First Times: Nine Tales of Innocence Lost (6 page)

“I didn’t mean to come in here,” I said, as calmly as I could manage. “Can I have the key?”
 

Silence. “Okay, then. I’ll just be going.”

I started to move when a meaty hand slipped big fingers under the criss-cross straps on the back of my suit and dragged me back into the locker room. They were crowding around now, and those wearing towels had discarded them. The one who had my key stepped up, wearing the lanyard around his neck. The key swung lightly against his broad chest. He’d discarded his towel, and I almost involuntarily glanced down to see his heavy rod swinging between his legs as he put his hand on his hips.
 

‘There it is,” I said, reaching for the key.
 

I was jerked away as he stepped back, my fingers missing they key by inches. He grabbed my wrist inside and stepped forward, dragging my hand towards his hips. He pushed my hand against his cock and I felt the heat of it on my palm.
 

“So you want your key back,” he said, glancing at the others. “How badly?”
 

My hand was still on his dick. I yanked it back, like I was
 
touching a hot stove.
 

“Very badly,” I said. “Look, I said I’m sorry. Can we not make this weird?”
 

A hand grazed my ass, moving over the slippery material of my swimsuit, the thumb grazing my skin. I realized how much it had ridden up into the crack of my butt, and resisted the urge to pluck at it. The caress became a grope, a sharp squeeze that made me squeak in alarm. I moved forward and thumped into the player that had my key, and bounced back, only to bump into another player. The ones who’d partially dressed had taken their clothes off, rather than finish putting them on. Suddenly everyone was naked but me, and I twisted, trying to get through the press of bodies to the door, but it was like swimming in a tank full of sharks. My panic changed the air, gave it a crackle of excitement like lighting before a storm. I was dragged into the press of men by the back of my suit, and surrounded.
 

They were getting hard. An erection brushed my hip, another poked my back. My body dumped adrenaline and hormones into my system and I started shaking like a cornered rabbit, switching from flight to fight, but strong hands caught my arms. The one who had my key came at me from behind, shoving his hands under the tight material of my suit. I watched the fabric undulate as his hands moved under it, his fingers tracing hot trails over my skin, over my tickling sides and up under my arms before sliding around to press against my breasts and squeeze. I gasped and felt my nipples stiffen, and twisted, trying to get loose. He leaned his chin on my shoulder and breathed hot into my ear.
 

“Are you the chairwoman of the itty bitty titty committee, or just a member?”
 

I twisted more, kicking at his shin.”Let me go.”
 

“You want your key?”
 

God, he was hard. He pressed his cock against me, the underside nestling between my ass cheeks. I could feel the heat against my suit.
 

“Please,” I whimpered, all the fight leaving me. “Just give me my key and let me go. I won’t tell anybody.”
 

“Tell anybody what?” he said, touching his lips to my throat. “Tell anybody you sucked off the whole football team?”
 

He was pushing me down, his hand on my shoulder. I twisted and he slowed my descent, so it only stung a little when my knees landed on the concrete floor. He was holding me from behind, one hand inside my suit, the other gripping my short hair. He leaned back and turned my head. I grabbed his wrist and tried to pull free, but he was too strong.
 

“You want your key, you gotta pay the toll,” he said. “You gotta work for it.”
 

I was surrounded, pinned down, my small frame pulled against his hard body, his erection throbbing against my back. His hand snaked down between my legs and his fingers teased my folds, and I gasped. I was already getting wet. The smell of male musk and sweat and pushed the tang of chlorine out of my nostrils. I tried to push it away, thinking this isn’t me, I’m not doing this, but it was unmistakable. The hand holding my hair held my head still as the first of them stepped up, stroking his cock to a half hardness. When his hand fell away I realized how big it was and that was only half hard. He stepped up and took it in his hand, and began rubbing the head against my lips. It was hot and surprisingly soft, sliding over my tightly closed lips, pressing, trying to gain entrance. I gasped for a breath and my lips parted.
 

My mouth opened around his cock as it slid between my lips, hardening as he let out of a soft groan, which prompted a gale of laughter from the others. I was too busy staring at his sculpted abs filling my blurred vision as the push came from behind. He was moving my head, using my lips to stroke the other player’s cock. I was still pulling a his wrist, but feebly. The cock in my mouth was overwhelming and the feeling of fingers teasing my pussy was humiliating but exhilarating at the same time, my body assaulting me with strange, shivery sensations totally unlike when I touched myself.
 
A wave of fear passed through me as his finger pressed at my entrance. Would it hurt? I’d never had a man inside me before, never even come this close. There was too much at once, it was too overwhelming.
 

I didn’t realized what the sudden rock hard throbbing of the cock straining my jaws meant, or the taste of salt on my tongue, until he grunted and pumped a thick spurt of salt-bitter cum into my mouth, then another. I coughed and gagged and felt it overwhelm my mouth and spill down my chin. There was yet more as he pulled away. It hit the chest and neck of my suit with aloud, wet slap.
 

“Watch it,” he said, behind me. “Get it on her, bro!’
 

I didn’t have time to think. There was another cock pushing into my mouth as a finger slid up inside me. I was so wet, it just slipped in and started moving inside me, slowly at first, like he was testing my reactions, feeling me clench up and quiver against him as he found the spots that sent cold shocks running down my legs or made the heat pooling between my legs move even further. He pressed his lips to the back of my head and breathed slowly, a strangely intimate gesture even as the other player held my head in his hands and started pumping, sliding his thick cock between my lips, pushing the head towards my throat, pulling back just enough to let me raggedly suck in a breath through my nose. He was fucking my mouth, the roughness strange against the gentle tenderness of the finger teasing my pussy. A second joined it, spreading wider. I coughed and gasped and more cum slapped hot on my cheeks and neck, and almost hit my eye. I coughed and twisted. One finger felt good but two was on the verge of pain.
 

“Please,” I gasped, ragged, “I’m a virgin.”
 

“Quiet,” he whispered in my ear, his voice rasping.

Before I could say anything else, there was another cock in my mouth. I closed my eyes and held still, feeling my gag reflex twinge and send a jerk through my body as his cockhead pushed against my throat. His fingers pumped inside me, curling and moving against me from the inside as his palm ground against my sex. My clit hardened, tight and hypersensitive, making me moan around the cock in my throat. My legs were shaking and heat spread through my whole body. Sweat popped on my forehead and back and I felt slick wetness from my arousal sliding down my legs. He was kissing the back of my
 
neck. Why was he doing that? His cock slid against my back, pressing against my ass. I felt the tip lightly touch the bare skin of my back and shuddered as I realized what happening. I was getting hot for him even as his friends fucked my mouth.
 

I coughed and sputtered, spitting onto the floor as the cock drew out of my mouth just in time to slap a fresh spurt of seed onto my cheek.
 

“Watch it,” key-holder snapped. “Don’t get it in her fucking eye, asshole.”
 

“Sorry,” he muttered.
 

The came at me one after the other. I was trapped against my captor, helpless and squirming as the next cock pressed into my mouth. He was even rougher than the last one, and his cock pushed past my gagging shaking and into my throat, drawing back only to let me catch my breath, but at least he was fast and he pulled away while he was still cumming, and most of it landed on my neck. The rest were lined up, waiting their turn, five of them now. I closed my eyes and let it happen, riding on the feeling of his fingers inside me. His other hand slipped inside the suit again, pressing tightly against my chest, his fingers squeezing the nipple. His lips on my throat grew more insistent. His teeth tugged at my earlobe. He shoved the other player away as he came in my mouth, and urged the others on.
 

“Hurry the fuck up.”
 

His lips and chin were pressed to the back of my head as the rest of them used me, one by one. I opened my eyes to see them standing around, cocks getting hard again, hungry, and I was suddenly afraid. If his fingers inside me were this intense, those cocks would tear me apart. If they all took me one after another after another… I whimpered, shuddering, and his arm around me suddenly tightened. I was on the last one, and his cock was so big it made my jaw sore. I quivered and started moving my head, urging him on, and he responded quickly, both hands on his hips and a grunt in his throat. I coughed and spit out what I could as he coated my cheeks and chin with his seed.
 

“Get that bathing suit off her,” one said.
 

“Let’s fuck this little slut,” another said.
 

“I’m gonna make her scream,’ another said.
 

“Get the fuck out.”
 

There was a commotion.
 

“You heard me,” my captor said. “Get the fuck out.”
 

They grumbled… but they started to leave, dressing slowly, pulling on boxers and underwear and dressing as I was pulled to my feet. He slipped his fingers out of me and moved his hand up my stomach, leaving a trail of wetness from my arousal. It felt so good. The cum on my face was going cold. It was sticky on my throat. He pulled me through the locker room and into the showers, and banged one of the vales with his fist. The hot water came on and he lowered me down onto a bench and soaked a cloth in hot water, and slowly dabbed at my face. I stared in confusion and fear as he wiped off my cheek and scrubbed my chin clean, and tilted my chin up to wipe down my throat. My key still dangled from his neck, but I remained still as he undid the top of my suit with surprising tenderness and peeled it down, exposing my chest. I didn’t even move to cover myself. I was in a daze. He peeled it lower, down to my hips. I looked up and closed my eyes. The cloth was rough and hot on my skin. My pussy was throbbing with excitement. The brush of his hand on my skin made me shake and I licked my lips. My mouth was full of bitterness and musk.
 

“Is it your turn?” I said, staring at him, my face blank.
 

“What’s your name?”
 

“Mercy,” I whispered.
 

“It’s your turn, Mercy Stand up.”
 

I got up, slowly. He peeled the suit down until it cleared my hips and slid down to the floor to land in a plop. I stood there and then
he
lowered
himself
to his knees and took hold of my hips, and leaned a little to bring his chin up under me. His stubble scratched my legs and I let out a little squeak as he roughly licked my folds, sending me rising to my tip toes. I would have fallen, had he not steadied me. He pressed me against the tile wall behind me and licked, moaning softly to himself. Some of the others peeked around.
 

“Get the fuck out,” he snarled, then turned back to taste of me again.
 

It felt so good. I put my hands on his head, feeling my stomach tighten as he tongued me. I could get used to this, I thought. His tongue was entering me, following the path his fingers had made. He tasted and tasted, his moans buzzing against my sex. I was so wet I could barely believe it, and my legs were like jelly. I wanted his fingers back, or more. I wanted something inside me. He started to move up, kissing his way up my flat stomach, rising. He was still hard. When he was close enough I grabbed his cock and tugged, and he stood up, sliding it against my stomach. It was so hot. I was terrified and excited all at once, shaking with fear, but where before his touch was rough, almost hurtful, he as was tender now, gentle, touching me like I was a rare treasure, made of glass. His hands were everywhere as his mouth met mine.
 

He kissed me. Hard. His tongue pressed into my mouth, licked over mine. I was shocked, eyes wide open. His flicked open and our gazes locked and I shuddered. He stood to his full height, pressing his cock against my belly, tilting my head up to meet his gaze as he surrounded me and covered me with his body and pressed me into the wall.
 

“Are you okay?” he whispered.
 

I nodded, though unsure, my chin quivering.
 

“I thought you were into it. Other girls…”
 

“What? I said, softly.
 

“Other girls come in, and… do stuff like that,” he said. “I thought you knew what you were in for.”
 

I shook my head, and made a little whimpering sound.
 

“Would they have all fucked me if you didn’t stop them?”
 

“Yeah,” he said, his voice rasping a little. “They would. It happens all the time…”
 

I should have hated him. He dragged me into their locker room, held me down, egged them on as they used me as a thing, a tool to make themselves cum, but he was so gentle now.
 

“I’m Jason, Mercy.”