First Times： Nine Tales of Innocence Lost(36)

Slowly, she drew out of me and rolled onto her back. The strap on jutted up from between her legs. She was flushed and sweaty, covered in a fine sheen of moisture. My pussy throbbed, aching from the urgency of her thrusts. I was no longer unspoiled. I felt womanly, feral. I wanted to do it again.

Very got up and walked over to Brad.

“Clean it off,” she said.

Without arguing, he started sucking the dildo, then cleaned it off with his tongue.

“This is the last time you’ll taste her pussy, so enjoy it.”

When she was finished, she stepped back.

“Now, get up. It’s time to learn your place.”

She cut the duct tape with the scissors and got him up and threw him over the bed, bent over the edge, and pulled him back.

“Don’t be a bad boy and try to touch the bed with your cock. You don’t have my permission to cum yet, bitch. Cammy, give me the lube.”

I tossed her the tub of lubricant. She bought it, before we booked the room. Doctor Dionysus’ Special Blend. The label said “You’ll Love it in the End”. Vera screwed off the cap and slopped the creamy lube on the strap on. Then she put the tip between Brad’s cheeks, and gripped his head by the hair.

“Take it, bitch.”

He shoved the dildo into his body all at once, so fast it made me gasp and wince. Brad just moaned, and his cock bobbed under him, swaying in empty air. I swear, as she pumped him from behind his cock got even harder, his balls so tight they looked like they would burst.

“Touch him,” she said, “but don’t make him cum.”

I got on my knees beside him. “How about a handy, Brad?”

“Please,” he begged, “I need to cum.”

“Not yet,” said Vera. “Touch him.”

I touched his balls with one finger, lightly circling over the skin. They were hot. This felt good. I liked dominating him.

“She’s not even fucking you as hard as she fucked me, you pussy,” I growled, not knowing where the words came from.

I took my thumb and forefinger, lightly, and circled his shaft with it, then began sliding my grip back and forth, back and forth. His dick pumped, tightening and arching in my grip, and more precum appeared on the tip.

“Stop,” said Vera. He’s close. Get the feather duster.”

The duster was on the bed, big feathers dangling from the end. Brad whimpered as I lightly moved the feathers around his cock, stroking back and forth as Vera fucked him so hard her hips slapped against his ass. A throaty moan burst out of him and I drew the feathers back. Vera pounded him and his cock arched up against belly and he cried out, and a thick streamer of cum hit the carpet, then another, and another, and another. It shout out with such force that it hit with an audible sound.

“More feathers.”

I stroked him again with the duster, moving the feathers over his balls as more cum shot out. More than I thought was possible. I kept going, until his moans turns into whimpers and he tried to pull away, only driving his ass against Vera harder, taking the strap on deeper. She leaned over him and fucked, until she thrashed and cried out and fell backwards, landing on the carpet, right on her butt. Brad slid up onto the bed and went limp, curling up into a ball, breathing hard. Vera slowly got up and undid the strap on, grunting as she pulled the thick bulb out of her body. She tossed it on the bed next to Brad.

“That’s the first time you’ve mad me cum in six years.”

“I’m sorry,” he moaned.

“Are you sorry for fucking her?”

“I’m sorry for fucking her,” he moaned.

“What about the one before that, and the one before that?”

“I’m sorry, “ he pleaded. He was blubbering now, openly weeping. “Please don’t leave me, honey. I love you.”

I was already taping up his legs. With his arms behind his back and his ankles bound, he couldn’t get up. I could, though. I stood up, walked over to Vera, and kissed her. She caressed me all over with her soft hands, and pushed my face down. I suckled at her breast while she spoke.

“I think I like this,” she said. “I should have been born with a cock.”

“Mmmm,” I managed, not taking my mouth from her nipple.

“Get dressed, sweet.”

I pulled away from her and strutted to the bathroom, putting a little extra bounce in my step, mostly for Brad. I needed a hot shower. Badly. Vera came in a minute later, and joined me.

“We’re soaping each other up, Brad!” I shouted.

We were, but I was too sore to get frisky. I just leaned on her and let her soap me up.

“Say it,” she whispered in my ear. “I’m the best boyfriend you ever had.”