First Performance

Christy was sat on her bed amidst an ocean of all her clothes, trying to decide which outfit she was going to completely ruin. It was the next day, early in the morning, and after a somewhat foreshortened pep talk from Hel on the phone, she was going to try and put together a suitable attire to go out in the town. Helena had insisted she needed to find an excuse to dare venture out or she wouldn’t dare, and like falling asleep on the way up a mountain, she’d likely stay cooped up until she either starved or someone came to rat her out.

Finding a reason to go outside was no great problem. Christy already had to go replenish her groceries as nearly everything in her cupboards was running low, at least a week overdue. There wasn’t even enough to last more than a day, and she certainly didn’t want to go to the student restaurant instead.

Helena had been quite positive Christy would not get as much attention as most women in town since she was considerably less generously endowed than average. Normally she liked to boast about her small breasts, as she could rub into her friends’ faces how unlike them she would never get unnecessary back problems, and never got tired just from carrying her own weight. Now it was a curse. After showering, she’d contemplated her naked form in the mirror, trying to visualize all the different clothing possibilities, and trying to find one where she wouldn’t stick out like a sore thumb. The effort was in vain, she always looked like a pixie no matter what. Bright orange curls with a stubborn inclination towards volume made sure of that. There had to be at least a dozen or so dudes who would take one look at her and think to themselves ‘I must fuck a faerie at least once before I die’. In a city saturated with buxom, regal and warrior type female bodies replete with curves and muscle, the demand for something smaller had to be substantial.

It wasn’t like she had much choice anyway. Unless things miraculously changed back to the way they were, sooner or later she was going to have to brave the type of situations the new social order promised to put her in.

She got to work, finally taking the dedicated pair of scissors chosen for the task, and grabbed the first thing her other hand landed on. It was a hoodie her father had gifted her shortly before he died, a gesture of friendship at the last minute. She couldn’t defile that. She threw it off the bed and let her hand wander randomly again, only to open her eyes on another item of sentimental value. It was just a generic pullover, but it’d been among the first particular batch of clothing she’d bought for herself, with money she’d earned by herself, as opposed to anything leached off her family and friends. It was hers, and a part of her in a way nothing else was. But she stopped herself when she was about to chuck it across the room to join the hoodie.

She wouldn’t get anywhere if she just found an excuse not to proceed with each different item. After counting down from five, she plunged the sharp end of the scissors into the front panel of the garment in hand. With way too much **** in the thrust, it narrowly missed stabbing her arm on the other side. From there she started cutting and tearing industriously.

Now clothed in her new attire, Christy returned to the mirror and cringed. The absence of any substantial breast tissue to display under the two holes in the chest gave her a headache, but that wasn’t the worst of it. She hadn’t noticed when she’d walked out of the shower fully nude, but now trying to conform to the new standards, she realized even her pussy would be out of place. She kept it shaved, pink inner labia dangling conspicuously.

It was time to go, at any rate. In what pockets hadn’t been excised as collateral damage she put her money and ID and stuff, grabbed a backpack for the actual groceries, and set out to leave her apartment. She was about to open her front door when it occurred to her she hadn’t seen anyone but herself all morning. What if the sex craze was over? She would be a deviant yet again. She rushed to her nearest window, rolled up the shutter, opened it, and poked her head out to see the street below.

The first thing she saw was the man from the night before, the one who had gawped at her when she arrived home, with the huge pendulous penis. He was standing on the pavement on the opposite side of the road from her building, jerking off, and staring right at her. Slamming the window shut, she jumped back inside, and stood still, forcing slower breaths through her lungs.

Alas he was still there when she emerged into the street, even after a good twenty minutes battling with the anxiety and downing not one but two pick-me-ups to help her keep from shaking. Cock still in hand, he immediately crossed the road toward her flashing the jolliest excited smile she’d ever seen on anyone in months. Even as she began to panic she lamented the ever mopey faces she usually saw at the University, even among her friendly acquaintances. By the time the man arrived in front of her and was about to speak she was in the process of realizing that some of those friendly acquaintances might conceivably want to fuck her.

“I didn’t know we were both bald cunts!” The stranger pointed back and forth between his chrome dome and her pussy.

For a moment the words didn’t register and she stared at him like a cornered animal. It wasn’t much better when it got through to her, but just as the silence was nearing awkwardness he saved her by adding “I’d love to taste it. Would you like that?”

Christy thought this through lightning fast, and almost started when she realized she had an advantage over him. She looked square in the nose, strategically avoiding bona-fide eye contact.

“...I think I might just about have time for that,” she said. Again he smiled brightly and got down to his knees. She didn’t try to suppress her sigh of relief as he planted his first kiss on her crotch. She had all the cards now. She could let him make her come – or pretend to come anyway, and then thank him kindly and inform him she had to get on her way pronto. That should go down alright.

Whether she liked it or not, Chrome Dome displayed considerable skill and dedication as he ‘tasted’ Christy’s womanly bits. In fact as the seconds went by she found she did like it, and soon the wetness in her pussy wasn’t all his spit. She leaned back a little, but the door behind her was just a few inches too far away. A few more seconds later and she just had to steady herself. He was too good to endure. She dared touch her pussy-licker’s head to pull him along with her until she could rest some of her weight on her back. Below, Chrome Dome redoubled his efforts, tonguing Christy’s little clit, probing her vaginal opening, sucking on her wibbly-wobbly pussy-lips, and, whenever he thought she was close, carpet-bombing the entire surrounding area with kisses, to tease her, prolong the pleasure a bit.

Christy was on the brink of betrayal by her knees, teetering on the edge of total motor failure when Chrome Dome let her come. He concentrated all his tricks on her clit and didn’t let up, didn’t stop to tease. By this time she had forgotten the context and gladly abandoned herself to the wave of ecstasy traversing her body.

“I knew you’d be a unique flavour,” said a voice from close by and above, “clean pussy is delicious pussy.”

Christy opened her eyes (which she did not remember closing). Chrome was standing up and helping her stand after her knees had in fact betrayed her, leading her to almost crumple on the floor an orgasmic mess. She stamped her foot down and straightened herself up.

“That was... quite nice," she said, equally to herself as him. She made a show of pulling back her overcoat sleeve to see her watch, “I think I better be going now...”

“Oh that’s alright, don’t worry. I came too.” and Chrome pointed downwards. There was a pool of semen on the ground about where his dick would have been as he licked her on his knees. Christy opted not to ask him whether he’d cum from jerking off or from eating her out. Instead she tried to set him up so he would only ever cum while eating her out.

“Well, um, thank you very much. I hope I can rely on you to taste me again some time.”

“I’d absolutely love to!”

She freed herself from his support, which he relinquished without fuss, bowed to him, and set out as quickly as she could.