Sex slave virgins(19)

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.