As we lay sweated together after our exertions Sadie murmured "Jack, I swear, you get more adept every time. That was gold star quality."
I gave her an extra squeeze at the elation that gave me. I had just been challenged to give her a massive orgasm or as she put it, "Make me cum out of my mind." And she wanted me to do all the work. So I tried to apply all the elements of touch with fingers and tongue that she had taught me, laced with the subtlety of my movements once I'd entered her. I had been rewarded with a massive heaving of her body as she climaxed, and that was matched by my own vast cumming.
So now we lay enmeshed on the tumbled bed, my head between her superb breasts.
"I promised to tell you how I came to be this way, didn't I?" she said. "Want to hear it now?"
I told her I had been curious to hear her story.
"Not always pretty mind---" And, her voice occasionally shaky, she told me just what had happened to fashion her life.
One of the surprising things was to learn that at the age of eighteen she had had no sexual experience whatsoever. This was down to the rigid (frigid?) upbringing of her parents. Her father was principal of the local college which Sadie attended and frequently declared he knew exactly what was on the minds of most boys and she should have nothing to do with them. Her mother, a church organist, was even more severe in her warnings. Any mention of sex---or love for that matter---was instantly suppressed in their household. Her mother made sure that she always dressed in the plainest of clothes, abhored make-up, and ensured her breasts were encased in the most unrevealing bra. Sadie would later wonder how she'd ever been conceived. It seemed it must have been the chance of a rare event.
Of course, Sadie's strict parents made it very difficult for her with other girls at school. She knew they talked about her behind her back and she'd heard that some of the boys called her 'Sadie the sad virgin." Sad was right. She knew she was missing something in life. She'd heard other girls talking about their exploits with men and had been horrified hearing about an erect penis, what it looked like and what it could do. On the rare occasions her own fingers had strayed to her nether regions, sheer guilt had made her shy away from the momentary sensations of pleasure.
Then came that sunny Sunday afternoon when she was permitted to take her customary stroll through the local park. Dressed in a plain white blouse and button up black flared skirt she was warned before leaving the house not to consort with any boys.
Strolling by the lake she was struck, not for the first time, by the sight of young couples clutching each other as they walked. Park benches would have couples kissing, or just gazing into each other's eyes. What was she missing?
The thought of how she would ever have a boy friend was broken by a deep voice behind her. "Excuse me, but do you have the time?" Startled, she turned to find herself looking up into a darkly handsome face. But this wouldn't be talking to a boy. This was a man. Mid twenties, Sadie guessed. Tall and quite obviously well proportioned, in his white shirt and black pants. Sadie felt an unfamiliar tremor deep inside, but she managed to tell him that it was ten minutes after two.
"Thank you," he said, then he smiled and added, in a rich brown voice,"I see we wear the same colours." Then he was walking away leaving Sadie reflecting on her chances of ever seeing him again. If only she could have known!
A couple of circles of the lake, watching young lovers and kids fishing she turned towards the main gate. Rounding the corner of the gate pillar she collided with someone coming the other way. Her knee banged on something and she staggered back, only to be held by a pair of strong hands. Shaken, her breath caught in her throat when she saw it was the man from the park.
"I'm terribly sorry. So clumsy of me. Are you all right?"
Basically she was unhurt, simply confused by the man's sudden reappearance.
"Here, let me walk with you a short way. Make sure you're okay."
And her weak protests were lost as he took her elbow and walked with her alongside the park wall. There were one or two cars parked along the sidewalk and, then, as they passed a large black van, its rear door suddenly shot open. The hand holding her elbow turned her quickly in that direction. Before she could work out what was happening, she was lifted off her feet and hands were reaching for her from the dark interior of the van.
"Hurry," a voice urged. She was about to open her mouth in protest as she was dragged into the rear of the van when a heavy hand covered it. Her heart pounding in terror at the suddenness of it all, she heard the voice of the man who'd brought her to this say, "Careful, Max, don't hurt her. Nobody gets hurt." Then a strange smelling cloth replaced the hand over her mouth and dizzying fumes filled her head and then she felt nothing.
She came to her senses only slowly. There were voices and at first she thought she was in her own bed, only the sheet she lay on felt too silky. She tried to move her hand to feel the texture. That's when she found her hands unable to move. They were tied above her head, and when she tried to move her feet they too were tethered so that her legs were humiliatingly spread. That brought her awake quickly. "Ah, here she comes," a male voice growled. "Let's get started."
"Stop your rush, Max." Sadie found herself looking up at the man from the park, and she began remembering, and with it the fear kicked in.
"Please, let me go," she said weakly. The one she'd heard called Max growled, "Could have had her stripped ready. Let's get it on here." He was the only pot bellied one, his face unshaven, dark and heavy.
"Ease up, Max. Plenty of time. Gently does it." This was a tall slender black man, who was smiling down at her.
"That's the idea, Jaz." The man from the park said. God, in spite of her fear Sadie found him so very handsome. He stood over her now and his voice was gentle. "Try not to be scared. We are here to give and take pleasure. We have no wish to hurt you."
