First Time Chapter 2



The following day I quickly cleaned the apartment as I was expected to, I had showered and even shaved all the hair off my pussy like I had seen the girls in the magazines. I pulled on the shortest blue jean cut offs I had and a bikini top. The anxiety of Steve coming home and wondering what we would do made me wetter by the minute. I could literally feel my pussy slips rubbing together as I walked and my shorts, I knew, were completely wet.

I finally sat on the couch and patiently waited, resisting the urge to play with myself. Finally, I heard the keys in the door and my heart began to race. The door opened and Steve walked in, he closed the door and locked it, then smiled a devilish grin. He motioned for me to follow him upstairs and I did.

He looked me up and down; you can take those off, he said, going to the dresser, opening a drawer and pulling out a camera, and several pieces of lingerie dripping with either lace, nylon or feathers. After I took my clothes off, Steve motioned for me to come over where he was.

“I bought these for Janice, but when she wears them all I can think about is you. So you’re going to give me a fashion show.” He said before sliding his tongue into my mouth and kissing me, while placing my hand on the front of his pants so I could feel his massive bulge aching to get out.

“You’ve been driving me crazy all this time, you better make it good.” He ground out, slapping my bare ass and thrusting me toward the bathroom.

I dressed in the first set of lingerie, which consisted of a piece of elastic around the hips, and elastic going between the legs for the crotch and a white tuft of marabou feathers right above the slit of the pussy as the bottoms and a top that had nylon triangles with tufts of white marabou feathers over the nipples.

I walked out of the bathroom and stood there in front of him awkwardly. Steve looked at me hungrily, then began to snap pictures and gave instructions. I posed as he directed, finally getting over the awkwardness and enjoying having my picture taken. After putting several negligees on I reached the last one, which was a black lace panty without a crotch and a lace bra with the nipples exposed.

Steve instructed me to lay on the bed and spread my legs. I did as I was told, running my fingers up and down my wet pussy slit while I played with my hard nipples.

“Mmm. Yeah that’s a girl. Does that feel good?” he asked, coming over to me and unzipping his pants and pulling his hard cock out. He put my hand on it and began stroking it back and forth, letting a groan slip from his throat.

He began rubbing my clit gently and slowly, grabbing the back of my head and pushing his cock into my mouth. He groaned loudly as he thrust his cock as far down my throat as he could. The further he pushed his cock down my throat, the tighter he held my head and the wetter my pussy got. Once his fingers were soaked and slick from my juices, he pulled his meaty sword out of my mouth and replaced it with his fingers.

“Yeah. Suck your juices off baby.” He whispered, “Does it taste good?”

“Oh God yes. Can I have more?”

He obliged me, rubbing my clit and pussy slit faster and harder, forcing his cock down my throat once again, then putting his fingers in my mouth as he’d done before.

I had never tasted my own pussy juices before then, but I quickly realized I liked the taste of it as much as I liked the taste of Steve’s cock in my mouth.

He started to thrust his cock in my mouth harder and faster and his balls started to jerk, he pulled his cock out, held my head and instructed me to jack him off with my hand while he shot his cum all over my face and tits. The warm splotches of white cum felt good on my cool skin as I heard the camera snap several times.

I started to get up off the bed, but Steve pushed me back and spread my legs.

“We’re not done yet little girl. I’m going to eat this virginal pussy of yours.” He said as he positioned his head between my legs and began to lick me.

My hips bucked in surprise. I never knew this feeling existed. His tongue was warmed and wetter than my fingers and I grew wetter with every lick. His tongue went in my pussy and over my clit, barely nipping my clit with his teeth over and over again. I raised my hips and bucked, but he held my hips fast and parted my pussy lips.

I finally felt the pent of arousal I had been wanting, and with a deep intake of breath I let it out. I gave a small scream and ground my pussy into his face as I buried my hands in his hair and held his face to my wet and sobbing cunt.

“Oh God lick it baby. Lick my fuckin’ cunt.” I screamed. I couldn’t get enough I didn’t want him to stop, and then I finally gave one last buck of energy and then let him go.

He stood up, walked into the bathroom, splashed water on his face and dried it, then looked at me.

“From now on, keep your pussy shaved, I want you to use Janice’s dildo to pop that cherry of yours and be prepared to be treated and fucked like a slut.” He demanded, pulling me into a standing position, kissing me hard and then thrusting me toward the bathroom and slapping my ass again.

“Take that stuff off, put it in the bottom of the top drawer and go take a shower.” He said, walking down the stairs and out the front door.