"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.