But when Terry made his next attempt to please her, she gave in without hesitation.
"Oh, Pal!" he said, somehow aware in his youthful wisdom of her fears. "I won't do anything to you that's not right. I only want to show you somehow that you're… that… I mean I want to do something to show how I feel about you."
The precocity of his honest mind and the purity of his intent led him to an unbelievably brilliant, though dangerous, move. But the genuine love that gave his speech sincerity was also great enough to see him through the crisis it created.
"I wouldn't want to do anything to spoil your future, Pal. And anyway, I don't think it's right to… you know… to do what you do when you're married… unless you are married. But I so want to show you how I worship you, Pal… please let me do what I can, and I promise you I won't get you into any trouble."
She could only sit there on the smooth pebbles of the path that ran down the aisle of the greenhouse, and look at him with her china-blue eyes opened wide, then close them, and wet her lips as he leaned closer to her.
When his kiss was too long in reaching her lips or breast, she started to open her eyes again. At that moment, she felt his lips on her knee, and he kissed her with wet warmth all over the knees, the thighs, and the little patch of belly that gleamed through the clever latticework of her sunsuit.
Then he returned to her thighs, and those lean but rounded pillars of girl-flesh, excitingly substantial, but not large enough to fill the leg-opening of the hand-me-down garment, became covered with his kissings, lickings and suckings.
His tongue slipped under the hem at the crotch, and she felt the hot searching of his adoring tongue creep along the newly appeared silken feathers which covered her creamy private mound. When the warm tip traveled the full length of her tight slit, she had unaccountably spread her legs and accepted his tribute with a rising hot passion that began to consume her.
When she felt the juices flowing from her, she thought it was Terry's saliva, and blessed it as an anointment of his eager adoration. Her hips moved of themselves, bringing her swollen mound of sex up to meet his hungry mouth. Her slit was now parted by Terry's fingers, which had slipped up to hold aside the interfering fabric, then remained to open her virgin blossom for his tribute.
A high-voltage orgasm tore through her – her very first. It frightened her for a split-second, but the feeling was so ecstatically voluptuous that she abandoned herself to whatever might follow.
Then she realized that Terry was sucking at her passage, and he stopped briefly, lifting his mouth clear long enough to whisper something that started her on her next climb to the clouds.
"Pal, you dear! I just wanted to make you feel worshipped, but that sweetness pouring out of you… it's a gift from your dear body just for me! Thank you, Pal… I love you so much!" Then he was back at her tender pussy, eating and drinking at her virginal cunt until she again was completed – this time with even greater force.
Terry withdrew from her and sat in the gravel, gasping for air. Pal forced herself to sit up and face him. She was surprised to find that she felt no embarrassment. Terry's green eyes looked his adoration at her, and he wore a wishful smile, as if begging her to tell him that she had fully appreciated his worship.
"Oh, Terry! You do love me very much. And I love you, too!" She embraced him, hugging him so tightly that the metal button on one of his overall straps made a fierce ache in her tender breast. "Terry, my darling! Can we hope to get married some day – when we get away from here?"
She felt the tears on her cheek for several seconds before she realized they were Terry's. She drew back and watched as more of them welled up and ran down his face. And he told her that he had been adopted. That they were coming for him the next day.
"Oh, Terry! I can't lose you, now!" she wailed softly. Then she moved as if someone else was controlling her actions. To her amazement, she found that she was pulling his straps down over his shoulders, sliding the overalls down over his hips, then entering his undergarment opening with searching fingers.
When her head plunged to his lap, she had the rigid young shaft of his manhood awaiting her lips. She kissed it while the tears from her own eyes bathed his clothing.
There was no deliberation or awareness as she took the warm flesh into her mouth and worked at it hungrily. There was only the sudden surprise as what she thought to be a rather large and dear thing became pulsingly larger, and then a surging, splashing flow of hot fluid was filling her mouth.
It was Terry's gift to her, and she swallowed it gratefully, until this hurtful maiden flow of the boy made him too tender for her to continue.
"That was… your birth… day gift to… me, Terry," she panted. And as he watched her lick the solitary thread of white stickiness from her lips, his heart filled to overflowing.
He embraced her firmly, and then kissed her with fierce tenderness.
"I'll find you again, Pal," he promised. "No matter where they take me or where you go, I'll find you."
"Yes, Terry," she agreed, sobbing. "And I'll stay a virgin until you come for me. I belong to you now, Terry, and you belong to me."
Their childhood affection and faith were strong medicines. Pal needed something strong to help her get through the days and months and years after Terry left.
And it must have been that promise that made her stubbornly remain a virgin all these years. She still hoped that Terry would find her, and…
"Oh, my God! I'm not fit for Terry now! After the things I've done. How could he forgive me?"
She cried herself to sleep.
CHAPTER TEN
When Paul took her down the hall for the fifth bout of sexual gymnastics, Pal tried to harden herself against the activities she knew must soon take place. If she could only hang on to the hope of escape – keep a small portion of her sanity and her desire to live in a back corner of her mind – then when an opportunity presented itself, she might be able to get away.
She didn't know if she could ever cleanse her mind and body of the degrading effects, but if there was a small chance, she was going to fight for it. She kept remembering the depths of Terry Monahan's love for her. He was now fresh in her mind as he hadn't been for quite a long time.
With a love like that, even though she had been forced into the unspeakable things she had done, there might be forgiveness. And if there was forgiveness if Terry found her, or if she ever could find Terry and confess, then obtain his forgiveness – certainly there was hope for a happier future.
"Inside, wench!" said Paul, as he shoved her ripe body through the doorway to the hateful room. She stumbled on the thick carpet and had to run for a few steps to stay on her feet.
Paul was feeling overly confident today, Pal observed. He was not wearing his leather costume or carrying his whip. Like her, he was bare from neck to toes.
When the door closed behind them, Paul put his foot out and then shoved Pal, so that she tumbled to the carpet on her buttocks. He went down on his hands and knees beside her, and started to play with her breasts.
The creamy fullnesses were ripely rounded and proudly lifted by her healthy muscles. When he toyed with the pink centers of the juicily full mounds, her nipples erected almost immediately. There was nothing she could do about this automatic reaction, so she let him twiddle the fruity sponges with his fingers, then suck at their soft succulence while vibrating their tipmost surfaces with his unbelievably rapid tongue action.
The invisible nerve cables that tied her ripe, virginal mammary glands to the network of nerves around her female genital organs came alive with a startling tug. The excitement generated at her nipples was transferred to her loins as swiftly as the running flame of a brush fire.