Chapter 5

She took my hand and guided me across the huge room toward the biggest bed I've ever seen. She smiled and asked, "Isn't it beautiful? The judge had it specially made."

It was, indeed, beautiful. The massive headboard and footboard were dark, beautifully carved wood. The bed was at least six feet wider and several feet longer than a king size bed. I don't even know how you would go about having a bed like this made. It must have cost a fortune!

She pulled the comforter back and helped me up onto the silk sheets. Not satin, silk!

It was so luxurious that for just a moment I forgot what was happening here. She got into bed with me and stretched out on her side beside me. Her hand began to explore my body again. I was adjusting to the shock of what was taking place here and I began to let myself enjoy the sensations her educated fingers were causing.

She leaned forward and began to kiss my face lightly. She kissed my ear and teased it with the tip of her tongue. She whispered, "I want you to enjoy what I do to you, my love. But I need you to pay attention. Because when I am finished it will be your turn. I'm going to want you to do these things to me."

She then proceeded to play my body like a violin. I may have been a virgin when I awoke Monday morning. But I was not totally unfamiliar with the pleasure centers of my body. I have been masturbating for a couple of years now and I derive a lot of pleasure from it.

I have enjoyed letting my boyfriend touch me through my clothes. I enjoyed it so much that I was that close to letting him take me some place where we could do it without those annoying clothes getting in the way ... that and anything else we could think of. I enjoyed being touched and being kissed and I enjoyed massaging the hard bulge in Don's jeans and driving him just as crazy as he was driving me.

But my boyfriend's clumsy touch could not compare to what this woman was doing. I really, really didn't want to enjoy this. I was very embarrassed about what I was doing, or what was being done to me. In some ways this was more embarrassing than the rape in judge's chambers.

But she was quickly putting my fears and my doubts to rest. First, because unlike when her husband and the bailiff raped me there was no pain. Now there was only pleasure. Those men had assaulted me violently and they had assaulted all of my senses in that room. They had been clean. But they had assaulted me with salty, sweaty, slimy cocks that tasted foul and smelled of bleach. They hurt me with their hands and they had hurt me with their cocks. They took pleasure from causing me pain.

Now I lay comfortably on silk sheets in this beautiful bedroom. The subtle aroma of this beautiful, sophisticated older woman's perfume flavored every breath of air that filled my lungs. Her lips continued to caress my face and softly touch my lips and her fingers brought pleasure to my body unlike anything I had experienced before.

This woman had done this before and she was very good at it.

I stopped fighting it. I was going to lose. And the truth was that after a few minutes I didn't want to fight off those wonderful sensations. When she started kissing me with more and more passion I quickly began to return her kiss. Though our kiss was passionate, it was controlled, I'm tempted to say lady-like. Not at all the crude sort of kiss that Don and I had exchanged in our necking sessions when we were alone together.

Between the gentle but increasingly urgent kisses and the way her fingers teased my body she brought forth reactions I had never imagined. I don't mean that she was able to tease my nipples to hardness or send shivers of pleasure through my body when she caressed my vulva and coaxed tremors of excitement from that most sensitive area of my body. She did those things. But that was only a small part of the magic she worked on my increasingly cooperative body.

Her fingers were equally effective in areas I had never thought of as erogenous zones. She made me shiver when she lightly ran her fingers over my neck, my shoulders, even my arms! Her touch on my stomach made me gasp and when she lightly played her hands over my thighs, moving them closer and closer to my pussy with each slow caress I nearly had an orgasm.

I realized that I was panting. My body was humming from the pleasure. If this woman had as her goal to seduce me it had worked. I was a willing participant now. I loved what she was doing and I wanted it to continue indefinitely.

And then it got better!

She began to kiss her way slowly down my body. Her tongue lightly grazed my over sensitized skin sending messages of pleasure to my lust numbed brain. I was moaning constantly. I couldn't have stopped if I wanted to. But I didn't want to stop.

When her soft, warm lips and her tongue slowly worked their way around my breasts until they reached my nipples I had my first orgasm of the morning.

Somehow my arms ended up around her head and I was pulling her face tight to my immature bosom. I cried out and my body stiffened. I've had orgasms before. I've been having orgasms for two years. But not like this! Never like this!

My hips came up off of the bed and I very nearly told this woman that I loved her! It was about to roll off of my tongue when I caught myself and bit my lower lip to prevent it. I loved what she was doing, though. God I loved what she was doing!

And she wasn't done yet.

She moaned, with her lips still gripping one of my nipples lovingly. I felt the vibrations and I gasped and moaned as if in reply.

As my orgasm passed I slowly loosened my grip on her head and she continued to kiss her way down my stomach. I felt the muscles in my belly ripple in response to her erotic touch. I knew where she was going. I knew what she was going to do. And now I wanted it. I wasn't afraid anymore. I wasn't embarrassed now. I was anxious now to feel her lips and her tongue on my sex.

I have read about and heard girls talking about oral sex. I can remember when I was younger. When I first heard about it and tried to imagine it. I thought it sounded disgusting. I had a good idea of what my pussy looked like and I didn't think it was all that attractive. The idea of a boy, I never imagined a girl doing it, the idea of a boy putting his tongue inside me there was gross.

But lately, when I was kissing Don and his hands were groping me, I wasn't so sure anymore. After a long session making out and getting every bit as turned on as he was I would end up in bed at night, frustrated and horny. My hands would explore my own body in the dark and as I began to slowly do what little I could to relieve the pressure I would imagine what it must feel like to have a boy eat my pussy.

We had talked about the things we wanted to do with each other if we could ever be alone somewhere safe and private. Don had been enthusiastic about his desire to eat me out. His desire to put his mouth there and my own lust had made the idea of oral sex a lot more acceptable.

Now it was about to happen. It was about to happen in a way I had never imagined. It was about to happen with a woman! I was surrendering to a woman who virtually owned me for the next two months, a woman who was more than twice my age and was forcing herself on me. This strange woman was going to be the first person to perform oral sex on me.

And right at that moment I was fine with that. I didn't know how I was going to feel tonight when I got home. But right at that moment I wanted her mouth on my sex. I had no doubts now.

I felt her lips and her tongue getting closer and closer. With her soft hands she gently pressed my legs apart. She continued what she was doing. But as her tongue moved through my patch of sparse, blonde pubic hair she lifted her body over my leg and nestled between my thighs.

I felt a momentary return of the embarrassment I had felt earlier. A woman was about to put her tongue inside of me! She would see right up inside of me!

But then her tongue touched my clit and my mind went blank.

I screamed when her tongue touched me there. I don't mean I cried out passionately. My ass came up off of those silk sheets and I screamed! And I experienced my second orgasm of the afternoon. I came so hard that I thought I would pass out. My orgasm didn't just center on my pussy. It seemed to envelop my entire body. I thought I was begging her not to stop. But there were no words. There were only sounds.

She knew what those sounds meant, though. She moaned lustfully and pressed her lips against my pussy. She was no longer my gentle lover. She attacked me with her mouth and at that moment it was just what I wanted, just what I needed.

I came and I came again, one breathtaking orgasm after another until I finally regained the use of my muscles and gently pushed her face away. I sounded like I was crying when I begged her to stop. I wasn't crying though. I was gasping for breath, I was panting, I was still moaning. But there were certainly no tears!

I finally opened my eyes and looked down to see her smiling up at me and licking her lips as if they were coated with the most delicious substance she had ever tasted. Our eyes met and she spoke for the first time in a very long time. She quietly said, "That was amazing. You are a very sexual young woman. I'm glad. That will make your time here much more bearable."

Her meaning didn't sink in at first. I think that I heard her seductive tone and was soothed by it at first. But then the words began to chip away at the fluffy wall of pleasure that still surrounded my brain and I heard the implied warning. It was like a bucket of cold water thrown in my face.

I was instantly reminded that I was not here for my own pleasure. I was being blackmailed in order to make me come to this home in the country and submit to rape. And despite the incredible sexual pleasure that had just been visited upon me, I had just been raped.

I didn't even know this woman's name! I knew her last name. But it just seems like if you are going to get naked and spend an hour making love on silk sheets you should know the first name of the person who is eating your pussy. Of course, even if I did know her first name I wouldn't dare use it.

She must have seen the chilling effect her words had on me. She sat up and smiled down at me. She ran her fingers lightly through my pubic hair and said, still smiling brightly, "That's right, Lindsey. Would you like me to tell you more of the things that will happen to you while you are here?"

She waited for my answer, so I guess it wasn't a rhetorical question. I thought about it for a moment and decided that it would only make things worse if I knew. I would waste my time worrying about them and it would serve no purpose but to increase my discomfort.

I finally shook my head and said, "No. I think that I would rather not know."

She grinned and said, "Smart girl. Now move over. Let's see what you have learned."

I sat up and moved over. I didn't understand the point. This bed was large enough for a dozen couples to do just about anything that couples like to do in bed. But I wasn't being blackmailed to think.

I waited for Mrs. Porter to lie down and get comfortable and I stretched out beside her. I started to do the things to her that she had just done to me. But I stopped almost immediately and said, "I need to be on the other side."

She waited while I got up and moved around her on my hands and knees. I got back into position and this time I was able to use my right hand. I had just learned that I wasn't very good at caressing someone with my left hand.

I was not as skilled at Mrs. Porter. But I did those things to her that she had done to me. I was surprised that it wasn't as bad as I feared. I even enjoyed parts of it. I kissed and licked and made love to another woman's breasts for the first time and it was fascinating. I think that I understood for the first time, at least partially, why guys like tits so much. They really are exciting and fun to play with. I'm not sure why. But they are.

She relaxed and closed her eyes as soon as I started. Every few minutes she would offer advice on something I should do that I wasn't doing or on how to do something better. I did whatever she asked. It was in my best interest to please her. But I'd be lying if I said I wasn't finding this pleasurable.

I was still nervous about the last thing on the checklist though. Sucking some old broad's tit was one thing. I still had reservations about putting my mouth on another woman's sex organ. I had just been on the receiving end and yes it was very nice. But I had some serious reservations remaining about sticking my tongue in another woman's pussy.

Although I had my doubts, I knew that I was going to do it. I gradually worked my way down to her pussy. She slowly parted her legs and I took that as an invitation. I nestled between her legs and there in my face was a bare, hairless pussy. Hers looked a bit different than mine. Her labia were nearly three-quarters of an inch long. Mine were almost non-existent. I didn't know if that was a function of age or of use or just a natural difference in our bodies.

But different didn't mean bad. I surprised myself when I realized that I thought her pussy was sexy. I wasn't nearly as turned off as I thought I would be. When she parted her legs her pussy had opened slightly. I saw the moisture that her body was producing. I saw the entrance to her vagina. It was my first close-up look at a woman's sex organ and much to my surprise it really wasn't ugly at all!

I leaned my face closer and kissed her pink, swollen vulva. I lifted my face and with my tongue I removed her juices from my lips. There was no taste at all! Encouraged, I leaned down and kissed her a few more times before I began to explore with my tongue.

I was aware of the change in her breathing and the way her body tensed up when my tongue glided through her tight opening. Seeing how much pleasure I was bringing her was turning me on!

I ate her pussy with rapidly increasing enthusiasm and I was nearly as excited as she was when she had her first orgasm at my hands, or I should say my lips. I continued to eat her pussy and she came several more times before she pushed my head away.

But she didn't let me up. She rested my head on her vulva until she calmed down and then she instructed me to eat her some more. We did that three times before she was finally satisfied.

She still didn't let me up. I was glad that we were apparently done. My jaw was so tired I wasn't sure I could talk. But she lay there on her back, resting comfortably and holding my head over her pussy. She ran her hands over my long, blonde hair absently, just relaxing apparently.

It was probably ten minutes before she said, "You are a fast learner. That was very good for a first time. Now get up, dear. I need to use the bathroom."

I sat up and then struggled to my feet. She ordered me not to move from where I was standing. She went into the master bathroom. I glanced at the clock and was a little surprised to see that it was a quarter after three. I didn't know what time the judge got home but it was late enough that I started getting nervous. I wasn't looking forward to seeing him again. He is a cruel man and causing me pain amused him. I was afraid of him, for several very good reasons.

Mrs. Porter came out after what seemed like a long time. She looked me over and said, "Go in and freshen up a little. When the judge gets home he is going to want you all fresh and virginal. He has been looking forward to this all week."

I went into the bathroom and came to a sudden stop. There was marble and glass everywhere. The room was larger than our living room! The walk-in shower was as big as our bathroom at home!

I had to open several doors before I finally found the toilet! It was in a small room next to a bidet. It was the first time I had ever seen a bidet. I realized what it was but I had never seen one before and didn't know how to use it. I used the toilet and then went to the sink and washed my pussy and my face and hands and rinsed my mouth out. I dried off and went back out to the bedroom.

I was incredibly embarrassed now that it was over, or at least it was over for now. I was embarrassed about what I'd done. But more than that, I was embarrassed that I had enjoyed it so much. My day wasn't over yet, though. I still had four hours to go before I could go home. I was sure that there was much more humiliation in store for me.

Mrs. Porter examined me again and then she dabbed a little of her perfume on my body. As she did she said, "Don't get used to it, dear. This perfume is called Number One. It sells for two thousand fifty dollars an ounce. I don't normally waste it on the help. But since this is your first visit I thought we would splurge. It is nice, isn't it?"

I ignored her nasty remark and nodded. It was nice. It was very nice.

This was the fragrance she was wearing. I loved the scent. But the idea of wearing it to please the asshole who raped me on Monday took the pleasure out of wearing such an expensive perfume.

I wanted to ask what time her husband would arrive. But despite everything that we had just done to, or with each other, she was not a very friendly person, at least not with me. As soon as we had gotten out of bed she had become distant. She treated me more like the girl that was being blackmailed and forced to submit to them. She had certainly put me in my place with that remark about being the help.

She glanced at the clock and ordered me to put my clothes back on. She ignored me then and put her own clothes on as if she was all alone in the room.

After we dressed I followed Mrs. Porter back downstairs. We went to a room that was apparently her little office. She sat at the desk and started looking through the mail.

Almost as soon as she sat down a young woman came in to ask if she wanted anything. She asked for a glass of tea. Both women acted as if I wasn't even in the room. I was thirsty, too. But I felt so intimidated that I was too afraid to speak up.