Christine pulled against the leather straps that held her arms spread apart. They weren`t
so tight they cut into her skin, but they were tight enough to be uncomfortable. She was
still blindfolded and gagged. She had been grateful when someone came in to untie her arms
from behind her back and free her ankles, but then they tied her wrists to the posts of
the bed and locked what felt like a bar between her ankles, which kept her legs spread
wide.

Julianna seemed compassionate when she told her of her concern because she was a virgin,
and that made her feel relieved, but at that moment she wasn`t sure what that meant.
Someone had their head between her legs and was licking her pussy, driving her out of her
mind. If she had known that people did things that felt this good when they had sex, she
would have given up her virginity long ago.

The guy, she figured it was a guy because his rough whiskers brushed the inside of her
thigh, kept licking a particular spot in her pussy that sent shock waves shooting through
her like intense jolts of electricity that fed right to the pleasure center of her brain.

Out of simple curiosity, Christine had researched the female orgasm, but all of it was so
clinical. Nothing she read ever gave her the idea that any of it would feel so good. She
had even tried many times to give herself an orgasm using all the techniques she had read,
all without success.

The waves that shook her body doubled their intensity and continued to grow. Her moans
grew louder, despite the gag in her mouth, her thrashing grew wilder, despite the ropes
that held her down, and suddenly she was experiencing her first orgasm. It washed through
her body like a violent flood of water, crashing over her again and again. It was a very
liberating experience.

She lay writhing in the glow of the orgasm. Her chest was heaving as she tried to catch
her breath. The gag only restricted her breathing.

The mouth had left her crotch. She could feel the cool air on her wet private parts. It
was an unusual sensation. The bed was rocking and shifting as the guy moved between her
bent legs. She felt his hands around her thighs and felt his muscular body squeezing
through the hole made by her legs and the bar.

Christine caught his musky scent again wafting up to her nose. She had first smelled it
when he approached the bed, a strong, musky man smell. She could distinguish it from her
own smell, an odor she had become familiar with on her fingers from her futile attempts at
masturbation. He must have done something right, she thought, because she could smell it
in the air. It had never been that strong before.

She knew what was going to happen to her. She wondered if she was really ready for it,
like she had convinced herself to believe she was for so many years. Only now, as the
moment approached, she couldn`t remember why she thought she had to wait for the right
man, or that it was such a special event that her virginity had to be treasured instead of
enjoyed.

Suddenly it touched her and she gasped. She immediately knew what the warm object was
laying across her pubic mound and her flat belly. She only wished she could see it and
touch it. A man`s penis was still a mystery to her. The sex manuals did little to inform
her of how it looked or what it did. She knew in great depth how they worked, but was at a
total loss as to how it felt when erect. And now, here she was with one so close to her,
and she was not allowed to examine it.

The guy`s hands came up her sides and went over her tits. Christine squirmed. She was
anxious to feel him put his penis inside her. His hands felt good on her body and he was
driving her wild.

His fingers peeled off the flimsy lace bra. Christine sighed. Her hips were churning. The
bar had her legs locked around him like a boa constrictor. His thumbs rubbed her tingling
nipples, sending more jolts through her slender body. She squirmed more.

His hands left her chest. She felt them again on her pussy, spreading her labia. She knew
this was it, the moment she had waited for all her life, since the day she had witnessed
her sister performing the same act with her boyfriend when they were both just kids. All
her longing and desire passed in a moment when she felt the head of the stranger`s penis
pushing past her wet lips. She felt such excitement swelling up inside her she wanted to
scream.

Then, without warning, she felt a sharp pain from inside her and did scream. Immediately,
she was filled with fear that he had done some sort of damage to her delicate insides, yet
he kept pushing it inside her. The pain increased. Was he crazy? He was going to kill her.
She squeezed her eyes shut and grimaced, biting into the red plastic ball stuffed into her
mouth. A tear from the corner of her eye soaked into the black fabric of the blindfold.
She turned her head to try to get away from the onslaught, but it was no use. The penis
she had desired for so long just kept coming, pushing harder and harder.

It seemed to be caught up on something, like it had gone as deep as it could. He pushed
even harder. Christine screamed again. She tried to get him to stop, but could do nothing.
Finally, the resistance gave way and he sunk into her deeper than she thought anything
could ever go.

Christine had been concentrating on the horror of her situation so much that she failed
to notice the pain gradually fading away. She stopped being so caught up in her plight and
concentrated on the changing sensations in her groin. The pain was gone completely. In
it`s place was a new feeling of being filled, combined with the strange sensation created
by the friction of the shaft sliding in and out of her body. It finally occurred to her
that she was being fucked, and she liked it.