John Kellerman: Sex slave virgins

"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.