John Kellerman: Sex slave virgins

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.