Chapter 6

Tentatively, Christine closed her lips around the straw and sucked, wary that she was about to receive a mouthful of sperm. Instead, cool, delicious, fresh water flowed into her mouth. She drank it graciously. Her mouth was terribly dry. The last thing she had drank was the sperm cocktail, which was not exactly thirst quenching. The water refreshed her and filled her stomach. She realized was growing quite hungry.

The girl's hands lifted Christine's head and untied the blindfold, pulled it away, and Christine squinted in the light. The pale, blurry image moving around the bed she assumed to be the girl, but she didn't appear to be wearing one of those hooded cloaks. Gradually, her eyes adjusted to the light, a dim, indirect light from a corner of the room. She blinked a few times before she could see the girl clearly. She was quite pretty, and was wearing only a tiny, white bikini. She had a delightful figure. She set the empty water bottle on a table with the blindfold. Smiling like a mother tending to her ill child, the girl felt Christine's forehead.

"Do you feel ok?" she asked.

"Yes," Christine said, nodding. She took a deep breath. She hoped the girl was going to untie her, as well.

She carefully wiped Christine's face with a clean washcloth, staying away from the stripes painted on her face, which Christine had forgotten about.

"You're very lucky. When Julianna found out you were a virgin there was a sudden change of plans." She wiped Christine's chest and belly. The moistness felt good when it evaporated and cooled her skin. "You should have seen what they had in mind for you."

Christine looked up into her eyes. "What?"

The girl smiled mischievously. "Well, you would have had a different idea about the next salad you ate."

She put the washcloths in a bowl of water and left the room without another word, leaving Christine on her own.

Christine sighed. What was she in for next? What did she mean by that thing about the salad? Losing her virginity had been the most frightening and exciting thing to ever happen to her. She was squirming with excitement at the prospect of doing it again.

She heard a click and looked at the other door. It swung open slowly and a man stood in the doorway outlined in the light from the hall. Christine breathed in deep as he casually strolled in, closed the door and looked around the room. Christine whimpered and squirmed slowly on the sheets, pulling against the leather ropes that held her arms secured to the posts of the bed. He was a very handsome man, and she knew what he was going to do to her.

The man pulled his tie loose and tossed it on the chair, then removed his jacket and laid it over the back of the chair.

"You're very beautiful," he said, his dark eyes gazing into her's. "Your name's Christine, right?"

Christine smiled slightly, nervously. She found she could not tear her eyes away from his face. He was an older man, with graying hair and a few wrinkles in his skin. His voice was very deep and masculine, his jaw strong. He looked like a professor, or one of the school administrators. She had only been at the school a few months, so she did not know many of the people who worked there.

His eyes followed the slender outline of her body, from her perfectly carved calves and lithe thighs, to her narrow waist, to her swollen chest and her gorgeous face. Christine saw him staring at her crotch and wished she could close her legs. She felt so naked in front of him. She had on only the tiny bra that she wished she didn't have to wear. It was much too small. She felt like she was naked in front of her father.

She tensed with fear as he approached the bed, trying desperately to back away from him like a small, cornered animal. In all her seventeen years, Christine couldn't remember ever feeling so scared, or so turned on. She shivered with fear, and yet, she was strangely warm all over.

She saw his penis bulging in his pants. She trembled as she watched him remove his shirt, wondering how his hands would feel on her thighs, or how he would touch her tits. Christine was amazed. He was older than her own father, yet he had a body like a man half his age, except with a few more wrinkles.

His pants dropped to the floor and his erection jumped out. Her eyes grew wide and her mouth fell open. Her first sight of a real man's erect penis was a real shock. It looked just like the one she remembered her sister's boyfriend had, except that it was much bigger and much more beautiful. She always believed she would be disgusted by them. Her own reaction was a surprise to her.

"I cum like crazy," he whispered, as he stroked the object. "You'll like that."

He touched Christine's knee and she cringed. She could feel herself trembling in his hand, which moved up the inside of her thigh. His hands felt good on her thighs. She took a deep breath like she might cry. Her breasts swelled in the tight bra, threatening to burst it open.

His hand found her cunt warm and wet. Christine whimpered, still unfamiliar with being touched there. His gentle fingers explored her soft pussy lips and glided into her hole with slippery ease. She moaned and spread her legs as wide as the bar would allow.

She stared curiously at this man's cock. She wanted him to use it on her. She needed to feel the warmth of a long, hard dick inside her and to feel the weight of his body on top of hers. She wanted to hold it, to feel it glide into her hand, to love it and caress it and feel it stroking in and out of her mouth, to finally find out if what her sister had told her about sucking a guy was true.

"Suck me," he whispered to her. He held the head of his penis near her lips.

"Oh my God," Christine moaned, unable to tear her eyes from the object. She was breathing heavily. Her body was consumed by fear and lust and she was terribly confused. The cock danced inches from her mouth and she wanted it so badly. She leaned forward, straining her neck, and kissed the head.

"Yes," the man sighed. He pushed it closer to her face.

Christine felt encouraged by his reaction to such a simple act. Instinctively, she knew what to do next. With a sigh, she opened her mouth and let the head pass between her lips onto her tongue. She licked it as it came in. She remembered her sister's lecture about how her boyfriend hated it when she touched his cock with her teeth, so Christine was extra careful to keep her's from this stranger's beautiful tool. It fit firmly in her mouth and she closed her lips around it to let him fuck her with it. Very quickly, she learned how right her sister was. She loved the feel of a hard penis sliding between her lips and feeling a man's heavy balls loaded with the cum she wanted so badly bouncing against her chin. She sucked in her cheeks to entice it deeper into her mouth.

Saliva leaked from the corners of her mouth around the shaft of his cock, over her lips and cheeks. The man scooped it up with his fingers, put his hand between her legs and spread it around the lips of her cunt. She felt an intense tingling between her legs and squealed. The cock muffled the sound, just like she was still wearing the gag.

"I'm going to fuck you now," the man said, pulling his cock from her mouth. Christine watched with disappointment as it fell away from her mouth before he had cum. She was awfully anxious to know how it tasted and felt on her tongue.

He put his hands on her tits, feeling them through the thin bra. The weak snap gave way and he just pulled it off, letting her breasts lie bare on her chest. He bent over and kissed one. Christine felt a fresh lust surge through her nipple when he sucked it. She looked down at this hairy chested god with his mouth on her shiny, erect nipples. Again, she got that strange feeling that this was her father with his gingers in her pussy and his mouth on her tit.