and lightly ran my thumb over the pulsing
head, earning a wanton moan. "Oh God, oh Alice—" I felt him throb in my grip as
I found the right angle and guided him to where he needed to be. He panted and
his shaky limbs tensed as he made several tentative, exploratory thrusts,
penetrating no further than just the head. Finally, he gave in to the cresting
urges and let powerful instinct overcome his nerves.
"Ohh—ohh—ohh—ohh..." Ian's moan was ragged as he slowly slid himself into me. I
suppressed a giggle as I imagined that, somewhere behind the fireworks going
off in his mind, Ian was realizing for the first time what the goddamn fuss
about sex around here was all about.
My thoughts were interrupted by a stirring on my right side. Ewan lounged close
to Ian and I, one arm tucked under a pillow, propped up for a better view of
the action. He was visibly aroused and idly caressing himself, but as he
watched his friend gasp and bury his face into my neck with his first few
thrusts, a flash of jealousy crossed Ewan's face.
"Mmnnnh, that's it, sweetheart," Quickly, I turned my attention back to Ian. I
pulled his face towards mine and kissed him hungrily, darting my tongue into
his mouth. "I just want to feel you deep inside me like this for a bit."
Unable to speak, Ian groaned softly in response. For a few moments he lay
still, acclimating himself to the nearly overwhelming soft wetness that begged
him to thrust, thrust, thrust. I couldn't resist teasing him. As gently as I
could, I squeezed my inner muscles. Immediately, Ian's body quivered against
mine, and he gasped. I caught his gaze— eyes half-lidded, brow furrowed as he
concentrated on holding out against the onslaught of pleasure.
"How does that feel?"
"Unnnnnnhhhhhh..." Ian moaned as he withdrew and thrust in deeply again,
savoring every sensation. "S'good, s'good... So good."
At this, I felt a tug at my hair. "Hrmm—" Ewan had taken a fistful of my hair,
grasping it in a firm fist.
Before I could react, Ian crushed his lips against mine and shifted so as to
pin me down. Breaking the kiss, he dropped his face against my shoulder and
flexed his hips, having found a particularly pleasurable angle. In an instant
he was fucking me with furious, fast strokes, grunting every time the sensitive
head brushed past the teasing cervix.
He could not have gotten past fifteen or twenty thrusts before he reached the
point of no return. "Ah-AHHHHH!" Catching him off guard mid-thrust, a sharp,
electric peak of pleasure seized him and he froze with his back arched,
gripping my shoulders as if for dear life. Finally, he gave into the
irresistible instinct to release himself as deep inside as possible. "AAAH!"
Thrust. "A-AAAH!" Deeper thrust. "A-AHHHHH—" The moan became a sobbing sigh as
the urgency ebbed away. Ian melted into my arms, breathing heavily. I pulled
him close and kissed his ruddy face, helping him to come down.
"Good?" I kissed the tip of his nose. He gazed back at me, still breathing
hard, and managed a crooked smile and nod, before nestling his head between my
head and shoulder. He draped a long leg over mine and his hand wandered up my
belly, coming to rest at and cup my breast.
"Alice..." Ewan's soft murmur was yearning as he cuddled up to me; like Ian, he
arranged his body so as to maximize contact with bare skin. Ewan didn't bother
with the pretense of snaking his hand up my torso—he grabbed the nearest breast
without hesitation, cupping and fondling it lovingly. Once Ewan had happily
settled, I turned to each boy and nuzzled the top of their heads. "Thank you,
Ian, Ewan. You guys have made our evening wonderful." I yawned, and Ewan raised
his face to mine for a kiss, catching my gaze as he pulled away.
I love you, he mouthed silently, his eyes darting momentarily towards Ian's
form.
I held Ewan's gaze for a moment, then leaned in and kissed those pouty lips
softly. Ewan pulled away and curled his body around mine, resting his head on
my upper arm and shoulder. He cupped my breast and brought it to his face,
closing his mouth around the puffy, rosy mound so he could drift off as he most
favoured.
"Goodnight, sweethearts," I whispered. As I closed my eyes, my mind began
replaying scenes from the previous hour. Ewan was soon fast asleep, but he
stayed suckling my swollen, tingly breast, stubborn and loving as always. I
smiled to myself, lulled to a deep sleep by the guys' steady breathing.
LMM
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