I love taking long, baths. The feeling of warm soapy water embracing my young body, floating weightless and care free.
This time was no different, I allowed myself to space out, submerged my head under water for a few seconds, holding my breath as I let my mind wander off.
Pleasant flashbacks from last night began to surface and sent tingling sensations all over my body, concentrating between my legs. I reached down and slowly massaged my tender clit.
I was sitting in my boyfriend’s car outside my house after a date. We were passionately making out, his hands fondled me while nibbling on my lips and neck.
“I love you Joanie” he whispered in my ear, as his hand slowly inched its way up and under my shirt.
“I love you too Ethan” I whispered back as I felt his hand caressing my right breast over my bra. I wanted him bad, I wanted to make love to him, to feel him inside me, but my mind was clinging to the last fragments of rationality. I knew I had to end it before it’s too late.
“Please Ethan, it’s too soon.” I reluctantly said as I pushed his hand down. “I want our first time to be special.”
I just turned 18 and still a virgin. Ethan was my first serious boyfriend and we have been dating for six months. He was very patient with me. Most of my friends lost their innocence years ago. I wasn’t ready yet.
He moved back to his seat and I could see the frustration on his handsome face.
“I’ll miss you Joanie, you know that don’t you?” he said still frustrated. “Two whole weeks while you are on this fucking cruise with your family.”
“I’ll miss you too baby” I comforted him. “I promise I’ll email you every day, and we can talk on the phone when ever the ship docks.”
He didn’t say anything, just took me in his strong arms, while running his fingers through my hair. The scent of his cologne was intoxicating and I was burning with lust inside. I had to go before we take it any further, we looked into each others eyes and kissed goodbye.
As I relived this moment in my mind I rubbed my clit harder. My entire body started to shake and my heart was pumping fast. I was on the edge, water started to slosh around me since my body now trembled uncontrollably. With my knees spread I slipped two fingers inside me and with my other hand grabbed the bathtub rim, fighting myself not to scream with pleasure. I lifted my pelvis and held my breath as the much anticipated orgasm overwhelmed my entire body.
Just as I started to relax, I heard three loud knocks on the bathroom door, abruptly pulling me back to reality.
“Joanie” my mom yelled from behind the door, “hurry up, the cab will be here soon, get dressed and get your butt downstairs! You have ten minutes.”
“Damn it mom I’m almost done here, calm down!” I yelled back, my orgasm a distant memory by now.
“Talk to her Jim, she is your daughter too” I heard my mom urging my dad.
A couple of much gentler knocks on the door.
“Pumpkin? Would you please hurry up? The ship will leave without us.” My dad said in an apologetic tone.
I’m 18 and my dad still calls me pumpkin, I’ve always been his little princess.
“I’ll be out in a minute” I said with a much softer voice and heard their footsteps walking away.
I got out of the bathtub and dried myself with a towel in front of the bathroom mirror. I looked at myself and liked what I saw.
I received plenty of compliments about my looks from men of all ages. Sometimes I would catch my male teachers ogle me in class, I knew they couldn’t help themselves and I found it flattering.
I’m 5’4” tall and weigh 105 lbs., long straight blond hair with piercing dark blue eyes. My full red lips complete a beautiful face. As I gazed at my naked body I slightly lifted my heavy 32D breasts and gently pinched my sensitive pink nipples, they hardened almost immediately.
My hourglass shaped body was tight with a round butt, smooth and perfect. I run my hands down my body, still turned on from my bath, I placed the palm of my hand on my neatly shaved snatch. I felt the warm tingling sensation again but decided I don’t have time for that so I wrapped myself up in a towel and went to my room.
I laid my clothes on the bed and began to dress. I put on a pair of pink cotton panties and a pink lace bra, squeezed myself into a pair of white denim short shorts that complimented my round, firm butt. Next I picked up a light blue tank top that cling to my curves. I put on my sandals, and gathered my hair into a ponytail. I was ready to go.
I went downstairs and saw my family waiting for me in the living room, suitcases packed and placed by the door. My mom looked at me impatiently. “Finally” she grunted. Besides my parents there was my only sister Heather. She is two years younger than me and since it was summer, school was out so she could come with us. Heather was very pretty with an angelic face, shoulder length auburn hair and big hazel eyes. Her body just started to bloom showing early signs of womanhood, her breasts were modest yet perky and her butt small and round.
My parents planned this cruise for weeks, as a gift for my high school graduation and my 18th birthday which was two weeks ago. The cruise liner’s itinerary promised two fun packed weeks in the Caribbean. The ship was to depart from the port of Miami and take us around the islands, to places such as Jamaica, Aruba, the Bahamas and Puerto Rico. My family is fairly well off so we were promised a first class experience.
A car honk sounded from our drive way and the driver quickly showed up at our door.
“Let’s go guys, don’t forget anything” said my dad in a cheerful tone. “Girls, isn’t this exciting?” he continued.
“Yea we’re thrilled dad” I said sarcastically acting as a teenage brat, even though deep inside I was elevated. This was going to be an adventure.
The drive was uneventful and long. We reached the port of Miami and the car took us all the way to our ship.
We stood on the pier while our driver unload our luggage. The ship was huge, much bigger then I expected. It was at least 12 stories high above the waterline and about three football fields in length. The itinerary said it had everything. 8 swimming pools, 12 dining halls, restaurants, a casino, a spa, movie theaters, a gym, video arcade, even a bowling ally. I was truly amazed.
I felt a tap on my shoulder, it was my dad noticing how dumbfounded I was.
“Well pumpkin, would you like to go inside or stay here and help our driver with the luggage” he chuckled.
I looked at him, smiled and crossed my arm with his as we started to walk toward the ship, leaving our driver to deal with the luggage. We entered the ship, it was beautiful and luxurious. Big chandeliers hung from the ceiling, black marble floor, red carpet staircases and hundreds of people going about their business. We reached the check in counter and a well spoken efficient lady checked our reservations.
“So, you are the Harrisons” she said in a cheerful and friendly tone. “Welcome aboard the Titan of the Seas” one of the largest cruise ships in the world.”
I could tell she was genuinely proud at this ship.
“We have you down for two rooms at our exclusive Neptune floor. Please follow the yellow line to the elevators on your right. Then take elevator number 3 to the 9th floor which is the top floor. Here are your key-cards and have a wonderful stay.”
My dad handed the key-cards to me and Heather as we made our way to the elevators.
Once there, to our disappointment, we saw a big line of guests waiting for the elevators. It was a mixture of all sorts of people from different ages and speaking different languages.
As the line moved along I noticed a middle age couple in front of me. The woman had her back to me. She wore a black cotton dress, had short red dyed hair and a little on the heavyset side. The man was facing me, he had a balding head with gray hair and a trimmed white beard. Like his wife, he was a heavy man. White beard wore a Hawaiian short sleeve shirt and beige cargo shorts. I could tell he was checking me out. I wore tight short shorts, a skimpy tank top and I knew what kind of an effect I have on middle age men. He did make me a little uncomfortable though. Usually when older men gawk at me, they turn their eyes away as soon as they see me look at them. He didn’t. He kept his eyes on my body for a few good seconds even though I was looking right at him.
Finally it was our turn for the elevator. It could only hold 10 people so it was us four, the middle age couple and another family. White beard and his wife entered first, then us and finally the other family. Due to the rush I was pushed to the back of the elevator with white beard and his wife behind me, facing the elevator door. The other family squeezed inside and at the end of the pushing and shoving I found myself wedged behind my dad and white beard.
The elevator doors finally closed and it made its way up. It was cramped and uncomfortable. Suddenly I felt white beard moving closer behind me, his belly touching my back. At first I didn’t think much of it since there was little room to move and I thought he was just as uncomfortable as I was. However, he kept moving even closer pressing me to the back of my dad until I could go no further. What was he doing? Is he trying to get a quick feel with a girl that could be his granddaughter? Wasn’t he afraid his wife might see what he was doing?
I felt the bulge in his pants begin to grow as he pressed himself to my round butt. He slowly moved his hips from side to side, then forward and back. I was so shocked I couldn’t speak, even if I could I was too embarrassed to make a scene. I tried to move sideways and as I did, he placed his hands on my hips, holding me firmly in place. My family was unaware of my ordeal since they all faced the elevator doors. By now I could feel he was fully erect, his gyrating hips moved a little faster, still holding me in place so I wouldn’t fall over on my dad.
I turned my head back to him, pleading with my eyes to stop. He just smiled a creepy smile and continued to molest me.
Finally the elevator stopped and I couldn’t get out of there fast enough. I pushed through my family and got out. White beard and his wife were right behind us but thankfully turned to the other side of the corridor. My face and neckline were red from the experience I just had. I was so angry at the thought that I was used by a man and didn’t do anything about it. I just hoped I didn’t run into him in the upcoming days.
We split into two adjacent rooms, me and Heather in one and my parents in the other.
As we were standing by the doors to our rooms my mom said
“Okay girls, we have a couple of hours until dinner time so take showers and get dressed before then. We’ll meet you at the lobby and don’t forget to unpack your suitcases before you wander off.”
I couldn’t wait to see our room so I hastily said “OK mom”, gave her and my dad a kiss on the cheek and dashed to my room.
The room was bigger than I expected, it looked almost like a regular hotel room. By the door was the closet and a small bathroom with a shower. The main room had two single beds pressed to the walls on either side . In between there was a small table and two armchairs. A large flat screen TV was mounted on the wall along with some tasteful paintings. Under it was a small mini-bar, it was full of soda cans, candy and little bottles of alcohol. The big window was draped and as I puled them aside I saw a sliding glass door leading to the balcony. Heather and I stepped outside and the view was beautiful. We were still at the harbor but being so high up we could see miles and miles of open ocean. I looked at Heather and we both started to giggle with joy. She rushed back inside to childishly jump on her bed.
“Come on Joanie.” She giggled “this is fun.”
“we don’t have much time Heather, you heard what mom said, we only have a couple of hours until dinner time and I want to check out the ship.” I said with my big sister tone.
“Fine” she said, her giggles now reduced to a half smile.
We quickly unpacked and placed our clothes in the closet. Just as we finished unpacking I heard the loud ship’s horn signaling its departure. We went back outside and watched the ship pulling out of the harbor.
We left our room and went over to the elevator. As we got close, the memory of the elevator incident surfaced. My heart sank at the thought of white beard placing his strong hands on my hips and rubbing himself against my back side. I wonder if he climaxed. I decided not to let this incident ruin my vacation.
We went downstairs and started to wander around aimlessly. The ship was so big it looked like a small City with shops and bars. We discovered a mini mall with a few clothing and jewelry stores. We tried on a few clothes and promised ourselves we’ll be back soon. We then went to the video arcade. I was too old for that but Heather was having a blast. Before we knew, it was time to go back upstairs and get ready for dinner.
Heather took a shower first, while I laid down my outfit for the evening. I picked out a classy black mini dress that complimented my toned body. It had thin straps that went over my shoulders and even though I had ample breasts it’s neckline was high enough and showed just a hint of cleavage. The bottom ended about a couple of inches above my knees. I also picked a matching set of black lacey thongs and a black strapless bra.
Heather got out of the shower wearing nothing but a white bra and panties. She had a gorgeous blooming body.
“Your turn sis” she said with a smirk, completely indifferent to her nakedness.
Growing in the same household we were used to walking without clothes around each other.
I went inside to take my shower. Standing under the warm stream of water I let my mind wander. Again I recalled my ordeal in the elevator and feelings of disgust crept up. Surprisingly, along with those feelings, the warm familiar sensation between my legs began to form. I was a little startled by it so I shook my head and forced myself to think about other things. I tried to think about Ethan, school, my family. It was useless, each thought led me back to the elevator. My anger towards white beard grew even stronger for planting these thoughts in my mind. I turned the water off and toweled myself.
When I got out of the shower, Heather was already dressed. I put on my bra and panties then my black mini dress. It had a zipper in the back so I asked for Heathers help and she did. I put on my black high heels shoes, a gold necklace that my dad bought me for Christmas, little black eyeliner to accentuate my dark blue eyes and some red lipstick. I took my card key and a small hand purse and went out the door.
We met our parents at the lobby as planned. The sound of dishes and people talking intensified as we got closer to the dining hall it was packed with people. In the middle of the hall were large bountiful tables with every type of food you can think of. We sat at our reserved table while efficient waiters poured us drinks.
“Come on Joanie let’s see what’s good here” Heather said as she pulled my arm up.
“Okay, okay just relax Heather, there is plenty of food to go around” I said with a smirk.
We agreed that my parents will stay at the table with our belongings while me and Heather get our food.
Heather and I walked towards the table and each took a plate. I couldn’t decide what to get and as I was looking around I noticed me and Heather had separated. Damn where did she go, I thought to myself and started to look for her. It wasn’t easy, even with high heels I was still shorter then most people and couldn’t see passed them. A few minutes went by until I finally saw heather by the seafood corner. My heart sank immediately. She was holding a plate of food and talking to white beard. They were smiling and appear to be in a good mood.
I rushed towards her and as soon as I got there I grabbed her hand pulling away towards our table.
“What’s wrong with you Joanie? “ Heather asked. “Can’t you see I’m talking with someone? You are being very rude.”
She turned to white beard and said “sorry Frank, this is my impatient sister Joanie. Joanie say hello to Frank”
I looked at him with raging anger
“Hello Joanie.” He smiled and reached for a hand shake. “My you are very lovely” his hand still waiting for me to shake it back.
Heather, aware of the awkward situation motioned to me with her head to shake his hand back.
A fight broke in my mind. I didn’t want to shake his hand for the obvious reasons, but didn’t want Heather to know or ask questions.
Finally I reached and shook his hand, hating every split second of it. “Nice to meet you Frank, I’m Joanie”
I wanted to say the Joanie you’ve molested in the elevator but I managed to keep my composure.
His hand held mine for a couple more seconds then necessary and I could swear I felt his index finger stroking lightly at the back of my hand.
Finally he let go and nodded his head.
“Frank told me this is his third cruise” Joanie said with a cheerful voice, completely oblivious to the tension between me and him.
“He said that once we get to Aruba he will show us the best beach there.” she continued
“I’m sure Frank has better plans then heaving us tag along and interrupt his vacation with his wife” I Intentionally emphasized my last word, hoping to nip these plans in the bud.
“Nonsense” Frank dismissed. “It will be my pleasure to show the island to such beautiful girls like yourselves”
“We’ll see” I replied “Let’s go Heather, mom and dad are waiting” I took her hand in mine motioning with my head to our table.
“Okay Frank see you around” Joanie giggled.
“Good bye dear” he said while holding her other hand with both of his “It was a pleasure to meet you”.
For a second he was sizing her with his eyes like a predator sizing up his pray.
Heather was too gullible to notice I thought. But not me.
As we made our way to the table a million thoughts run through my head. Should I tell my parents? I was afraid no one would believe me, they were at the same elevator when it happened and didn’t notice, so why should they believe me? So far he has done nothing wrong to Heather. However, there is someone who could stop this and this someone was his wife. I decided to tell her everything, but I needed a few minutes alone with her.
I told Heather to go ahead to our table and made an excuse about forgetting the bread. She continued and I went back to look for them.
I quickly located their table. Frank and his wife were sitting alone at a table far enough that they couldn’t see me. I waited for a couple of minutes and saw his wife walking towards the desert table. This was my opportunity, I took a big breath and said to myself, it’s now or never.
I approached Frank’s wife while she was loading a plate of desert. I stood by her, took a plate and pretended I was there for the same reason, I didn’t want Frank to know what I was up to.
“Hi” I said nervously. She looked at me and said “Hi” back as she continued with loading the plate.
“My name is Joanie” I paused for a couple of seconds gathering my thoughts.
“you don’t know me, but I have something very important to tell you about your husband.”
She raised her head from the plate she was holding and looked at me curiously.
“What do you mean?” She asked.
“well, today he approached me in the elevator and did horrible things, he also tried to make a move on my sister” I answered.
She looked at me still puzzled and I could tell she was thinking what the hell is this girl talking about.
Finally she said “Look dear I don’t know what sort of horrible things he did or didn’t do. I need to get back to my table now, but I would like to hear more about it.”
I was relieved she didn’t dismiss me.
“Me and Frank are staying at room 915, I know he plans to go to the casino at around 11 pm. I would like you to come over then so we can discuss this in further details.” She genuinely sounded like she cared, and I could understand why she wanted to meet. It’s not like she can confront her husband about cheating, based on a two minutes conversation over a desert plate with a teenage girl.
“Very well.” I said, I’ll come to your room at 11:15 tonight. She nodded and went back to her table and so did I.
My parents and Heather were still eating when I got to the table. We sat there for about an hour, eating and talking about our vacation, how wonderful it would be and what we should do in the days a head. When we were done, we decided to walk around the ship and see what it had to offer. We sat at one of the bars, my dad and mom ordered beer and I ended up with a strawberry milkshake. We sat there for about a couple of hours, just talking and laughing. I checked my watch and it was 9:00, Heather’s yawns increased in frequency and it was obvious we were all tired after a long and eventful day.
“We should call it a day” my dad said as he stretched his arms.
“Yes I’m beat too” my mom agreed with him. “Lets go back to our rooms, we have a big day a head of us.” she continued.
We got up and went upstairs. Said good night to our parents with a hug and a kiss and went inside. Heather was exhausted. She took of her dress, changed to her pajamas and went to the bathroom to brush her teeth. Even though I was tired, I knew I couldn’t go to bed just yet. There were still a couple more hours until I meet with Frank’s wife. I took my shoes off, laid on the bed and turned on the TV.
Heather was done and came out of the bathroom. “Aren’t you going to sleep?” she asked me.
“Yea maybe later, I want to watch some TV for a little while”
“I know why you don’t want to sleep” Heather said with an evil green.
My heart began to pump harder “O yea? Why is that” I asked.
“You want to have a sex ting session with your boyfriend.” she giggled while making kissing noises.
“Shut up stupid” I started to giggle as well. We talked some more until Heather dozed off and fell asleep.
I watched TV for about an hour, still dressed in my black mini dress. I checked the time and it was ten past eleven. I got up to check on Heather, she was sound asleep, so I put my shoes back on, took my card key and tip toed outside.
Frank’s room was on our floor so it didn’t took me long to get there. I stood in front of the door gathering up the courage to knock. I knew I had to do it for the sake of my sister. I knocked softly and heard footsteps inside.
Frank’s wife opened the door and motioned me to get inside. She was dressed in a white silk robe over a white negligee. She wasn’t an obese woman but you could see the years of child bearing took their toll. She was wide at the breast and belly area. Her face still had heavy make up from dinner time and showed a few wrinkles. Their room was some what smaller then ours but had a queen size bed in the middle with two dressers on either side. Other than that it looked exactly like ours.
“Hello dear” she said in a motherly voice. “My name is Lydia, Please sit over here and tell me what’s on your mind.”
She motioned to the side of the bed. I sat where she pointed and she sat next to me.
I began to speak and told her my entire story without interruption, her face was serious as if she understood exactly what I was talking about. Toward the end, my voice began to quiver and I held my tears as hard as I can. She noticed it and spoke softly while giving me a gentle hug.
“There, there my dear, don’t cry, it’s not your fault men are pigs” she attempted to cheer me up.
“Would you like me to pour you a drink? It will make you feel better, I promise” I looked up at her comforting brown eyes still in her motherly embrace and nodded “yes please.”
“Wonderful” she said and got up to fix me a drink. She pulled out of the mini-bar a can of orange juice and two bottles of some kind of liquor. She poured the orange juice into two glasses, than added a small liquor bottle to each glass. She added some ice and mixed the drinks.
She walked over to the bed where I was sitting, sat next to me and handed me the glass.
“Drink up sweetie, liquor is the best medicine for times like this.” She made me feel very comfortable around her. I put the glass to my lips and sipped. The taste was horrible, I can’t understand people who drink on a daily basis. It was bitter and sour at the same time, I tried to put on a brave face, like I knew what I was doing but she could tell I had a hard time keeping it down.
Noticing my struggle she chuckled and said
“Don’t worry dear, it gets better each time. Try to take a bigger sip it will be easier”
She looked at me with anticipation as I took my second sip. She was right, it was easier. I felt the warmth of the liquor making its way down my throat to my stomach.
We kept talking some more, telling each other where we are from, what we do and stuff like that until I finished the entire glass.
“Would you like one more?” She asked.
“No thank you” I politely declined, I was very tired, my eyelids felt heavy and I just wanted to go to my room and crash on the bed.
“I think I should go, thank you for being such a good listener.”
As soon as I stood up I began to feel very dizzy, my legs were so weak they couldn’t support my weight and I crashed back on the bed.”
“What’s the matter dear?” she asked with concerned.
“I feel… I feell dieezzzy” I had a hard time talking, what was in that drink? I thought to myself. I know I’m not a fan of alcohol but I have tried it a few times at parties and never had that reaction.
“Would you like to lie down?” she asked. I closed my eyes and nodded yes. My legs and arms were numb and I felt the blood draining from my head. She guided me to the top of the bed with her hand supporting my back, placing my head on the pillow behind me. She than moved my legs to the bed and put my hands by my sides. I felt like a rag doll, paralyzed to the point that I could only move my eyelids. My mouth and throat were parched.
“I think you are ready” Lydia said as she got up and took off her robe. She stood in front of me with only her sheer white negligee. I panicked and tried to move. My limbs didn’t budge no matter how hard I tried. She climbed on the bed and laid on her side very close to me. I could feel her beating heart on my hand and her heavy breathing near my ear.
“Relax my dear, this feeling will wear off soon, don’t fight it, try to enjoy what’s coming.” she whispered.
What’s coming? What is she talking about? My mind was racing I have to get out of here, but I can’t.
She placed her hand on my tummy, and started to gently rub in circular motion. My body tensed up at the first touch of her hand but soon after it was surprisingly soothing.
“That’s good honey, you are relaxing. I can feel you are more comfortable.” Her hand slowly crept up to my succulent breasts.
“Mmmm. You have lovely tits, you know that? So big and firm.” she squeezed my right breast over my dress, gently at first then with increasing pressure . I could feel my nipples harden and a warm sensation began between my legs. My body’s temperature was on the rise as she groped me harder and kissed my neck, biting gently on my earlobes. Being paralyzed as I was caused all my senses to heighten.
I hated my self in that moment. How could I get so excited. Lydia was using me for her own pleasure.
Her voice abruptly cut my thoughts.
“Now sweetie, let’s see those beautiful tits of yours. She removed the thin straps of my dress and pulled down the top. Next, she reached under me and felt her way around until she unclasped my bra. With one continuous motion, she removed it as well, exposing my succulent breasts and hardened pink nipples. Her breathing became heavier as she reached down, moved her panties aside and began to rub her clit . She pounced at my breasts with intensity, squeezing them hard while nibbling on my sensitive nipples with her teeth and lips.
In a mixture of pain and pleasure I was ecstatic . my juices flowed through the walls of my vagina, lubricating it in anticipation. I was very close to cumming and even managed to whisper a moan. Suddenly she stopped, leaving me breathless and aching for more.
“Not yet my dear, we still have a long night ahead of us” she said as her hands reached under my dress. Her fingers fondled the entrance to my soaking snatch moistening the panties fabric with my juices.
“My god your cunt is soaking wet” she said with a perplexed tone. “you are a horny little slut aren’t you? When was the last time you were fucked?” I was unable to speak or move and it drove me insane.
She pulled down the rest of my dress and cast it aside. She then removed my wet panties, held them to her nose and took a big breath. She sniffed my panties while on her knees between my legs, rubbing her own pussy with vigor.
“Mmmm.. I love the smell of fresh young cunt.” As she said that she reached forward and stuffed them in my mouth. “Taste it! Doesn’t it taste great?” Lydia then covered my nose and mouth with her hand keeping my panties inside. I couldn’t breath and I couldn’t struggle. She had complete control over me. I started to gasp and choke. A few seconds letter she removed her hand and my panties. I inhaled as much air as I could take.
“That’s it, breath baby” she said with a creepy smile “You’ll have to learn to trust me. Do you trust me cunt?” She then rapidly grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled me close to her face.
“You trust me don’t you cunt!? Blink twice if you do!” her tone changed abruptly from a soft whisper to a commanding stern voice. I blinked twice with fear in my eyes. “good girl” she said and let go of my hair causing my head to fall back on the pillow.
Lydia took off her clothes and presented herself to me. Her breasts were huge and saggy. Both her nipples pierced and they were decorated with two heavy rings, pulling down on them. Her body had many tattoos, all over her tits and her under belly. Her pussy lips were pierced as well with rings on either one.
“Do you like what you see?” she asked in a bashful tone. “your wet cunt says you do.” she laughed and positioned herself between my legs.
Lydia took each of my legs and bent my knees, spreading them apart, then grabbed a pillow and placed it under my butt, lifting my pelvis to give her better access to my pussy. She spread my still soaking lips and peered at my hole. I heard her gasp.
“Oh my god you are a virgin” she said with amazement. “No wonder you are so sensitive. You have never been fucked before. Well then you are in for a ride.” She greened with delight.
I wanted to scream but no voice came out, I didn’t want to lose my innocence in such a horrible way.
Suddenly I heard a card key inserted at the door, Lydia quickly got up and covered my face with a towel, blinding me. I could hear the door open and footsteps entering the room. I heard Lydia whispering with another person. I couldn’t make out what they were saying but I did hear the word virgin. I was petrified.
I was so vulnerable, lying in bed naked, unable to move or see. I struggled to wake up my body but it was like trying to lift a car off of me. I heard a belt buckle open followed by pants dropping to the floor. I was hysteric inside. Blood rushed through my veins and my heart was racing. I was breathing harder which was difficult with the towel on my face. Finally I made some progress and managed to move my finger tips and toes. My new found optimism was cut shortly as I felt two people climbing on the bed.
Two sets of hands were caressing my body, one of them on my breasts and the other on my underbelly, one of the hands was lifted and I heard the dresser drawer open. A buzzing sound filled the room, soon after I felt the vibrator on my right nipple. Left with only four senses and unable to move, it was an intense feeling.
A couple of minutes later I heard Lydia say “Ooh look how hard her nipples get” like I was a part of some sick experiment. I felt the vibrator moving down, pausing around my navel, then moving on to my clit. The sensation was extraordinary and my pussy started to lubricate itself again. One of the hands took mine and placed it on a warm body. It moved it until I could touch something. I knew it was a cock even though I never touched one. I felt it grow in my hand as his hands moved mine faster. It was definitely big. A warm oily liquid was poured on my hand as I continually made to stroke. The man moaned and I knew he was enjoying himself very much. After a minute or so, he took my hand and returned it to my side. He then moved himself closer to my head, his knees pressed on the mattress by my head.
All of a sudden the towel was removed from my face in a quick motion. I looked up and it was Frank smiling “Hi honey” he said, and without waiting for a response, he quickly forced down my lower jaw and buried his cock in my mouth.
“Ohhh her mouth feels wonderful” he grunted to his wife.
“I think it’s the first time she had a cock in her mouth” His wife replied.
“I think you are right” he said while his thrusts down my throat intensified. He kept his hand pressed on my jaw, keeping my mouth open. I couldn’t push him away or turn my head. I gaged on his hard cock while saliva mixed with pre cum oozed down my cheeks.
“Careful honey, you don’t want to make her puke. She still can’t move herself” I heard Lydia advising her husband.
“Nahh I think this whore can take it. I already made it past her tonsils, she’ll be fine.”
he mounted himself on me and sat on breasts with my head between his knees, keeping the rhythm of his relentless thrusts. He was very heavy and I thought my chest would cave in. In a ferocious and rough motion he grabbed the hair from the back of my head for leverage and kept his other hand on my jaw. He shoved his cock even deeper in me, fucking my mouth with anger.
“Suck it you pig!” he yelled at me while yanking my hair “Watch those teeth bitch!..”
He kept riding me hard and brutal while Lydia did the exact opposite. She gently kissed and caressed my body, using the vibrator on my clit sent jolts of pleasure from head to toe.
My brain was confused with mixed emotions. On franks end I was tormented by ruthless throat fucking. And on Lydia’s end I was elevated with pleasure.
“I had enough of your worthless throat” I heard Frank grunting as he dismounted me.
“Now the real fun begin.” He greened.
He stood up on the bed and flipped me over like a rag doll. I was now lying on my stomach face down. He then walked to the foot of the bed. The carpet muffled his foot steps but I could sense he was behind me. He held my ankles and pulled me towards him until my knees were off the bed and on the carpet. He kicked my knees apart like you see in cop shows, then placed a towel on the carpet under me.
I was bent down in a way that half my body was lying face down on the bed and the other half was supported by my knees on the carpet. He then picked up my panties that were on the floor and used them to tie my hands behind my back. Meanwhile, Lydia positioned herself in front of me, she sat on the bed spread her legs and placed her pussy near my face. This position gave her full view of my head resting between her legs, and of her husband standing behind me.
I felt his warm fat belly on my butt and it instantly reminded me of the elevator incident. I knew what’s about to happen and I looked up at Lydia, pleading with my big puppy eyes to stop it.
She looked down at me with empathy and stroked my soft blond hair. “Shhhh… it will be all over soon” she whispered, Lydia then pulled my head gently and placed it on her slit. “Lick honey” she continued to whisper. “concentrate on my pussy and clear your mind.” I reached out with my tongue and I could taste the metallic flavor of her juices. “mmm… “ she moaned with pleasure.
I felt Frank placing the tip of his big cock at the entrance to my hole. He put his left hand on my left hip and his right hand on my shoulder, holding me down firmly. His cock at my entrance sent jolts of different emotions to the rest of my body. I was terrified and excited all at the same time.
He hovered over me and whispered in my ear “I’m going to enjoy this bitch” and as soon as he ended the sentence, he shoved his entire cock up my hole, with one savage thrust he popped my cherry. Jolts of pain shot up from my pussy to my brain and blood began to drip from my vagina down my thigh on the towel that was placed earlier. I screamed for the first time tonight. I guess it caught them by surprise because Frank hurried to cover my mouth with his hand. “Shut the fuck up you stupid whore!” he ordered “someone might hear you.” The immense pain triggered something in my nervous system and my body began to show signs of life. I regained movement in my hands and legs and tried to break free. Frank, with his cock still inside me, held me down with one hand while covering my mouth with the other. Lydia who noticed my struggle quickly replaced her husband with one hand on my mouth and the other on my back using her weight to keep me down. I felt a sting on my ass as Franck smacked it really hard.
“Hold still bitch!! I’m not done with you yet” Frank grunted. He then looked at his wife and said “this cunt needs to be tamed.” He pulled out his cock and immediately shoved it back in deeper, poking at my cervix with an even greater force. My scream of pain was muffled by Lydia’s hand.
He began a rhythm of ferocious thrusts, fucking me hard and fast. With one hand he held the knot of my panties cuffs and slapped my ass hard with the other. Smacking sounds filled the room as his under belly was bouncing on my round ass. “Christ this bitch is tight” he cried in ecstasy.
As a defense mechanism my pussy pumped more and more juices to accommodate the giant cock that was fucking me. The slippery flow eased the pressure on the walls of my vagina and created a vacuum with each time he pulled back. The jolts of pain were replaced by jolts of pleasure. With every thrust I felt more excited, I started to moan uncontrollably. Lydia removed her hand from my mouth and my crys of passion grew louder.
“The whore likes it” he said to his wife.
Lydia took advantage of my lust and climbed back to her original position, with my head between her legs. She grabbed my head with both hands and pushed it down on her seasoned cunt. It was much wider then mine and pumped incredible amounts of juices. I lapped it up with my tongue as fast as I could. I could feel her body begin to shake.
“I’m cumming, I’m cumming” she cried while pushing my head even harder. She released her grip and started to convulse from the orgasm she was experiencing. I lifted my head and looked at her with my pretty face soaking wet with her juices.
Wanting to return a favor, Lydia quickly got out of bed and lowered herself between Franks legs. She began to expertly flick her tongue at my clit while Frank kept pumping my pussy hard. It only took two minutes in this position and my entire body began to tremble as I was starting to climax. Frank recognized it and pressed his index finger to my anus. At exactly the right second he shoved his finger up my ass, and the sensations it gave me were out of this world, I shook uncontrollably and my mind exploded. I came hard in Lydia’s mouth.
“Thats it little whore… cum in my wife’s mouth, you dirty slut” He then grabbed a fistful of my hair and jerked me back. He put both of his hands around my throat and squeezed hard, cutting of oxygen to my brain. His actions intensified my orgasm and I felt a series of mini orgasms exploding in my head. He released his hold and I fell back on the bed gasping for air, completely satisfied.
It didn’t take long before it was Frank’s turn to cum. His rhythm slowed down but his thrusts became much more powerful. He pulled out and grabbed my hair pulling me to the floor. Lydia kneeled behind me forcing me to open my mouth with her hands. Frank was jerking his cock with one hand and tightened his grip on my hair as he neared his climax.
” STICK OUT YOUR TONGUE AND HOLD STILL BITCH!!, I’M CUMMING” a huge white load shot across my face leaving it’s trail from my chin to my forehead. His second load landed all over my lips and mouth. His sperm tasted salty and I tried to swallow. “KEEP YOUR MOUTH OPEN CUNT I’M NOT DONE YET.” he screamed as he shoved his cock in my mouth emptying his balls down my throat. He kept his cock in my mouth for almost a minute, the cum dripped from my face all over my tits. He pulled out his soft cock and pushed me to the floor.as he stepped over me on his way to the shower and said
“we are just getting started slut, see you by the pool tomorrow. Be there at 10:00 am. Now go get some sleep.” he closed the bathroom door behind him and I heard the water running.
Lydia untied my hands and helped me to get dressed. She walked me to the door and kissed me on the lips. “See you tomorrow Joanie” she said as I left the room.
I stumbled back to my room and tip toed inside I checked on heather and she was sound asleep, her innocent face was so calm and peaceful.
I went inside the bathroom, took off my clothes and looked at myself in the mirror. I looked nothing like I did when I left this room. Black mascara lines ran down my cheeks which where stained with cum and my hair was all crusty with sperm. I turned on the hot water and sat on the shower floor letting the water wash away all the filth. As my mind wandered I remembered Franks last words about the swimming pool. I felt compelled to do as he said and found it strange. I turned the water off and dozed into sleep.. right there on the shower floor.