First Times： Nine Tales of Innocence Lost(50)

“Truth or date,” she said.

“Dare,” I whispered.

“Suck my nipples.”

Hitching up the bed, she slid her arms around my head and brought her ample chest to my face. My lips closed around her nipple and she made a little gasping sound as I sucked, tightening my lips around the hard, fleshy pink mound in my mouth. As I sucked I flicked with my tongue, then pressed, tasting. She was so sweet and soft, and my face buried in her cleavage was amazing. She twisted a little, and her whole body jerked as her nipple pulled out of my mouth. I quickly found the other one and she rolled onto her side, pulling me with her. Soft, almost purring sounds bubbled out of her throat.

She pulled away, writhing on the bed, and pulled me into a kiss, her breasts pressed against me through the thin fabric of my shirt. She pushed me onto my back and threw her leg over me.

“Truth or dare,” she said.

“Is it my turn or yours?”

“I dare you to take off your top.”

Giggling softly, I wriggled out of my shirt, and she reached behind me, undid my bra clasp, and slid the straps down my arms. I felt slight and flat beside her, but she kissed me warmly, softly on the lips. Her lips were like velvet, her tongue warm and moist as it slid into my mouth. She kept the loose bra lying on my chest, slowly pulling it away as she worked her way down my throat, leaving a hot, wet trail down my neck, over my collarbone. The bra came away and she tossed it aside and took my nipple in her mouth. She sucked so hard it verged on pain and my nipples stiffened instantly. She spread kisses all across the chest.

“Sorry,” I muttered.

She licked the beads of sweat from between my breasts and looked up at me with smoldering lust. “About what?”

“I’m not… bigger.”

“You’re perfect,” she murmured, “Your breasts are just the right size. Don’t be silly. Truth or dare?”

“Dare,” I said.

She slid up. Sweat slickened her body and her soft breasts slid over my chest. Her face filled mine, her hair draped around us both in a thick honey curtain. “I dare you to cum for me.”

Her fingers deftly unbuttoned my slacks, and I helped her shuffled my pants down my legs until I kicked out of them. She laid on her side, molded to my body, and slid her hand into my underwear. I tensed up until she softly kissed my shoulder.

“I won’t hurt you. I’ll be gentle.”

“Promise.”

She put her other arm around me and traced her finger along my slit. Cold shocks ran down my legs. I’d never felt the touch of another person down there before. She moved her finger back and forth, wetting it with my arousal, then pulled it up and lightly circled my clit as she turned my head to kiss me. Her mouth tasted like the wine and her finger worked lightly over my folds, my arousal building by the second. I was started to sweat hard, my forehead and back and chest tingling, and her breathing quickened. I slipped my hand down her belly and into her underwear and felt the heat and wetness there. She shook her head, breaking the kiss.

“No, let me do you. Lie still for me and let me make you feel good. Please.”

“Okay,” I whispered. “I think you should have a turn.”

“When you’re done.” Her grin was vulpine, predatory. “I’ll teach you some tricks, okay?”

I nodded and she kissed mer, her tongue sliding over mine as her finger worked into my pussy. She moaned into my mouth as her finger wriggled inside me. She pulled away.

“Does it hurt?” She said.

“No,” I said. “Should it?”

Her hand moved slowly, her palm brushing my clit, making my breath hitch as she worked her finger inside me, softly probing until she found a spot that made me jump and rubbed it softly.

“My first time did,” she said. “Want me to tell you about it?”

“Um, truth,” I said.

She smirked and rested her head on my shoulder and held me while she moved her finger inside me. “I was nineteen. Does that surprise you?”

“A little.”

“He wasn’t my husband. He was my manager, when I worked at the modeling agency. He came to me and told me if I wanted a job I had to service him.”

“Did you?”

“Yes,” she said. “I put his cock in my mouth and he came. It was disgusting. That wasn’t enough. He bent me over his desk and fucked me right there. I bled and cried but he didn’t care.”

“Was it like that with your husband?”

She shook her head. “No, he made love to me. He was gentle, attentive, he made me cum every time, but it was hollow. He loved me. I just couldn’t love him back. I felt so awful for hurting him. He was desperate for me to give him my love, and the more desperate he became the worse I felt until I told him the truth.”