How was I to know that he was a marked man? To me, he was another big cock that might make me come with a man at last.
Ah, sex. Damn you, sex, I vehemently thought. "Hey, you all right?" the woman who had liberated me from the shed asked concernedly. "You're shaking like a leaf."
She was right. I felt like a quivering ball of Jello. But, despite my chill, sweat was pouring from my naked body.
"Here, let me get you a blanket," she said, and then left the room to find one.
I could feel try rump resting against the prickliness of a cheap rug, my back against a wall. I guessed I was propped up in a corner of the main hideout.
"Here you go," she said on her return, placing a warm woolen blanket over my shaking shoulders.
Mentally, I profusely thanked her. I couldn't help wondering what she looked like. Young or old? Fat or thin? Attractive?
"I guess it wasn't easy," she said, "being out there all night with no clothes on, wallowing in your own pee and shit. Sometimes the boys just don't have any manners."
Gradually I stopped trembling within the security of the blanket. As I calmed down, I started to become aware of how dirty and scummy my body was. All of a sudden I loathed myself. Stark fear had vanished but it had given way to degradation.
"I think you need a bath," she read my mind.
She reached down and opened the blanket inspecting the filth of my nakedness with her caressing fingertips. Her touch was so gentle it made me tingle in the midst of so much sordidness.
"Oh, yes, you really do," she giggled. "You smell just like a sewer."
And then, miraculously, she was freeing my wrists and ankles. Then the tape from my mouth. "Sorry," she apologized, "this is gonna sting your lips like the devil, but there's no other way to do it." As I yowled my first sound in hours from the painful accuracy of her prediction, only my blindfold remained as a symbol of my bondage.
That, as my benign guard quickly explained, had to stay on. "You get a good look at us and we're fucked, let's face it," she matter-of-factly explained. Then she wistfully added: "No matter how pretty you are."
It was absurd, but I felt deeply flattered that she admired my body. A sort of a glow lifted me to my feet efficiently and securely when I should have been wobbling after so long in bondage.
"Very good," she clapped. "I was sure you'd fall on your ass on your first try at standing. I must say that your body really works for you."
With a new dose of approval making me tingle, I was easily led across the room, down a hall, and into something which I guessed was the bathroom. "Here, I'll help you into the tub," she confirmed my judgment.
Taking me by the shoulders, she gently brought me to the edge of the tub, making sure my leg rubbed against it so I'd know where I was. "Just step over to your left," she counseled. The successful maneuver found me with one foot in the tub and one, several inches away, on the floor.
"Myyyyy," she crooned, "you're hung."
That was what they always said to guys. But suddenly it occurred to me that she was talking about my cunt.
"Are your pussy lips always this big, or are they swollen?" she asked as she lightly fingered my labia.
I had no way of knowing. Her unexpected touch was so exciting that I temporarily lost all my sense of proportion. Turgid with sudden arousal, the petals of my twat seemed like velvet pillows.
As she continued to rub my cunt, she leaned over and turned on the water. Slowly I could feel it warmly ascending up my leg in the tub.
"Are you about ready for your bath?" she asked, still stroking.
"Mrnmmmmmm," I murmured, still not sure of my power to speak even though the gag was off.
"Then put your other foot over the side and step over," she said. "When your pussy hits the water it'll feel divine."
However, I didn't move. She was obviously surprised by my reluctance, and asked what was wrong.
"I want you to go in with me!" I blurted my first complete sentence since my kidnapping. "After all that's happened, your touch is the only thing that calms me down. I'd feel better if I could feel your body."
"Why not?" she replied after a thoughtful pause. "Everybody else is in town, why shouldn't little Emma have some fun?"
"Emma? Is that your name?"
"Emma, are you young or old?" I excitedly gargled. "Are you… you… attractive?"
"Find out for yourself," she said through a quick unzippering. In a moment she was slipping down in the tub with me, and saucily advising: "Let your fingers do the walking."
Blindly reaching out, I groped for her breasts. As our thighs rubbed together underwater, I found them.
They were small but hard. They seemed like the tits of a young woman. Excitedly, I found her nipples. They were sticking out like miniature hard-ons. When I tweaked them, she squealed with delight.
"I love your breasts," I verbalized the obvious.
"Then lean forward and suck them," she panted with excitement.
Ducking my head to my shoulder, I followed the path of my arms down to Emma's tits. Once there, I squeezed them together and sucked both nipples at once.
While this was happening, my keeper started to rub my body with soap. Even though she was writhing and squealing from my oral caresses, she was still efficient enough to cover me with lather. The effect was that the more I sucked her tits, the cleaner I felt.
The water had been turned off so that its level was up to about our waists. It seemed to give us a buoyancy to maneuver we would not have ordinarily had in such a constricted space. We began to take full advantage of it.
No longer satisfied with merely mouthing her tits, I literally crawled up Emma's body, sensing her full nakedness for the first time. She was all lithe sinew and curves, without an ounce of fat on her. I guessed she wasn't over eighteen.
Estimating the location of her mouth, I successfully penetrated with my tongue and began a deep soul kiss. Underwater, my knee shot up into her crotch and rubbed her cunt.
Embracing me, Emma continued to lather my body. I felt like a naked woman who had popped out of a real birthday cake.
Eventually the foam was so thick that my body slipped against Emma's. Gradually my knee fell out of her crotch, as my hips replaced it. Soon the points of our pelvises were scraping.
"Rub your pussy against mine," Emma broke our kiss to fervently plead. "I can't wait to feel those big lips against my cunt."
Even though in my sheltered life I had never made love to another woman, I knew exactly what to do. Some basic instinct had taken over.
"Oooooooh, that's it," Emma moaned as I squirmed my cunt into the lower crux of her spread thighs. "Your pussy is so hot it's going to make the water boil."
I could only reply with a murmur of delight. The humid feel of her hairy snatch, sticky even under water, had tied my tongue into knots.
"Now fuck me," Emma directed beneath me. "Move your hips like you were a guy fucking me – our cunts will do the rest."
My murmuring changing to grunting, I began obediently pumping my loins between her spread thighs. Almost from the beginning, sparks seemed to fly from the incredible friction of our chafing twats.
"Fuck me harder, harder!" Emma implored. "Make me come with your hot cunt!"
I was so horny that it didn't seem odd to me that I was ramming another woman with my pussy. I might as well have had a hard-on up her slit the way I was humping her.
Even though I was blindfolded, for the first time I got the male's point of view in lovemaking. No wonder it was so easy for a guy to come – on top he was the master of all he surveyed. There was no need for self-doubt when you were in charge.
Throughout my marriage and all my affairs, I was always the one on the bottom pleading to be fucked harder and harder. Now that I was on top for the first time, I reveled in being begged by the person pinned beneath me to do the obvious.