Sex slave virgins(9)

"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?"