A Whirlwind of Firsts

Blackness. The first drink contained enough **** for John to get blackout drunk. The next three didn’t help.

Vague shapes slowly came into definition. A little too sharply for John’s taste as he was slapped first across the face, then the ass as Jenny dragged him out onto the dance floor. Conscious enough to realize that he was a terrible dancer (and that she probably guessed as much) but not conscious enough to do anything about it, John went with the flow.

The music pounded through his mind, never relenting in its manipulation. As Jenny ground against him, what little was left of his reasoning went out the window. She laughed and turned his head, tilting it down and slipping her tongue into his mouth easily. His resistance skill lay forgotten among his skills. The only skill he had used so far being Clean, and that was just to perform a short-lived blue laser lights show that almost got him kicked out.

She dragged him from the dance floor back to the bar, and John had no objections as he downed another drink, this one an amber colored shot that clung to the sides of his mouth and scorched his throat.

Blackness. Whatever temporary reprieve John had quickly faded away. Every drink scratched the CD of his brain, and the skips piled on.

A bathroom, and a dingy one at that. Slapping could be heard not too faintly through the stalls. John had to make sure he wasn’t having sex himself, and that’s when he realized he was vomiting into the toilet bowl. He had no idea how long he had been here. Hours? Days? Weeks? A freight train ran over his skull, and Jenny pulled him up. Looking down, he realized he was wearing a black band shirt that clung a little too tightly to his body. With a start, he realized the shirt wasn’t his.

Blackness. Apparently, vomiting did nothing to stop their utter self-destruction. He vaguely recalled his money hitting zero, and nothing after that.

Sometime after dancing all over Pride to a litany of different shows from cover bands, original artists, and genuine raves, John found himself being dragged out of the glorious hall and along a pink glass path. His blown out mind somehow put two and two together and realized they were going to Lust.

While John stood recovering in the middle of the den of passions, Jenny discussed something with the geisha-wearing “clerk” at the front desk, who eyed his girlfriend hungrily. Without him noticing, a busty succubus snuck up behind him and fondled his shaft through his jeans. His eyes tried to focus on his girlfriend as the horny prostitute bit his earlobe gently and began to whisper, “What is a fine piece of meat like you doing all alo-”

The sex-crazed demon was cut off as Jenny ripped John from her grasp, planting a boot John could’ve sworn she hadn’t been wearing before firmly in the succubus’ stomach. “Get your own!”

Turning around, John got a good look at the girl, no, woman who propositioned him. She was a foot taller than him, so she towered over Jenny. Despite Jenny’s attack, the only wounded part of the Succubus appeared to be her pride. “You haven’t even popped his cherry. For something like that he needs a more… experienced woman.” The succubus’ eyes glowed a light pink as she gazed at John, and his grip on Jenny’s hand loosened.

“Well, now you’re definitely not joining in,” Jenny quipped back at the prostitute. Her eyes glowed a light gold, as they had when she manipulated Brenda. The succubus had clearly not been expecting this, and her grip on John loosened just enough for him to remember Mental Resistance. He slammed the conflicting influences in his mind away as Jenny dragged him off. Just in time, since mere moments after he was able to shut them out, they returned in full ****. The very air of this place seemed saturated with temptation, and he loved every minute of it. He stumbled out of his shoes as Jenny slipped hers off. As he was thrown onto a heart-shaped bed in a bubblegum pink room, John didn’t regret letting go for a moment.

Jenny’s hand in his jeans returned him to the moment. Unleashing his solid member, her tongue lightly traced the underside. He squirmed, grasping at the sheets as she peppered the tip and sides of his shaft with wet kisses.

One hand lightly slapped at his cheeks, trying to bring more lucidity, as the other played with his sack. In one fluid motion, she took his unimpressive shaft in her mouth to the base, lashing the tip with her tongue as she looked back up at him. Her tongue circled him once, twice, as she sucked in her cheeks.

Suddenly, she pulled back, the hand that was on his face pumping him up and down. Her thumb brushed the underside of his tip again, and his thrashing resumed. He was on the edge, and she could tell. Her breath beat against him, and he nearly sat up before her other hand pushed him back down. “Not quite yet, Johnny,” she breathed, leaning up to kiss him.

He recoiled for a moment, not wanting to taste himself. He was pleasantly surprised to find her mouth tasted sweet, nothing like the meat she was just fervently working. They swapped sloppy kisses as he tore off her tank-top and she tore off his shirt. “Are we really doing this?” John asked, his heart pounding in his chest. The obvious romance that had defined their relationship until now was gone. The underlying sexual tension barged in, and a searing lust that could never be quenched raged through him. John decided Lust was his new favorite sin.

For a while Jenny didn’t answer. She let go of him to use both hands to unhook her bra and immediately slapped his away from his jeans. She guided his hands to her breasts, encouraging him to grope them roughly, and he happily obliged. He saw stars when she drove him back to the edge with a gentle suckle. Tucking his member back into his jeans, she leapt onto him, grinding him through his open fly. Despite what little he had done, she was already close. Her rubber band had been worn down from nearly two weeks without sex. She fleetingly thought about her freshman year at Ashcroft, when she had had sex every day.

It was her turn to see stars as John sucked on her nipple, and she decided that this was better by miles. She roughly grabbed his chin and **** her way into his mouth, working him over in an intimate way that even the succubus couldn’t have. While they were kissing she discarded her skirt, tossing it over his head and behind him. His jeans slid off easily once she rose, and without realizing it, John found himself pressing against her through her black pantyhose and his briefs.

“We are,” her eyes lost their golden glow for the first time since she had stood up to the succubus, John realized, and his pleasure slightly faltered. For a moment she looked utterly innocent and unsure, and John thought his sexy girlfriend had never looked cuter.

“That is… unless you don’t want to.” His answer wasn’t verbal. Instead, he surprised her by flipping them around until he was on top and she was at his mercy. “Alright! Finally being a man!” Her fingertips brushed against his chest, and he chuckled at her slight at his pride. His briefs dropped to his feet, and instead of taking off her pantyhose as she expected, he tore a hole open through them. “Fuck yes! What did you do with John!?” An ignored window popped up as he unsuccessfully attempted to thrust into her.

“Better let me handle this part, Johnny,” she giggled as she lined up his shaft with her opening. Another thrust forward and he speared into her. He sunk all the way into her in one stroke, her smooth, wet, soft walls giving way to his demands. They both exploded. Jenny, pent up from weeks without a proper fucking, clawed his back. She gasped as if struck. Her eyes rolled up as she let out a long, nonsensical moan and her legs closed around his back. She would be disappointed later to find out Gamer’s Body prevented any scarring. Her walls clenched and rolled around him as she milked him for all he was worth.

John felt spurt after spurt shoot into her, and a flood of windows popped up as he felt himself grow inside of her. He elected to ignore them. Her smooth, velvety walls clinging to him felt a million times better than her mouth, something John didn’t think possible.

“Your powers are the fucking best!” Jenny’s hips undulated as she bucked against him. Feeling him grow inside of her was… weird to say the least, but when he continued to drive into her, her mind buzzed, still high from her last orgasm. He had no skill, and it didn’t matter. When he bottomed out inside of her, she suddenly tightened.

“What the hell?” He collapsed onto his knees, and she took advantage of the situation to get back on top. She bounced up and down on top of him as she flashed him a toothy grin.

“What, you thought I was really that loose? I’d be a little offended if I wasn’t so turned on,” she joked as she grabbed his hands and snapped him out of his shellshock by moving them to her hips. “C’mon, Johnny! Let’s see that dominant side again!”

Realizing what she wanted, he slapped her ass. Lightly at first, as he was afraid of hurting her. Her impatience and faster dick-bouncing made it clear that that wouldn’t cut it. Gamer’s Body made him immune to any marks, but she had no such luck. He slapped her ass until it looked scarlet compared to her pale, creamy thighs.

“I can feel you twitching, Johnny! Give me another minute!” Jenny moaned loudly, leaning down to kiss him again. Her mouth invading his again was enough to distract him from the soft and wet tunnel clinging to his invading member. Again and again it clenched down on him, and he couldn’t hold out anymore. Again he filled her with his hot spunk, defiling her insides in a way that she hadn’t let anybody do before.

“Oh, that’s nice…” She slowed down for a moment as she felt it reach the deepest corners of her core. Realizing what it meant, she sped up immediately. “No! Nononono,” she bounced up and down hurriedly on his overly sensitive and slowly softening cock. It felt a little raw and a little painful. He loved it. He reached up and bit her neck, marking her. Her rubber band snapped again, and she clenched all around him, drawing what was left inside her. Slowly rising, she flopped down next to him, more exhausted than he was.

“We are definitely doing that every day,” she promised both to him and herself, patting his chest. She kissed him again before slowly slinking down to his crotch. She sucked him in one last time, cleaning him in a way that was just enough to get his sensitive shaft and exhausted balls to spurt one last time, looking up at him and showing him her mouth before swallowing it all. It was unnecessary, and a habit from when she fucked guys who were more invested in her body than her.

John loved it nonetheless, and he held her close as their heartbeats both slowed down. His hand glided along her back as he held her close. Long ago whatever perfume she had been wearing had faded away, the smell of sex clinging to them both.

Jenny cuddled against him, her head in the crook of his neck, pressed against him despite the humongous bed. For the first time in a long time, she felt safe. With him. She realized with disgust the difference between all the other times she had had sex with guys and now. Not once did John make her feel used. “By the way,” she sleepily mumbled,