Chapter 7: The First Cherry
As I helped Rachel into the car, she went out of the way to give me a nice view of her pussy. On the way home, she was quiet for a while, but she soon broke the silence by saying, "We agreed on no permanent marks."
"They aren't permanent," I said. "The holes will close shortly after you remove them."
"You are crazy if you think that I will be giving these up when this is over," she said with a smile. "These are on for good!"
"Ahhh, well then, that's your choice," I told her. I thought for a moment, and then I added, "Of course, I may remove them from you before our time is over, which would mean you would have to get re-pierced if you wanted them back." I could see her shiver in her seat.
We both remained silent until we got back to her house. I stopped at her front door and kissed her lightly on the lips. "Go inside," I told her. "Go upstairs, straighten up your room and strip naked. Then I want you to go to your mother's room and get her tripod, camcorder and the longest blank tape that you can find. Set up the camera facing the bed, press the record button and get onto the bed. Then wait for me.
"Don't play with yourself. Don't touch your pussy. Don't fondle your new rings. Just wait. When you hear me coming up the stairs, you will know that I am coming to take you. When I walk into your room, I want you spread on the bed, your legs wide, offering yourself to me. Do you understand?"
"Yes," she whispered as she nodded. I gave her another little kiss and pushed her into her house. I walked back to my house, and Michelle was in the living room, practically bouncing up and down with excitement.
"I saw you pull up! Janice called me, but tell me everything that happened," she said eagerly. Part of the deal that we made was that she would help me, and in exchange I would tell her everything. She would be a partner with me in the Humiliation and Degradation of Rachel Miller.
I sat down and told her everything, in as much detail as I could. My story was punctuated by gasps and exclamations from Michelle. It took about ten minutes to finish telling the story, and Michelle was squirming in her seat by the end. I could only imagine what Rachel was feeling, lying in her bed right now.
"You had her set up the filming of her own deflowerment?" she asked. "You are truly an evil genius!"
"I try my best," I responded with all humility. "Well, I think she's waited long enough. I'm going to head over there to do my duty."
"Hah!" Michelle exclaimed. "Your duty! As if you won't enjoy it!"
"If it must be a duty, I might as well enjoy it," I replied. "I suppose you are going to be waiting quietly to hear all the gory details?"
"Fuck no!" she cried. "Your big sister is going to go upstairs and find her biggest dildo and fuck herself senseless for the rest of the night! But you'd damn well better come and find me first thing after you get home in the morning!" She reached over, gave me a kiss on the cheek and marched upstairs towards her bedroom. As if what awaited me next door wasn't enough to get my engine revving, now I had the image of my sexy sister plowing her cunt with a big dildo bouncing around in my brain. I sighed and headed back to Rachel's house.
I had been lying on my bed for hours. First, he had me prepare my room for my de-virginization. Then I had to walk through the house, nude, to get my mother's video camera. That was embarrassing on so many levels! I had never walked through the house with no clothes on before. Then I had to go into my mom's room and wander around naked. Finally, I had to retrieve and set up the video camera! Jeff was going to tape himself taking my virginity. And probably, based on what he had said earlier, taking all three of them!
Then there was the waiting. I didn't know what he was doing or where he was. All I knew was that I was wet and waiting and he wasn't there. It had to be at least six hours, despite the clock telling me it was only fifteen minutes. Have you ever tried lying on your bed, horny as can be, and unable to touch yourself. I wanted to cheat, and then I would look up and see the unblinking red light on the video camera. I knew that if I touched myself I would be punished. Was it worth it?
Then I heard it! I heard footsteps on the staircase. Jeff was coming for me! This was it! The door opened and Jeff walked in. I stared as I saw my first real-life erect cock. Jeff was gloriously naked and scarily huge. "He's going to kill me with that," I thought. There is no way it would fit even if he was gentle and worked it in slowly, but I knew he wouldn't be doing that. He was going to take that bat between his legs and he was going to shove it into my stomach through my cunt. Oh god, what had I gotten myself in for?
Jeff walked to my bed and said, "Are you ready for me?"
"No!" I screamed. "You won't fit in me! I changed my mind. I don't want to do this!" And yet, the only sound that came out was my quiet, "Yes," as I nodded my head.
Jeff crawled between my spread legs. He didn't bother with much foreplay, and none was needed. I could feel my juices dripping between the cheeks of my ass as my pussy couldn't hold onto the overflow. I was practically hyperventilating already.
Jeff looked down at me and said, "This is your very last chance."
I knew what he was offering, and I wasn't interested. "Please, Jeff, fuck me. Take me. Rape me. Make me yours!" He reached down and took my new rings in his fingers. It wasn't a gentle tug; it was a sharp pull that sent pain coursing through my nipples right down to my pussy.
He grabbed both my hands in one of his and held them above my head. He reached down and positioned his cock at my pussy, pushing it so that the head was just slightly inside. He then reached up with his free hand and gently stroked my face, and then he slapped me! Hard!
"That was for not giving yourself to me before this," he said, as he simultaneously pulled on my left nipple ring and slammed his cock through my cherry. My hymen must have been pretty thick, because it hurt like hell, but it didn't even slow him down. He buried himself in me in one stroke, then pulled almost all the way out and did it again. He wasn't waiting for my pussy to stretch to accommodate his huge cock, or for the pain of his entry to go away. He was fucking me so that I would remember that I'd been fucked. His right hand continued to hold my hands above my head, trapping them, while his left switched between nipples, pulling and poking.
I would have thought that between the sharp pain of my nipples and the ache of his cock slamming into me, the slap he gave me would have faded to nothing, but it didn't. I could feel it sharply, as if his hand were still there, and the combination of all the feelings - the face, the nipples, the pussy, the thought of being Jeff's slut ñ it all did what Jeff had intended, and I was cumming by his third stoke.
I don't know how long Jeff lasted; given the buildup of the day, it couldn't have been long. But however long it was, I was cumming the entire time. All the different feelings faded into one huge ball of pain and pleasure exploding from my clit. It reminded me of films I'd seen of nuclear explosions, where the sound goes on and on. It was one sustained explosion, and I felt nothing and everything, until at last I felt his cum splashing my pussy. With all the pain and pleasure that I was feeling, I again thought that something as inconsequential as a little splash of fluid in my vagina would pass unnoticed, but it was like the detonator on the last explosion in me; it triggered the cum that finally took me over the edge and caused me to collapse to the mattress on the verge of unconsciousness.
Jeff collapsed on top of me and I could feel him as if from far away. I could feel him pressing my nipple rings into my chest; I could feel his heartbeat pounding against me; I could feel his hot breath on my neck. He stayed that way for a minute, and then rolled off of me. I could feel his cock slithering out me as he pulled away, and I could feel the gush of fluids that tried to follow him.
Jeff lay on his back catching his breath, and then he pulled my head under his arm. I snuggled into him, trying to make sense of the feelings that were coursing through me. Feelings of pleasure. Feelings of pain. I could see that my wrists would be bruised where he had been holding them, and I could feel the throbbing in my nipples. My pussy felt battered and abused, and I could see the red-tinged juices on Jeff's cock that showed I was bleeding.
But most of all, I felt satisfied. Satisfied in a way that my masturbation had never provided me, not even when I was using clips and needles and all the other things that I did to make myself cum. Satisfied in a way beyond physical pleasure. Satisfied more than I ever thought I could be.
Satisfied, yet hungry. I could see that Jeff was not yet ready for more, his cock shrinking to reasonable proportions. But I was ready. I was ready for anything that Jeff wanted of me.