John Kellerman

Sex slave virgins

CHAPTER ONE

"I dare you," Teresa said, her eyes sparkling with mischief. Mary swallowed and found her mouth dry. But the clerk had gone in back to hunt for the film Mary had asked for. She stepped behind the counter, opened the glass case and quickly stuffed a long, cardboard box into her beach bag. When the man came back, the two of them were standing innocently by the cash register.

"Sorry, Miss, I don't have any pictures for anyone by the name of Carter."

"Thanks anyway," Mary said, moving towards the door. She didn't want to spend another minute in that place. She felt all tingly and breathless and when Teresa giggled as they went out, Mary gave her a push.

"You always try to mess me up," she said, laughing now that they pulled off the small theft successfully.

Both girls were wearing bikinis and a boy in a car gave a little honk as he passed them. They'd taken the bus to the small beach town at the end of the line, something they often did during the summer. Teresa was Mary's best friend. And during most of that friendship, they took turns daring each other to new and ridiculous feats. Mary tossed her blonde hair back from her face and tried to relax. It was the first time she'd actually stolen something. But more than that, she was nervous over what she'd taken from inside the glass case.

"I can't wait to see it," Teresa whispered. She was half a head taller than Mary, a leggy, raven-haired girl with a near perfect figure. Her tits were about the size of oranges and they rode high and firm on her chest. The skimpy bikini top cut low across her perfect jugs.

Mary wasn't so well endowed when it came to tit size. Nor did she have the willowy limbs and loose way of walking that Teresa had developed. Mary was a natural blonde with a round face and short nose. Freckles seemed to be spattered everywhere on her body. The cups of her bikini weren't nearly so large as Teresa's. But they didn't have to be. Mary's tits were small, white and soft, hardly large enough to be called more than swells. But her nipples were especially sensitive. The tiny pink nubs were a constant pleasure to Mary. On her fourteenth birthday she'd discovered that a little soapy water and the palm of her hand could make her breathlessly excited. And touching them always had an incredible effect upon her cunt. Now she was a bit older and though her breasts had not grown much, her nipples had become somewhat larger and lots more sensitive. A week before, she'd actually made herself come by massaging and pinching her nipples. She hadn't told Teresa yet.

"Ohhh, let me see it!" her dark-haired friend hissed.

"Not here. Let's get down to the beach."

It was the middle of the week, so there wasn't a crowd. The girls walked to where they'd spread a blanket and put up their rented umbrella. As soon as they'd plopped down in the shade, Teresa had her hand in Mary's beach bag. She tore the end from the long, narrow box and slipped the object into her palm. She was trembling and her obvious excitement was working on Mary, too.

"God, look how long it is." Teresa licked her lips. "A girl couldn't get it inside her that far, could she?"

"I don't know. I've never had anything inside me bigger than my finger. And that kind of stung."

Teresa looked up and down the beach. But they were close enough to the water that the umbrella hid them from anyone but a surfer who might come head-on through the waves.

"I've just got to try it, Mary," Teresa breathed, pushing her long black hair back.

"Here?"

"Give me some of your baby oil." Teresa had unscrewed the base and was looking inside. "It's even got batteries. Oh, shit, can you believe how lucky we are to get hold of this little gadget?"

Mary wasn't so sure. Just looking at the smooth, ivory-colored vibrator made her nervous. It seemed so large, too large to ever fit into any girl's body, much less into Teresa's. Her friend had slim, almost boyish hips, and Mary remembered the times she'd seen her with her panties off. Her cunt wasn't very large.

But already Teresa was stretching the crotch band of dark blue nylon to one side to expose her pussy-lips. Her curly black cunt-hair was matted wetly to her white skin. As she opened her thighs, her cunt-flaps parted and Mary could see the more delicate flesh hidden deeper inside. Teresa was glossy with moisture and a musky scent wafted to Mary's nose.

"Here goes," the lanky girl said, biting her lip as she cased the rounded tip of the vibrator between her cunt-lips. There was a wet sound as she moved it up and down.

"Well, what does it feel like?" Mary wanted to know.

"Nothing much yet. Maybe I should turn it on."

When the vibrator began to hum, Teresa let out a groan and Mary watched her hips move forward and back. Teresa's hand was shaking as she guided the buzzing tip of the thing up and down in the slippery flesh of her exposed pussy.

"God… ohhhhh, God damn!"

"What's happening?" Mary's heart was pounding as she watched Teresa excite herself. She couldn't help but wonder how that thing would feel inside her own youthful pussy.

"It's making all sorts of tingling sensations go all over me!" Teresa closed her eyes and let the tip of the thing slip across her dit, then lower. Mary saw her folds open, saw an inch of the white plastic disappear. Though she had heard Teresa brag that she wasn't a virgin anymore, she had never really understood exactly what that meant. Now she could see. Because Teresa was trembling as she grasped the long, slender vibrator with both hands and forced it deeper. Miraculously, it seemed, the thing slid up into her glistening pink flesh. Mary hadn't even seen the hole. But there was one! It was stretching out around the vibrator as Teresa dipped her hips and let out a low moan.

"God in heaven, that's nice."

"It doesn't hurt?"

"No. Not much, anyhow. It's stretching me a little. Ohhh, ohhhhh, Mary, you've just got to try this." Teresa smiled. "I dare you."

"I took the last dare. It's my turn to dare you."

"Sure." Teresa had withdrawn the vibrator and was sliding it back inside her again. Mary watched with interest. It was blowing her mind that there was that much room up inside her willowy friend's cunt. That meant that with her own plushly curved shape, she had at least that much room, maybe more. Mary smiled, thinking of how she had small tits and a more mature ass and thighs, whereas Teresa was slender everywhere except for her tits. But since both of them got lots of looks from the opposite sex, Mary knew that Mother Nature hadn't shorted either of them all that much.

"… heavenly," Teresa panted, fucking herself with the vibrator.

"You asked for a dare," Mary said. "And I've got one for you."

"Uhhh, ohhhhh, Mary, wait just a second. I think I'm gonna come!"

Teresa flopped back on the blanket, her knees bent, her thighs open wide now as she penetrated her young cunt again and again, her fingers trembling on the base of the vibrator. Mary could see how her cunt-muscles were constricting around the shape. It excited her, made her own soft cunt tense up. It was already very wet, slippery, hot. She had a crazy desire to pull her bikini to one side and rub her finger up and down her slit. She'd done it a few times in the past, but always felt too guilty to continue until she came. Since rubbing her nipples had nearly the same effect, she'd used that method to find peace and release from the sexual tensions of her youth. Just petting her titties didn't seem nearly so naughty as finger-fucking.

"Ohhhhh, ohhhhh, Mary, here it comes! I'm burning up! I'm itching something crazy. I can't scratch it enough."

Sure enough, Teresa seemed to be having some kind of fit. She thrashed her hips violently against the blanket. Her perfect, round tits heaved as she panted harder and harder. Her belly rose and fell, too, and her cunt was dripping its juices down to dampen her bikini. Teresa didn't have to stretch the crotchband to the side anymore. The vibrator's shaft held it over as she guided the thing in and out of her hole. Suddenly, Mary imagined a man lying facedown over Teresa's body, his hips plunging, his cock stabbing her. This unexpected flash made Mary groan and squeeze one of her small tits hard. A surge of pleasure rippled down her body and she could feel her cunt begin to throb with itchy tingles.

"Ahhhh, ahhhhhhh!" Teresa was really squirming now. Her juices had dripped back along the vibrator so that even her fingers were glossy with slickness. Her body snaked against the blanket and she dug holes in the sand with her heels.

"Are you okay?" Mary said, bending close.

"Uhhh, ohhh, yessss! Ohhhhh, I'm wonderful, Mary! I'm gonna die it's so good!"

"It doesn't hurt?" To Mary it seemed that the vibrator had gone very deep. The thing was about ten inches long and there wasn't more than half of it sticking out from between her friend's swollen cunt-lips. Now Teresa's hips plunged up and down as she held the buzzing shaft deep. A look of anguish appeared on her thin face. Her lips were peeled away from her teeth. Then she let out a growl and bucked furiously on the rumpled blanket.

Mary had never heard Teresa make a noise like that since she'd known her. Nor had she seen her friend move in such convulsive, frenzied ways. But there was no doubt in Mary's mind that Teresa was experiencing pleasure. Pleasure so intense that it had made her a little crazy. Mary remembered her own comes as feeling tickly and good, but not this good. She was intrigued.

"Huuuhhhnnn, huuuuhh," Teresa groaned, her ass making a ditch in the sand under her blanket. Then she shuddered again and her hand slipped from the vibrator. It stayed deep, humming against her overheated pussy. But now Teresa's movements were less frantic. She sighed and a smile appeared. At last, she blinked and focused on Mary.

"Ohhh, turn that damned thing off, will you?"

Mary did. "Is it stuck inside you?"

"No, silly." Teresa eased the vibrator out and wiped it with a corner of her towel. "There, good as new."

"I gave you a dare, remember?"

"Okay," Teresa grinned, pushing herself up on an elbow. "Let's hear it."

"I dare you to bring back something from the Rexford estate. Something to prove you got inside."

Teresa's eyes widened. "Only if you go part way with me."

Mary thought about it. The Rexford estate began around the tip of the cliff that jutted out into the ocean. Only at low tide was it possible to cross that narrow patch of sand. Beyond was the private beach and the sloping grounds of the mansion. Hardly anyone knew much about Nate Rexford. Teresa looked worried.

"He might have electric fences or killer dogs or God-knows-what."

"I agreed to go part way with you." Mary was enjoying her friend's discomfiture. Teresa had dared her to do plenty of scary things in the past and it was time for a little revenge.

"Now?"

Mary nodded. "Why not? The tide's out."

"I guess we could leave this stuff here."

"It shouldn't take long," Mary agreed. She was excited to think about the dare. And if Teresa pulled it off, the two of them would be able to talk about it for days.

"Okay, let's go." Teresa put on her sunglasses and floppy hat while Mary tossed a few things in her beach bag. She returned the vibrator to its box and put it in with her baby oil and magazines. Then the two of them started around the point of the cliff.

"You don't think they have people watching the shoreline, do you?" Teresa was squinting up toward the line of trees that hid the big house from view.

"I doubt that. But we are sort of exposed here, aren't we?"

They kept close to the cliff now. The private beach was empty but it wasn't far to the first row of bushes. Getting low, Mary showed Teresa the way through the viny foliage. Both of them were shaking with the thrill of the dare.

Now they could see the long, sloping lawn. There were a few chairs around and a fancy wrought-iron table. But neither of them could see anything small enough to grab.

"I'm getting chicken," Teresa confessed.

For the first time in her life, Mary knew she had a chance to show up her sophisticated friend. Usually it was Teresa who led the way. But for some reason, Mary was the one who felt the bravest today. Not that she wasn't a little frightened.

"I'll bet I could bring back something from the house."

"From the house?" Teresa's look told Mary what an impression she'd made.

"Sure, why not? I'll bet there's nobody around. And I haven't heard any barking. Why don't you come with me as far as that next row of trees."

"Well… okay."

The two of them hurried forward, eyes scanning the grounds for anyone who might happen by. But though the estate was kept up, it seemed deserted. Now they were within twenty yards of the mansion. Mary's heart felt as if it might jump out of her chest. But she'd agreed to take the dare and she knew that if she backed down now, Teresa would have the last laugh.

"I'm leaving my beach bag here," she told her friend.

"You're actually going in that house?"

"Yes." Mary adjusted her bikini straps and took one last look across the sloping lawn. Then she ran beside a hedge and flattened herself against the big house. Birds chirped in the trees and somewhere she could hear a sprinkler hissing. But no one appeared to yell at her.

The door was open and she let herself inside. Past the tiled entranceway, Mary saw the large kitchen. A paring knife or a hotpad or maybe just a saltshaker would do, anything to prove that she'd been there. Her bare feet squeaked on the linoleum floor and she stopped. She saw what she wanted. A tiny, porcelain vase on a window sill. Mary took another step and reached for the object. In her excitement, she heard the sound behind her a moment too late.

"Ohhh!" she squealed turning to bump into an enormous man. His huge hand went around her wrist as he took the vase away.

"What you doing here?" the man rumbled. His eyes were wide set, his nose broad. Somehow he didn't have the look of a rich man. No, Mary was sure that he was not Mr. Rexford.

"I… I…"

"You fuckin' thief." The big man smiled down at her. His eyes were sweeping over the clinging tightness of her bikini. Suddenly, he pulled her arms behind her and pushed her along in front of him. They went down a flight of stairs and down another corridor. Now the furnishing was more modest and Mary guessed that they were in the servant's quarters. That's what this giant was, a servant to Mr. Rexford.

"If you'll just let me go, I'll never come back. I did it as a dare, you see! I didn't mean any harm."

The big man kicked a door closed behind him and pushed Mary sprawling across a bed. She turned, rubbing her wrist where the man's big fingers had hurt her. He really was a monster! He looked nearly seven-feet tall and had the build of a gorilla. What scared her most, though, was the look in his eyes. This man wasn't any whiz kid, that was for sure. She trembled when he spoke.

"God damn, if you ain't prettiest thing I ever caught."

"I wasn't breaking in. I just…" Mary sighed.

"You want out now, right?"

"Yes! I'm sorry I caused any trouble. It was a dare, like I said."

"If you want out, you gonna suck," he grunted.

"I beg your pardon?" Mary didn't think she'd heard right. What in hell was he talking about? She trembled as he walked towards her. He was wearing a pair of cutoff jeans and when he reached for his belt buckle, Mary shook her head furiously.

"Let me go!"

"Not until you suck. You got nice mouth. You want out, you suck Royce good. That's me, Royce."

"What would your boss say…"

"Mr. Rexford know nothing." The giant glowered down at her. "If he find out, you finished. You say nothing, right?"

Mary gulped hard and shook her head. "I'd never say a word, but…"

"But what?"

"What do you want of me?"

Royce zipped down his zipper and pulled his shorts down. "I told you. You gonna suck me. Suck me real good."

CHAPTER TWO

Mary made a break toward the door, but the big man grabbed her easily and flung her back against the wall. His shorts were off and she could see the front of his underwear poking out like a flashlight was hidden under there. But it wasn't any flashlight. She began to whimper pitifully.

"Shut that crap up." Royce pushed her facedown on the bed and stripped off the bottoms of her bikini. She heard him gasp with delight as he fingered her plump, white asscheeks.

"Uhhh, let me go! I'll never ever bother you again!" she screamed.

"Maybe I'm glad you bother me. Get lonely around here sometime." Royce's fingers worked the laces on the top of her swimsuit. He pushed it away and rolled her onto her back. Mary tried to cover her tits with her hands, but Royce pinned her wrists to the bed as he got an eyeful. "Hey, they pretty little things," he laughed. "Bet you always wish they was bigger, right? All girls think they got have biggest boobies in world or they never get date. Well, old Royce don't give damn. I like yours fine."

"Please, let me go now!"

"Bullshit on that." He crossed her hands behind her and tied them with something. Mary guessed it was leather strips. Yes, she saw another one on a nearby table. She was forced to her knees on the carpet. She was panting hard, almost afraid to open her eyes. When she did, she saw Royce sliding his underwear down over his hips. His thick, white cock swung upwards as it came free.

Mary thought she might faint. She was trembling violently. Royce pulled her bikini bottoms the rest of the way off. Now she was stark naked, her white flesh vulnerable to his stares. She gave him a round-eyed, pleading look. But Royce just laughed and pushed his fingers into her fine, blonde hair.

"No! Don't make me do this!"

His cock throbbed a few inches from her chin. She could see how the foreskin half-covered the swollen tip. Mary had seen pictures in an anatomy book. She'd studied how a male was put together, always excited by how much different they were than females. But this was the first time she'd seen a real cock. It was more frightening than the pictures, more potent looking. She jerked her arms, but the thongs only cut into her wrists deeper, making her wince. Royce was stroking her ears with his thumbs. Hot shivers went down her back despite the fear she felt.

"I don't think you can get it all in your mouth," he grinned. "But you gonna choke, ain't ya?"

Mary's sexual experience was limited to a few innocent games with a boy in the back seat of a car. Once Jimmy Grimes had managed to get his hand under her dress. But she'd let him touch her pantycrotch for only a few seconds. And while with a member of the opposite sex, Mary had always kept her own hands to herself. Now this monster wanted her to actually put her lips against his cock! He wanted her to suck on that hideous thing!

"Come on, give it lick. You get used to taste."

"If I put my lips against it, will you let me go then?"

"Try me."

Mary took a deep breath, closed her eyes and pursed her lips. Then Royce was pulling her forward suddenly, mashing his hot cock against her chin, then her mouth.

Struggling, twisting her head around, Mary opened her jaws to scream. But Royce just grasped her head harder and pulled her forward. His foreskin slipped back as the head of his cock went between her lips. Suddenly, Mary felt that throbbing, juice-slick prick. She was dizzy with shock. Royce moaned with pleasure, his hips thrusting as he jabbed the roof of her mouth with his fat, spongy dick.

"Mhhhuuuhhhmmm," Mary babbled, still struggling, but helpless to really stop him. She tightened her teeth against the stiff shaft, then thought better of it. Royce was trembling as he eased his cock in and out. A dribble of saliva oozed down her chin. It was all she could do to get her mouth around that thing!

"Yeah, baby, keep sucking. Use tongue, now. Come on, use God damned tongue."

Mary decided she'd be better off to cooperate. Though still dizzy from the shock of having a cock in her mouth, she flicked her tongue along his hot, rigid shaft. As she touched the two plump lobes under Royce's tip, he grasped her head harder and shoved deep. For a moment, she choked, but he eased back again. Mary licked his rigid cock-head again, and the big man shuddered.

"That's a girl. Hey, that feel good…"

"Mhhhuuuhhh," Mary panted, her nostrils wide with fear – and excitement, too. Because as much as she despised this brute, there was something about having his cock in her mouth that made her cunt throb. Her pussy tickled in a way that made her want to touch her cunt. Maybe part of it was being naked, naked on her knees with Royce's cock pulsing between her jaws.

"Now, let's go deep. Just take easy and no hurt."

"Nhhooo!"

"Oh, yeah, you learn what I like."

Surely this wasn't happening. Mary closed her eyes and a tear leaked down her cheek. But his cock kept on pounding against the roof of her mouth as Royce slid it deep. He caressed her neck with one hand while he held her thinly with the other. Now her saliva was dripping down his balls, then onto her belly as he thrust slowly forward, pulled slowly back.

"Ghhhaaabhh," she moaned as the head of Royce's cock jammed into her throat. That thing was pulsing like it might explode any second. Mary had glimpsed it once when Royce had pulled it all the way back and she knew how dark it had gotten. Now her tongue flicked nervously against it as Royce pulled his cock nearly free of her lips. She just wanted to get out of this place. If only he'd let her go now!

There was the sound of a muted buzzer. Royce pulled his cock out of Mary's mouth and walked to a panel by the door. She saw a number of colored lights with a switch beside each one. One light was blinking. Royce jerked on his cutoffs and shoved his cock down into them as he pulled the door open.

"Don't tell me I get your boyfriend, too?" he muttered. Mary's heart sank. So that was how she'd been detected! And she was sure that the light flashing on and off meant that Teresa had sneaked into the house in search of her.

The door slammed shut and she was alone. She tried to work the thongs from around her wrists. It was no good. There was nothing sharp to catch them on, either. After a long moment of silence, she heard feminine squeals and then something bumping against the closed door. It crashed open and Teresa fell sprawling across the carpet. The top of her bikini was already missing, and when she got to hands and knees and saw Mary naked with her hands bound behind her, Teresa began to sob.

"What is all this? What's going to happen to us?"

The big man looked hungrily at Teresa's long, lithe body. He seemed especially eager to touch her tits, too, jerking her bikini down to get to them. Mary watched her friend beat against the man's chest and struggle furiously. But he bent her arms behind her and began to lick her nipples. Her brown nubs swelled quickly, glistening from Royce's spit. It trickled down Teresa's flat belly as he sucked one perfect tit into his mouth to chew on.

"Ohhh, ohhhhh, stop!"

Still struggling, Teresa was pulled out into another room of Royce's living quarters. Mary struggled to her feet, her hands still tightly bound behind her. She could hear her friend kicking the wall and crying out weakly. Then there was silence except for her whimpering.

"I've got to go help," Mary panted, stumbling to the hallway where Royce had taken her friend from the room. Her cunt throbbed in the strangest way. She realized that she hadn't really been harmed yet, just shamed. But what did he mean to do to poor Teresa?

Following the sound of her best friend's moans, Mary fond a door ajar. There was a small light on a table, but this room was darker than the first. He had pulled Teresa's bikini bottom all the way off and had forced her knees back against her body. With her soft crevice peeled open like that, all her tender nubs and hollows were revealed. They glistened wetly from Teresa's natural lubrication or Royce's saliva, Mary couldn't tell which. Became the big man was licking her! He was stroking his tongue up and down the velvety flesh of her pussy!

"Uhhhhh," Teresa moaned, her head flopping to one side then the other. Weakly she tried to pull the giant's hair, tried to push his head away. But her thin arms fell limply to her belly. And her belly continued to heave as the licking sounds grew louder.

"Ohhhh, stop, stop it, please! Uhhhhh, ohhhhh, God, God, God!"

Instead of being turned off by the spectacle. Mary was surprised to find herself watching with excitement. She'd heard of such things happening before. But this was the first time in her life that she'd actually witnessed a man pressing his mouth to a woman's cunt. At least poor Teresa wasn't in pain. On the contrary, she seemed half out of her mind with passion. Her eyes fluttered and rolled and her tits quivered as she tensed her muscles against the probing tongue of the big man who continued to burrow in her dainty, dripping slit.

"Baby, you taste like wine. And I bet little blonde friend of yours does, too."

This made Mary thrill in an odd way. She was repulsed by the monster who was holding them captive. But the idea of his doing naughty things to her cunt with his mouth caused her juices to flow. She rubbed her tongue around in her mouth, remembering the size and shape of his huge prick. Again, she felt dizzy at the shock of being in such unfamiliar surroundings, of facing such uncertainty.

Now Royce had his hands on the insides of Teresa's thighs. As he continued to lick the entire length of her open cunt, he pried her yet wider. Mary could see his spit shining on her friend's skin. And then she glimpsed Royce's cock, swinging heavily under his belly. He pushed himself up over Teresa without warning, his open mouth sucking in her tit.

The black-haired beauty looked up at him with abject fear. She started to scream, but he covered her open mouth with his. He was holding his cock between thumb and finger, letting the dark-blue tip slide up and down in the greasy mess of Teresa's open cunt.

Despite her obvious fear, Teresa panted loudly. She first pushed at Royce's shoulders, then let her long-fingered hands slide across them. It seemed to Mary that something strange was happening to her friend. It was as if Royce were working some spell on her. The way his cock slipped so easily into the steamy slickness of her cunt amazed Mary even more.

"No!" Teresa groaned. "Don't do that anymore!"

"Why?" Royce chuckled. "You know you like it."

"Ohhhh, God, I don't like it at all!"

"Then why you squirming your ass like that?" He licked her face and pressed his cock-tip a little harder against her clit. Mary could see that sensitive nub sticking up from the glossy tissues surrounding it. It was like a rather large pearl, and every time the hot head of Royce's cock slipped across it, Teresa made a funny sound in her throat and seemed to shudder.

"I stick this thing inside you," Royce said.

"No! You'd kill me for sure!"

By now Mary had crept part way into the room. Her wrists stung from being tied and she was weak from shock. But there was something that drew her closer. She could smell her friend's musky excitement and she could see the muscles rippling along Royce's broad back. He looked big and strong enough to rip out a wall. Knowing that, she realized that he wasn't being nearly so rough as he could be. He was holding his heavy body up from Teresa's willowy form. He was teasing her! Teasing her with the hot head of his cock! And as he pressed and caressed her with it, poor Teresa squirmed her hips as if she couldn't quite find the willpower to be still.

"Now you like to feel nice hard cock?"

"Let me go, let me go!"

"Just an inch. You not a virgin, anyhow. You take an inch of head."

"Help me somebody!" Teresa bucked violently for a moment. But then Royce sucked her other breast into his mouth and was rubbing her clit again, his tip throbbing and swelling larger as he stroked her excited pussy. Teresa let out a breath and sagged, her hands falling away from the big man's chest. To Mary it seemed as if she'd suddenly become exhausted from her futile struggles. Mary's eyes opened wider as she watched Royce slide his cock downward through the shiny pink folds, down towards the reddened hollow that was the beginning of Teresa's hole. He eased his smoothly rounded tip against her cunt, and Mary saw his ass-muscles dimple as he began to push forward.

Teresa's wild thrashing was renewed and she babbled words of excitement and of fear. Mary pulled at the thongs around her wrists. Her cunt had begun to feel strangely warm. She felt wet down there, almost as wet as Teresa looked. She wondered what she should do about her best friend's predicament. She could throw herself at Royce, or try screaming, but in the end there was no doubt that he could easily overpower the two of them. And if she made him mad, there was the chance that he might do something really awful.

"Oh, my God!" Teresa whimpered. Mary looked again to see half of Royce's cock-tip disappear. It was surrounded by the squishy soft muscles that guarded Teresa's hole. She was squeezing down against the penetration, but Royce had no trouble in thrusting another half-inch into her.

Mary's heart pounded as she saw the entire head of his cock disappear behind Teresa's pink, muscled flesh. With that knob inside her, Teresa flailed the mattress with her heels and clawed frantically at the big man's back. Bright streaks of blood appeared as her nails cut deep.

"Uhhhh, you're killing me! You're splitting me apart!"

"It slip in too easy. God damn, you nice and tight! God damn…"

Royce kissed Teresa's pretty mouth, his spit sliding down her checks. After another gentle thrust, the willowy girl's whimpering turned to moans and for the first time Mary knew she was actually kissing him back!

This was a shocking revelation to Mary, but an exciting one, too. Royce couldn't be hurting Teresa too badly or she'd be screaming with pain. But it seemed as if his cock would go no deeper. He kept moving his hips around in a circle, caressing the insides of Teresa's cunt-hole with his swollen tip. And Teresa responded. Her ass lifted from the bed and trembled, the firm white cheeks tight with tension.

"Ohhhh, damn you," Teresa moaned when Royce let her breathe again. He licked the sides of her face and her long, white neck. Then his lips fastened on one plump nipple and he worried it until Teresa growled deep in her throat. The musky scent of sex was heavy in the room.

Mary pushed her ass against the wall. She felt shivery and weak all over. Her slit had gotten so wet that she saw the droplets of slickness hanging in the fine blonde curls that lined each of her cunt-lips. She was a little ashamed that she could grow so aroused over the seduction of her best friend. She should have been trying to help Teresa instead of watching. But then she'd been through all that. There was really nothing to do but watch. And watching continued to excite her.

"Ohhh," Teresa moaned. "It's so big! It's stretching me!"

Mary got to her knees so she could see what was happening. In the dim light, Royce's cock looked like it belonged to a horse rather than a man. And she still couldn't see his cock-head. It was inside poor Teresa, throbbing and rubbing against her.

Now Mary witnessed a new excitement in her friend. Teresa's ass began to rock from side to side. At first the movements were cautious, as it she were trying to feel just how big the head of Royce's cock really was. As if she were testing to see if it hurt when she moved. But as this squirming brought more thrilling friction to her cunt, her hips jerked more convulsively. She was clawing at the big man's back again and her breathing was ragged. Sometimes she stopped her throat altogether. Sometimes a breath was broken with a squealing whine and her hips would plunge forward and back, her ass rising and falling on the bed.

But Royce hadn't forced any more of his cock into her body. It was still just the head firmly imbedded inside the tightly clasping flesh. Mary could see the ring of muscles squeezing in a rhythm that seemed contagious. Her own cunt throbbed exactly like that, though she was still a virgin.

"Ohh, my God," Mary sighed. "Is he going to kill her with that cock of his?"

But Teresa didn't seem at all near death. She seemed closer to heaven! Her face had an agonized expression, but Mary recognized the look. She'd had it herself while rubbing her nipples in a hot bath. She'd experienced the feeling and knew it to be the kind of thing that made one almost hurt with pleasure.

"God… ohhhhh, stop! I'm going to lose my mind if you don't stop!"

Teresa pumped her ass wildly. Her movements were more like that of someone being tortured than pleased. Mary bit her lip. She could almost guess what kind of torture it might be. Something she'd never experienced. And as her heart pounded, she found herself wondering what it would be like to have Royce's huge cock jammed into her cunt!

I've got to get out of here, she thought. Poor Teresa had dug up the covers with her thin heels. Her fingers had scratched more blood from Royce's back, but he seemed not to notice the pain. His balls swung heavily as he continued to hold himself up from Teresa's slender body, continued to wedge his cock-tip against her slippery pussy-hole.

Then Teresa let out a scream. Her ass worked in a frenzy of jerks and shivers. She plunged and dipped and danced as her muscles firmly held in the hot head of the big man's cock. Mary knew Teresa was coming. Her long, husky sighs filled the room. And Royce was licking the black-haired girl's tits as he let her fly off into a paradise of itchy pleasure. Yes, it itched, Mary knew that much. It was an itch which seemed to transcend any other feeling. It was an itch that only grew more intense, more pleasurable when scratched.

"Ahhh, ohhhhhhh, God! Ohhhhh, I'm gonna die," Teresa babbled. Teresa's hands flopped across the big man's bleeding back. Then she shuddered one last time and seemed to wilt under him.

When Royce's cock came free of Teresa's tight cunt-hole, it made a wet, sexy sound. It was even larger than Mary had imagined it would be. Its glossy surface made her chew her lip again, because there was a milky droplet hanging from the small slitted opening at the tip.

"Uhhh," Royce groaned, his fingers sliding his foreskin forward and back. He continued this rhythmic pumping of his shaft and the white droplet grew bigger, then dripped down into Teresa's navel. Royce hovered over her like that, his eyes glazed, his big body trembling.

"Damn," he grunted, and another droplet appeared. Then a stream of white jetted up across Teresa's belly. It left a quivering streak, and more cum shot out from his cock. As Teresa moaned and squirmed, her belly and tits were covered with the steamy looking stuff. Mary held her breath. She'd never seen anything quite so erotic. All her virgin fantasies seemed pale in comparison. This was the real thing! She was seeing and smelling the potent sap of a man's cock. It was happening before her eyes.

"What's going on?" Teresa whimpered, wiping a hand across her tits. She smeared the hot cream over her nipples before she realized what Royce was doing. Then she gave a cry of surprise and started to squirm again, trying to escape the hot spray of his jism.

"Baby, baby doll…" Royce grunted, still pumping his cock, his hand jerking against the flared head of his prick. And each time he jerked upward like that, more white cum spattered across Teresa's body. Now her navel overflowed with the stuff as Royce pressed his body down over hers and ground out his lust against the downy softness of her tummy.

Stumbling blindly, Mary managed to get out of the room and back down the hall. She was suddenly panicked at the thought of Royce doing something to her with his cock. She was a virgin! Surely he wouldn't break her cherry. Or would he? She began to cry again, though her pussy still throbbed from what she'd just witnessed.

Mary heard movement in the back part of the living quarters. A door opened and closed. Then Royce came for her, his face strange-looking.

"Come on, I put you in with girlfriend. If you promise not do anything dumb," he glared, "like getting out of here."

"Promise," Mary gasped, knowing it was silly to be stubborn. She didn't have to keep her promise, did she?

Down the hall, Royce stopped and pushed her forward. The door opened, she was shoved roughly inside, and the door slammed shut behind her. Teresa lay naked on the bed, crying softly. She looked up and a smile cut her face.

"Oh, God, Mary. I'm so glad you're here with me!" She threw her arms around Mary's shoulders and Mary could smell the strange, sharp aroma of male cum. It made her a little giddy and Teresa saw her reaction and stepped back. "Look what he did to me! He made it spurt all over my skin and I couldn't do a thing about it."

Mary didn't say anything about what she'd seen. She was too much in shock to bring up the subject. While Teresa worked the thongs loose from her wrists, Mary was trying to think of what their next move should be.

Or was any move really possible, yet?

CHAPTER THREE

"God, that feels better," Mary said, rubbing the circulation back into her wrists. She sat on the bed, beginning to feel a little self-conscious over her nudity. Teresa seemed to share that emotion.

"The bastard didn't even leave anything for us to wear. But there's a bathroom in there." Teresa jerked her head toward a partly open door. "I'm going to have a shower right now." She smeared a hand across a glop of white cum. "How yuckky!"

"He… he didn't fuck you?" Mary asked. She knew the answer, of course, but was curious about how much her friend might want to admit.

"Thank God, no. But he tried. I guess I'm just too small for him." Teresa smelled some of the cum that had clung to her fingers. "Did you see how big he was?"

Mary wasn't about to admit that she'd actually had Royce's cock inside her mouth. Not all of it, but more than enough to know just how really huge it was! Her blush gave her away.

"You did see it, didn't you? He was naked when he dragged me through that room." Teresa was adding things up. "Just what were you doing on your knees with your hands tied behind you?"

Mary took a deep breath and shook her head. "It was awful. He tried to make me…" She shook her head harder. "I can't tell you. It was the most perverse thing anyone has ever tried to make me do."

"I can guess." Teresa got up, using the wall for support to make her way to the bathroom. "Oh, Mary, how will we ever get out of here? I don't think anybody will even miss us. I know my aunt won't miss me. She's probably out honky-tonking for the weekend. For all I know, she's shacked up with her boyfriend Tommy."

"And my folks are gone!" Mary whined. "They left me behind at the house while they visit my brother's family upstate. They won't be back for at least a week."

"We don't have to tell Royce that," Teresa hissed. "Maybe if he thinks somebody's looking for us, he'll let us go."

From the bathroom, Mary heard her friend calling her. She hurried to the door and looked at the big mirror and the tiled, sunken tub.

"There's room for both of us," Teresa said, "if you want to take a bath, too."

"Yes, I think I'd like one very much."

With the hot water lapping at the edges of the tiles, Mary eased herself into the tub and splashed her face. Teresa was gently soaping one of her perfect tits, an odd smile on her face.

"At least he's not a murderer. Do you think he owns this place?"

"Of course not. He just works for somebody. He's a rich man's goon, can't you tell?"

"He's like a gorilla." Teresa tilted her head. "But at least he didn't hurt me." She winced a little as she touched herself under the water. "Not much, anyway."

"What did he do to you?" Mary asked, already knowing the answer but wanting to hear it from Teresa's lips.

Teresa leaned a little closer. "He fucked me, but just with the head of his cock. It does have a head, you know. It's kind of shaped like a mushroom and it's spongy when you touch it. Spongy but firm. It's hot, too!" A strange smile appeared on Teresa's lips. "He did stretch me. Thank God, he didn't try to put it in any deeper."

"You seem to like him," Mary said, frowning.

"I didn't say that." Teresa shrugged. "But he could have done lots worse. He could have raped me all the way. He could have filled me full of that yucky white stuff, and you know what happens then."

"Yes, I suppose he could have done all that." The thought of the same thing happening to her made her shiver. She rolled a bar of soap in her hands and spread the foamy lather across her shoulders. Her hand dropped to smear the soap across her tits. Her nipples came to life under the soft friction and she felt her cunt tighten.

Was Teresa watching her? It felt so good after observing the erotic spectacle between her friend and Royce. It felt lovely. She rubbed her nipples again, noticing that they had grown firm and sensitive. Teresa was washing the cum from her neck and didn't seem to be paying much attention. Using a fluttering movement of her hand, Mary caressed her tits until the throbbing pleasure grew intense where her clit was. It was tingling with the magic heat of sexual excitement and she had a wild desire to touch herself under the surface of the water.

"I think that's why he took me to that room," Teresa said suddenly.

"Why?" Mary managed to reply.

"Because he knew you were a virgin. Or maybe you just looked like one. You know, not very experienced."

Mary had taken such kidding from Teresa before. It didn't bother her. What bothered her was the fact that she wasn't going to be able to stop touching herself. She needed to feel the itchy, consuming excitement that a come would bring. Her hands trembled as she continued to caress herself.

"Why don't you stop trying to be so seductive about it," Teresa blurted. "I don't care if you want to masturbate."

Shamed a little by her friend's frankness, Mary felt the need to confess. She gave Teresa a shy look, then rubbed her nipples again, enjoying the sensations of pleasure more now that she didn't have to hide her excitement.

"The reason I got so worked up was that… well, I was watching. When Royce was fooling with you."

"You saw what he did?"

Mary's eyes fluttered. "Yes. I saw him put the head of his cock inside you. And I watched how it made you squirm and go kind of crazy. There was nothing I could do, anyway, so I just watched. And the longer I watched…"

"The more hot you got, right?"

"God, did I ever!"

Teresa's smile deepened. "And now you're dying to bring yourself off."

"I've only done it a few times in my life," Mary admitted. She'd always known that Teresa was more sexually precocious. And watching her pretty friend take the enormous tip of Royce's cock into her cunt had awed Mary. Since she didn't even have a hole yet, she felt more like a child than ever. She wanted to ask Teresa exactly how it had felt to be fucked, but couldn't quite find the nerve.

"Don't you use your fingers in your cunt?" Teresa asked.

"My mother always told me that nice girls don't…"

Teresa's laughter made her stop. "If we acted like nice girls all the time, we'd never have any fun."

Mary frowned. "Aren't you even upset over what Royce did to you?"

"I was at first, but if you watched, you know how excited it made me. I'd never felt anything like that before."

Mary had to ask, "Teresa, have you ever gone all the way with a guy? I mean, before Royce?"

Now it was Teresa's turn to back off a bit. "No. I know I've led you to believe that I'm pretty experienced. But the only thing that's been in my cunt-hole is my fingers and that vibrator you stole today."

"You're not a virgin though."

"I popped myself when I was twelve. It didn't hurt much and I'd been hearing rumors about how every girl had a hole. I wanted to find mine," she giggled. "Wow, did I ever find it!"

"What do you mean by that?"

"After I felt how good it was to stick my fingers in, I started doing it all the time. It got to be a habit. Even in class."

Mary had been feeling her cunt under the water as she listened to Teresa's voice. Her finger had eased into the hot crevice and she'd gently caressed her clit. But the water made everything too squeaky and she took her hand away.

"I think I'll get out," Mary said. "That gorilla might come back and I don't want him to see us like this."

"I'm not as scared as I was a little bit ago. I'm pretty sure Royce isn't the type to do anything really awful to us."

"You mean like throw us in the ocean after he's gotten enough sex?"

"Yeah. He's just not like that. I could tell when he was kissing me. For a monster, he's got a soft streak. He was pretty gentle with me."

"You sound like you liked it."

"Well, Mary, I can't say I hated it." Teresa stepped out of the tub and began to dry her lean body.

Back in the bedroom, Mary pulled everything from her beach bag and placed it neatly on the dresser. She hadn't brought much for their day by the ocean. A bottle of baby oil, a large towel, a paperback book, a chapstick, and a thin cotton shirt to throw over her shoulders when she'd had enough sun. She donned her bikini again and buttoned up the shirt. She wanted to cover herself as much as possible. When she looked around, Teresa was on her knees by the door, squinting into the keyhole.

"If I had a bobby pin or something I'll bet I could get this thing open. It's an old kind of lock."

"I hear someone coming!" Mary hissed, getting up. Both of them hurried down the hall to the bathroom and locked themselves in. Teresa's bravado had wilted and she shivered there beside Mary like a cornered animal.

"I think whoever it was is gone," she said finally.

"We know who it was." Mary cupped a hand over her cunt as if unconsciously protecting that soft, vulnerable spot. Quietly, they opened the door and sneaked back down the hall. The first bedroom was empty as before, but a paper bag caught Mary's eye. There were hamburgers and fries and a couple of malts.

"He even knew I liked strawberry," Teresa exclaimed, pushing a straw through the lid.

"They're both strawberry," Mary said. "And I like chocolate myself." The two of them ate quickly. Mary was surprised how hungry her adventure had made her. But she was depressed when she realized that no one would be out looking for them.

"I wish we weren't in a basement," Teresa griped. "I wonder what time it is?"

"I'm going to bed, anyway. I'm bushed."

It felt silly to wear her shirt and bikini to sleep in. The swimming suit was still damp and it had a way of binding when she rolled over. She pulled it off and put the shirt back on before pulling the covers up. Beside her on the table, Mary perused the few personal items she'd brought along. Her eyes fixed on the baby oil, then the chapstick. The thought that followed made her cheeks flush.

"I've been listening to Teresa too much," she breathed, closing her eyes. But the strange bed and her uncertain future made it hard to sleep. She felt a tension, a need to relax. Again Mary was looking at the baby oil and the chapstick remembering Teresa's words.

Teresa had taken the other bed and borrowed Mary's paperback. With the lights off, except for the one by her friend's bed, Mary sneaked the bottle of baby oil under the sheet and dumped a little into her palm. She was shivering all over. She felt a little guilty, but the need to excite herself was much more powerful. She spread the oil across her cunt-mound, pressing in with her palm until her outer lips parted to expose the more delicate tissue inside.

"Ohhhhh," she breathed softly, her eyes rolling from the thrill she was giving herself. She used a finger now, curling it, pulling it up and down the depth of her crevice until her flesh tingled everywhere. Using more oil, she slipped her other hand up under the shirt she wore and began to massage her tits.

The combination of her touching began to make Mary restless. Her hips moved as if they had a mind of their own. And her nipples had extended from soft, pink nubs into firmer, longer protuberances. She rubbed faster and a fiery pleasure coursed down her belly.

"Yhhhhuuh, that's so nice!"

Teresa turned off the light. Mary had to wait until she heard the steady rhythm of her breathing and an occasional snore. She didn't want her friend to know what she was up to. Slowly, careful not to make too much noise, Mary began to caress herself once again.

"Qhhh, wow! Teresa was right. It's nice to do it with your fingers."

It was nice, too, to tease herself, not giving herself quite enough stimulation to bring on that itchy madness everybody called coming. That meant she couldn't touch her clit too much or she'd start thrashing and groaning and it would all be over. If she did that, Teresa would probably overhear her, too. So she began to explore her cherry, using just the tip of her middle finger.

"It's kind of a lump," she panted, her hips rocking as she probed and tickled. To her surprise, she found what seemed to be a tiny opening in the dainty membrane. She wiggled the tip of her finger into it and pushed until her first knuckle was sliding into her body. Then she felt a sting and knew she'd torn herself a little.

A wave of shock went through her, but Mary felt the pleasure just as strongly. And, after all, it wasn't a major operation that she was performing. She was just curious about how she was built, how her cunt was put together.

"Mmmmm, feels nice. And it's so hot in there!" She had her middle finger two-knuckles deep now. She was certain that she'd made the small menstrual opening somewhat larger. Still, she could count herself as a virgin.

"Ohhhh, my, I think I can get all my finger inside now!"

With slow, in-and-out movements, Mary skewered herself, then withdrew. She looked at her finger in the light that came from the hallway. There was a tiny smear of blood and her knuckles glistened with her own musky juices. She sniffed her finger then and another thrill went through her. She was surprised that her own scent could excite her so readily.

Now Mary took the chapstick and rubbed it with I oil. She began to push it in and out of her cunt, letting her muscles tighten when she had inserted it deep enough. She found she could actually grip the thin tube with her cunt. And gripping it like that made the tension inside her reach a feverish level. She wanted to come so bad! But suddenly the chapstick slipped from between her thumb and finger, slipped out of reach. Breathless with anxiety, Mary tried to fish it out with her middle finger. There was no way she was going to get it now, unless she tore her cherry the rest of the way through.

"Ohhhh," she whimpered, her heart pounding hard.

There was a sound at the door. A key turning the lock. Mary sat up straight, her trembling fingers trying to button up the front of her shirt. Teresa slept on, obviously exhausted from her afternoon's excitement. When Royce's silhouette loomed into the room, Mary had to smother a desire to screw.

He came to her bed and a big hand went around her wrist.

"Come with me, baby," he rumbled, trying to whisper. "Royce don't like to sleep alone."

Mary was too scared to say anything and too weak to walk. The giant cradled her in his arms and carried her out of the room, stopping long enough to lock the door behind him. Teresa didn't even know she was gone.

"My bed more comfortable anyway," Royce told her, putting her down gently on the mattress. "And don't worry about hurting."

Finally, Mary had found her voice. "Royce, you will let us go tomorrow, won't you?"

"Maybe. Maybe not." He was working on the buttons of her shirt. Mary decided it would be risky to try and stop him. When his eyes scanned her small tits, he didn't seem as disappointed as she'd imagined. He pulled her close and sucked one white swell into his mouth. As his hot tongue stroked her turgid nipple, Mary shuddered and groaned, her head flopping weakly to the side. Touching herself with her hand had been nice, but this…

"Ohhhh, ohhhhh, Royce, ohhhhh, I can't stand that."

Mary's cunt tightened as the big man licked her. She could feel that chapstick floating around inside her. But she didn't have the concentration to dwell on that fact. Royce was sucking her other nipple now, letting his teeth bite just hard enough to send a hot thrill through her belly and cunt.

Mary writhed in the big man's arms. He licked her until her back arched, her hips jerking forward and back against his fingers. With his mouth still clamped wetly over one quivering tit, he massaged her clit. She could feel his cock pressing against her thigh. It had to be at least ten-inches long, maybe longer. She could never forget how that thing had felt sliding between her lips and across her tongue. Would Royce want to make her do that again?

As his hot tongue slipped down over her belly and then lower, Mary was aware of her lost chapstick again. It was a silly thing to have happened. She wasn't sure whether her health was in danger because of it, but more than that she worried about Royce finding out. He was fucking her cunt now, and she couldn't help but writhe.

"Uhhh, uhhhhh, when you do that it makes me feel very naughty."

"You are naughty little girl. At least I try make you naughty."

"I'm too young. You could get in lots of trouble."

"I used to trouble." He sucked her pussy-lip between his teeth and chewed them until Mary squirmed and sucked in her breath. Then he was holding her outer lips apart so that he could press his tongue against her cherry. She felt him forcing through the tear in her membrane now, but doing it in a gentle way that made her all the more excited.

"… somebody's gonna find out sooner or later," she gasped, digging her fingers into his hair.

Royce just laughed and pushed a little harder. A sharp sting made her jump. He was doing it, he was breaking her cherry with his tongue!

"Now it's your turn," he said suddenly, pulling his mouth away. She felt relief and unexplainably, disappointment. She knew she couldn't let him get the idea she liked what he was doing to her. She had to be strong. But her young body was trembling and she couldn't hide the fact that she was panting.

"Come on," Royce grinned, turning around to face her. "You did good for beginner when we do it first time." He pulled Mary down so she was lying on her belly, her face in his lap. His cock was nudging the underside of her chin as she teetered there on her elbows, trying to calm her pounding heart.

Royce caressed her head and face with his big fingers. He was so strong, yet gentle, too. She was mixed up inside. She felt that he was both her tormentor and her protector. And that hot, hard cock throbbing against her bottom lip scared the daylights out of her. But then Royce was prying her mouth open and holding his cock steady so she could suck it.

"Mmmmmmnnho," she protested, shaking her head. But with that huge hand squeezing her just under both ears, she had to open up. The hot head of Royce's cock was glossy with his slickness and she made another weak sound of resistance as he pushed down on the back of her head and the swollen tip thrust in against her tongue. She teased his cock with frantic licks, trying to keep it from choking her. But Royce liked what she was doing. He groaned with pleasure and held her face on each side, moving her head up and down over his jerking erection.

Spit dribbled down as Mary was forced to suck him. She used her tongue like he wanted her to do. It was easy knowing what he wanted. Whenever she did it, he tensed and sucked in a breath and made soft noises in his throat. Again Mary was torn between hating this monster and wanting to please him. Pleasing him was possibly the only way out of her predicament.

"Ghhhaaahhh," she gasped, her nostrils flared. It felt as if his cock were filling every inch of her mouth. She drooled as she tried to keep it from going into her throat. It was obvious that Royce was very excited. His movements were jerky and strange and he kept squeezing the sides of her head like he was trying to crack it open. It didn't really hurt, but it scared Mary. She could tell by the way his prick-tip was throbbing and getting bigger that it might squirt out his hot cum. Then she'd have to swallow it!

But Royce pulled her head away and made her look at his prick.

"That big as you ever see, baby. Take good look."

Mary trembled. The white shaft was so big she couldn't quite get a thumb and finger all the way around it. And the foreskin had formed a wrinkled collar where it had bunched up behind the exposed tip. The tip was as smooth as satin and twice as shiny. It was a dark blue and she could see it swelling and shrinking. Yes, Royce had at least ten inches. She didn't have enough experience to compare him with anybody else, but Mary knew in her heart that he was well above average. "You like to feel thing inside you?"

"No!" she snapped, closing her eyes, trying to block out the image completely.

"Some girl like to take in ass first. That get them ready for main event."

"You're awful," she hissed, starting to get to her hands and knees. Royce pushed her down again and changed his petition on the bed. He dragged her to the edge of the mattress so that her knees slipped over. He made her kneel on the carpet and lean across the bed. He was feeling her up something awful. Mary felt the old panic return.

"What are you doing to me?"

"Take it easy. You two chicks my new toys. I can't get enough. And I not try out all your holes yet." Royce laughed.

What did he mean? Mary was afraid she knew the answer to that. Because he'd just rubbed something greasy across her asshole. He spread the butter between her asscheeks until she whimpered with fear. Her ass was squeezed tightly together, but with the butter, Royce was able to slide his fingers across her tingling hole. He caressed her again and again. Finally, she trembled and relaxed some. That was when she felt him touch her again, then push his finger quickly inside.

"Ahhhhh!" she gasped, surprised and shocked at the unspeakable act. It had always been bad enough to get an enema, but to have a man put his finger in there! It made her blush with shame. But it tingled, too. In the oddest way.

"Yeah, you got nice guts," Royce said, fingering her deeper. Slowly, he began an in-and-out movement, and before she knew it, Mary was responding. She couldn't seem to help it. The whole lower part of her body was alive with thrilling surges of lust. She had never expected her asshole to be an erogenous zone. But obviously, she had more nerve endings there than she'd expected. The right kind of nerve endings.

"Uhhh, uhhhhh, God, that makes me feel so funny inside."

"Baby, you feel nothing yet."

Royce eased his finger out of her and wiped it on something. The next thing she knew, he was pushing the rounded head of his cock between her well-buttered asscheeks.

"No! I'm begging you, Royce, don't do that!"

"Don't knock it unless you try it!"

"Ohhhhh, let me go, let me go!" Mary squealed, struggling furiously. Royce pressed his chest down against her back to quiet her. She beat the bed with both fists, whimpering for mercy. Royce didn't intend to give her any. His hot cock-tip was pressing against her slickly buttered asshole, and as he nudged, she knew that she wouldn't be able to stop him from penetrating her.

Squeezing her checks again, she managed to slow him down. But when finally he could stand the tension no longer, the big man grabbed her hips and thrust forward suddenly.

Mary's head came up from the bed and she shuddered as if an arrow had been driven through her young body. Royce thrust again, his head popping past the circle of muscles that her sphincter controlled.

"Yaaaaahhhhh!" she gasped, aware suddenly of the fullness inside her ass. She writhed more slowly now, afraid that any quick movements might hurt her in some way. Because it was as if she were skewered on the end of a thick pole. But the pole was going deeper. The butter made it easy.

Royce eased back and stabbed again. The crackling slick sound of the grease made Mary feel even stranger. Nobody had ever touched her where Royce had, much less spread warm butter into her flesh. And now his cock was inside. He was fucking her where she shit! It was all so incredible and wicked that she couldn't think straight. She could only pant and whimper and feel that thick, hot cock going deeper, ever deeper.

"Ohhhh, ohhhhh, you're too big! Way too big! You're splitting me apart!"

"Relax, quit fighting me…"

Mary let the brute kiss her neck. Then he was biting it, his hands shivering as he traced the smooth inward curve of her waist and the plush lines of her ass and hips.

"Baby, you good like your friend, you know?" Was he complimenting her or her ass? Did she even want a compliment? All she really wanted was to be home in her own bed and never see this gorilla again. But Royce grasped her harder, his fingers digging into her belly as he worked his throbbing cock a little deeper into her body.

"Gonna fuck you ass, then I pop cream all over," he murmured, hunching her powerfully. The movement, the rhythmic plunging forward made shivers of lust go up and down Mary's back. She had no control over her emotions now. She was only aware of the fact that she was being fucked in the ass. She was being sodomized. A huge, fevered cock was jammed up into her slippery guts while a wet mouth sucked at the nape of her neck, then her earlobes. She writhed, totally lost in the unexpected pleasure the friction of Royce's fucking was giving her.

He slipped a hand under her belly and found her slit easily. As he widened her outer lips, a flood of juice leaked onto his knuckles. He began to rub her clit, gently at first, then as her hot lubrication quickened, he stroked her harder.

"Uhh, uhhh, uhhhh, God," Mary panted, totally lost now. Her belly sucked in under her ribs and her eyes rolled unfocused. Shuddering waves of pleasure surged through her flesh. She felt herself rising, floating in a field of tickling flowers. She felt the itchy madness coming, coming so fast that she could only struggle to get air into her lungs and curl her fingers deeper into the bedspread. Then she was coming and as she spasmed, her asshole squeezed tight.

Royce groaned then, his prick jerking powerfully inside her. She felt the sudden spurt of his cream. She heard him cry out again. She felt him ramming her, fucking her ass with full, strong strokes.

"Baby… Jeeeeessshhhuuusss!"

And all the while, his finger continued to dig at her clit. She bucked in the frenzy of her come. She screamed something, maybe it was Royce's name. He kept grinding his weight down against her. His belly was hot against her asscheeks. Her bottom was being plowed deep as he planted his hot cum in her guts.

"Ohhhh, Royce, ohhhh, God, ohhhhh, no! Ohhhhh, shit!"

Slamming her hard, Royce save a final shudder and slumped down against her back, his hot mouth drooling against her shoulder. For a moment, Mary had no idea who she was or where she was. But what had surprised her was the intensity of her climax. She'd never come like that before. Never in her whole life. When the big man rolled off of her, she saw her missing chapstick on the bed where her cunt had been. The convulsive tension of her pussy while Royce had fucked her ass had forced it out. She palmed the thing so the big man wouldn't see. Now her embarrassment was complete. But over shadowing it was the radiant afterglow of her come.

CHAPTER FOUR

When Mary limped back to her bed that night. She didn't tell Teresa what had happened. She wasn't particularly proud, even if her sexual experience had been broadened somewhat. She was confused, more than anything. She hadn't liked the idea of what Royce had done to her, but just remembering the act itself made her tingle all over. She'd really come hard. And Royce had known it.

They were just waking up next morning when Royce brought breakfast. It looked as if he'd worked overtime fixing it, and neither of them could complain they weren't being fed well while in captivity.

"Fattened up for the kill," Teresa said, her mouth full of biscuit.

"No, I think you were right about what you said. Royce just doesn't seem like the type to hurt anybody. At least not young girls like us."

"What made you come around to that idea?" Teresa asked, giving Mary a funny look. "Did he pay you a visit last night?"

"Of course not!"

"Aw, you don't have to lie about it. I heard him take you out." Teresa put a bite of egg in her mouth. "And he practically had to carry you back in. Then you took a bath, right? So what did he do that made you feel like you had to clean up?"

Blushing furiously, Mary stared at her plate. "Nothing."

"Like hell. I'll bet he fucked you, too, didn't he?"

"You can look if you want," Mary blurted. "I'm still a virgin."

"Oh, hell, I'll take your word for it. But something must have happened." Teresa smiled again. "I'll bet he's pretty fond of your bottom. I wish mine was nice and curvy like yours."

"That's funny," Mary giggled. "I've always envied your slender shape."

"Maybe both of us are pretty nice looking."

Mary grew serious again. "Teresa, we've got to try to get out of here today."

"I'm going to work on this lock pretty soon," her friend admitted. "Don't worry. We can get out if we really try."

"You'd think his boss would know about this."

"Maybe the boss is away," Teresa shrugged, finishing her toast and pushing her plate away. "While the boss is away, Igor will play."

"He wouldn't like to hear you calling him Igor."

"I'll bet Igor was never hung like Royce is! God, that thing is…" Teresa shivered and a strange smile played across her face. "I wonder what it would feel like to have it all the way inside…"

"Teresa! You don't really mean that, do you?"

"Course not," Teresa said quickly, standing up. "I was just talking."

But her friend's comment had Mary thinking, too. She was vividly remembering just how deep Royce's huge cock had penetrated her body. Much deeper than it had speared Teresa! He'd fucked Mary's ass and rubbed her clit and chewed on her neck and ears until she'd had the most breath stopping come of her life. She couldn't forget something so intense. And thinking of the way that swollen prick had felt in her mouth made her pussy slippery inside. She stifled a moan and rubbed a hand across her cunt-mound. Just then, the door was opened and Royce filled the room.

"Hey girls, how you feel today now?"

Mary was sure she saw Teresa give the huge man a little smile. Mary tried to avoid his eyes. She couldn't help taking a peek at his crotch. The snake-like lump extended down one pants leg and she could even make out the ridged shape of his cock-head. It made her nipples tingle and she sucked in a quick breath.

"You!" Royce said sharply, pointing at Mary. "Come with me."

"No!" she whimpered. But the big man grabbed her wrist and pulled her from the room. Teresa looked worried, but the door was shut in her face and Royce locked it and shoved the key in his pocket.

"Nate want to look at you."

"Nate Rexford?" Mary gasped.

"None other. You heard of him, huh?"

"Everybody's heard of him. He's one of the richest men in this part of the country, isn't he?"

"Yeah, I guess boss have lot of money. But one thing he like more than money." Mary was afraid to ask, so she didn't. "Virgins," Royce said and laughed like he'd lost his mind. "Lucky I save you last night. Or I be out of job." He wrenched her around roughly. "And when you see Mr. Rexford, you don't say nothing what I did last night, okay? I can make rough on you."

Mary nodded. She was in a state of shock as she was pushed ahead of Royce up the carpeted stairs. This part of the house was more richly furnished than the basement. She could smell money everywhere. Her bare feet sunk into the rug that seemed to go on forever down a long hallway. Royce pulled her up short at a large, fancy door. She felt foolish in her shirt and bikini.

Royce touched a button by the door and nodded to her. "You wait here." Then he hurried away.

For a moment, Mary thought of running down the hall. Maybe she could hide somewhere, or find a window to scream from. But the big house was on a huge estate. Who would hear her? Still, she could delay things, make it hard for them to find her. It was too late. The door opened and she was staring into the blue eyes of a tall, well-built man.

Nate Rexford was younger than she'd imagined. Or did he just look young? Yes, not that she could see him better, she realized he was the type of man who kept good care of his body and face. He had on a short, velvet robe that showed off his muscular legs. He was nearly as blonde as she was, and his hair was long at the nape of his neck.

"So, you're one of the nymphs who decided to pay me a visit yesterday."

Mary took a step back. "It's not like that at all. We didn't…"

Nate took her hand and pulled her into the room. The rug was blue, the sofa snow-white. There were expensive paintings and sculpture everywhere. He snuggled an arm around her waist and walked her toward a fancy cabinet. It opened to reveal an array of bottles. Nate turned his blue eyes on her as if judging what her taste might be. Then he chose a bottle.

"Mary. That's your name, isn't it?"

"Yes." Mary looked at her hands. She was twisting the bottom edge of her shirt. She felt so naked in that damned bikini. The skimpy, satin thing clung to her plush ass like it was a second skin and she knew she was growing damp.

Nate had mixed her a drink. She took it, afraid to say no. To her surprise, it tasted very good. She slugged half of it down without thinking. She needed a little courage.

"If you'd just let us go, we'd promise never to bother you again," she said at last.

"But then I wouldn't be able to get to know you," Nate said. He touched her shoulder gently. Even through her shirt, she could feel his sensuality. She trembled and took another mouthful of the drink he'd given her. Nate smiled. "And I do want to get to know you. I understand that you're a virgin."

Red faced, Mary frowned, then nodded. She didn't know how to act around such an unsettling person. She didn't know whether he was making fun of her or merely tormenting her before he tried to get his hands inside her bikini.

"Then you'll be curious about sex, won't you?"

"I'm not at all curious!" she blurted.

"Don't be silly. Everybody is. Even we who already know a lot." He let his hand slide down her back, down to where her waist curved out. Mary shivered and turned slightly, but the man touched her ass then, petting one perfect cheek as he traced the line of the bikini. Mary closed her eyes, clinging to her drink with both hands as she touched the glass to her lips once more.

"Come on over here," Nate whispered, letting his mouth brush across her neck.

"I don't want to come anywhere with you," Mary said, realizing too late her unfortunate choice of words. Nate had picked it up, too. Was he thinking of coming inside her? Or all over her belly like Royce had done to Teresa? Mary looked around as if searching for a way out. That was when Nate kissed her on the mouth.

She gave a cry of surprise, but the kiss was in tense, wet, sexy. She felt him take her in his arms.

Her glass was empty except for ice. He uncurled her fingers from it and let it thump to the floor. Then his fingers slipped inside her shirt, pushing it up so he could cup each of her small tits with his palm. Mary was breathing fast now. She couldn't seem to think, couldn't seem to act.

"The sofa's more comfortable," Nate told her, pulling her down onto it. He moved his fingers quickly to the tie of her bikini top. It fell away and he gazed at her body as if she were some priceless work of art.

"I love small breasts." He kissed each of her nipples in turn. Mary hadn't even been aware of his other hand. Now she realized that he'd loosened the bottom part of her bikini, too, and was petting her fine, blonde pubic curls.

"You'd better stop now," she babbled, pushing a hand against his chest.

"On the contrary, now's the time to begin." He kissed her mouth until she was breathing irregularly. His finger was so gentle. She moaned as he found the pearly slickness of her clit and rubbed it in slow circles. "Wouldn't you like me to eat your pussy?"

"Please, let me up," Mary whimpered, embarrassed and shocked. But Nate kept her pinned back against the sofa cushions while he explored her dripping cunt. He was kissing her belly now, and she felt one of her legs being bent up so that her cunt-lips parted with a wet, sexy sound.

"Beautiful…" Nate murmured.

"Don't do this… ohhhhh!" But Mary's head flopped back and now Nate was caressing her sparsely furred mound with his lips. Gingerly, he stretched her open with his thumbs. She glanced down, too weak to stop him. A raging fire inside her consumed what little resistance she had left. He was looking at her pink, inner softness, gazing at the glistening heat of her folds. Then he pursed his lips and pressed them deep into her squishy, throbbing pussy.

"Yaaaahhhhhh," Mary whimpered, her hips moving despite her efforts to keep still. Nate's tongue snaked out, flicking up and down her slit. "Ohhhhhh!"

The sound of him eating her was almost enough to bring her off. And the itchy pleasure he created by caressing her made her belly tighten and her tits heave. She dug her fingers into his hair and tried weakly to push him away. To her surprise, Nate quit licking her pussy.

"You're hotter than I thought," he smiled. "And I think I want you to come with my cock in side you."

"Nooo!" Mary gasped, wriggling to escape. He opened his robe with a shrug of his shoulders and she saw his tan, muscled chest and hard belly. And then she saw his cock.

It wasn't as thick around as Royce's prick, but it was more beautiful. Yes, it was the only way to describe it. Beautiful. Mary was surprised and shocked at how her mind had hit upon that word without meaning to. Nate was uncircumcised but his foreskin was stretched back completely to expose his cock-head. It was shaped like a strange and delicate mushroom. The taut flesh was stretched with blood and had the texture of fine satin. Nate pulled her hand down and made her touch him. The slender hardness throbbing against her palm made Mary close her eyes and breathe like she had been running up a mountain.

"Qhhh, it's too long to go inside me! It'll hurt me!"

"I won't hurt you." Nate kissed her tits again, lingering at her nipples until she arched her back upward and trembled with erotic tension. She was still holding onto his rigid cock when he moved his hips down and opened her thighs so that the drip ping folds of her pussy opened, too.

"You put it in," he whispered.

"Ohh, no, I couldn't! I don't want you to do this! If you don't stop now, I'll…"

"You'll what?" Nate laughed.

He moved his hips again. Though she hadn't really meant to guide him into her, his tip brushed across her clit. She jerked it away from her moist flesh and looked down between their bodies. Nate's cock-head was shiny with a smear of her cunt-juices. This had a disquieting effect on her. A surge of sexual electricity seemed to jolt through her body.

"Touch yourself with it again," Nate breathed, his lips warm and wet against her ear. As if hypnotized, Mary dipped his cock down under her mound again. As he pushed it between the plush, plump halves of her pussy, she shivered. It was brushing her clit again! He was rocking his hips, rubbing himself against her most sensitive place. She whimpered with lust as she felt her pearl of clit-flesh rise from its hood for more excitement.

"Good girl. Feels good, doesn't it?"

"Yesss!" Nate was holding himself still now, letting her move his shaft up and down, up and down. She was ashamed of her lack of will. But the rubbing made her body flame with thrills. She rocked her hips as the friction grew exhilaratingly intense.

"Ahhh, ahhhhhhh, ohhhhh!"

"You lovely little animal," Nate breathed against her mouth. Then his tongue went between her teeth. She sucked at it instinctively, but he drew it back with a smile. She opened her adolescent mouth and panted for him to kiss her again. She was pumping her ass wildly now, feeling the carnal tension build in the muscles of her thighs and belly.

"God, feels so nice… ohhhh, ohhhhhh, damn you! Ohhhhh, what's happening to me?"

Nate pushed his tongue into her mouth again and she suckled it hungrily. Then he was sucking hers. She arched her back more sharply than before, rubbing her small tits against his chest. She'd never behaved like this in her whole life. She felt as if another personality had invaded her body. She put her arms tightly around the handsome man's neck and plunged her hips in a frenzy as the tickling pleasure built quickly toward a peak.

But Nate eased his cock away from her clit then, and calmed her hips with soft caresses.

"Easy, girl, just take it easy now. I want you to go when I'm fucking you!"

"Then fuck me!" Mary gasped. "Fuck me now!"

Pushing both her legs up, Nate let his cock-tip slide along the full length of her slit. The sound it made was the sexiest thing Mary had ever heard. Then he pressed it gently against her partly torn cherry. She felt the sting again but now she was feverish with desire. Mary tossed her hips eagerly, her eyes glazed with wanting this stranger, her fingers curling against his muscled back.

"Do it! Ohhhh, please do it to me!"

Nate thrust. He didn't move more than an inch or two but the streamlined head of his cock split her. She felt a hot line of blood course down once asscheek. The sting wasn't as bad as before. She rolled her hips around the thick, fat cock that was now inside her. The smearing slickness of her flesh made Nate sigh.

"You're tighter than I thought," he groaned, thrusting again. The juicy sound of her cunt being penetrated made Mary pant like a dog. And her muscles were constricting with nervous spasms. She wasn't doing it consciously. It was the hot, stiff stab of Nate's cock.

"Ohhhh, how deep is it in?" she whispered, trying to push a hand down. Nate lifted himself up enough for her to touch his shaft. Her trembling fingers traced the plush slickness of her inner lips where they stretched our around his prick. Her juices were making everything slippery and hot down there. When she pulled her hand up to her face, she saw the blood on her fingertips.

"I'm halfway inside you," Nate said, soothing her with his voice. He petted her face with both hands, gently working his hips, gently forcing another inch of his prick into her tight, young twat.

"Uhhhhh! Ohhhhhhh, it feels so strange…" Mary closed her eyes. The friction was so intense and her clit was so turgid. The slightest brush made her tremble. "So sharp! Ohhhhh, you're stretching me!"

Nate pulled his cock back until just the head of it was being squeezed between her inner lips. Slowly, he let it divide her muscles, let it slide into her pussy deeper than before. Now the juicy flood made everything very slick. Even as tight as she was, Mary could feel how easily Nate fucked her. He repeated his movements, making her whimper when he held his tip just out of reach. She worked her hips frantically, her cunt-hole tightening around him the second his flared head was inside again.

"Ohhhh, ohhhhhh, my God!"

With her knees forced back, it let that hot, hard cock go so deep! She wriggled furiously, clasping at the firmness, milking at it. Nate shuddered, obviously excited by the fevered squeeze of her pussy. Then he kissed her mouth until she was weak. She was going to come. She could feel the throbbing surges of pleasure swamping her senses.

"Whhhuuuhhhh! Ohhhhh, I'm gonna come! Ohhhhh, fuck!"

Now Nate was inside her all the way. She could hardly believe that her virgin pussy had taken all of him. Way up deep inside her, she could feel him touching her. It was a lovely feeling! The exquisite thrills seemed to throb from the very core of her cunt. She could feel her cunt rippling, tightening down on Nate's long, slender cock. She plunged her ass up and down, gasping weakly against his neck, her arms shaking as she hugged him.

"Ohhh, ohhhhh, Nate! Ohhhhh, what have you done to me?" And then the full fury of her come was upon her. "Yuuuhhhhh!"

Mary's ass thumped against the sofa. She squirmed like a snake, like she was trying to break off that rigid cock that had gone so deep in her soft pussy. Nate kissed her neck and ears and thrust with a tantalizingly slow rhythm.

She came in waves, each wave taking her higher, each wave making her cunt tighten a little more. Then she gave a final scream and wrapped her legs around Nate's back, her white ass dancing forward and back as she speared herself gloriously on his rigid cock.

"Nhhyyyaaaahhhh," she gasped, jerking convulsively as the tumultuous throes shimmered and passed.

Mary wasn't aware of anything for a moment or two. Then she realized that Nate's cock was still very stiff inside her. He'd stopped fucking and was resting lightly on top of her, his weight supported on elbows and knees. She blinked and tried to focus on his face. She was sure that he hadn't come. A last tremble of excitement made her cunt tighten on him again. He smiled and kissed her forehead.

"You were three times better than I'd hoped." Mary's checks darkened. "You didn't… I mean, you…"

"No. I have good control. And I enjoyed watching you."

Somehow this bothered Mary. With Royce, she'd at least known that his passions were as strong as hers. Royce couldn't keep his cum in his balls any more than she could stop that maddening pleasure from overtaking her. But Nate seemed some sort of superman. He kissed her mouth and pushed a damp wisp of hair from her forehead.

"Wouldn't you like to do it again?" he asked.

"I'm exhausted. It's the first time I've ever gone all the way with…" She stopped and chewed her lip. "But you know that. You broke my cherry."

"We'll rest for awhile. Then we'll do it again." Again Mary felt uncomfortable to realize that Nate was cool, calm and collected. It occurred to her that she was a little disappointed in her own ability to excite a man. How he'd changed her! Only moments before, she hadn't even wanted to see him. Now she was sorry that she hadn't made him come inside her. It was as if the danger of being made pregnant had vanished for a few moments. But her good sense was returning. She just had to get hold of herself. She had to calm the passion this strange man had stirred in her loins.

"I don't think I want to do it with you again. It's scary."

"You could feel me inside you?" Nate seemed to know the answer to that already. Mary dropped her long lashes and gave a short nod.

"Yes. You were touching me. Way up." She trembled and hugged her arms across her tits. Suddenly, she was the shy little girl again. She'd acted like an animal only moments before and couldn't believe it. What had come over her? Had Nate's hard cock done all that? She was afraid that maybe it had. But it had been his kisses, too, his gentle caresses. He'd led her into it as expertly as if she had been a more to be broken.

"You never come?"

"Only when I want to. This way I can have you again." He touched her neck. "Like right now."

"Ohhh, I don't want to. I…"

But before she knew it, Nate had pushed her down on the sofa again and was licking his way up one of her thighs. She struggled, hoping that her come would have dulled her desires. But soon Nate's mouth was pressing wetly against her plump, juicy twat. He sucked her harder, pushing his tongue through the broken place in her cherry.

Now that she was no longer a virgin, the slurpy friction of his mouth seemed more intense somehow. She worked her hips around, unable to shut out the pleasure. She gasped with enjoyment, rubbing her young slit up and down against Nate's chin and teeth.

"God! Ohhhhh, wow! Ohhhhh, I didn't think I could get excited again…"

"You were built for loving," Nate whispered, burrowing his mouth into her a little deeper. The suction of her velvety lips against his cheeks made Mary know that her body was responding as if she had never had any control of it at all.

"Uhhhh, Nate! There… right there! Ohhhhh, lick me there!" Twisting, rocking her ass wildly, Mary caught at her lover's hair. "Harder… yessss! Ohhhh, God, yessss!"

But just when she thought she'd come, Nate stopped and looked up into her face. She was weak with want. Like before, all she could think of was touching him. Of having him touch her.

"Come on," he grinned, "your turn to do the work."

He lay on his back on the carpet, his stiff cock jerking upward from his belly every few seconds. Mary groaned and slipped off the sofa. She was confused, not sure of what he wanted. But she knew what she wanted!

Straddling him, she reached between her thighs to find his cock. With trembling fingers, she held it against her cunt and began to back down on the hot shape. The head went into her much easier than before. With a quick snap of her hips, she skewered herself halfway. Another rocking movement let her feel him bump that firm little spot so deep inside her belly. That was her womb. She knew it was.

"Ahh, ahhhhh, Nate!"

Mary let her small tits brush back and forth across Nate's chest as she fucked herself upon his stiff cock. He smiled, his hand behind his head. She licked his mouth, then kissed it. It was as if she'd known how to kiss all along, but the knowledge had been kept from her. Now that Nate had touched her in the right places, she was suddenly an expert.

"Mmmmmmm, that's so nice and deep and hard! Ohhhh, Nate, I didn't dream fucking would be like this."

Mary was amazed, too, at the way she was learning to control her muscles. She could push herself down over Nate's lovely cock and then tighten her pussy until she trembled all over. Nate's face would change, too, so she knew it was having an effect upon him.

But more than anything, it was having an effect upon her. Her sexual life had been a shy, dreamy game before. She'd been a child, almost too afraid to dip her fingers into the slick, fevered secret of her own cunt. And now, suddenly, she was taking a hard cock deep inside her teenage body. It was as if a flood of trapped emotions had broken through a dam. She'd never expected such pleasure from life. And now that she was enjoying it, it was impossible to slow down.

"Ohhhh, damn it, Nate, I'm gonna come again! Yuuuuhhhh!"

CHAPTER FIVE

Mary didn't know how long she'd been asleep. She only felt the soft bed under her and knew that Nate had carried her in his arms into his bedroom. She remembered his kisses then as he'd whispered his admiration. How many times had she come? Three? No, it was four, the last time with him on top again, plowing and stabbing her until she'd forgotten her name, until she'd lost all sense of place and time and meaning.

Yes, she was remembering more. How she'd gone crazy and grabbed his still-rigid cock. She hadn't done anything with it. She'd just grabbed it and stared at that swollen tip, so blue and spongy, at the bunched foreskin and delicate veins. Nate hadn't come one single time. Mary blinked and opened her eyes. She felt thoroughly ravished. But as she came awake, her anxiety returned. Where was Nate? What was going to happen to her next?

She put her feet on the floor and took a deep breath. A sharp twinge from her cunt made her draw another one. Gingerly, she touched herself, opening her cunt-lips slowly, almost afraid of what she might see.

Inside her plum slit, the tissues had returned to their light pink color. Her clit had shrunk back into its protective hood. She opened herself more, pointing her toes against the carpet and parting her knees.

"There! There's where it went in." There was a dot of blood where her cherry had been. When she stretched herself with thumb and forefinger, she saw the small gaping hole. Mary's breath caught.

"I'm not a virgin anymore."

How could she have worried about it with Nate's throbbing cock stabbing in and out of her body? But now she felt a certain loss, a small sadness.

"What would my mother think?" The words fell meaningless from her tongue. Her life had changed so drastically in the past twenty-four hours that she could hardly remember the things her mother had taught her.

Mary stood up. "Ouch!" Biting her lip, she gimped to the door and turned the knob. To her surprise it was open. She peeked out. She could see the large white sofa where Nate had worked his naughty magic on her. But the room appeared empty. She opened the door and wandered across the thick carpet to a window. From that point she could see only trees. She turned and went to the liquor cabinet. Trying to remember what Nate had mixed, she poured from two bottles and dropped in ice. It tasted approximately like the drink Nate had made. But where was he? Did she even want to see him again?

Again, Mary realized she was naked. She wasn't used to walking around without a stitch. She began to hunt for her bikini but quickly gave up. Then in a closet, she found a filmy nightie. It reached just past her ass and had a dainty pink ribbon to close the front. But even closed, it nearly showed her nipples. They were as pink as the ribbon, and the shifting softness of the sheer nylon against them made her thrill.

"I guess there aren't any panties to it," she mumbled to herself as she searched in the closet. "At least it's something."

Jostling her glass to hear the ice cubes, Mary walked to another closed door and tried the knob. Locked. But she could have expected that. There was one more door, and when this one opened, she felt a fright. She half expected Nate to be in there. But it was merely a short passageway that led to a another closed door.

There was a note on the door. Holding her breath, Mary bent to read it: "Mary, you won't find this door open. But if you'd like to watch, go into my bedroom and go to the back of my closet. There's a panel there that will open to this room. You might find it interesting."

Mary frowned. What would she find interesting? She took a mouthful of her drink and felt the alcohol spreading in a warm wave from her stomach. No, surely he wouldn't mean fucking. But the more she thought about it, the more she was sure. He did mean fucking!

"I'm not going to go peeking into his private affairs," she said through clenched teeth. She marched angrily back to the other room, offended that he was playing with her. She sat on the sofa for awhile, intent on getting drunk. She went to fix another drink and took it to a window. She couldn't sit still, couldn't stop thinking about what might be happening.

"Damn him. If he's got poor Teresa in there…"

Suddenly she was running, hurrying into the bedroom where she'd awakened. Just as Nate had written, there was a panel in the back of his closet. She loosed the catch and eased it open on its slides. She found herself looking through a gauzy curtain. A few feet away was another big bed. And there on the bed was Teresa, her hands tied together with a silk scarf. Another cord held her arms above her head. She was tied to the bedpost. Her ankles were tied, too, tied so that they were stretched apart. Nate Rexford was on his knees between her spread thighs. He was licking her pussy slowly, teasingly, while Teresa tossed her head and moaned.

Mary held her breath. Under her nightie, she could feel her cunt aching. Not just from the lovely fucking she'd gotten, either. She was aching because now Nate was about to stab his prick into Teresa's dripping slit.

"Ohhhh, Nate, ohhhhh, God, you've got me so hot!"

Teresa was squirming against Nate's mouth. Mary could hear him sucking the juices from between her pussy-lips. Her black cunt-curls were soaked. Then Nate licked his way up her belly and mouthed one of Teresa's firm, round tits. She babbled incoherently, arching her back sharply, then humping it down into the bed.

"Are you ready now?"

"Am I ready?" Teresa gave a shrill laugh. "If you don't fuck me pretty soon, I think I'll faint."

Nate rubbed his cock up against Teresa's pussy just like he'd done to Mary. Again, she felt a stab of envy. Nate probably liked her big breasts better, too, though he'd told Mary he liked small ones. Teresa undoubtedly knew more about fucking.

Nate would want her more than Mary.

"Uhhh, uhhhhh, put it in me! Ohhh, please put it all the way in me!"

Nate hunched forward, his cock disappearing in to the pink slickness between Teresa's darkly fur red lips. He jabbed again, getting all the way in. From her close vantage point, Mary could see his balls slap forward against Teresa's firm ass. Teresa brought her hips up, trembling all over as she took his stiff shaft to the hilt.

"Uhhhhh! Ohhhhhh, fuck!"

"You're beautiful," Nate panted, his hands exploring the willowy lines of Teresa's body. She clutched his back hard, her hips grinding out the tingling pleasure she felt. Mary could almost feel it herself. The room was scented with the musky juice that leaked from Teresa's pussy. And she could hear her friend's husky panting. Sweat beaded on Teresa's forehead as her eyes glazed over.

"Ohhhhh your cock! I love your cock!"

She closed the panel before it happened. She couldn't understand why she felt so disturbed. It certainly wasn't because she was afraid for Teresa. And she knew it was silly to get emotional over what Nate Rexford had done to her. He was just a seducer, a rich man whose hobby was to entice young girls into his bed – or force them, if that didn't work.

Out of the closet now, she staggered back through Nate's bedroom. On the dresser she spotted a ring of keys. It was almost too good to be true. She picked them up as if she half-expected them to disappear in her fingers. But they were real!

"It's worth a try, anyhow," she sighed, her cunt still tingling from what she'd seen through the opening in the closet. She was to the door now, easing the first key into the slot. It didn't work, nor did the second or the third key seem to be right. But the fourth one turned and she held her breath as she let herself out into the hall.

"Now, if I can just get by that gorilla downstairs." At least she thought he was downstairs. She tiptoed dawn the carpeted hall. The stairwell was empty so she started to descend, keeping her eyes and ears open.

At the end of the downstairs hall, she was easing herself up to the corner of the front room when she heard the laugh behind her. She whirled just in time to see Royce's smile as he closed a hand over her mouth.

"Well, I catch me a beauty, didn't I? Where you think you going?"

"Mmmmuuhhmmm," Mary moaned, writhing in the big man's embrace. He let his fingers slide down her body. Under the short nightgown she had nothing on at all. He caressed the fine, blonde down of her cunt, then eased a finger into her. He did it so quickly that he had penetrated her two knuckles deep before she could tighten her muscles. Now she squeezed him frantically as he pushed in and out. Her slick juices were already flooding as he pulled down the neckline of her gown and ran his hot tongue across one of her nipples.

"Let me go!"

"Now that boss broke you in, that would be waste."

Royce kissed her mouth, his hand continuing to move between her trembling thighs. He was using two fingers now, finger-fucking her with tantalizing slowness.

Despite her anger and confusion, Mary began to move her hips. She was letting her breath out in short gasps everytime Royce let his thumb slip up over her clit.

"… Nate wouldn't like you to do this," she panted.

"But if he don't know nothing, who gonna tell him?"

Mary trembled at this hidden threat. Her cunt tightened again wound the big man's fingers. She could hear the squishy hot sound of the penetration and her hips danced faster.

"Ohhh, stop that! I can't stand it!"

"I think it time you had real cock," Royce whispered. He dragged her toward a chair and draped her forward over the back of it. He caressed her ass gently, pulling her gown up so he could see everything. Then she felt the hat tip of his cock pushing in against one cheek. He rubbed it down along her crevice, letting her youthful juices soak into his flesh. He rubbed her like that until she was groaning deep in her throat. She couldn't think of how to get any or how to stop him. Whenever she felt a surge of energy, Royce would touch the head of his cock to the tight opening of her pussy and a shudder would shoot through her.

"No! Not with your cock!"

He held her writhing hips and gave a quick thrust. The muscles of her pussy clenched and she felt the smoothly rounded tip force part way into her body. The last time she'd been in this position, Royce had pushed his big cock right up her ass. But this time, he was interested in her other hole. Babbling with fright, Mary squirmed to get away. But being draped across the back of a chair didn't give her much chance. Royce kept touching her body, pressing her with his cock again, letting her feel how he could stretch her. And he didn't even have the head inside her yet!

"Nhhhaaahhh!" she babbled, kicking wildly. Royce brought his hips forward, penetrating her with the swollen tip of his prick. Mary had the distinct feeling of being caught on him. When he pulled back a little, the tissues of her cunt went, too. She squirmed and whimpered, but Royce held her hips with both hands and began to drive himself in a little deeper.

Inside, she was being plowed open. She could feel the thickness and heat of the giant's prick. He wedged it into her silky flesh, his hot mouth wetting her back. Mary realized she was going to have to take more cock into her young pussy than she ever had in her life.

"I been wanting to fuck. But boss always fuck first with virgins…" He kissed the nape of her neck. His cock went in again, throbbing with heat, making Mary writhe atop the chairback.

"Uhhhh, uhhhhhh, Royce, isn't that enough? You don't want to hurt me…"

"You not hurting. You crazy for fuck."

"That's a lie… I… I just can't keep still."

"Here another inch. I want you feel all of big cock."

"No!"

"Feel it?"

"Ohhhhhh!"

"God damn, you so fucking hot inside!"

"Uhhhh," Mary moaned, arching her back and straightening her body. Reaching under her chest, Royce cupped her small tits and chewed hungrily on her shoulder. She arched herself again, shuddering as he brought his hips under and up. His back humped with the force, and this time Mary knew she was being stabbed very, very deep!

A trickle of juice slid down her thigh. Now that Royce had her skewered on his cock, he lifted her away from the chair and squeezed her in his arms. Her plush bottom did a dance against his belly. She tilted her shoulders one way and then the other. Royce squeezed her against him, staggering back a few steps as her weight forced her down upon his thick and rigid cock.

"Yaaaahhhh," she gasped, unable to stop the plunging, rocking movement of her hips. Her legs dangled in the air, heels brushing against Royce's shins. "Ohhhhhhh, God, it's going in so deep!"

"Yeah, nice, too!"

"Too deep!"

"Keep fucking like that?" Royce bit the nape of her neck, his hips giving quick, short jerks. The little shock waves made her breasts quiver softly on her chest. Unconsciously, Mary brought her hands up her belly. She squeezed her pink nipples hard as she felt more of her tight hole sliding down over the pulsing cock that was stretching her out inside.

"Cock go in real deep," Royce panted.

"You're gonna kill me!"

"Fucking never hurt anybody, baby." He thrust again, his legs spread wide for balance. Again, the little shocks made Mary's tits bounce. She was sliding down even farther on that hot prick! She felt with both hands, her trembling fingers coming away slick from her juicy spill. She followed the stretched fold that squeezed around the base of Royce's big cock. Then she tried to estimate how much of him was still left outside. It seemed about two inches. Below that hung his balls.

"Go on, grab balls."

"No. I don't want to."

"Touch them. Grab balls, damn it."

"But…"

"How you like lots of cum?"

"Noooo! I'll touch them!" Mary grabbed the heavy-hanging orbs, feeling how they slid around inside the slickness of their sac. They were spongy and warm and she trembled at the thought of how much hot cum was inside. Just waiting to be spurted into her writhing cunt. Just waiting to shoot into her belly and make a baby. She couldn't let that happen. She couldn't forget that this maddening pleasure she felt was dangerous.

"Squeeze harder!"

"Uhhhh! Qhhhhh, don't let me down on you any more! Don't… ohhhh! Ohhhhhh fuck!" Somehow it felt better to say that word. Her poor little cunt was being plowed apart way up inside her tummy! She felt the head of Royce's cock expanding. She heard the slick slide of his cock in her cunt. She could smell the musky spill of her sex juice. And through it all, she couldn't help rocking her hips, plunging her bottom around to rub the squishy, blood-swollen plumpness of her cunt against the big man's prick.

"That good, baby, keep squirming! God damn, you got nice pussy…"

"Ohhhh, Royce, ohhhh, stop! I'm getting all itchy inside! Ohhhh, I can't breathe! I can't think!"

"Squeeze balls again!"

"You promised you wouldn't make that stuff inside me!"

"… didn't promise nothing."

"Royce! Ohhhhhh, your cock is too big! It's splittinging apart."

By now, Mary's wild squirming had wedged her down all the way on his huge prick. She bent her knees slowly, running the soles of her feet up Royce's shins, up his thighs. Her asscheeks quivered as she plunged her hips in a frenzy of lust. There was no way she could control herself any longer. And as Royce squeezed her tits, she tightened her small fingers around his balls. She wasn't even aware of what she was doing. It was the tingling, tickling pleasure that throbbed through her. It dazzled her mind and her will. Her heels dug into the big man's thighs as she pumped even faster. Raging thrills spread through her pussy and sent shock waves of passion across her heaving belly.

Mary came. She came with a choked squeal of joy, her head flopping backward against Royce's shoulder. He kissed the side of her face as his big cock gouged ecstasy from her spasming cunt.

Deep inside her she felt his flared tip expand. She knew she was in danger, yet could not seem to fret about it. The tip bulged dangerously close to the mouth of her womb. Her hips rocked and dipped and danced. Her fingers trembling, she held each of Royce's hot balls, pulling them upward as she strained against him. Her toes fanned apart from the ravenous throes which swamped her senses.

"Yeah, baby, yeah!"

"Yeaaahhhh!"

"Hold on! God damn it, hold on!"

She was holding on. She was squeezing his balls so hard, she trembled from the effort. And way up inside her, the head of Royce's cock jammed against the mouth of her womb. Royce jerked his hips back and stabbed upward again, letting the tight suction of Mary's pussy smear her juices across the super-sensitive lobes.

"Ahhhhh!" he gasped, squeezing her so hard she couldn't breathe.

Mary shuddered, flopping as another sharp throe of pleasure knifed through her. Then it was as if she were sitting on a volano. She felt the spurting slickness inside her. She felt the pressure of the white sap as it boiled up into her belly. She writhed faster, letting her climax overtake her. She whimpered as Royce's big hands rubbed her tits. Her nipples were turgid little fingers of throbbing flesh. His hot palms created a friction which made her cunt-muscles tighten around the thickness of his cock-shaft.

"Ghhhhaaaahh," she cried, bucking forward, then backward. Her legs kicked out, then she curled a foot behind Royce's thigh and let thrilling waves pulse through her. Deep inside her body, the steamy cum was still spurting, still filling her.

"You sweet girl," Royce gasped.

"Damn you!" she cried, knowing it was too late.

But she didn't really care, either. The pleasure she felt wiped all worry away. She could only keep squirming on that rigid spear of Royce's cock. The way her insides tightened around his cock sent shivers through her. And Royce was kissing her neck and cheek and mouth as he supported her on his prick.

"Royce… you came inside me!"

"Yeah…"

"But now I'm gonna be pregnant!" Still, she was only mouthing the words. Her cunt was still burning with the exquisite thrills that the friction of their fucking had started. As she bucked forward and back, she thought she might come again. And by now, the creamy mass of Royce's cum was sliding down the inside of her thigh. Royce smeared his hand in it and smeared the hot, slick stuff across her tan belly.

That was all it took to make Mary come again. "Ohhh, ohhhhhbh, I'm gonna die it's so wonderful!"

Somehow she didn't care if a hundred babies were already growing inside her. She could only fight for air as she ground the pleasure from her young pussy.

CHAPTER SIX

In the bathroom with the douche tip inserted deep into her cunt-hole, Mary realized that she was losing her grip on reality. When Nate had fucked her the first time, she'd resisted enjoyment of the act. But by the end, she'd nearly begged for it. Then Royce had stabbed her with his big prick and again her lust had finally overcome her fear. In fact, even the stiffness of the plastic nozzle made her tingle. She stood in the tub, legs spread wide as the cummy juice drained from her body. She pushed the plastic thing deeper, wanting to get it all. Every last one of those squirmy little sperm. From what she'd heard, there were millions. And it only took one to do the job.

"It's a wonder that there are any women at all walking around with flat bellies."

Teresa came into the bathroom then. She seemed surprised to find Mary there, and the flush of her cheeks made Mary remember exactly what her best friend had been up to. Teresa covered it by asking Mary a question.

"What happened to you?"

"Royce fucked me. And he shot me all full of cum." This admission, made Mary feel sorry for herself. She chewed her bottom lip as she eased the plastic nozzle from her hole. She was sore where the big man had stretched her.

"Don't worry, Mary, you don't get knocked up everytime you fuck."

"You d-d-don't?"

"Of course not. It takes the right time."

"I did hear something like that. But I can't remember when my period was." She pressed a towel gently against her swollen cunt-lips, patting the wetness as she stepped from the tub. Now she could smell the musky aroma that wafted up from Teresa's cunt.

"You fucked Nate, didn't you?"

"So what?" Teresa turned to primp in the mirror. "I think he likes me."

"Teresa, have you lost your mind completely? What about getting out of here? When is Nate going to let us go? I don't think I can stand to stay here another night."

"I'll bet he'd turn you loose if you asked him." Teresa tilted her head. "But he was mad when he found his keys gone."

"Royce took them away from me before I made it to the door." Mary was watching her best friend closely. "When Nate fucked you, did you like it?"

Teresa hugged her breasts. "Yes! I'm crazy about it. I love the way a cock feels when it's sliding in and out of my pussy! Ohhhh, Mary, I know you must think I'm awful. Especially after the way we were held here against our will. But…" Teresa closed her eyes for a couple of seconds. "I just plain like to fuck. And Nate knows more about that sort of thing than any guy my age."

"How do you know? Have you ever done it with anybody your age?"

"Well, not really." Teresa shrugged. "But Nate made me beg him for it. And when he put it inside me, I thought I'd died and gone to heaven." Teresa caressed one of her large, round tits. "He can fuck a girl until she comes two or three times, and he never comes himself."

Mary remembered how Nate had fucked her. Yes, he did have a way of making her beg for it.

But she couldn't understand how the man had kept his hot sap from spurting out. Royce certainly couldn't.

"I don't know how I'm going to do it, but somehow I'm getting out. Then I can tell the police that you're here and…"

Teresa had waved her hand for Mary to stop. "No, Mary, don't do that."

"You mean, you don't want to see Nate punished for going along with this whole sordid mess?"

"Oh, maybe it is a sordid mess. I know Royce isn't the most gentlemanly guardian to have lurking around. But I wouldn't want Nate to get into any trouble."

"You've lost your mind," Mary said, almost ready to cry. It was as if her friend had turned her back on her. Though Teresa had always been more daring, Mary hadn't expected her to become so enamored of Nate Rexford. Just because he could make her come two or three times a fuck.

That evening they were served supper downstairs. Mary felt odd sitting at the big table with Teresa while Royce brought their food. She expected Nate to appear at any moment. She almost hoped he would. She had a few things to get off her chest. She wasn't so afraid of him anymore. Maybe the fact that she'd lost her virginity was working on her. She'd turned from a scared child into a woman. And a woman had rights! She'd been reading about that sort of thing lately.

Royce was looking hungrily at both of them while they ate. And when he suggested that he might like to sleep between two young females sometime. Teresa laughed and led him on with suggestive looks. Mary was of course turned off. Until she thought of a way out. Maybe if Royce was busy with the two of them, he might not miss his keys for a while. Already Mary's mind was working, thinking through the details.

"The boss be gone until ten tonight," Royce said, smiling again at Teresa. Now both of them had nighties to wear and the skimpy gowns left a lot of exposed flesh.

Royce brought something to drink as he escorted them back downstairs to their quarters. As Mary descended into the windowless rooms, she felt despair again. She knew she had to escape Nate Rexford's mansion that night or flip out completely.

"You girls nicest that stayed here."

"You mean there've been others?" Mary gave him an incredulous look.

"Oh sure," Royce laughed. "Nate bring them from out of state most of time. Not come right into trap like you did."

"How does he keep out of trouble?"

"What trouble?" Royce grinned, pouring Mary a drink, then getting another glass for Teresa. "Most girls leave here with new outlook on life."

For courage, Mary slugged the liquor. Teresa was acting sinfully suggestive. She was so changed. Or maybe this part of her had been just below the surface all these years, and Mary had failed to recognize it. Teresa draped herself against Royce while he whispered something filthy into her ear. There was shrill laughter then and Teresa ran her fingers down over the crotch of his pants. Mary drank more booze. She was nervous, knowing what she had to do. She knew the keys to everything were in Royce's pocket. All she needed was one to get out of that room.

"Hell, why we fool around," Royce said. "We get in the shower together!"

Mary's heart skipped a beat. "All three of us?"

"Hell, yes."

Teresa giggled and let the big man lead her to the bathroom. There she draped her gown over the hook on the door and let Royce devour her body with his eyes. Mary undressed, too, and when Royce reached out to pull both of them against him, she shuddered. She could hardly stand to look at his cock. The cock that had been forced so deeply into her body. But she had to stop remembering that. Every time she recalled the details, her cunt began to throb and her breathing changed. It was hard not wanting it to happen again. The pleasure she'd experienced while skewered on the big man's prick had been almost unearthly.

"Hey, hot water feels good. Almost good like rub against you two little girls."

Royce palmed Mary's ass, appreciating her rounded curves with his soapy fingers. His other hand traced Teresa's more boyish ass. He seemed to like both of them, kissing Teresa's large, round tits and then hungrily sucking at Mary's smaller adolescent breasts. Though her mind was still on escape, Mary couldn't ignore what was happening to her. And when Royce began to finger-fuck them both simultaneously, she panted raggedly and leaned her head against the man's broad chest.

"Hell, most girls don't want leave here after boss and me show them to fuck."

"Ohhhhh," Mary sighed. Teresa was busily sucking on one of Royce's small, male nipples while her long-fingered hand squished lather around his balls and cock-shaft.

"You better slow down," he said. "I don't have control like boss does."

"Doesn't he ever come?" Teresa wanted to know.

"All girls I talk to say no," Royce shrugged. "Maybe he can't, I don't know."

"But he likes to fuck," Teresa insisted. "I know he does. He was excited while he was doing it to me." She blushed, a little ashamed of her sudden outburst.

"Anybody who no like fuck you," Royce said, "have to be crazy." He turned his gaze upon Mary. "And that go for you, too, baby."

"Uhhhh," Mary sighed as a finger slipped up into her cunt again.

Teresa was kissing her way down Royce's chest now, her fingers still working at his huge prick. When Mary saw her girlfriend look at that thing, she had to turn away. Then Royce turned to let the spray wash the soap from his cock, Teresa quickly curved her lips around his exposed head, her throat working as she sucked. This excited Mary more than she wanted it to. And Royce grabbed her, his mouth covering hers, his hands curling into the softness of her ass.

"Muuuuhhhh," she groaned, letting him think that she was surrendering unconditionally. It was so hard to keep her plan uppermost when Royce was doing these wicked things to her! Royce made Teresa stop sucking him then.

"All go to other room. Bed make things easier."

They dried each other, while Teresa giggled and teased Royce. Mary was watching the big man's pants. He took them with him to the bedroom and folded them neatly on a chair. Then the lights were turned low and they all got in bed.

Teresa was wild with lust. She climbed up onto Royce's belly and rubbed her pussy up and down against him.

"You come up here and sit on my face," he suggested. It didn't take Teresa long to do what he wanted. Mary had to watch as her friend's pussy eased down over Royce's mouth. The sound of him sucking her juices, flicking his tongue across her clit made Mary's cunt throb for action. But she knew what was expected of her. Royce had a firm grasp on her wrist. He was pulling her around so she could suck his cock. Mary swallowed hard as she wrapped a thumb and finger around his huge prick and stripped the foreskin back. At least it was clean.

"Yeah…" Royce sighed as she began to lick it with the tip of her tongue. Then she let her lips slide out over his knob like Teresa had done only moments before. She bobbed her head slowly, letting just the tip go in and out of her mouth.

At first, the act made her dizzy. Teresa whimpered and squirmed around with her cunt, smearing hot juice all over Royce's chin and cheeks while his cock throbbed between Mary's lips. But after the first few seconds, the heat and smoothness of the big man's cock-head excited her. She used her tongue in new ways, trying to figure out which way worked best.

"Wow, baby, you do it good," Royce said, pushing Teresa up from his mouth a little to speak. Teresa growled something and thrust her cunt against him again. By now, her juices were leaking down his neck. The slurpy slide of her flesh was growing more ravenous, more carnal. And Mary knew that Royce was tongue-fucking her deeply.

Mary was torn. She knew that if she sucked him hard enough, she would get a hot mouthful of cum. And doing that was the quickest way to wear the man down. Wasn't that what she wanted? To make him tired and sleepy. That was the only way she would be able to get to those damned keys.

"Uhhhh," Royce groaned, as Mary bobbed her head faster. She was scared. She'd never tasted cum before. Would she get sick and throw up? Would she gag on the slick, slimy cream?

Teresa was plunging and writhing atop Royce's face. She grabbed her breasts and pinched her nipples. She was facing away from Teresa, but Mary could see the sinuous movements of her willowy body and hear her panting sighs.

"Uhhhhh," Royce groaned again, his hips moving from the hot, wet suction of Mary's mouth.

"God," Teresa panted, "I'm gonna come! Ohhhh. Royce, put your tongue in me all the way now! Ohhhhhh!"

Mary held Royce's shaft steady with both hands as she turned her head around, lapping and sucking his swollen cock-head. His cock felt like a ripe, warm plum in her mouth. It was throbbing, swelling even larger. Breathless with anticipation, she began to jack Royce's foreskin up and down to hurry things along. The suspense was killing her. She wanted to have it happen, to finish him off. But she couldn't forget that her cunt was dripping juice as she sucked him. Did a girl's body respond like that any time something was poked into one of her holes?

"Uh, uhhh, uhhhhh," Royce grunted, his hips rising and falling. The head of his cock seemed huge. The skin was taut and silky in texture. Mary smeared hot saliva across it again and again, letting the underside of her tongue caress him, too.

Suddenly, Royce seemed to stop breathing. He was very tense, his belly hard and trembling. She could feel his thighs harden, and as she worked his cock-skin up and down, a thumping, throbbing pulse began up inside his groin.

The first hot spurt shocked her and Mary nearly pulled her lips away. But when the taste didn't turn her off, she continued to stroke Royce's tip with her tongue, milking the hot sap out of him. Each jet of it spattered against the roof of her mouth. She tightened her lips around his shaft and slid them up and down. Her tongue did a frenzied dance against his stiffness.

"Mary, baby," Royce gasped, somehow managing to speak through Teresa's thrashing, dripping pussy. She squealed then as she came. The sound excited Mary in a surprising way. She dropped her mouth down over Royce's cock, nearly choking herself with his tip.

Hot cum boiled into her throat. She couldn't stop to think about what she was doing. It was all too carnal, too blatantly wicked. But the effect upon her body was exhilarating.

"Mhhhhuuuuhhh," she moaned through her nose, drinking throatfuls of Royce's cum. It fountained powerfully from his cock-tip and she tried to get it all down. But by now, two white strews had begun to leak from the corners of her mouth. The sucky sound of her lips sliding up and down him grew even slicker.

"Ohhhh, yess!" Teresa sighed. "Ohhhh, wow! Ohhhh, God damn!" Her thrashing hips had slowed some, but she continued to rub her clit against the tip of Royce's tongue. His hot seed wasn't spurting quite so powerfully now. Mary licked him until she knew he was finished and popped her mouth free.

The light in the roam wasn't very bright. She watched as Teresa slid down to rest her body against Royce's chest. He was breathing steadily, his eyes closed. Mary swung her legs off the bed and eyed the chair where the big man had folded his pants.

"I've got to go brush my teeth now," she said, pretending to be turned off by the taste of male jism. It seemed strange that she had been able to take care of him so easily. But now she could think of only one thing. Escape! As she went past the chair, she quickly reached into the pocket of Royce's pants. Luck was with her. She clenched the keys tightly to keep them from jingling.

In the bathroom, she slid the key she wanted from the ring and put it on the edge of the basin. She had to think of a way to smuggle it back through the room in case Royce suspected something was up her cunt. Surely it was tight enough to hold the key. But how would she get it out again?

Rummaging in her beach bag, she came upon her shirt and tore a strip from the tail. Tying that through the key, she oiled it and gently inserted it into her pussy. Now she donned her nightie again. It was the only thing she could wear that wouldn't arouse Royce's suspicions.

"Where you been?" he asked, when she came back in the room.

"I'm back again, isn't that enough?" Mary gave him a big smile and he closed his eyes again. Teresa was squirming around on top of him, her hands busy with his cock. That was just what Mary wanted. To get him going again so she'd have time to return the key ring to his pants pocket.

"Kiss me!" Teresa moaned, hugging him. "Fuck me!"

"I want fuck Mary," Royce panted, trying to grab for Mary's wrist. She was in a panic. If he fucked her, he'd know in a second that she'd swiped a key from his pants.

"Why don't you fuck Teresa first so I can watch."

"Yeah, okay." Royce rolled the black-haired beauty onto her back and spread her long legs. She tossed her head and worked her hips around, inviting him to stick her with his cock. As Royce pushed the tip of his tongue around Teresa's tits, she dug her nails into the nape of his neck. For an instant, Royce buried his face in the pillow as he worked his cock-skin in an effort to regain his erection. Mary stuffed the keyring back in his pocket and got in bed.

"Here, let me get it hard," she cooed, letting her fingers go to work on him. She stretched his cock-skin back and licked his tip until he was firm enough to rub it against Teresa's open pussy. By now Teresa was going mad. She wanted to come again and didn't want to wait.

As Royce forced his prick into her, Mary's friend hunched wildly, her fingernails making fresh scratches across Royce's back. Mary crept toward the doorway. She still had to go down the hall to the door that was locked. By that time Royce might miss her. She only hoped she could slip out before he caught up.

"Ohhh, you're so big," Teresa sighed, working her hot cunt around as Royce forced his way into her. Mary heard their moaning voices behind her as she ran barefooted. At the door, she jerked the string she'd made and pulled the key out of her pussy. It fit the lock, and in a second she was jumping up the basement stairs two at a time.

Mary half-expected to see Nate Rexford standing by the door with a smile on his face. But no one stopped her. In a moment, she was running across the back lawn, her flimsy nightie fluttering out behind her.

She knew it was going to be embarrassing to confront someone for help. Maybe she could find someone to take her home or borrow a quarter for a phone. But even a taxi would be difficult with what she was wearing.

"Gotta rest," she panted, leaning against a tree. There was nothing stirring back at the big mansion. She went on, her bare feet sinking into sand now as she rounded the cliff and hurried toward the public beach. At this time of night it was closed. She only hoped she'd find a way out. Or maybe she could find someone around.

She didn't have to look long.

"Hey, you!" The flashlight beam hit her in the eyes and she froze. She heard footsteps coming along the fence line. "What the hell are you… Jesus Christ!"

"I know this looks funny," she said, stepping back, "I can explain…"

"You better come with me."

Now she could see that the man who had grabbed her arm was young. He was in some sort of uniform. A security guard of some kind. She heard the jingle of keys as he walked, and the butt of a pistol rubbed her side. He gave her a suspicious look.

"You some kind of a crazy?"

"No, I…"

"Been taking drugs, haven't you."

"No!"

"Like hell. Running around out here in your nightgown." He looked at her ass. "Hell, you don't even have on any panties."

They came to an unmarked car and the security man pushed her forward over the hood. She felt handcuffs at her wrists. He clicked them tight and his hand lingered at her back for a moment. She could hear the man breathing. Now he was touching the hem of her nightie. He pulled it up and she knew that the full moon was shining on her bare bottom. A warm palm followed the plush curve of one cheek and then the other.

Mary sighed, afraid to resist. She was pulled from the hood and shoved into the back seat of the car. The officer drove to a gate, let himself out and locked it again. When she tried to sit up, he told her to stay down. She had tried more than once to tell him why she was running around without any clothes. The man wasn't interested. And instead of driving back into town, he was heading to the country. On a lonely dirt road, he pulled onto a road under some large trees.

"What do you want?" she whimpered.

"If you don't know that by now, you're pretty stupid."

Mary was pulled from the car and pushed up onto the hood again. The security man unlocked her handcuffs, but kept them around one of her wrists. He locked the other cuff to the car's spotlight to keep Mary from getting away. She was sprawled on her back on the fender, her legs pushed up so that her knees touched her tits. The man threw his hat down and undid his gunbelt.

"No!" she whimpered.

"Hell, I can see your cunt shining. You've got to be wet."

"But…" It was no use. The young man had his pants off now and she could see the whiteness of his cock gleaming. She was angry. When he came toward her, she swung as hard as she could with her hand. The man caught it before she could connect. The handcuff rattled as she tried to get her other hand loose.

"I'll bet you're nice and tight," he growled. "Even if you have been fucking around in the bushes."

She lay there panting as he put on a rubber. He tore off his shirt. She looked away, but when he touched her she was more frightened than ever.

"What you worried about?" the man said, his hands rough on her thighs, pushing them back to stretch open her young cunt. A drip of juice ran down the crack of her ass. Why was she so hot? She remembered all too vividly how it had felt to suck the cream from Royce's prick. Maybe that was it. Sucking. Fucking. It all went together. She was losing her mind from thinking about it. And now this young security officer was forcing the rubber-sheathed tip of his cock into her pussy.

"Ohhhh," she gasped as it eased past her cunt lips. The guy was breathing hard now, plunging his hips excitedly. It was as if he'd never had a girl in his life.

"My wife's a bitch," he said, his hands baring her tin, his breath hot against Mary's nipples. "She's always got something else to do when I want some action. So I don't get enough fucking. Not near enough."

"Ohhhhh, ohhhhh, God," Mary groaned, her cunt tightening around his hot, slick cock. She tried not to be excited, but her skin was tingling and her breathing was gone completely to hell. She pulled against the cuff on her right wrist. The car dipped as the young man thrust forward. There was a squishy sound as he penetrated her to the hilt. His cock wasn't as long or thick as Nate's. And Royce was a giant by comparison. But it was a cock and Mary couldn't help but respond. She realized then that she was becoming addicted to fucking.

"God… ohhhh baby, you're nice and tight!"

"Hurry and finish. Please… ohhh, uhhhhhh!"

The man was through before she reached her peak. She didn't care. She was ashamed of how easily she'd responded to his crude fucking. She had to find a way to control her emotions. She had to learn that sex was not something a girl should think about all the time.

The security man was still groaning, pumping his spurting cock in and out of her pussy. The rubber was overflowing with his cum. Mary could feel it leaking down her asscheeks, wetting the fender of his car.

"Now will you take me home?"

"Just a few more seconds," he panted, getting really deep. He dug his fingers into her ass, kissed her tits and neck. But when he tried to kiss her mouth, she turned away.

She wished she had the nerve to grab his gun and shoot him right between his balls!

CHAPTER SEVEN

Mary was thankful that her parents had left her alone for the week. At least no one could see her came in with nothing on but a nightie. She had made the security man let her off close to the garage sometime after two in the morning. No one in that suburban neighborhood was ever awake at that time of night. And once in the safely of her own home, she realized that her ordeal was over. It was as if she was returning from a strange dream. Or had it been a nightmare?

Despite her promise to Teresa, Mary was tempted to call the city police and make a complaint. But she was only tempted. When she thought of the unpleasant young man who'd taken her on the hood of his car, she wondered how many policemen might be of the same persuasion. She would probably be treated with suspicion. If they even believed her story at all. And Nate Rexford was the sort of man who knew people, the right people. Mary guessed that she would end up getting the short end of the stick.

It wasn't easy sleeping, but somehow she drifted off. The next morning she showered and dressed and busied herself with breakfast. She wanted to forget about everything that had happened. It wasn't easy. By noon, she felt nervous. And when Mary realized that she was craving some sexual excitement, her mind boggled.

"Got to get out of here…" She got her bike out of the garage and headed toward town. She'd buy herself something nice. She'd go to a movie. Anything to keep sex out of her mind. Mary needed to prove to herself that she wasn't the slave to an idea.

But the pedaling and the rhythmic rub of her crotch against the hard bike seat wasn't helping. She grew light-headed and breathless. By the time she'd reached the downtown area, she could hardly see.

She leaned the bike against the drugstore and was trying to regain her composure when she heard a familiar voice. It was Larry Seever, a guy two grades ahead of her in school and a star athlete. Most girls fell all over themselves whenever Larry was around. And Mary would have, too, if she hadn't been so stunned. They'd spoken to each other only a few times during the school year.

"How you enjoying the summer?" Larry asked, putting a hand against the building and leaning close to her. Mary felt the erotic flush return. She was breathing fast and couldn't think of what to say.

"Okay, I guess." She gave him a nervous smile. "How is your summer?"

"Since I saw you, it's doing better." Larry picked a lock of blonde hair from her shoulder and rubbed it between his thumb and finger. "You know, I didn't notice you much last year. But I'm not going to make that same mistake from now on."

Mary, of course, was flattered and excited by this good-looking boy's attention. And her cunt was damper than ever. She knew she wasn't having much luck turning off her hunger for excitement. And when Larry asked her to go to the matinee movie with him, she had to bite her tongue to keep from jumping up and down with joy.

Inside the theater, Larry guided her to a lonely balcony seat. She'd heard about his reputation for making out. Some girls swore they wouldn't let him walk them down the street in broad daylight. But Mary wasn't going to let that scare her. She found she wanted him to put his arm around her, and when he did, she leaned her head close.

Larry didn't waste any time. He kissed her on the mouth, his hand sliding down her waist. Mary caught his wrist but didn't resist too much. After experiences with those awful men back at that mansion, Larry seemed like the best-mannered boy in town.

"You smell good," he told her, kissing her neck. She yearned for more, despite the fact that she was trying not to slip onto the role of the sexy stereotype. Larry seemed to gauge her excitement perfectly, though. His hand was petting the crotch of her shorts, and she knew he must have felt how wet she was, even through two layers of clothing.

The kissing got heavier, and instead of being able to play it cool, Mary gave Larry more and more of her tongue to suck. His fingers were undoing her shorts.

"The movie's started," she gasped, trying to get a little breathing room.

"To hell with the movie. You're lots more fun."

"But…"

"Why don't you slide these down a little," Larry whispered, his tongue busy at her ear.

"No… I…"

Larry insisted. Or his hands did. He pulled her shorts down a few inches, just enough to give him room to get his fingers in one leg hole. Mary squirmed, knowing she wasn't showing much willpower, but too hot to really make him stop. He did know how to feel a girl! His fingers caressed the wet band of nylon that was plastered tightly to her cunt-mound. The harder he did this, the more Mary felt herself slipping away into an erotic, sensual world. Turning back was getting harder all the time. Maybe even impossible.

"Ohhhhh, Larry, please don't touch me anymore."

"Kiss me again, Mary!" They kissed and as his tongue gently fucked her mouth, Larry eased the crotch of her panties to one side and slipped his finger deep into her crevice. He felt for her clit and found it. Mary arched her back away from the seat and shuddered. Her head flopped weakly on Larry's shoulder.

"Huuhhh, huhhhhh, huhhh," she panted, writhing, squirming her hips against the lovely touch of the boy's fingers.

"What if somebody comes?" she whispered, looking around self-consciously.

"Just let me do this and you'll be the first one to come," Larry told her. She tried to push his hand away, but her strength was leaking away faster than her will. Larry laughed and licked her ear, and his finger went slickly down her slit, searching for her hole.

"No, don't put your finger up inside me," she begged, but it was too late. Her muscles dilated as Larry eased his fingertip inside her. He gingerly forced it deeper, kissing her chest as he worked another button open with his free hand. Now one of her breasts was being sucked rhythmically while he penetrated her with his finger. Over and over again he penetrated. Her nipple was on fire as he nursed it hungrily and flicked it with his tongue.

"Hhhhhhaaaahh," she babbled, unable to do anything but squirm and moan.

"Why don't you let me take these off," Larry said, jerking at her shorts again.

"No! You're not going to undress me in a public place."

"It's not that public," he laughed, jerking them down.

"Larry!" Mary hissed between her teeth.

He grabbed her hand and pulled it into his lap. Mary was surprised to feel his big cock. She hadn't even known he'd pulled it out. But once her fingers were around it, she couldn't help but squeeze. "Yeah baby! Ohhhhh, God, that's nice!"

"Larry, we shouldn't be doing this. What are you going to think of me?"

"Just keep jacking!" Larry had both her tits bared now and was licking them while he finger-fucked her teasingly. Mary squeezed her finger and thumb tightly around his shaft, watching his cock-tip bulge with blood. In the reflected light from the movie screen, she could see his belly heaving faster.

Deep inside her pussy, her flesh rippled, sliding around the boy's knuckles, tightening in spasms of pleasure. Her circle of muscles was tightening, too, gripping the skin of his finger every time he eased it out of her.

Ashamed but excited, Mary closed her eyes and concentrated on the pleasure she felt. Her ass lurched in the seat as her juices spilled out. Larry was really working her over. But as the thrills came faster and hotter, she was suddenly thinking of Nate Rexford. She could almost feel his cock going into her. And Royce! That huge prick had felt so strange sliding along her tongue.

"Uhhhhhh," Larry gasped and Mary felt his cock jerk. White streams jumped into the air, highlighted by the glow from the movie screen. It came spattering down on Mary's bare thighs, down her wrist and arm. She continued to pump him, but Larry had pulled his finger out of her cunt and was gripping the arms of the chair.

"Coming… God… ohhhhh!"

Mary wanted to finish him off so he could do her too. But as the cum stopped boiling from his cock-head, Larry sagged in his seat and looked dazedly at the ceiling of the theater.

"Have you got a hanky or something?" Mary said, irritated and trembling with frustration.

"Yeah… somewhere." Larry pulled it out of his pocket and tossed it at the mess he'd made. Mary blotted up the slick curds, aware of the sharp smell and what it was doing to her. When Larry closed his eyes, she held the handkerchief to her lips and licked. Yes, the taste was very much the same no matter what man it came out of. She licked again, her cunt aching with excitement. Doing that reminded her of how she'd escaped. She could almost feel the smooth texture of Royce's huge prick sliding between her lips.

What was it about eating cum? It seemed to bring back the first thrills of sexuality, the thrills she'd learned down in Royce's quarters and later in Nate's plush bedroom. Mary licked more cum from the handkerchief. But Larry was stirring, and she quickly got rid of it and rubbed the back of her hand across her mouth.

"Hey, Mary, where are you?"

"Right here," she cooed, cuddling up. Her rambling thoughts had fired her desire, despite her date's unconcern for her own pleasure. Larry pulled her into his arms and they kissed. But he broke it off almost instantly and gave her a funny look. She saw that he was licking his lips, tasting his own cum.

"What in hell…"

Blushing furiously, Mary tried to think of what to say. But now that Larry had figured out that he really was tasting his own hot seed, his expression became more horrified.

"I don't care if you want to eat it," he muttered, "but you could have washed out your mouth before you kissed me!"

Torn between shame and anger, Mary tried to imagine what Nate Rexford might have done in similar circumstances. It was hard thinking of him being angry about cum on her lips. In fact, Nate would probably have been wild about the idea. It was a silly fantasy. Nate had never come at all during their sex games. And Mary was wondering if any girl had the sexual power to bring him off.

"What are you thinking about now?" Larry said, obviously irritated by her daydreaming.

"None of your damned business." Straightening her clothes, Mary glared at him. "I think you'd better take me home, though. I'm starting to get bored."

The following morning, Mary was more frustrated than ever. She'd had a restless night thinking about the mistakes she'd made, wondering if they even were mistakes. And always when she felt the familiar tingles, she'd find herself thinking of Nate and Royce and that big house in the trees by the ocean. Was Teresa still having a ball in there? She felt a terrible pang of envy and loss. She was surprised at her own blatant lust, at her need to be admired and wanted again by a man so sophisticated as Nate.

When the doorbell rang and Mary went to find Teresa standing there, she nearly fainted.

"Yeah, it's me," her black-haired friend said. "Want to hear some good stories?"

In her room, Mary waited for Teresa to spill all the details of the past few days. Her cunt was very damp and hot in anticipation of what she knew would be erotic. But Teresa gave a sigh before she started, obviously not so excited about what had happened.

"Oh, we fucked a lot. But I kind of get the idea that Nate is looking for someone special. And I'm afraid that someone isn't me."

This seemed hard to believe. Mary had always thought her friend the sexiest, prettiest girl in town. Surely Nate must appreciate Teresa's high, firm breasts, her perfect figure, her small waist and long legs.

"It's not that he didn't like to do naughty things to me," Teresa said. "But I guess you noticed that he never comes with a girl. And how he brags about his control and all that. Actually, I don't think he can come. Maybe he's looking for someone who can really bring him off."

"If you couldn't, nobody could…"

"That's not how I see it." Teresa turned her large, brown eyes on Mary. "You see, I'm supposed to deliver a message. Nate wants you to be at the corner of Main and Elm at four o'clock today. That is, if you really want to."

"He wants." Mary shivered, hardly believing what Teresa had said. She pretended to be somewhat put off by the invitation. Her heart was pounding. So Nate had tired of Teresa. And now he wanted to try her, Mary, again.

"If that… that animal thinks he can just call on me to come running any time he feels like it…"

"He's not an animal," Teresa said softly. "He's a dreamy lover. Ohhh, God, Mary, the things he did to my body." Teresa hugged herself and shivered. "I only wish I hadn't disappointed him."

"Every girl winds up disappointing him," Mary went on. "He's not satisfied, he's never satisfied."

"But I think he wants to be. Because he said something while we were together. He said that you were the type that really turned him on. He told me he even fixed things so you'd see him fucking me and then get envious and try to do better." Teresa blinked her long lashes. "Don't you see? He was trying to goad you into really going after him. He's just tired of the usual games. He was hoping you'd take the bait and come in like a little tiger."

"Well, I didn't. And I won't." Mary crossed her arms resolutely. But when Teresa left her alone, she was trembling again.

The rest of the day was miserable for her. The closer four o'clock came, the more nervous Mary grew. All she could think of was how it had felt with Nate's cock sliding in and out of her body. Could she bring herself to stoop so low as to meet him? It would be saying that she was helpless to resist the man. But then maybe she was helpless. Maybe she wanted to give him in to his desires and let him degrade and seduce her.

"I think I will go to meet him," she said to herself, "but I won't go with him. I'll just tease him and run away and that'll show him where to get off." Mary pulled her sexiest dress from the closet and began to prepare herself for this last meeting.

"I'll make him want me so bad, he'll beg for it," she said between clenched teeth. The summer dress fit low across her tits, showing the small swells off to their best advantage. It fit her waist snugly, too, draping out over her plush ass in a way that she knew would have an effect on the rich Casanova. She brushed her blonde hair and tied a red ribbon in it to top things off. Turning before her mirror, Mary was satisfied with the results. And just to make her feel sexier, she put on a daringly skimpy pair of panties that were hardly panties at all. Slipping into a pair of sandals, she smiled at her reflection and headed toward the door. She'd show that Nate Rexford a thing or two. He wasn't going to get everything he wanted in this life even if she couldn't stop thinking of the pleasure she'd enjoyed while in his arms.

CHAPTER EIGHT

"You look beautiful, Mary." Nate reached across to open the door but she leaned her thighs against it, not willing to let him lure her into the car.

"I didn't come down here to go with you. I just wanted to tell you to your face."

"Oh, you're coming with me, all right." Nate took a long look at the way her dress fit her. "But why stand out there and argue? I'll take you anywhere you want to go."

"All you want to do is take me back to your bedroom," Mary snapped. "Then you'll fuck me until you're tired of me like you got tired of Teresa. All you're looking for is someone to come all over and when it doesn't work, you get rid of them fast. Maybe something's wrong with you. Did you ever consider that?"

Nate didn't look disturbed by her words. He was pulling something from his pocket. It was a roll of bills. He began to peel off hundred-dollar notes. When there were ten of them stacked up on the seat, he looked up at Mary.

"Is that enough for you to ride around the block with me?"

"How do I know I'll get all that?" Her voice shook. Was she really considering taking money from this sick and perverted man? Yes, ashamedly enough, she was. Nate had slipped the bills into an envelope, addressed it to her and put on a stamp. So he even knew where she lived. She was shaking again. But not because of the money. It was the sexy feeling she got from being purchased. Yes, Nate was buying her. And she was selling, but she wasn't really sure quite what.

He got out of the car and strolled to a nearby mailbox. When the fat envelope had disappeared inside he got back in his big car and patted the seat beside him, flushing with embarrassment, Mary got in. Twenty minutes later they were pulling up into Nate's private drive.

"I shouldn't go inside with you," she said, talking at the big front door.

"You don't have to, of course." Nate opened the door for her and let his hand softly brush her shoulder. Mary went in. The door closed behind her. She felt like a soft, helpless deer who'd wandered into a trap. "Royce is gone today," Nate told her. "In case you're worried that he might be lurking around."

"I'm not worried about anything. Why should I be? I just came to stay a little while. You can't make me stay any longer than that."

"Look at you. You're trembling. And I know what you makes you tremble." Nate touched her waist, letting his hands caress the outward swells of her hips. He kissed her forehead, then her temples. Mary stood as still as possible, but her breathing had gotten faster and her heart was thumping so loudly she was sure Nate could hear it.

"Don't…"

"I'll give you another five-hundred dollars to take off that dress."

"No… I…"

"Six hundred." He kissed her neck softly. His fingers were working on the button halfway down her back. Mary struggled weakly but the button was open now and Nate turned her to kiss the uncovered spot. "Seven hundred," he murmured.

"Yes."

The dress was slipped from her shoulders. It puddled around her ankles, and the feeling of being naked while standing in the middle of the palatial living room thrilled Mary more than she wanted to admit. She was wearing only sandals and her panties now, and Nate's mouth was hot and wet as he kissed her back and shoulders and gently cupped one small tit so that he could slide his lips around the nipple.

"Ohhhhh, God, Nate! Ohhhhh, I knew you'd start doing this."

"And you knew you wouldn't want me to stop."

"Uhhhh!" Mary sagged against him, let his arms surround her. Nate worked his fingers down under the elastic of her underwear. She felt his hot palm curve against one asscheek, then the other. He began to work her panties down, but she shook her head hard and pulled away. Nate smiled.

"Five hundred, if you'll let me…"

"How much money did you give to Teresa?" Mary blurted. "To do all those wicked things with you?"

"Enough to send her to college. That is, if she agrees to keep all this a secret. Five hundred if you'll let me take off your panties."

"You've already fucked me once. Why pay so much for the privilege of undressing me again?"

"Because I enjoy it." Nate reached for her undies. Though she struggled, Mary let him slip them down over her ass, the wet nylon coming free of her pubes with a sticky sound. How much had he offered for this? Her mind swam with figures. She couldn't think, couldn't make herself resist his hot hands and hungry mouth.

"Ohhhhhh! Ohhhh, don't kiss me there!"

But Nate was already on his knees, his nose buried in the soft blonde curls of her cunt-mound. His tongue snaked between the plump halves, dividing her, sucking her juices. He lowered her to the thick carpet and Mary trembled in his embrace, her eyes going out of focus now as he gently divided her knees and began to lick her like a dog might do.

"Uhhhh, uhhhhhhh," she groaned, her hips already moving involuntarily, her back arched sharply as jolts of pleasure shocked her.

"You're tighter than Teresa. I knew when I felt my cock inside you that there was a chance that…"

"No, I don't care, I don't want… ohhhhh!"

Nate sucked her clit hard, working it between his teeth, flicking it with his tongue. Her juices flooded out, making the contact between the rich man's mouth and her pussy a very wet one.

"So soft and pink," he murmured, blowing his breath across her crevice. Mary wondered how a man thought a woman was pretty down there. It looked like a slick, dripping wound to her. But then she didn't have a hard, dry cock to put into anything. For a man, all that slick heat must be paradise. Feeling this with every fiber of her being, Mary moved her hips around, her knees falling apart to expose every square-inch of velvety flesh. With a moan of lust, Nate jerked off his clothes. His cock was long and slender like she'd remembered, growing thicker at the base and at the tip. He rubbed it against her until the head of it was glassy with her pussy-juices. Then he guided it down over her clit, down her slit to the place where her hole began.

"Whhhuuhh," she groaned, her eyes rolling. She hadn't really been fooling herself. She'd guessed that she'd probably end up on her back with Nate doing wicked things between her legs. He had the head of his prick against her ring of muscles now. With a quick thrust, he penetrated her cunt and she shuddered, stretched out suddenly around him. "… big! Ohhhhh, it feels bigger than the last time!"

"It is. Just waiting to have you again has really made me hot. I don't think I've ever had a complete erection until now." Nate's mouth slid across hers and she felt the wet stab of his tongue. He sucked her bottom lip between his teeth.

"Ohhhh," Mary cried, jerking at the force of his plunging. "It's going in! It's going in deep!"

Her muscles rippled with the excitement of being speared by Nate's hot cock. She felt this stabbing more than she ever had. It was as if her cunt were more tender now, more sensitive to the slick, stiff rub of Nate's prick. She shuddered, her belly sucking in under her ribs as she hunched and wiggled, her asscheeks rubbing the carpet. Now Nate moaned.

"God! When you tighten down… uhhhhh! Ohhhhh, Mary, baby, you… you…"

She let him kiss her open mouth. She felt his chest heaving against her tits. She stroked the sides of his body as he writhed happily against her. Yes, his cock was bigger. The head was expanding against her cunt-walls. The pink, dripping folds squeezed down with a rhythm that seemed to pulse from inside her pussy.

"Ohhhh, Nate! Ohhhhh, God, I feel crazy! I'm burning up!"

More than ever, Mary felt as if her cunt and Nate's cock had become as one. The sliding, sucking force of her twat seemed to fit the exact contours of the man's throbbing prick-shaft. When he drove up into her belly, the plumped-up flesh of her cunt clung tightly to his blood-swollen cock head. He rocked faster, letting the friction build until she felt she had to scream.

Rolling over, Mary found herself on top of the handsome man, her belly rubbing his, her mouth sucking at his. He seemed suddenly to give into her, to let her do what she wanted. And Mary was so psyched up with the erotic fever of the moment, she could hardly decide what to do next. She had only one burning desire. And that was to make Nate come!

She let her cunt ride to the tip of his cock. Then using only her muscled opening, she squeezed and massaged his bulging knob until Nate had stopped breathing altogether.

"There… I'm making it as tight as I can," she panted, her jaw clenched with the effort. Her cunt was squeezing Nate's cock just behind the tip. He groaned and moved his ass around in circles on the carpet.

"Am I nice and hot for you?" Mary cooed, caressing his face with her fingertips. She had never enjoyed anything like this. It was fun looking down into her man's eyes, being able to vary the length and tightness of her fucking movements as she caressed his tip with her velvety flesh.

"Baby, you're the best thing that's ever happened to me." He bent his head down to kiss her nipple. Mary held her tits up from his chest to let him suck each one in turn. Then she reached between them to caress his balls as she rode down around the full length of his cock and eased to the tip again.

"Ohhhh, isn't that lovely?" she sighed, her blonde hair tickling across Nate's face. He dug his fingers into her asscheeks. He was shuddering with the tension she was building. Mary realized she knew much more about fucking than she thought she did.

Now she thrust suddenly, forcing her squirming hips down, forcing his long, stiff, lovely prick in to the hilt between the glistening lips of her cunt. To know that she was stabbed so wonderfully deep made her smile and arch her body up from Nate's chest. Her hips did a slow and sensual dance, rocking and plunging as she felt his tip gouging her womb open.

Filled with a sudden desire to look at that incredible chunk of meat, Mary pulled free. She saw the surprise in Nate's eyes, but he smiled when she knelt between his open legs and took his shiny-slick cock in both hands.

"You little wench! You were born to tease me."

"You need teasing. After what you did to Teresa and me."

"Please, Mary," he begged, "fuck me again! I'll give you more money."

"I don't want any more money." She lowered her mouth toward the slickened head of Nate's cock. It was blue and glossy, and it throbbed as she pressed the flat of her tongue against it. Moving slowly, she felt him stiffen from her kissing. It was fun experimenting with him, finding out what excited him the most.

"Uhhh," Nate sighed, his belly tightening as she began to jack his prick very slowly, very teasingly. Mary let her fingertips slip across the flared edges of his knob while her tongue danced and probed at his fat, hot cock-head. And Nate was acting so strangely! How he trembled! How he jerked when she let her mouth curve into a plush "O" and slide down around his prick.

Wild with the passion of exciting this sexy man, Mary couldn't help but sink her teeth into his cock a little. His tip gave as she chewed gingerly, her tongue still flicking across the fat lobes just under his slitted opening. And then Nate growled and sucked in a quick, deep breath.

The white cream burst out of his cock as if it had been dammed up for years. Whimpering with surprise, Mary sucked the head up against the roof of her mouth, her throat working the hot curds down.

But it had come too suddenly. She couldn't suck fast enough, couldn't swallow enough of it in time.

"Gllluuhhhhh," she gasped, her eyes wide with the wonder of it all. Her cunt ached from sexual tension and she felt that if she had something to rub against that she could come, too. But now she was more interested in the effect she was having on Nate. She'd made him lose his cool! She'd pulled the potent hot stuff from his balls and was gulping it down as fast as she possibly could. But not nearly fast enough.

The white stream erupted from one nostril and dribbled down her lip and into her mouth. She was sliding the "O" of her mouth up and down Nate's shaft, feeling every ripple of his explosion. She'd never gotten into something so completely. And now she realized why sucking a cock could be one of the most erotic things a woman could do, both for her man and for herself. She cooed excitedly as she milked the hot cream from Nate's balls and swallowed it down.

"Ohhhh, baby, ohhh, Mary, baby!" He had grabbed her head now, moving it gently this way and that, pumping his hips as she sucked him. But mostly he was letting her do what she wanted. Mary felt as if she'd swallowed a quart of the rich cum when Nate trembled again and sagged weakly, his legs flopping against the carpet, his head thrown to one side.

For a long while, Mary lay there with her head on his belly. But she couldn't stay still long. Her cunt was throbbing for the release she knew Nate could give her. And happy that she'd get it, she felt playful.

"Now, it's my turn to be the boss," she said, standing over him, with her hands on her hips. "Get up."

But halfway up the stairs, Mary grabbed Nate's hand and kissed it hungrily. She sucked one of his fingers between her teeth and chewed on it while she moaned and rubbed herself against him like a cat in heat. What she really wanted was to relive the first time he'd made her submit to his passion.

"Tie me up when we get to the bedroom," she breathed, squeezing his wilted cock. "Tie me up and fuck me!"

They took a shower together while Nate recovered his potency. She liked his soapy hands on her skin, his fingers in her crevice. And by the time they got dried and to the bed, he was fully erect again. She was awed by the way that thing jutted outward from his body. And to imagine how far it had reached into her belly was a little frightening.

"Oh, do tie me up, Nate! Ohhhh, I'm so excited, I'm about to scream!"

Nate produced long silk scarves from a drawer and used them to bind Mary's wrists. But instead of tying her arms behind her or to the bedposts, he tied them together above her head. Then he used more scarves to tie her legs so that she couldn't straighten them. Opening her thighs now, he could expose every bit of her fleshy pink cunt. Mary wiggled happily, knowing that the sexy man was peering down into the wondrously soft folds where he meant to drive his rigid cock.

"Fuck me now! Ohhhhh, Nate, ohhhhhh!"

He petted her belly with his prick-tip, then the insides of her thighs, Mary kept her hands above her on the bed, liking the feeling of being bound, crazy about the touch of the man's hot cock-head. When his cock was thoroughly coated with her sex-juices, he eased it into her body. Her muscles rippled like before as she took him inch by wonderful inch.

"Ohhhhh, feel it going in, Nate? Do you feel it?"

"Yeah, baby!" He kissed her mouth hard and Mary realized that he'd never shown this much abandon during that first fuck. She thrilled with knowing that she had been the girl who'd finally broken through Nate's shell. He thrust harder, causing her asscheeks to quiver. Straining against the silken ties caused her excitement to rush upon her even more furiously than before. She babbled and tossed her hips and bunched her back down into the bed as his jerking cock filled her.

"It's wonderful to have something so long and hard inside me! I never realized just how nice that is! It's the reason I've got a hole, isn't it?"

"And the reason I've got a cock."

"Ohhhh, darling! Ohhhh, put your tongue in my ear!"

Now she hugged his neck, her hands still bound. His thrusting rhythm seemed to pick her up and carry her. She could feel his swollen tip gouging her dainty, velvet cunt, causing more of her juice to flow. The slick, sexy sound of her pussy being penetrated over and over made Mary babble and squirm. Nate liked her movements. His hands smoothed her curvy hips, sliding under her ass finally as she kept bunching and writhing from the pleasure she felt.

"Uhhhhhh, Nate!"

His hands caressed lower now and the unexpected touches made Mary flop her head from side to side, her blonde hair spilling across the bedspread. Nate devoured her mouth, his tongue going deep. He brushed her clit with his forefinger, then Mary felt both of his hands on the insides of her thighs as be stretched her as far apart as he could.

"Ahhh, ahhhhhhh!" she panted, her cunt being stabbed as deep as she could take.

"Baby doll, you're so sweet to fuck!"

"Ohhhh, Nate, ohhhhhh, do it faster… faster!"

Mary couldn't seem to move fast enough herself. The itchy thrills pounded through her. Her nipples were turgid and hot. She dug her nails into Nate's back, whipping her ass from side to side, feeling the hot drip of her juice, feeling his satin-smooth cock-head up inside her. Throbbing. Swelling even larger.

"Ghhhaaaahh," she whined, hunching her hips. She plunged her cunt up and down as Nate fucked her. Instinctively, she brought her legs higher and scissored his waist. The new position stretched her dainty, youthful flesh and her clit was being rubbed more wonderfully than ever before.

"Nate! Ohhhhhhhh, I'm dying! I'm dying and I don't even care!"

Nate kissed her open mouth and they breathed each other's breath, moaning together as their passion inched toward a peak.

Mary had never felt such exhilaration. Her pussyflesh was being tantalized and teased until it felt as if an electric current were running through the length of her body. Her clit was a swollen fevered nub of pleasure. Her nipples tingled wonderfully when Nate rubbed them with his chest. And when he licked his way down her chest and sucked one of her small tits into his mouth, Mary arched her back sharply from the bed and made small, choking sounds deep in her throat.

"Nhhhuhh, nhhuuuh!"

Nate was fucking her with the full length of his cock now. She felt the tip almost being pulled from her pussy as he gently nibbled her breasts. Begging for him to give it back again, Mary clawed at the small of the handsome man's back. With gentle thrusts, Nate slipped it to her, gave her every last inch. With his feverish shaft completely imbedded inside her body, Mary smiled thankfully and made jerky rutting movements with her ass. She could squeeze him tight now that her tissues were swollen. She could close down her hole until Nate sucked in his breath.

His mouth nuzzled her neck, sending more pleasure racing over her skin. She licked his ear in return and their hands fumbled each other as their sexual fever increased. Mary squeezed her scissor-hold, her ankles locked high in the air as Nate tried to fuck her deeper.

"Ahhh, ahhhhhh!" Nate cried, licking and biting and sucking on her tits and neck.

"Ohhhhhh, Nate honey!" she tried back. Her cunt was dripping juice steadily now. She felt totally ravished, totally surrendering to Nate's hot loving. He squeezed her in his arms and she squeezed him back with her soft, white thighs. His cock speared and speared and speared her. She lost all sense of up and down. Radiant thrills made her back arch sharply once again and she threw her head back as Nate licked her neck.

"Gonna come!" she squealed, her ass thumping the bed in a last wild frenzy of lust. Inside her, she could feel his cock-tip bulging, catching at her satiny flesh. Then a torrent of hot cream boiled into her. The sound of their fucking grew sloppier, sexier. The musky aroma of her pussy was tinged with another smell now – the sharp perfume of Nate's cum!

"Uhhh, uhhhhh, ahhhhhhh!" she panted, eyes squeezed closed, her fists beating weakly against Nate's back as he ravished her with long, slow strokes.

For a long time, they writhed as the sharp ecstasy continued to throb in the smoldering wetness of Mary's pussy. And when at last she recovered enough to look into Nate's eyes, she saw more than mere admiration there. She gave him a shy smile.

"You like me, don't you?"

"Love you."

"We're gonna have lots of fun, aren't we?"

"We sure are, little darling."

And then Mary was on her knees, Nate's cock cradled in her fingers as she hungrily licked the fresh, hot cum from his shaft. It wouldn't be long before he'd be hard again. And when that happened, Mary knew exactly what she wanted!

Content

John Kellerman
Sex slave virgins

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT