Each Other's First
"...No."
The mind that had gone blank only moments ago lurched back into motion. Rage and shame tangled together until my whole body began to shake.
"Why... why do I have to go through something like this?!"
"Because you're my toy."
Veronica answered as if it were the most natural thing in the world and stepped closer. Her hand found the shoulder strap of my dress.
"Don't!"
I slapped her hand away. She only laughed at the resistance and seized my wrist in a grip so crushing I never would have believed those slender arms could hold it.
"A toy does as its owner says."
"I'm not a toy!"
"No. You are my toy."
Veronica twisted my wrist behind my back and pinned it there with one hand. With the other she grabbed my dress and yanked. The fabric tore with a harsh rip, and the dress slithered down my body and pooled on the floor. In a single breath I was left in nothing but my underthings. I tried to cover myself out of sheer humiliation, but with my arm locked I couldn't move.
She shoved my struggling body toward the bed and sent me sprawling.
"Do for me what you did for Emma just now."
Before I could even sit up, she climbed on top of me and hiked the skirt of her dress. Her sex was already glistening, wet enough to catch the light, fully exposed.
"How's mine? Like it better than Emma's?"
Veronica's pussy was nothing like Emma's. The hair was neatly trimmed, and the color and shape of it were beautiful. I thought I understood, then, why people compared a woman's sex to a single blooming flower. I had never seen anything so beautiful — not in any painting, not in any video.
"That look on your face. You like it."
"Mmph... mmph—!"
With that, Veronica sat down on my face. The pussy that had been right in front of my eyes was suddenly pressed against my lips. A mix of her sweet scent and the raw, filthy smell of her sex poured in through my nose. I tried to turn my head away, but it was pointless. Her thighs had my head locked in place. Still sitting on me, she shifted her hips and rubbed herself against my face.
"Lick. Put more into it than you did for Emma."
It was an order. An owner's command that left no room to resist or refuse. I gave in and stuck out my tongue. A slick texture and a salty taste met the tip of it. She was already soaked. Every movement of my tongue made a wet, obscene sound.
"Mmnh— you're good at this. I can see why Emma liked it so much."
Veronica let out a low moan and sat down harder on my head. It wasn't desperate the way Emma's sounds had been. It was the sound of someone thoroughly enjoying herself. The fact that she was feeling pleasure only made me more wretched. But I barely had time to wallow in it. Her hand slid down and wrapped around my cock.
"Mmph!? Mmph! Mmph—!"
"Stay still. I'll make you feel good."
Her hand began to stroke me up and down — long, slow pulls from the base all the way to the head. My face was buried in her pussy; I could barely breathe. And from below, a dizzying pleasure rose until my mind went white.
"Even your cock looks like a toy. Small, pale, and cute."
"Mmph...!? Mmph!"
"You start dressing like a girl and not just your personality — even your cock turns into a bitch's?"
I wanted to tell her I was at least average. The protest never made it out. The moment she finished speaking, her hand sped up.
"Nnh—♡! Mmph♡!"
I couldn't even moan properly. All I could do was suck at her pussy and writhe. The wet sounds of licking and the slick rhythm of her hand filled the room. The heat had built without my noticing; it felt like we'd stepped into a sauna. My cock was at its limit, veins standing out in sharp relief.
"Mmph...! Hah!"
"What's wrong? About to come? It's all right. Go ahead. Come all over your lady's hand."
I slapped the bed to tell her I was close, but she didn't stop. If anything she went faster, rubbing her palm over the head.
I can't hold it...!
My stomach clenched on its own. My legs went rigid.
"Nngh..."
I couldn't hold it any longer. I came, splattering semen into the air. White ropes arced across the sheets and stained the bed. Still pinned under Veronica, I could only add a pathetic little moan to the mess.
"Well done."
I thrashed, desperate for air, and she slowly lifted herself off my face. She looked down at me — my face glazed in her slick — with obvious satisfaction. I could see it in her expression: the pleasure of having overwritten Emma's fluids with her own.
"But I'm not satisfied yet. You can keep going, can't you?"
Her hand closed gently around my cock. Still limp from the aftershocks, it twitched at her touch.
"...No."
I shook my head. Body and mind both felt shredded. I didn't want any more of this.
"Hah..."
"Stop. Please, just stop..."
It was a desperate plea, but it meant nothing to Veronica. She'd been shifting toward my lower half; now she turned back toward my face. Her heavy breasts swayed right in front of my eyes.
"A toy doesn't get to rest until its owner is satisfied. That's how this works."
As she said it, she looked down at my chest. A bad feeling hit me in the same instant her finger flicked my nipple.
"Hah..."
My shoulders flinched before I could stop them. Veronica seemed to find that amusing. Those slender fingers began wandering over my chest, tracing paths across the skin.
"The books said a man's nipples are just decoration."
"Nngh..."
"But yours stand up all red, just like a girl's."
With her other hand she pinched my other nipple between thumb and forefinger and twisted. It hurt, and yet a sharp jolt ran through me — a sensation I had never felt in my life, traveling straight down my spine.
"Ahhn♡!?"
"Ah— so Katrina feels it in her chest because she's a girl?"
"Don't call me Katrinaaa...♡!"
Why did she have to call me that while she was touching my chest? It made it feel like I'd actually become a girl. A warm, blooming pleasure unfurled from my chest and spread through my whole body. Under her hands, my nipples grew harder and harder. My cock, too, began to stir again.
"I like how honest your body is. Unlike that mouth of yours."
Veronica stopped tormenting my nipples. Then she pressed her pussy against the tip of my cock and began to rub, slow and deliberate. Every time that slick, wet heat grazed the head, my body jerked on its own.
"Promise to be my toy, and I'll make you feel this good every day."
She spread herself open with her fingers, tempting me. Separate from how much I hated her, I wanted to be inside that pussy. It was a man's instinct. I couldn't help it.
"Hnnn—♡"
As if answering that thought, Veronica slowly lowered her hips. The head slipped in easily — then a sudden, stubborn tightness stopped her.
"Kh—...!"
An uncharacteristic sound tore out of her. She squeezed her eyes shut. Something gave way, a tearing sensation, and my cock sank all the way into her. A warm liquid ran down between her thighs.
"Hahh..."
It was bright red blood. A thin line of it traced the curve of her pale thigh and dripped onto my stomach. The sight of it stopped the breath in my lungs.
Veronica let out a faintly trembling breath and opened her eyes. She swept her sweat-damp hair back from her face and leaned in close.
She whispered it against my ear. Warm, clinging, velvety heat wrapped around me. I hadn't even moved, and already it felt so good I thought I might melt.
Veronica drew a deep breath, then began to roll her hips, slow and careful — up a little, then down again. At first it was tight and rough. Gradually it turned into a smooth, liquid pleasure. A wet, rhythmic sound filled the room, and her pace picked up as the minutes passed. The rhythm of my cock disappearing and reappearing grew shorter and shorter. We'd barely started, and already I could feel myself getting close.
"Hahh— nnh...♡"
Her movements grew more violent. Those breasts bounced wildly in my field of vision. The sound of flesh striking flesh filled the room. I don't know how much time passed before her body began to tremble hard.
"I— nngh... I'm going to...!"
Her insides clenched, squeezing my cock in a frenzy. I'd already come once, but the stimulation was far too much to endure. I couldn't hold on. I hit my limit.
"Nnhaa...♡"
"Hnnngh—♡!"
I poured hot semen into her. Veronica's voluptuous body shuddered through her climax and collapsed on top of me, those large breasts pressing down with a pleasant, heavy weight. She felt my cock slowly softening inside her and smiled, satisfied.
"I knew it. Playing with my toy myself is so much more fun."
I had a great deal I wanted to say. I kept it to myself. In the end, I had come inside her, hadn't I?
The physical pleasure had peaked — and left my mind in just as much of a mess. It was that kind of night.