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"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 brings. 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 hail 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 thc 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.
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