First Times: Nine Tales of Innocence Lost (21 page)

I fiddled with my newly beautified hair and looked at the floor. “I can’t. I’m only nineteen.”
 

“I won’t tell if you won’t,” she said.
 

I shrugged. Why not?
 

Her and Dave’s house was in a regular neighborhood. People don’t really do picket fences anymore, but if they did, Dianne’s house would have them. The place wasn’t a sex dungeon. It looked like my grandmother’s house. I sat in her kitchen and she poured me a glass of wine and one for myself. Dave waved to me from the living room.
 

I took a sip of wine.
 

“What are you studying again?” she said.
 

“Biotech.”
 

“Ah. Sounds complicated. Any plans after school?”
 

“Grad school, I guess,” I shrugged. “Ph.D. Eventually. I have to get in somewhere, first.”
 

The wine was, ah, strong. By the time I finished a glass I felt a little woozy. Then she poured another.
 

She touched my arm as I drank.
 

“Say,” she said. “How would you like to spend the night?”
 

“S-spend the night?” I said.
 

“Sure, pet,” she said, stroking my fingers with her nails. “This won’t change anything. You don’t have to have accept, but I brought the idea to Dave and… we’ve always wanted to share a virgin. Teach her. What do you think?”
 

 
“Teach me what?”

“Pleasure,” she said, sliding her sharp nails up my arm. “There’s a lot we could show you.”
 

My heart pounded in my chest. Was she asking what I thought she was asking? I couldn’t stop staring at her. I downed the second glass of wine and let my head swim.
 

“Okay,” I said.
 

“Come down stairs with me. Dave!”
 

She took my hand and led me through the kitchen.
 

The rest of the house was normal. The sex dungeon was in the basement. It was dark, but in a calm, cozy way, not
 
dank. Plush carpet under my feet, and a big bed with red satin sheets in the middle of the room, among other things. Dave and Dianne apparently tested a lot of their inventory at home.

“I think you’d look cute with this,” she said, lifting something from a side table.
 

She handed it to me, and with a hard swallow I took the spiked choker and put it on, buckling it behind my neck. It was just tight enough around my throat to really feel it.

“I want you to keep that, and wear it around for me. Can you do that?”
 

I nodded, feeling it tighten as my neck flexed.
 

Dianne came up to me and touched my shoulders, then my cheeks. “I need you to take off your clothes, honey. Everything. Can you do that?”
 

I stripped out of my sweats, but my hands went shaky when I was down to my underwear. Dianne stepped behind me and undid my bra and peeled the straps down my arms, and pulled it away. My heart was pounding so fast I could barely stand it. She slipped her fingers in my panties at my hips and worked them down, slowly, until they dropped to my ankles and I stood exposed, in the cool air. Then, I guess, it was her turn. I swallowed and watched in one of the big mirrors. She peeled off her t-shirt in a single motion. Her body was perfect, toned like a gymnast. Her breasts were about the only place that wasn’t covered with tattoos- flowers and vines all around her middle and on her back, and up both arms. Above her chest, stretching over her breasts, was a rose with wings and a halo, with David and Dianne Forever in a legend beneath it. Her nipples were pierced, of course, with little barbells. She bent slowly and seductively to wriggled out of her leather pants, and as I expected she was bald, though her legs and her thick ass were bare of tattoos themselves, except for vines and roses around both ankles and on her feet. When she slipped out of her shoes and padded across the carpet to me, I just stared.
 

“You’re beautiful,” I said.
 

“Thank you.” She tilted her head to the side and brushed my loose hair over my shoulders. “Put this on.”
 

She handed me a blindfold.
 

“What’s this?”
 

“It’ll help with the nerves, and heighten your sensations. I’m going to blow your mind. No one will ever make you cum like we do.”

I shivered. I couldn’t believe I was doing this, but I let her tie the blindfold around me. She stood in front of me as she did it up, close enough that her breasts brushed mine as she moved. The movement was casual, innocent, and made heat flare between my legs. Her skin was silk smooth and cool to the touch, but her breath was hot. She took my hands.
 

“Over here.”
 

I stumbled a little, not being able to see and all, and almost pitched forward on my face when my legs hit the edge of the bed. I couldn’t believe this was actually happening. Dianne steadied me with a hand on my shoulder and guided me onto the bed. I went to lay on my back, but she stopped me and turned me on my stomach. I spread on the smooth cool sheets, shaking like a leaf. I had a good buzz, but I was freezing cold and acutely aware of my nakedness and hers, even though I couldn’t see her. I rested my head on the pillow, turned sideways, and Dianne’s fingers brushed my cheek as she adjusted the blindfold.
 

“No peeking.”
 

I gasped when she rested her hands on my back. Gathering up my hair in a cord, she laid it out to the side and sat down beside me, leaning over to clasp her hands on my shoulders and started working her fingers into the muscles around my neck. I let out a soft little purring sound of approval, followed by a squeak as her strong, quick hands squeezed and stretched out a knot in the muscle.
 

“You’re under a lot of stress,” she said.
 

I nodded. She kept rubbing, and though there was nothing sexual in it, my heart sped up and I felt desire flutter between my legs. Her fingers and palms kneaded my shoulders until the muscles were putty and then moved down, spreading, twisting and kneading my back. It hurt, at times, but it was a good hurt. Wherever her hands passed the tension melted away and I spread out on the bed in a puddle, breathing slowly and enjoying her warm hands. As she worked nearer to the small of my back, she suddenly lifted up. Her sharp nails brushed the soft skin my ass just for a moment before she hopped down the bed and took my calf in both hands and continued the massage. Then she worked up my thigh, squeezing and groping, working closer and closer to the junction of my legs, before she pulled away and started up the opposite leg.
 

When I thought she would finally slip her fingers between my legs, she jumped down the bed and lifted my foot onto her lap and gave me the best foot rub I’d ever had, then the other.
Now
I thought as she let my foot rest on the bed, but she moved to my side and caressed my arms, sliding her hands over mine, twining our fingers together. By the time she finished the other arm she’d touched me everywhere but
there
. Then she pulled away completely.
 

Only for a moment. She swung her leg over and sat on the back of my thighs, squeezing my legs together with her own. Her legs were powerfully muscled, sinuous, and warm. She put her hands on the small of my back and leaned forward, slowly, lightly running her palms and fingertips and nails up my back. Her touch spread over my shoulders and back down again, then up once more, touching slightly different places, drawing electric lines of arousal across my skin. Her nails slid down my sides, tickling the very outer curves of my breasts, and my nipples tightened to hard points as I gasped for breath. As she leaned over me, her hair fell around her and traced over my back. My breathing quickened as her cool hair slid over my body. Dianne sat up again and ran her nails in swirls over the peach soft skin of my ass, and I jerked under her, thrusting my backside towards her.
 

“Shhhh,” she said. “We have all the time we need. There’s no hurry.”
 

She did it all again, until I was whimpering with need, my hands squirming towards my body on their own. She caught my wrists.
 

“Almost. Turn over.”
 

As Dianne lifted off, I rolled onto my back. She took my wrist and something soft and leather closed around it, tight.
 

“What are you doing?”
 

She already had my other wrist. “Tying you down.”
 

“Why?”
 

She ran her nails down my stomach and I fought off laughter from her tickling.
 

“Relax, Alex. I’m not going to make you do anything you don’t want to.”
 

I let her tie me up. First my wrists, then my ankles. I was lying on the bed, spread eagled. Then the massage started, a deep tissue rub on my thighs first, loosening up the last tension in my body. She fluffed the pillow under my head and then her nails started moving lightly back and forth over my collarbone. I shuddered as her fingers traced between my breasts, down and out over my sides, then came back up again to slide up over the outer curve before her fingers lightly pinched my nipples. I felt her breath on my skin before her soft, warm lips closed around my nipple and sucked so hard it stung. I gasped and jerked and she pressed my breast together, working her tongue and lips all over the soft skin as she cupped and squeezed. I was desperate now, writhing on the bed, thrusting my hips in the air, desperate for a touch between my legs.
 

Sensing my urgency, she touched me. Her finger circled lightly around my hard clit, just a bare touch, and I almost screamed. It was no relief, it only made the desire worse. She ran her finger between my folds.
 

“You’re sopping wet,” she said. “Here. Let me kiss it and make it better.”
 

I groaned as she shifted down the bed and settled between my legs. She stroked my thighs first, with her fingers and then her long nails, before she lightly teased at my folds with her tongue. Her every touch and movement was expert, perfect, driving me to greater and greater heights of arousal. Her tongue pressed at my entrance before dragging roughly over my clit, moving all around. I squirmed and bucked and sometimes she gave what I wanted and sometimes she just teased, and I started to build towards a peak, but it was like she could feel it as well as I could and pulled back, letting it fade before working me up to the plateau again. It felt so good it made me grit my teeth. Then she pulled away and slid over me, moving on all fours. Her nipples grazed my belly, and her silky hair spread over my skin. She lowered her weight on top of me, pinning me down, and put her arms around me.

Dianne kissed me. Lightly at first, then deeply, and it felt like hours. I could feel her heart pounding against me and when she moved she left slickness on my thigh from her own arousal. She broke from the kiss and traced her lips up my jaw to my ear.
 

“Do you want to take a cock?”
 

“I don’t k-know,” I stammered. “I’m a little scared. Will it hurt?”
 

“Maybe,” she purred, “but it’ll be so good. Dave has been watching us the whole time. He sees you right now.”
 

“He d-does?”
 

She nodded, her chin grazing mine. “He doesn’t even have to touch his cock. It’s so hard and big and thick for you, and you’re just lying here all tied up, waiting and ready. Your pussy is so hot and pink and wet. Are you ready?”
 

I nodded.
 

“Lie still.”
 

She moved again, this time shifting around behind me. She slid under me, cradling me against her warm body, resting my head on her chest, and put her arms around me, just below my chest. I could feel her husband coming closer, like there was heat radiating from his cock in waves. He touched me, his hands warm but rough where hers were soft and silky, and grasped hard, squeezing, teasing. He groped my hips, rubbed both hands up my stomach and then squeezed my breasts, hard. My throbbing pussy begged for him, and Dianne held me down as he moved between my legs and pressed forward. I felt his hard cock against my thigh, and then the moment when its head and hardness touched my lower lips.
 

Then he thrust inside.
 

It hurt. It stung, and the feeling of something so big and hot moving into my body was so intense I could barely stand it. It was like being torn open, but… good. He went slow, building the pressure until my body opened and accepted the head of his cock, and then the long thick shaft came sliding after. I felt his breath on me as he opened me up inch by inch, his heat flooding into my body. Finally he settled on top of me and planted a soft kiss on my forehead. His scratchy chest hair tickled my breasts, his hard stomach moved against me, and his cock throbbed huge inside me, too big to fit. It felt so good I wanted to cry, even if it hurt.
 

“You’re fucking my husband,” Dianne purred in my ear. “I should be jealous.”
 

“I’m s-sorry, I thought-“
 

She laughed, high and bright. “Isn’t she adorable? It’s okay, dear. You can fuck him if you promise me something.”
 

“What?”
 

Her voice went low in my ear. “Don’t be quiet when you cum. Just let it out. David, fuck her.”
 

He started to grind, rolling his hips, and my back arched as I felt him moving inside me. I squirmed and writhed, my body fighting and welcoming the sensation at the same time. I wanted the blindfold off. It made everything five times more intense, every movement, every touch and sound and hot breath on my sweat-slick skin. The more he moved, the more pain faded. It was so big, so hard, I couldn’t understand how it felt so good. Dianne moved her hand between our bodies, her fingers sliding around his cock, teasing my lips, and I shuddered and squirmed against her, straining at the restraints.