Chapter 5
The delicious smell of coffee woke him up. Brad opened his eyes, he didn't know how long he'd been dozing. He reached to receive his cup from Dinah's hand and took a sip.
Suddenly remembering everything he looked at his wrists. They had red marks on them. Looking at Dinah he was met with an impassive expression.
"Where's Nina?" Brad asked.
"What? Nina? What do you mean?"
"Come one, Dinah, you know. She was here."
Quickly rising from the bed, Brad made a quick search of the apartment. No Nina. The clock said eleven in the morning.
"I wasn't dreaming. You were both-"
It sounded ridiculous. He was about to tell her what happened. Nina gave him a blow job and Dinah popped her own cherry while he was bound and blindfolded?
"Are you okay, Brad? You know, you were having terrible dreams. You weren't moving much, but you were talking in your sleep."
"What did I say?"
"Stuff like: Please, no, hurry. And you cursed a lot, too. A few times I tried to wake you but you were out like a lamp. Sometimes you looked so peaceful I just tip-toed out and let you sleep. One time when I tried to wake you up, you opened your eyes and told me you were dreaming."
"I sure was."
"What about, Nina? Did you dream you were fucking her?"
"Dinah, you wouldn't believe it if I told you. You sure Nina wasn't here? Maybe I heard her voice in my sleep."
"No, what would she want in the morning. Besides, I was busy, answering want ads on the phone. Maybe you heard me talking."
"Want ads? You don't have to work, baby. I'll take care of you, until a good part comes along."
"Thanks Brad, but I don't think so. I need to be independent. But I appreciate the concern."
Brad looked at his wrists again. They were still slightly red. Was that caused from his dream, like mind over matter, or was Dinah playing a huge joke on him?
"Come in the bedroom, sweets. I want to talk to you." Brad herded her into the bedroom.
He saw the apprehensive expression on her face. Did she think he was going to force her through another tit-fucking? Or, was she worried about his reaction when he discovered the missing cherry? And then he would have to do something to save face. Like fuck both girls hard until they begged for mercy. That wouldn't be so bad, Brad mused.
True, dreams sometimes seemed very real. Sometimes more real than life.
Only one way to tell this time. And his balls were heavy, aching from all the fucking and sucking, from all that heavy teasing. Whether it happened it or not he was ready to squirt his load and it might as well be in Dinah's pussy.
"Don't worry, Dinah. Your tits are safe. I just want to admire them from a distance. But there's something else I had in mind."
"What Brad?" Dinah looked nervous. Did she still have that sweet tight cunt? If so, it would be like taking her all over again!
"I think it's time for you to lose your cherry. Are you ready?"
That's so clinical," Dinah returned. "At least you can be more romantic about it."
"You're right. Come on. Let's get comfortable."
He started to remove Dinah's dress, almost expecting to see the bustier she had worn in his dream. It had to be a dream, she looked too incredible. And so did Nina. Also, Brad had never had a sex dream where he didn't come before. His first dry dream. The best one he'd ever had and it was dry.
When Dinah's dress dropped to the floor, Brad saw she was wearing a blue slip. The same thing that was used to cover his eyes in the dream.
"Where did you get that, Dinah?"
"What?"
"That slip. I never saw it before."
"You bought me this, silly. I just haven't had a chance to wear it yet. Why?"
"Nothing. It just looks familiar."
"Of course it does. You picked it out."
Dinah turned around to place her sandals by the dresser. She smiled to herself, a big broad grin. When she turned to face Brad, her face was innocent and bland-looking once again.
The slip suited her admirably. Underneath it she had on a white strapless bra that lifted her breasts up. The silk slip clung to her waist and hips. For a short second Brad was tempted to try out the slip. Since he felt himself about ready to spurt, he could quickly fuck the tits and then fuck her at his leisure. His dick would sure feel nice against that smooth fabric.
Dinah saw him staring at her cleavage and quickly removed the slip and then the bra.
"Now now, Brad. Shame on you."
"What do you mean? Brad asked innocently.
Dinah looked down at Brad's erection straining outside of his underwear.
"I think I know what you need," Dinah quipped.
She slithered under the satin sheets and stretched out provocatively, her tits making huge mounds under the fabric.
"Come and get it!"
Brad dove onto the bed and practically jumped on top of her. In his haste he got tangled up in the sheets. In his attempts to release himself, he leaned too much weight on one breast.
"Oww! You're like a teenager, Brad. You've waited this long to get it inside me, you can at least be a gentlemen about it."
"Sorry. But I'm about to explode. I feel like I've been fucking all morning without coming once."
"Alright. But, Brad, you're not gonna hurt me too much, are you? You'll take it slow?"
"Don't worry, I'm going to be real gentle."
"Promise?"
"Promise."
Brad was already rubbing his prick against her wet cunt lips. His dick was anxious to get inside of her. But Brad slowed it down, in order to relax her.
"This is one time where you have to relax your muscles as much as you can. After you're broken in, you'll tense your pussy muscles when you're being fucked. But for now, the more you relax, the less it'll hurt."
"Ohhh."
He was already inside her, as far as the hymen. Yup, sure enough, that nightmarish experience had indeed been a dream, albeit a pleasant one.
She felt so tight and nice. He pushed a little inside her, feeling the resistance.
"Oooooo, Brad"
Brad moved his prick in and out of her. It took all his will power to not explode right there and then.
It was now or never, Brad decided.
With one great effort, he drove it home, he drove it deep, in Dinah. Dinah had the feeling that she was falling a great distance.
"Ohhhh. Ahhhh!"
Just as Brad felt the tension give way, he felt himself come. Dinah was writhing in pain, as Brad thrust in deep inside of her to finish his pleasure.
It seemed like buckets of scum were being emptied into her. Brad jerked and moaned as his body abandoned itself to its ecstasies.
"Ooooh, Baby, "he murmured. "That was great." Dinah said, "Is that all there is?"
"No, you'll see, you're at the very threshold of experience. We're going to have some great times before we're done. Take my word."
Brad didn't let on about how furious he was with himself for letting go-losing control at the crucial moment. He had wanted to drag it out for all it was worth, and now look what happened to him.
She was disappointed. Laying back with an expectant expression.
Oh well, Brad thought to himself, who could blame her. He'd built up the experience for both of them, which is always touchy. But then to ejaculate prematurely, what a horror! He hadn't done that since he was a teenager. Well, he'd soon show her what it was all about, he'd give her her share of pleasure. And afterwards she'd thank him.
But still, what a catastrophe, to wait so long to do something the correct way, and have it turn out to be such a fiasco!
Brad felt drained. All he wanted to do was go to sleep. When he woke up refreshed he'd break her in properly.
"Dinah, how about we take a nap? In an hour we'll try again. You'll see it won't hurt this time. And then we'll go out and celebrate your new status. Alright?"
"Sure, Brad. But aren't we meeting Terry and Nina later?"
"Nina? Aw, I don't know. Don't you want to have a quiet evening?"
"I wouldn't mind. But I already told Nina we'd meet them tonight."
"You spoke to her today?"
"Yeah."
"When?"
"She called before. Why do you ask?"
"No reason. You sure she wasn't here?"
"Brad, you're being silly. If she was here, would I have reason to lie about it?"
"You sure would, baby."
Dinah smiled. Brad was already on his side, breathing evenly as one who is on their way to slumberland.
"They're picking us up at six o'clock."
"Shit. I can't wait," Brad mumbled.
Brad, how come there's no blood," Dinah asked as Brad was almost asleep. "I thought there was supposed to be a drop of blood."
"What?" Brad said. "Blood, where?"
"Nothing."
Dinah moved gently off the bed as Brad fell asleep. She stepped into the bathroom and walked up to the floor length mirror. Her skin was still moist from the fucking, her breasts tender from where Brad's chest had rubbed against them.
Strange, she didn't feel any different. She always thought that when she lost her cherry she'd feel different. Like refreshed, or newborn. Anything but what the way she felt now, which was the same!
Suddenly an idea occurred to her. Could she still be a virgin? Naw.
She had felt the pain. And Brad had told her he'd broken it. But he had been fooled once today already.
What they say about 'mind over matter' sure is true, Dinah decided. With the proper sound effects he really thought he'd taken her cherry!
Dinah didn't like to lie. Especially to Brad. But even he would admit he had it coming. If she and Nina ever decided to tell him the truth, that is.
Standing in front of the mirror, Dinah inserted a finger tentatively in her vagina. She swirled it around a bit. Then she pushed it up into the canal. Sure enough, she couldn't move her finger any further that she'd ever been able.
What a laugh, she thought. Two false alarms in one day!
Should she tell Brad when he woke up? Or let him fuck her and break it without knowing. He would just think she was simply tight. No, that would be mean, she decided.
Dinah could sense Brad's disappointment when he came so fast inside of her. She knew he was waiting for the right moment to take her. Well, this time he'd get a second shot. Or really a third shot!
How many guys got to break the same cherry three times?
Dinah had to admit as she played with herself, the membrane was very elastic. With her finger she could push it back a bit. When she pushed too hard, she felt pain.
When she was little she had gotten a hold of her mother's soft core porno magazines. There was an article about a young child sold to a fancy New Orleans whore house. The girl had a rare condition whereby she could 'lose' her virginity over and over. Something to do with an elastic hymen. All the madam provided was a little tube of blood that the girl broke at the right time to insure authenticity.
Sometimes doubting clients would insist on examining the child before forking over the huge fee. The child would have to spread her legs wide apart on the dining room table. One by one each man would walk over and peer in as the madam help her pink pussy lips apart. When everyone assembled was certain of her virgin status, the bidding would begin.
The highest bidder would escort the woozy girl up the stairs to the envy of all the losers. Of course, after the first time this ruse could only be worked on out-of-towners. Which were never in short supply in New Orleans.
In time the little girl got better and better at 'losing' her virginity. She even came to enjoy it. The men were always so gentle and apologetic with her afterwards. And they left her more money before they left.
Dinah never got to read the end of the story. Her mother caught her reading it and took it away. Dinah always wondered why it was alright for her mother to read something that she couldn't. But she had learned early on not to question the inexplicable ways of adults.
That story had made her real horny as she read it. But she was too young to understand those feelings, much less to know what to do about it. If only her parents had believed in sex education, she thought. But then again, she wouldn't be who she was, if things had been too different. And Dinah liked herself very much.
Now she wondered, did she have this same condition? And if so, what to do about it?
Her first impulse was to call Nina and tell her what happened. Better to wait and think this out, she decided.
She sat down on the carpeted floor and continued playing with her pussy. She thought about Nina and the way she looked in the outfit she'd worn in the morning.
As she massaged her little clicker Dinah remembered when Terry fucked her in the ass as she gave Brad head. The memory of taking it both ways was getting her hotter and hotter. She wondered if it was possible to have all her orifices filled at the same time.
Juices were flowing out of her pussy down into the crack of her ass. Taking her other hand off her breast she inserted a finger into her tiny asshole.
Fantasizing that Brad was about to come in her mouth, and Terry in her ass, Dinah felt the pre-orgasmic heat waves course through her frame.
She envisioned both men simultaneously ram her hard. Suddenly her body was racked with orgasmic jolts as she imagined both of them coming inside of her. She continued to play out the scene in her mind as her orgasm slowly subsided.
Well, maybe later on tonight, she thought, she'd see if she could accommodate three men at once. Maybe she should call Nina and ask her to bring a young stud along with her.
Dinah got up and turned the water on, deciding to take a long luxurious bath. She certainly deserved it. The day wasn't even half over and she'd been through more that most girls go through in one week!
Brad woke up and heard the water running in the bathroom. His first thought was of blowing it with Dinah. Shit! He was done with virgins. If he ever had the so-called good luck to encounter another he would run their other way.
He knew that wasn't really true, he wouldn't ever be able to resist a fresh pussy. Not like Dinah's wasn't fresh anymore. It just wasn't the same.
He inspected his prick for signs of blood. Finding none he shrugged and got up to make more coffee.
What a strange day it'd been. For all intents and purposes he'd fucked Dinah twice today. And each time it'd been close to a nightmare. If he didn't know her so well by now, or if he had been a superstitious type, he'd run for the hills. Or at least he'd leave her on the doorstep of his worst enemy.
Leave her with nothing but a push-up bra and a sign that said: Virgin wants popping. No tit-fucking allowed.
Shit, where was his mind. What a stupid thing to be thinking about. Get a hold, of yourself, Brad, he told himself. It's only pussy. Yeah, but what sweet pussy. Not that he'd really tried it out yet, he remembered.
That was the answer. As soon as she emerged from her bath, he would take her like he should've all along.
He'd been side-tracked by this virgin bullshit. So what? A thin or thick piece of skin inside in a cunt makes men so crazy. What's the big deal, he told himself. Because of that he was turning into a mean ornery tit-fucking fool. Here he had a perfectly willing pussy, and he made such a fuss over it that he lost sight of his goal. To fuck it.
This reminded him the father of a friend. He owned some very valuable antiques. The man was so worried that they'd be stolen that he never ventured out of the house. Years went by this way. He was the laughing stock of the neighborhood. But no matter how his wife or kids cajoled him to go out, he wouldn't budge.
One day he finally let himself be talked into leaving the house. It felt very strange being away from his familiar surroundings. He missed his precious babies. The visit over, he hurried home. In his absence he had been robbed. The friend's father was never the same since. He accused everyone of plotting against him. He even suspected his own family.
Brad had almost gotten like that. Being so obsessed in one area, you lose sight of the whole picture. Even if she'd still been a virgin, he wouldn't have cared. He was cured of his virginitis.
Dinah entered the kitchen wearing Brad's bathrobe.
"Do you feel different, being like all other women now?" he asked.
Dinah smiled. "No, not particularly. Should I be?"
"I guess not. After all not much has changed, really."
"Well, I'm glad you're taking such a relaxed attitude," Dinah said. "I thought by now you'd be lamenting the loss of your virgin."
"Hardly, my dear. I realized, a little too late, of course, that's it was really no big deal. I mean, to me. To you it means whatever it is that women feel about it. But to me, it's a mere bag of sheik, as they say."
"So you wouldn't care if I was still a virgin, if I was that is?"
"It's a moot point, my dear. No sense discussing it anymore."
"But Brad, it's important to me. If I was still a virgin, if that had never happened, would you care?"
"Nope, not at all."
"I'm glad then. I'm glad you don't care."
"Why are you asking?"
"No reason, I was maybe worried that you wouldn't want me anymore. Now that I'm no longer, you know."
"Silly girl, get in the bedroom, we'll finish off where I so rudely interrupted us."
"Oh, I don't know, Brad. I don't really feel like it."
"What?"
"Well, you know, it's sort of tender, Dinah lied.
She hadn't decided what to tell Brad yet. If she told him the truth he might get all crazy again. But perhaps he really did learn his lesson. Then they could fuck like normal people, whatever that meant. But Dinah didn't want to take any chances. It'd been a long and strange day. She wanted to rest and think a while.
"Brad, I have to talk to you. But not now. I'm so exhausted. I've been going since early morning
"Early morning? What were you doing all day?" Brad remembered his crazy dream and almost expected her to confess and to tell him it was real.
"Nothing, I was on the phone all morning. And now this. I'm just tired. I want to take a nap until Terry and Nina show up. Okay with you?"
How could he refuse such a reasonable request. After al he had just popped her poor little cherry. "Sure, sweets. I won't bother you."
"Thanks, hon. See you later."
Dinah padded into the bedroom. She let her robe fall to the floor and crawled under the cold sheets stark naked. She was asleep instantly.
Brad had a lot of thinking to do. He had to puzzle out that dream. What did it mean? Was he that attracted to Nina that he would dream about her so vividly?
He decided that he would join Dinah in the bedroom an hour before the others arrived. After he gave Dinah the boffing she'd remember forever, they'd have a party. A real party. Maybe invite another couple over!