Again, he lowered his almost naked body on top of hers; drawing back the waistband of his shorts so that the length of his dick soared out from its encasement. Terri was still wearing her own panties, but they were now in such a state of disorder that she might have been completely naked for all the use they were to her.
Don quickly stripped them down the girl's legs, using his foot to thrust the skimpy bundle of silk over her ankles. Blissfully, she let him do whatever he wished; spreading her beautifully white thighs so that her open hole was fully exposed to the man's erection.
He fondled her legs, taking his time over the caress so that every inch of Terri's supple limbs was given a massage by his expert hands. . . .
Everybody in the room was naked. There were men, women, and even girls, if anyone wanted to insist that twenty-one was still the age at which legal or social maturity began. A full-bodied young redhead performed a wildly erotic dance in the middle of the floor of the huge living room in the Long Island mansion. A majority of the group seemed to be quite wrapped up in her performance. Yet, there were a few couples and trios who were too preoccupied with their own forms of more personal eroticism.
"I feel dizzy," Terri Foster said, but she tried desperately to keep her eyes focused on the dancing redhead.
"Leave the whiskey alone for a while, Doris Tarleton suggested, nakedly embracing the beautiful young blonde and licking her nipples. "Here ... let's pinch clits while we watch Myrna dance. I think I'm going to . . ."
"Good evening, fair ladies!" Tommy Stafford, the top-rated TV talk show host, eased his bulky, but not fat, body at the side of the younger, more charming and sexually notorious Terri Foster. "There's nothing that makes my cock rise faster than to see you two beauties together. Go ahead, Doris. Keep sucking her tit. Ill suck this one over here."
"It feels good. You both feel good," the voluptuous young Terri admitted with a sigh. "I wish I could have five naked bodies working on me while I watch Myrna dance. Oh, look at the way she tortures herself! Both hands tearing her desperate cunt right apart! She must be mad for relief. Oh ... it make me dizzy. I feel funny. I ... I feel like something's going to happen tonight. I'm afraid, scared. I know it sounds foolish, but the tension. Doris? Will it happen now ... or will I have to wait all night for it to suddenly spring at me?"
"Lay off the grass, baby," Tommy suggested, snatching the roach from her hand and grinding it out in an ash tray. "The pace you live at should make you dizzy. But take it easy now. Let's watch Myrna sex herself some more. Then ... if Doris doesn't mind, I have a big, hard prick in my hand that would like to go into that hot hole with all the gooey juice in it. I don't mind seconds, baby. How many cocks have you had tonight? Two? Three?"
"She's too bemused by Myrna's sex dance, I think," the dykish but attractive Doris told Tommy, reaching across the lap of her favorite femme to grasp the famous TV personality's penis and massage it gently. "And I've invited two delightfully sexy International airline stewardesses to join us as soon as they get off their flight. One's a delicious German girl. Terri will be pretty well occupied, I'm afraid."
"Yeah?" Tommy Stafford was quite a braggart, and he could never resign himself to the idea that any female would turn down his lovemaking in preference to the company of another female. He delighted in threesomes with two girls, and was fascinated when he observed two women making love. But he could never understand why any sexy female would turn down his lovemaking.
Terri, the outstandingly beautiful and successful young
"sex-look" fashion designer, was in another world. She was deeply troubled, but, nevertheless, responded with sighs and soft moans to the handling of her body by Tommy and Doris. Her eyes left the gyrating, sexually hysterical Myrna for a moment. They shifted around the room, still in focus enough to make out the faces of a few friends, and fellow orgy lovers, in the dimly lighted surroundings. There were Jack and Carole, switched with another couple. Don Glenn, another very well-known tr personality, was going down on a teenage swimwear model instead of watching the dance.
A bizarre smile crossed Terri's face as she observed the actor's mouth slavishly licking away at the open pussy of the highly sexed young girl. Terri had been with both of them, but not at the same time. She wondered if Don had tied her up and beaten her yet ... and, if the teenager had scratched her fingernails over his buttocks until blood was drawn, kicked his sides and stomach and made him cry.
There were other familiar faces in the crowd, of course, and Terri had already been with two of the men and one of the women, in addition to Doris. With those memories going through her dreamy mind, Terri concentrated her look upon Myrna, still engaged in her frantic, corybantic sex dance. It was especially stimulating to watch the girl because less than a half hour before, Terri had been doing just about everything possible that two woman could do, and her partner had been Myrna.
The sexually potent redhead in the middle of the floor had been clawing wildly at her own cunt, in a strangely weird tempo that synchronized with the rhythm of the jungle-type music pouring from a set of stereo speakers surrounding the walls of the room. Myrna called out in wild screams, "Ah-ah! Oh-Oh! Fuck me! I have to have it! Eat me! Suck Me! Rape me! Ah-ah! Argh-gha!"
And then her despairing voice would give way to incoherent shrieks and mumbles. Saliva would drool from her mouth, occasionally splatting on the tempestuous hands that probed at her splendidly, red-haired pussy. The ringers of both hands were stuffed into her secreting vulva, and it was clear that they were each working at some sensitive spot of her inner flesh.
Myrna was a fantastically erotic woman, even when fully dressed and in quite "proper" surroundings. She was twenty-five years old, married to a British film director, who featured her in many of his movies for the American market, and was a totally sexual being both physically and in personality.
The tempting redhead was about five-foot-four and weighed 133 pounds, but every inch of it was firm and smooth. Her measurements, as Terri and almost all of the group knew, were 38D-25-38. Her huge breasts were built close to her body and the swollen nipples (which she kept in a constant state of excitement by pinching them, even through her brassiere and in fairly public places) were an inflamed red that almost matched the color of her long red hair that she flipped over her shoulder, then back to cover a breast during her wild dance.
"Tommy!" Terri begged breathlessly to the handsome, curly headed blonde TV personality at her left. "Tommy ... put your hand in my cunt, too. I want to feel as crazy as Myrna does. That ... that's it. Pull and scratch from that side, like Doris is doing from the right. Oh! Oh, that's good, Tommy. I'll let you ... eat me later."
"You better," he whispered, still able to maintain his professional sense of humor, "I've saved you for dessert."
"Ya! Ya ha! Yow! Fuck!" the erotically tortured nympho Myrna screamed, slapping loudly each of her big rounded buttocks and making them jiggle wildly to the delight of the impassioned spectators. "The rope! The rope! Get the rope, Ward!"
Her husband, a slim and hairy man wearing a giant erection and nothing more, produced a coil of very heavy hemp rope from a closet and nudged his way through to the inside of the circle of viewers. He looked past Myrna and spotted Don Glenn, who acknowledged his gesture. Ward then tossed one end of the two inch thick rope to him.
"Eat me now, Tommy," Terri whispered, moving both his and Doris' hands from her cunt. "Eat me hard, Tommy ... like you're chewing a piece of tough liver. Eat my lips ... the ones inside. ... "
In the middle of the floor, Myrna had straddled the rope that was now held taut by her husband and Don. It bit into her open pussy and the lips actually closed around the rough, hemp, docking rope. The two men began to pull back and forth with all their might, torturously rubbing the rope through her open and raw sex parts at least two feet at a time!
"I'm afraid I couldn't take that," Terri commented, looking down to see the TV host slavishly licking her pussy dry of its copious secretions and holding Doris' head to her breast. "Tommy ... you can nibble on my clit a little harder though. You're nice and gentle ... too nice and gentle."
"Bitch!" Doris mumbled loudly, then sucked Tern's nipple between her teeth and bore down until the younger girl screamed. "I'm going to have you all alone again, and very soon, Terri. I want you too badly for myself."
"You seem to enjoy yourself at the parties," Terri remarked after the pain in her nipple had eased. "After all, these two sexy young stewardesses have been your lovers too. And so many others."
"But I like to have a few little private sessions with you, darling."
Terri almost ignored Doris as she was rapidly building up to another orgasm from Tommy's expert sucking and licking of her pussy. She looked down at his husky body sprawled on the floor so uncomfortably, just so that he could be in the best position to suck and eat her. What was it, Terri tried to recall, that Doris had once said about Tommy? Among the more sophisticated and swinging sex groups, he was known as the best and most eager "eater" there was. He was not necessarily homosexual, but he sucked some of the men's pricks when the women ganged up against him and refused him, just so they could watch him do a man.
And then, Terri remembered what Doris had said, "I think Tommy could have an orgasm from licking and sucking on doorknobs, if he'd ever try it." And perhaps he could, but it would be a lucky doorknob, Terri mused. Then she closed her thighs rather cruelly, holding his head vise-like and pushing it farther into her insatiable crotch.
Terri was becoming delirious with passion, demanding more and more orgasms until she would hit the "peak" climax that was still never quite enough. In thinking over her former statement, she told herself that she was wrong. Terri could easily enjoy the strong, rough, thick hemp rope being dragged back and forth with upward pressure between her legs.
Her eyes were still highly stimulated by viewing Myrna as the rope kept biting through her crotch. The redheaded nympho then grasped the rope just in front of her pussy, and leaned backwards. Her big breasts moved and jiggled, but with such a quality of shimmering firmness that Terri gasped with the desire to be able to suck them and fondle them at that very moment. As Tommy's tongue continued its ceaseless licking inside her vulva, his head trapped, a new idea occurred to Terri.
"Doris ... Doris!" she panted to the woman who was sucking her right tit so enthusiastically. "Suck Tommy's cock, Doris! Look ... the poor boy's going to jack himself off unless you do."
"Yes," Doris replied, letting Terri's swollen nipple fall from her sensual lips, as she looked up into the girl's face with a knowing smile. "Yes, darling. I'll suck it off. And I know you want to watch too, Terri."
"And you know what else I want, Doris," Terri said with a sigh as she watched Myrna's latest maneuver.
"Yes ... I'll do that, too," Doris assured her, then licked her way down Terri's and Tommy's bodies until she could turn his hips sideways and take the throbbing cock in her mouth.
After Myrna had grasped the rope in front of her with one hand, she reached back to separate completely the two huge globes of her ass, which had a shimmy motion not unlike that of her fleshy breasts. She then put both hands on the rope in front of her, but did not disturb it's movement, using the slack of her arms to let it continue its back and forth trip through her crotch.
But she also leaned backward now so that the rope was rubbing painfully across her ass crease and her puff-lipped anus, which Terri had previously discovered to be one of the most erogenous areas of her exciting body. Myrna tensed and screamed at the new sensations, which produced a complementary desire in Terri.
"Tommy! My ass-hole! My ass!" the young fashion designer cried out, adding, "Doris! Move up closer ... over toward me. I want your ass!'
like a virtual slave, Tommy immediately brought his right hand under Terri's churning buttocks. Using his thumb and fingers, he pried the firm cheeks apart and searched out the little rimmed hole with his index finger. Perspiration provided all the lubrication needed for him to slip one (and then two) fingers deeply into Terri's anus.
The simultaneous cry of joy from Terri and the sensation of Doris' liquid lips closing over his throbbing cock and taking it suckingly into her mouth, was almost enough to make him explode in orgasm. But the husky TV star slowed his movements and thought intensely about the sad day that he attended his maternal grandmother's funeral, and he managed to keep from "blowing it."
Terri looked at Doris' taut and sleekly rounded buttocks that pushed toward her hips at her right side. The globes were smaller than Myrna's or those of many other females she had known sexually, but their shape had a certain intimate preciousness of its own. As she watched Myrna continue and saw the rope glisten with the secretions from her super-stimulated crotch, Terri smoothed her hands across Doris' buttocks and reveled in the incessant licking of her clit and inner lips by the insatiable Tommy.
She wanted to reach a zenith of excitement tonight, to literally drive out the ominous feelings that had been so illogically haunting her. And, Terri realized, Jack was right when he told her that she paced her life too fast, drinking and using marijuana, LSD, hashish. If she could cease the craving for the high of escape that drugs and liquor gave her, life would be so much more enjoyable, she thought. Sexual experiences? Terri could never give up her excessive sexual behavior. But without the drugs, the liquor ... would the sought-after orgasms be as intense? Would they be more intense and satisfying? Or, as a psychologist lover she once had told her, did she really need the drugs and liquor to let herself go?
It seemed almost like the question of "Which came first? The chicken or the egg?" And Terri fought to keep the disturbing thoughts out of her mind and to concentrate on the thrills of the flesh that were, in truth, affecting all of her senses. The sense of touch was the most important, of course, with her clit and inner lips being expertly tongued and lipped by Tommy as she dug her fingers down between the cheeks of Doris' ass and titillated the woman's juicy slit, then penetrated her tight anus again.
The sense of seeing was also adequately taken care of by her being able to watch Tommy and Doris, particularly the wild sucking of the hefty man's cock. Then too, the unfinished madness of Myrna's nymphomaniac demonstration as she screamed and cried in orgasm with the rope digging into her cunt and ass-hole, was an experience in itself ... just to be able to see it.
The sense of hearing provided a more subtle, but necessary complement to everything else. The loud sucking noises that Doris insisted upon when eating a cock, the equally sensual "slurps" of Tommy's tongue in her crotch, the orgasmic gasps and hedonistic sighs all around the spinning room-these too added to the zenith of stimulation that Terri craved.
For the moment, the sense of taste was only a savory memory, but there was that lingering essence on Terri's tongue, and the promise of more crotches, both male and female that she would taste before the night was over. Male ejaculate tasted wonderful to Terri. But the promise of sucking the cunts of two lovely and young airline stewardesses, psyched her idea of the taste. Terri did like to suck out the female secretions of a sexually healthy girl or woman and welcome it like nectar of the gods.
Smell? That is the fifth sense, and all Terri needed do was to inhale deeply. The smell, the stimulatingly erotic odor of the crotches, mouths and other secreting and perspiring erogenous zones of everyone around her aroused her nostrils! She inhaled deeply and tried to imagine the act that went along with each odor. There was the pungent aroma of unwashed and overused pussy. There was the slightly salty fume of male ejaculate that teased her to want to taste and swallow. Terri was in the process of achieving total fulfillment! But, as with Myrna, who still screamed and cried as the hemp rope gouged into her most sensitive sex parts, was it enough?
"Ah-ah! Ag-ha!" Myrna screamed so loudly that her voice almost silenced the room immediately. She was suddenly helping the men by thrusting the big rope faster and faster through her tortured cunt. Terri and the others gasped, one young girl screamed. There was blood on the rope! "Com ... ing! Ya-ah! Oh, fuck! I'm ... coming! Thank God. At last! No ... don't stop ... just a few more ... rubs...."
The masochistically exhibitionistic climax of the redheaded nymphomaniac sent shudders through most of the crowd. Although many would never dream of actually craving such punishment themselves or, conversely, hurting someone else, they could receive a detached thrill from watching it. They could equate with Myrna and Ward or Don to a certain degree and receive an emphatic sensation that, along with their own activities of the moment, forced them to orgasm.
These were not normal people in the sense of their sexual desires and performances being socially acceptable. Their demands were far more excessive, variant, and even highly perverted, than those of the average. They had come to this gathering-as they had gone to many more, and would continue to attend others in the future-because they were the new breed of swingers-orgiasts, bisexuals, homosexuals, and oral and anal erotics, nymphomaniacs and satyrs. Their erotic excesses, in many instances, were their very raison d'etre!
As Myrna's screeching orgasm still echoed around the big room, Terri pressed her hips tightly to Doris', then used her right hand to squash her lovely ass-cheeks together until the cleavage looked almost like two ripe melons in some giant vise that was tightening them together. But quickly, she slipped her fingers between that cleavage, as the release of her hand caused the orbs to suddenly reshape themselves into round fullness, and sought out Doris' sensitive clit.
In addition to just the tip of her finger, Terri used her long nail to scratch and claw at the vital dot, thus creating such an orgasm within the oversexed Doris that she sucked faster and more vigorously on Tommy's pulsing cock, as the man concentrated his stiffened tongue tip's incessant friction against Terri's tough little clit. At the same time, he received a great deal of lasting relief and pleasure by the way Doris kept her mouth on his cock as he let go vigorously with his heavy load of come. She ceased her back and forth movements, merely sucking and letting her mouth fill with the gooey cream until the young man's cock was literally swimming in its own juices.
Terri pushed her pelvis farther down and surrounded his head with her thighs once more, and managed a very sensual up and down movement of her ass. Her fingers remained in Doris' slot, deep beneath the crease of her buttocks, until she could sense that Tommy had drained his balls in the woman's mouth. Then she brought her hand upward, letting her fingers play along the slot of Doris' cunt, across the short bit of flesh underneath, and then probed the throbbing ass-hole of her impatient Lesbian lover.
"Now, darling!" Terri sang out as the prolonged orgasm continued to send waves of thrills throughout her sex-hungry body. "I want it now, Doris! I want it from you!"
The older woman was more than ready to move away from the exciting, but temporary, pleasures of cock-sucking. She let it slide from her lips, but kept her mouth tightly closed. She twisted her body around until her face was next to Terri's, her cheeks puffed from the dammed flow of liquid male juices she had just received.
"Give it all to me, darling," Terri requested in a husky, panting, breathy voice. "Don't you dare take a drop."
With that, Terri fastened her liquid lips to Doris' and began to suck the delicious fluids from her mouth, still keeping Tommy's face and his licking tongue trapped in her crotch. And when she had swallowed the bulk of her "sexual nectar," Terri invaded Doris' willing mouth with her long, almost serpentine tongue, and began to vigorously lick and explore every surface, straining away the last remnants of male fluids, and continuing until the distinctive taste of Doris' saliva dominated.
But they did not stop their kiss. Oh, no. It was far too delightful a sensation for both of them. The slightly older Doris pushed Terri's tongue into her own mouth and performed her invasion. She let her tongue slide between Terri's teeth and lips, then delved farther inside to probe the roof of her mucous mouth and the area beneath the tongue. Soon, both of their mouths were open, and they languorously "lolled" their tongues around each others', experiencing very subtle spasms of mini-orgasms. Tommy still licked Terri's insatiable crotch. Terri fondled and pinched at Doris' slippery clit.
CHAPTER TWO
As almost everyone had reached a very strong orgasm within a few minutes of the climactic finale of Myrna's public display of intense and nymphomaniac performance, there was a line at all three available bathrooms. Some showered together in groups of two and three, others preferred privacy.
"Oh, you beautiful bitch!" Doris exclaimed. She was admiring Terri, who had just emerged fresh and clean and with a new touch of lipstick from one of the bathrooms. "I don't know why you insisted on bathing alone. I would certainly have preferred you as a partner in the soap bubbles to Tommy. But ... there is that feeling, you know, the realization that I'm in there sudsing up that big hunk of body, that I've sucked the prick, that I'm sexing it up with a man I can look at on TV every day as such a celebrity."
"Yes, but with the nature of your 'friendship,' " Terri commented, throwing back her long blonde hair and wearing the perpetually sensual look on her face, "you can hardly go about namedropping. I can just see you at one of your very straight afternoon teas saying, 'Oh, I sucked off Tommy Stafford's cock last night! Don't you think he's just marvelous on his TV show?' "
"Kiss me, darling," the woman asked, tilting her face toward Terri. "And get that depressed look off your face."
The slim, small-breasted Doris pressed her moist lips to Terri's. Their mouths moved together, and then their bodies joined in. Doris skillfully pushed her pelvis into Terri's, protruding her organs against those of the girl, until her mound of Venus probed up and down the open slit of the young fashion designer, the pubic hair rubbing roughly over her clit.
Four men gathered around to watch, one so aroused that he began to play with his limp penis. But as women joined in to see too, there were more delicate hands and even a few lips at the men's organs. There was, however, a complete lack of the frenzy, the fiercely intense fucking and sucking that accompanied Myrna's display of pure nymphomania. The sexual activities were leisurely and relaxed, aimed at subtle titillation rather than urgently demanding orgasms.
Doris let her hands roam all over the big, white orbs of Terri's firm, young ass, then pulled them apart. Her fingers began to probe, seeking the sensitive little hole. But it was soon joined by an eager, wet tongue that belonged to Myrna's husband, Ward. He was kneeling behind the beautiful Terri and had preceded his lingual invasion with a thorough licking of her back thighs from the knee up, as well as wetting down the two globes until they glistened with his saliva.
Terri experienced two mini-orgasms, then grasped Doris' hand and broke away from their kiss. "Let's go over and sit down for a while. I'm feeling funny again."
"You've had two drinks and another cigarette since the last time you felt 'funny,' " Doris said scoldingly, settling next to her on a couch and continuing to hold her hand tightly. "Just what is the matter with you tonight? You've lived it up this way before and it never affected you like this."
"It's ... like fear, like mental telepathy," Terri tried to explain, gesturing hopelessly with her hand. "It's as if someone was trying to contact me to tell me something I won't want to hear, someone very close to me in a way, yet also quite distant. It's ... very hard to explain. But I'm afraid, Doris. I think that it may be...."
Terri abruptly ceased her attempted explanation when she felt Doris' hand withdraw quickly as the woman stood up. "Oh, I'm sure it's nothing, really. Forget about it, and have fun. Here come our two sexy, sexy stewardesses!" Doris announced. And Terri had the distinct impression that Doris had been paying her no attention to begin with, but had let her talk to herself. For a wealthy woman obsessed with young girls sexually, their personal problems seemed of little concern to Doris. And this was particularly true when she was anxiously awaiting the arrival of two twenty-year-old stewardesses to double her pleasure.
Doris rushed over to kiss them both, then steered them into the room of debauchees. The sight of a roomful of naked men and women had much less effect on the two pretty girls than their own appearance had on their viewers. They had been told what kind of party to expect and, although neither had attended a genuine orgy such as this, they were bisexual and quite libertine. They had indeed looked forward to Doris' invitation with sensual anticipation.
Laura Bradford was a California girl, a striking brunette of tall and statuesque proportions and just enough curves to make her interesting. Her slim body was highlighted by a wispy eighteen inch waistline. Her face showed desire, her big brown eyes gazing with intrigue and fascination as if trying to decide which body she would like most to be with.
Lori Heilbronn was a German girl from Frankfurt, who worked as a team with Laura on the New York-Frankfurt runs regularly. Her hair had a sheen which set off its reddish-brown coloring that framed her healthy face and sloe eyes with a meaningful expression of sensuality. Her body was more full and firm than Laura's, probably measuring close to 36-25-37. And, while Laura's eyes scanned the crowd, Lori (for Hannalore) delighted in clinging to Doris, letting her hand roam the naked ass freely.
"You know, Ward," Don was saying to Myrna's husband, "there's something about those miniskirted stewardesses' uniforms that makes them look sexier than the naked dolls around here."
"Wait until they start to strip," Tommy joined in the observation, boasting, "I make about half the stewardesses I try. Watching them strip is a hang-up, man. I like the German girl. That Teutonic cunt tastes better than the French ... and they were the ones who were supposed to have started eating sex."
After Doris introduced the two girls to everyone, she fixed a drink for them at the bar and they sat on stools side by side and let the crowd admire their sleekly panty-hosed legs far beyond mid-thigh. They wore identical uniforms, the short blue skirts, white shirts and yellow jackets, fitted boldly to their firm young bodies. And, of course, they each had on little caps with the flight insignia of their airline toward the front.
Lori, in fact, had just put her hand up to remove the cap when Tommy cried out, "Stop!" He walked over and scooted his hulky frame between the two girls and surrounded them with his arms. His penis was beginning to show new signs of life as he said, "I hereby declare that Lori and Laura will not be allowed to remove their cute little caps under any conditions tonight! Everything else goes! But the caps stay on! Does everyone agree?"
"Yes," was chorused from throughout the crowd.
"And having won a unanimous decision on that," Tommy stated, removing his arm from Laura's neck and facing Lori, "I will be the first guest to have the pleasure of eating a nice young pussy, just flown over from Europe!"
"Oh ... no!" Lori cried out with a big laugh, yet intuitively spread her thighs and pulled up her skirt as she sat on the stool before him. "I still do not take off my pantyhose yet! You can wait two seconds, can you not?"
"Too long, schazi," Tommy declared, kneeling between the full, firm, shapely thighs, and pleased to find that she wore no additional panties. "I'm going to show you something I learned by watching one of your ... your girl friends eat a pussy once. Um-mmm, what a nice smell! Natural cunt!"
Without wasting any more time on words, Tommy began to liquidly lick the sleek nylon of the pantyhose along her mid-thigh. He worked very slowly, tonguing all the way down to her right knee, then crossing over to the left thigh and working up. As he approached her crotch, licking along her inner thigh, the young German girl suddenly gasped and reached out to grasp the raised edge of the bar at either side. Her knuckles turned white and her head began to go limp and loll around with an ecstatic expression.
"Oh, liebchin ... saugst du mir furzi!" she cried out, begging him to "suck."
Tommy eased himself to his knees and put the girl's thighs over his shoulder so as to gain more comfortable access to her crotch. Doris, Laura, and a few other voyeuristic souls, closed in to observe as much as they could. Terri and Myrna were there too, squeezing each others' breasts, sliding fingers between wet pussy lips.
As the easily aroused girl continued to babble passionately in both German and English, Tommy had literally saturated the crotch of her sheer, thin pantyhose with a delightful mixture of his saliva and her abundant feminine secretions. As he sucked hard and long, expelling his hot breath into her cunt after each suck, the sound sent shivers through those watching. The sucking through the nylon material sounded like one sipping the last bits of a drink with crushed ice through a straw. Yet there was a more bass quality, an intimate eroticism that made it differ.
Tommy reached under to grasp each buttock of her firm and full ass, digging his fingers through the material of her pantyhose and making her sigh and pant with even more intense feeling. With each of his cheeks, he nudged the pantyhose deeper into her crotch until the soaked nylon clung with revealing contours of Lori's swollen cunt lips and the beginning of her inside flesh, plus the rounded mound just above her sexual opening.
As Tommy continued to lick, the girl's small bud of a clit was outlined, and the sensation of being sucked and licked through sleek, sheer nylon was a completely new and exceptionally wonderful experience for Lori, who loved to have her pussy eaten far more than to have it fucked. But she soon discovered that, while the sensations were making her passions more and more acute, while she gripped the bar edge and moved her hips, pushing and moving her pussy up and down over the rapacious tongue, she could not quite reach orgasm!
"Take off the pantyhose!" she cried critically, gritting her teeth and jerking her head around deliriously. "Tear that off! Bite them off with your teeth ... I don't care if it hurts too. ... "
"I've never seen anyone get the better of you, schazi," her colleague Laura said, her eyes blazing with passion as she felt Doris' juicy clit and rubbed it with her finger. "You were never so mad for an orgasm even when Doris and I both worked you over for two hours that night in Frankfurt last month...."
"Shut up!" Lori screeched at her angrily as she continued to move her hips and let the drooling fluids excite her even more as they crept down the length of the pantyhose to her knees! "If ... .if you had this man to your pussy ... and he don't do it without pantyhose on, you, oh, shit, you be crazy too. Please! Tommeee! Suck my cunt raw! I could kill you for this!"
Terri shifted her eyes to the statuesque Laura, with an idea brewing fast in her erotic mind, her ringers still frigging Myrna's insatiable pussy. But Laura saw the gleam, and looked at Doris, who was telegraphing the same idea with her eyes. Immediately, she disengaged from her clutch with Doris, pulled the miniskirt of her uniform to her hips, and peeled down her pantyhose and removed them. Tossing the wispy garment aside, she looked at Doris and the others who had been observing her exposure of a thickly constructed triangle of jet-black pubic hair that parted at the bottom to reveal two liquidly shining cunt lips.
Doris knelt and immediately glued her lips to Laura's pussy, sucking and licking in the effective way that only a Lesbian can understand. And while Laura's hands gripped the bar edge at her sides, Ward came up and began to remove her clothing as Terri did precisely the same service for the more firmly built German stewardess.
Glancing at each other with a smile, Don and Terri decided they would perform each move in unison. At first, Don had tried to unzip the miniskirt at the side of Laura and figure out how to get it off without bothering Doris's eager sucking of the sighing girl's vulva. Terri shook her head at him and reached for the front buttons of Lori's jacket.
Don followed suit with Laura and both stewardesses briefly let go of the bar edge as their jackets were removed and folded neatly over a chair. More understanding of Terri's strategy now, it was Don whose fingers went immediately to the buttons of Laura's moderately filled blouse, and Terri was only a second behind in unbuttoning the tighter and more bulging blouse of the German girl.
Previous comments by Tommy and others about the greater sexiness of the stewardesses in uniforms or partly dressed, when compared with the girls and women who had been running around for the last hour or more totally naked, were obviously sound. Small sighs, gasps, and breathily whispered comments emerged from the group as the blouses were removed in the same slow and cooperative manner as the jackets.
It was at that point that the two girls ceased to be uniformly attired. The statuesque Laura wore no bra at all! Her titties were small, but very firm and pertly up-tilted at the nipples. "About between the size of average lemons and average oranges," Don commented to a passionate young blonde at his side.
"Darling," she responded to him with flashing eyes, "there's nothing average about that girl. Um-mmm, that tall, willowy body! The long legs! And what a wonderful tit-size! We could open our mouths real wide and suck each one all the way inside ... and suck and suck ... just like sucking cock...."
"We ... we'll have to wait until Terri and Ward finish the stripping," Don said, excited to discover the young blonde was bisexual, as he stood behind her and rubbed his half-hard cock in the crease of her firm and projecting ass.
Lori, whose breasts were among the largest of any of the female guests there, wore a very erotic French bra that covered all of each breast but the nipples, which protruded from the tight cups as if they were being squeezed out! Un-like the small and inverted nipples and minute areolas of Laura's tits, Lori's were huge and red! And as soon as Terri had removed the blouse, Lori put both hands to her mouth, sucked and lubricated both index fingers, then applied one to each nipple in a circular rubbing motion. Her face showed insatiable passion! Her nipples swelled hard! She began to undulate her impassioned body more and more, thinking her auto-arousal of the nipples might bring on the orgasm she so desperately craved!
Since Laura wore no bra, Tommy immediately hatched an idea of what he would do to compensate for the action of Terri's removal of Lori's. As the young American girl untied the bow between the cups of the German girl's bra and let them drop away from the protruding mounds of delicious flesh that seemed to long for their freedom, Tommy licked his index fingers, just as Lori had done, and then applied them to the tiny inverted nipples of Laura in a subtle, circular massage.
In the meantime, Don's cock was growing harder by the second. He moved back from the buxom blonde and let the organ move up into its angle of erection. When he squashed his body to the girl's rear again, his balls rested in the cleavage of her buttocks, while the penis slipped upward into the slight indentation that began at the small of her back. What with the perspiration of their moving bodies, it slid sensually up and down, and Don brought his arms around her hips so that his fingers roamed through the hairy forest of her pubic mound, then began to titillate the moist fleshiness of her eager cunt lips.
"I like a girl who goes both ways," he whispered into her ear, then licked her lobe and down to the nape of her neck before continuing. "You ... are serious about our taking over her tits when Tommy gets that damned skirt off ... aren't you?"
"Oh ... ummm," the girl sighed, pressing her back closer and moving up and down against Don's rigid penis, "you bet your cock and balls I'm serious, darling. I only wish I had Doris' place right now. Oh! I bet that pussy tastes good."
"What about a cock?" Don inquired with a frown, just as Terri and Ward unzipped the skirts at the stewardesses' sides and pulled them up over their heads, with the cooperation of the girls who raised their arms aloft momentarily. "You go for cock too, don't you?"
"Yes ... and I love a mixed fruit salad," the blonde said as they rushed over by Laura. "I'd like to suck on both of you while you're fucking a sweet girl like Laura here. And ... when I'm in the mood ... I like to beat a man's cock!"
"Say ... you sound like you're my kind of broad!" Don said enthusiastically. "I'd like to tie you down on the bed and tease you for about an hour too ... really give you hell...."
"I know you would," she said with an erotic smile as she leaned down next to Laura and pushed aside a very disappointed Tommy. "I've heard about your spanking 'trade-off' sessions with Terri. I think I'd like that. . .
Both Don and the blonde lowered their heads and started to suck on Laura's small nipples. The tall and sensuous airline hostess, who had already screamed out from a climax that Doris had sucked from her moments before, screeched in ecstasy and gripped the edge of the bar tensely with both hands. She looked down in wonder at the three people who were sending sexual thrills all through her passionate body.
The blonde girl already had sucked Laura's entire left breast into her mouth and was pushing it around with her tongue. But when Don, who had merely been teasingly licking her right nipple, suddenly swallowed the breast whole, Laura tensed her slim legs about Doris' head, felt the talented tongue slither fast over her vagina, and screamed again.
"Oh ... oh, I'm coming!" she panted helplessly, ecstatically. "Oh, God! It's so wonderful to just look at all three of you do me like this! Suck ... keep sucking me ... please!"
That was all the cue the orally obsessed trio needed to suck more and more, employ tongue techniques and lip movements that would bring Laura to her third orgasm. But while Doris was fingering her own clit for satisfaction, Don reached over across Laura's taut belly and finger-fondled the dripping cunt of the blonde. She reciprocated by handling his cock expertly and waiting for the telltale throbs of impending orgasm, at which time she fully intended to lunge downward and suck off his entire load.
Only a few feet away on the next stool, Lori was panting and muttering erotic phrases in English and German again. With the gusto of an obsession, Terri was sucking hard, tonguing and nibbling the girl's right nipple and surrounding areola. With her left hand, Terri reached all the way around her back and jiggled the other melon, squeezed the nipple mercilessly between her ringers and moaned passionately. Lori threw back her head and cried out, begging the insistent Tommy to take off her pantyhose. like a nymphomaniac or "hard-comer," the poor girl was going through agonized despair ... so wildly aroused, but unable to come.
"Oh, look sweetie, meine schazi," she whispered pleadingly in Terri's ear. "You got to help me! Make him go away ... kick his god damn balls maybe. Honey ... I got to have your tongue in my pussy. I got to! And ... tear off them god damn pantyhose! Don't mess with time to take them off. In my flight bag, I got two more pair ... oh, do it, please, liebchin!"
Slowly, Terri let the big tit drop from her grip. She continued to fondle and squeeze them both as she looked down at Tommy, who was still licking and sucking Lori's pussy through the pantyhose. Briefly, Terry glanced over to see Doris working on the tall girl's naked crotch, her whole face almost buried in it. Chills ran up and down Terri's fiery body. She smoothed her hands over the full and shapely thighs of the German girl, the sheerness of the nylon causing a subtly different sensation.
Terri slid down on the floor by Tommy and kissed him on the back of the neck. With her wet tongue constantly in motion, she worked around and across his broad shoulder, up into his armpit and over to his left nipple. She tongued and sucked it a few moments in the awkward I position, then licked her way liquidly back to his left ear. I She could tell that the effect of her ministrations had already made him suck harder on Lori's pantyhosed cunt, I made his body move around more.
"I'm going to suck your cock, darling," she whispered breathlessly in his ear, feeling that would be the easiest way to cool him off and make him lose interest in sucking I Lori enough so he could easily be persuaded to turn the j girl over to Terri, perhaps with a request to suck her j pussy.
Tommy grunted a definite "go ahead," and Terri lay I sideways under his belly after he raised his lower body. I The two movements were hardly coordinated, only I causing Terri's mouth to be farther from his manhandled, hard cock. Quickly, she sat down on the floor and leaned j back a little, supporting herself at the right height with her I hands. She was thus on the floor, legs stretched out between Tommy's heavy thighs, and could tilt her head backward just a little and receive the cock after it brushed across her hair.
Terri did not want to prolong her activity with Tommy, because she knew Lori was desperate to be eaten raw, rather than through the panty material, which was Tommy's current kick. However, Terri also enjoyed cocksucking so she was determined to get some pleasure from Tommy, too.
The head of his cock grazed over her soft cheeks as she moved her neck around. Then she let it go up over her forehead and into her hair, feeling the pulse of it on the sensitive flesh of her scalp. Terri liked Tommy's cock. It was a very "shapely" penis and quite clean and free of blemishes and veins. She continued to move her head around so that the cock and balls grazed over her chin, rested in her eye recesses over closed lids, brushed her lips, and even squashed over her nose.
After a few moments of this extreme titillation of the sexually enflamed man, Terri started to lick the furry softness of the head of Tommy's cock. She gathered much saliva on her tongue and saw to it that his penis was coated with it all over the head, around and under the ridge, and at the beginning of the shaft. Tommy grunted and moaned as he continued to lap and suck at the crotch of the German girl's pantyhose, desperate for Terri to take all his cock in her mouth.
It was a slightly different feeling, Terri realized with intrigue, for her to suck a cock without the use of her hands for manipulation. She raised her head slightly and let it go forward again, the head of the prick moving along the roof of her mouth until it was finally forced past her palate and tilted down into her throat. She was quite proud of the fact that she hardly ever gagged or felt any discomfort while eating a man. Tommy's prick slid in so deeply, in fact, that her lips could feel the pubic hair above and the scrotum below.
And then she began to suck, reveling in the fullness sensation of his fat cock, wanting it to last as long as possible. Terri knew she was very selfish, thinking only of her own pleasures, wanting to drag out each erotic act to its limit, knowing others were waiting to possess her in various physical ways.
Terri gulped and felt her throat muscles close over the head of Tommy's penis. And then she began to move her head back and forth slowly, treasuring each moment that her mouth and throat could enjoy the fulfilling pleasure of his throbbing rod.
And then suddenly, she felt the mighty male muscle constrict and begin to spasm. She knew that he was on the verge of coming, and she too felt the need to taste him, swallow him ... right that moment! She sucked harder, moved it in and out of her mouth faster, the timing instinctive or by luck, allowing his generous flow of ejaculate to pour over her tongue as she was moving her mouth backward.
So incensed and titillated was she that Terri pushed her cunt up and down his leg sideways and managed to squeeze out an orgasm of her own as she gulped deliciously at the sperm that flowed and then oozed out into her mouth.
"Whee-yow!" Tommy exclaimed boisterously as he voluntarily removed his aching mouth from the crotch of Lori's pantyhose. "God damn, Terri ... you suck cock better than a fifteen-year-old queer!"
Terri paid the TV celebrity the scantest of attention. She took his place, moving in between the German girl's thighs and ripping open the crotch of her pantyhose before burying her face in the slick flesh and lapping out with vigor at the outer and inner lips, the clit, and all the delightfully meaty insides of the young and oversexed cunt.
Jack Morgan came over and tugged the torn garment down each leg, in two pieces, until Lori was finally as naked as everyone else, though she still wore the "cute" little stewardess' cap pinned to her flowingly pretty reddish-blonde hair. Jack stood up and began kissing the German girl on the mouth and breasts as she fondled his prick and balls, both of them moaning sensually from time to time.
Terri was overwhelmed with Lori's well-formed pussy, delighting in the way the clit was almost pointed in shape when it became intensely excited. She moved her hands up around the huge, firm, sleek balls of Lori's naked ass cheeks, then brought her hands back down to the backs of the girl's thighs, squeezing the creamy flesh until the stool finally came in her way and she had to press her hands, force them under the weight of the girl's upper body.
Although the pressure on her hands was tremendous, Terri managed to get her fingers to the ass crease of the sexually agonized German girl. While sucking and gently licking over the clit and gulping the delicious feminine juices that Tommy had helped to create, Terri brought both hands from beneath Lori's ass at the back. Of course! Terri seemed stupid at not having thought to approach from the back in the first place.
"Oh! Oh!" Lori cried out in her husky German accent. "That Terri ... she gon' make me come! Ah! Ah! Saugst du mir! Und mein esel! Fuck my ass-hole, Terri ... put your finger in all way ... Oh! Ah! Scheiss, alles so gut! So schon ... make me crazy! Please, Terri ... don' stop. I keep more coming. I make you have crazy feeling later ... eat your ass-hole ... eat. Oh, suck ... suck my tit, Jack ... bite me!"
As Lori went into what appeared to be a lengthy fit of deeply felt and strong orgasms, Terri became so excited that she sucked the delicious young cunt faster and faster, and smoothed a hand down her own stomach and began to finger her throbbing clit. As she was positioned there in front of Lori, supported on her parted knees, she heard the voice of Myrna, very close by.
"May I eat you too, darling?" Myrna asked plaintively.
Immediately, Terri grunted in the affirmative and spread her knees a little farther apart. She recalled that she had left poor Myrna high and dry to come over and strip Lori. If her mouth had not been buried between the sweet juncture of the airline hostess' thighs, she would have apologized, although in this crowd, apologies were never necessary if one decided to link with someone else. And Terri also knew how very much Myrna loved to suck her pussy. Letting her would be ample compensation.
The nymphomaniac redhead scooted between Terri's thighs until her face was straddled by them and she felt a drop of the girl's secretions fall on her lips. Avidly licking it into her mouth, and spreading her own thighs to accommodate a prick whose owner she could not even see, Myrna reached up to grasp the two creamy balls of Terri's buttocks and pulled her down until her crotch was right in her face.
Terri was extremely aroused, experiencing an orgasm as soon as Myrna's lips and tongue began their special brand of oral lovemaking on her pussy. And Myrna was so fascinated and delighted by the taste of her favorite cunt that she really didn't care who was fucking her at the same time. It might even have been her husband for all she knew. Not that such a situation would be unusual or unpleasant. All Myrna could think about was enjoying the potent sensuality of group sex, multiple connections, wet pussies, erupting cocks, soft feminine asses and anuses.
In fact, just as she probed between the cheeks of Terri's lovely young ass (and unknown to her, Terri was doing the same to Lori), the slim, blonde stewardess, Laura, began to scream and cry out in ecstatic throes of orgasm. Her long, slim legs rose up from the floor. She beat on the bar behind her with both hands, then wrapped her arms around the necks of Don and the blonde who were sucking her whole titties while Doris continued to lick and lick at her clit.
Terri only heard the screams and cries of Laura's orgasm, but it added to her sexual enjoyment just the same, knowing that Doris had fucked the tall girl's pussy to climax. She tried to grunt and gesture to everyone interested to come over to her and Lori and Myrna and squeeze every bit of sexual thrill that was left in them!
As Terri continued deliciously to suck Lori's pussy, and experience the strong titillation of Myrna's lips and tongue draining her own vulva, she felt her left breast fondled and sucked by Doris! The statuesque brunette began to handle and massage and squeeze her right breast! Terri wished she had a succession of cocks to suck because she could then swallow all of the delicious sperm. But she remained content in her present condition of having almost every sensitive zone of her body attended to. There was even a tongue at her pulsing and sensitive ass-hole, and she could only assume that Tommy was eating her rear. Why? Because she knew the way he delighted in hardening the tip of his tongue and jamming it past the anal muscles into her rectum!
While a completely simultaneous orgasm was impossible of attainment, Terri's turbulent, undulations, grunts and incoherently muffled squeals of climax resulted in a demonstration of the "domino theory" as it applies to group sex. Myrna pumped her legs and ass up and down, forcing her unseen fucker's prick to dig deeply and his body to pound at her clit! The blonde, Doris and Lori and Laura all began to cry out as they ground their pelvises against a thigh, pushed a cunt to a tongue, or found other physical means of bringing themselves to the crest of orgasmic joy.
Don, meanwhile, had seen to it that he, Jack, Tommy, and one other man, were in the position of sucking and licking the German girl's titties, navel, belly or face, as they all handled their own gorged cocks. One after another, they shot their cream all over Terri's face, breasts, even in her hair.
And as the gushes of precious semen flooded over her while she was still climaxing and enjoying the feel of Lori's soaked crotch with her lips and tongue, Terri felt yet another orgasm coming, and another. She was like a fanatic wild woman, obsessed with sudden nymphomania as the explosions of orgasm kept triggering off in her obsessed body!
"Aw-oh! Oh, God, I can't stand it! It's too wonderful...." Terri screamed and panted. She broke away from Laura and twisted and writhed around on the smooth carpet. At the same time, she used both hands to smear the globs of come all over her big breasts. She licked as much as she could from around her mouth and chin, then began to lick her hands and fingers. She attempted to scoop up more from her body, but the coating was thin and drying.
"Quick," Myrna whispered to Doris urgently, "go in and fill the bathtub with cold water ... all cold water. I know how she feels. It's the only way to shock it out of her."
"Look at my body! Look at my cunt!" Terri cried out deliriously as she rolled from side to side on the rug, one hand trying to scoop secretions from her pussy, the other squeezing her nipples and breasts. "Sex! Sex! There's nothing better. I want sex! Fuck it! Suck it! Bite it! Oh ... oh-oh...!"
"I love to watch a girl suffer like that," Don whispered to his blonde girl friend as he pinched both her nipples and looked at Terri's scene with a ghoulish expression.
Jack and Doris hurried from the bathroom and asked Myrna how to handle the situation. Myrna immediately joined in and they lifted her, one person at each flailing arm and leg (Lori helped too). They carried the screaming girl into the bathroom and literally dumped her in the tub of overflowing cold water!
Terri's head went under too, the long blonde hair flowing in the ripples of water behind her head. Myrna brought her face out of the water and looked into a pair of terrified eyes. "You're okay now, honey," she assured with a smile. "You must have had a fifth of whiskey and four roaches tonight. When you're oversexed to start with, that's what can happen. You better lay off too much of the stuff."
Twenty minutes later, a very clean and fully dressed Terri was sitting at the dining table surrounded by other fully dressed people, drinking coffee. She felt terribly embarrassed, but realized the fear that had so strangely tried to dominate her thoughts during this session, had forced her to overdo things. And the fear was still there.
"I don't know how to thank all of you for helping me tonight. . . this morning, I mean." Terri tried to drive the fear away by talking, starting a conversation to liven up the last moments, while half the guests were still present "You were really wonderful ... and...."
"Forget it, doll," Tommy suggested cheerily, rubbing his hands together. "The sensations were great, I'll bet Well ... it's almost three in the morning. Can I give you a ride home, Terri?"
"We'll take her!" Doris snapped jealously, settling the question immediately.
Doris tried to persuade Terri to come spend the night with her and the two young stewardesses, but she declined. Terri felt drawn to her own apartment tonight, as if by some mysteriously magnetic force. She was tired, exhausted. But that had not stopped her from joining in with a sex threesome or foursome after a party before. Her mind was all garbled. The experience had been traumatic for her. She had fears that she might soon become as continually nymphomaniac as Myrna.
"You're sure that you're all right now, darling?" Doris questioned as they stopped in front of Terri's apartment building. "One of us can see you upstairs, if you like."
"No, I'm all right now." Terri gave out with the best smile of which she was capable and French kissed Lori, Laura and Doris very briefly before getting out of the car. "I hope you'll be able to stop by for a few days again sometime. I know Doris will make your visit this time a wonderful experience."
"It's already been that!" Laura exclaimed, smiling delightedly. "But it's nice to have more of the same to look forward to. New York is our turn-around usually. We hardly ever get more than twenty-four hours here."
Terri did not go into the apartment building immediately, but watched the car drive away. She was jealous, knowing Doris would have Lori and Laura for herself. Strange, she thought, how passionate she was beginning to feel again, passionate for the love of a woman. With just Doris along, Lori and Laura could possibly present her with a challenge. But a conquest was what she wanted.
Terri realized this as she nodded a "good morning" to two very attractive young women who came out of the apartment building and hailed a cab. They were probably professional prostitutes, the expensive call girl types, she realized, admiring their legs. Terri was about to make some remark to them, boldly ask them up for a cup of coffee. But the cab pulled away too quickly.
The very idea lifted Terri's spirits somewhat, and by the rime she was fitting the key into the front door of her apartment, she felt much, much better. She was even able to start enjoying a fantasy, wondering which men or women the two girls had been having sex with, what acts they did, were they both gay? There was even the hint of a smile on her face as she opened the door and turned on the tight in the front room.
"No! Oh, no!" Terri cried out after she had closed the door and saw the all too familiar person sitting quietly in the big overstuffed chair, her eyes staring through her very brain with what Terri felt was some sort of "X-ray" vision. "When ... why did you come here? What. . . ?"
"Sit down, Terri," the person said sternly, pointing to the couch across from her. "We have a lot to talk about."
"But ... it's no good!" Terri insisted, dropping her purse at her side as she obediently sat down on the couch, her trembling lips indicating the terror of this moment, the fear that she had felt all evening. "You can't. . . ."
"Don't tell me what I can't do, Terri?" the person cut her off, and then stood up and walked over to the couch menacingly as the terrified expression on Terri's face grew more fearful by the second.
CHAPTER THREE
Broad daylight hit her like a bolt of lightning! She looked around the bedroom. She looked down at her naked body, looked over to the rumpled other half of the bed. She realized that she must have been tossing and turning, having a fitful dream, a terrifying nightmare. But there was one thing that puzzled the young girl more than anything else. She screamed it aloud as she suddenly sat bolt upright in the bed.
"Who am I?"
She began to tremble as she looked around the room, straining her mind to try to recognize something, anything. Jumping up from the bed, she put on the robe that was placed neatly over the top of a chair. It was a perfect, almost tailored fit. It must be hers, she thought.
Gripped with fear, she walked over to the dresser to look at herself in the mirror. She breathed a little, but only a little, more easily. She was a pretty girl, so pretty, in fact, that the anxiety and fear hardly showed on her face. She looked to be about twenty-three with golden blonde hair falling down to the level of her breasts. She opened the robe to observe her mirrored figure.
A smile crossed her lips. She was absolutely fascinated by the full, firm breasts and the reddened, swollen nipples, the slim waist, rounded buttocks and tapering shapely legs. She felt a small tingle between those legs, somewhere below the patch of light colored pubic hair and the lips of her vulva. Yet the question, the overriding question, still terrified her: "Who am I?"
But then she smiled again. Whoever she was, she was suffering from amnesia. Soon, she would collect her thoughts, have her memory jogged by meeting someone she knew, and it would all be over. She could laugh about it then.
Her eyes suddenly zeroed in on a purse. It was on the couch in the living room, and it bore the initials "T.F." She felt very relieved for the moment and walked over to pick it up. The bag was light and stylish, very expensive. Snapping it open, she realized that her question might be answered.
"Who am I?"
The terror began to ease. It was like a game, a jigsaw puzzle. It actually intrigued her. She found that she wanted to prolong the suspense. She leisurely opened the handbag and probed through its contents. There was a car key, a door key, lipstick, and also a very slim diary. And there was a small photo in the diary, a photo of a young girl, a photo of the very same girl she had just seen in the mirror!
Her head was hurting, she suddenly realized, and there was a small, sore lump near the back. But it didn't seem important. Not nearly so important as the purse and its contents might prove to be.
"Well ... it has to be my purse," she said to herself, feeling that as soon as she saw her own name on something that her memory would return. "Yes! Here it is on the first page! 'Terri Foster 2-242 Central Park West-Tel 773-4902.'"
Terri waited for the "jog," the "click" that would bring her memory back into focus, but nothing happened. The situation ceased to be amusing for her now. A new panic began to build up inside her. Wouldn't it only be a matter of time, she wondered. Surely, she would get her memory back in a few minutes, maybe an hour ... a day ... two days?
But she could not accept the evidence so far.
The contents of the bag meant nothing to her; the name and address in the diary provoked not the slightest hint of remembrance. Even her reflection in the mirror was like looking at a complete stranger!
Terri let her hands fall into her lap and shivered. She felt like a ghost, a thing without substance or identity. Perhaps this wasn't a simple case of amnesia, after all. Maybe she had gone insane! Perhaps this room was really a padded cell in a mental hospital, and her perception had become so deranged that she could no longer distinguish between reality and fantasy.
Terri sat motionless in the chair. Her eyes traveled slowly about the room, moving from the spacious, net-curtained windows to the low mahogany shelf, pausing there to examine a collection of figurines which were artistically arranged at precise intervals. Several of them were highly erotic, cunningly carved nudes of both sexes, their voluptuous bodies grossly exaggerated in size and shapeliness.
A deep pile carpet covered the entire floor. Since the room contained very little furniture, it lent an air of expansiveness to the compact living room. Three paintings hung on the walls: complementing the carved figures with their unabashed emphasis on nudity and increasing the atmosphere of mild titillation which pervaded the room.
Occasionally, the revving of a car engine or the faint blast of a horn disturbed the silence-but most of the time Terri could hear nothing but her own heartbeats and the quiet ticking of her wristwatch. She felt herself becoming slowly mesmerized by lethargy; not wanting to move from the relaxing comfort of the couch. And it required a determined effort before the girl could bring herself up to a standing position and move to the window.
The view was astoundingly beautiful! Across the street, torn left to right, as far as the eye could see, was a lovely forested park with huge meadows of green grassy areas breaking up the tree scape occasionally. On the other side of the park were very tall buildings. Most of them apparently very large apartment buildings. Looking directly down to the street below, it appeared the apartment she was in must be two or three stories from the ground.
But there was nothing at all familiar about the scene to Terri, so she turned away. If this was her apartment, the name of the street "Central Park West," seemed to make sense. However, the view from the window was altogether strange to her, although she must have looked out the same window a hundred times or more. New York? Even New York was strange to her. Of course, she had been there on a visit ... she thought, and she had seen many pictures of various parts of the huge metropolis. But? Terri decided to take a bath and get dressed. Maybe that would help.
The sudden peal of chimes at the front door greeted Terri as soon as she was dressed. They chimed loudly, running up and down the scale, making Terri freeze and cast her eyes anxiously around the room, feeling that she was a burglar who had been caught red-handed.
She moved away from the window nervously, wondering if she could pluck up enough courage to open the door. Then a thought struck her. Of course! The visitor would be bound to know who she was! He would at least reassure her that she was Terri Foster, and he might even nudge her mind into a full realization of her past.
Bravely, she pulled open the front door after using the 48 full-length mirror in the foyer to make a brief adjustment to her dress and hair.
"Hello, darling. I hope you didn't mind my dropping in like this?" A smartly dressed woman, beaming and smelling strongly of expensive perfume, gushed into the hall, pecking Terri's cheek and hugging the startled girl warmly.
"As a matter of fact, I didn't think you'd be up so early-not after last night!" She smiled knowingly, holding Terri's arms and squeezing them with a confidential pressure. "And you look so lovable, darling! How on earth do you manage it?"
Before Terri could reply, the woman turned and shut the front door. Linking her arm in Terri's, she started into the living room. Obviously, they were good friends, Terri thought. The newcomer, although she was several years older, probably in her middle thirties, treated her as if they were long-standing acquaintances. And the warmth of her voice and gestures indicated that their relationship must have been quite an intimate one.
But Terri simply couldn't put a name to the woman. She was a total stranger to the girl, despite her easy-going familiarity. When they reached the lounge, Terri cleared her throat-ready to confess her loss of memory and admit that she couldn't even be sure of her own name-let alone the name of her friend. But before she spoke, Terri studied the woman carefully; giving her memory one last chance, hoping that she might save herself embarrassment.
The woman was removing her hat and coat, giving Terri time to appraise her without the woman being aware of the scrutiny. She was a rather slender person; her figure willowy and boyish, her face wearing only a hint of makeup. Beneath the hat, her hair had been cropped into a stylish pixie cut, and now that she was bareheaded she looked much younger.
There was an undeniable air of sophistication about her, too. Her gestures were affected, her eyes cool and detached despite the apparent warmth of her personality. Terri felt instinctively that she had nothing in common with the woman, some deep-rooted intuition telling her that their characters were poles apart, even if they did know each other quite well. But she had indicated that there had been a party last night ... a late-night party, judging from her remark about not expecting Terri to be up so early. Perhaps, after all, she was mistaken. Perhaps Terri Foster did belong to the flippant, cynical circles that this woman obviously moved in. Maybe she was the same type, cold and materialistic, a veneer of brittle, fun-loving sophistication hiding an empty, lonely shell.
"Tell me," she asked hesitantly, when her visitor had thrown her hat and coat casually over the arm of a chair and was seated in the armchair opposite. "Did I drink an awful lot last night? I can't seem to remember anything . . ." She laughed nervously. "Not even my own name!"
The visitor smiled knowingly. She crossed her legs, making the short hem of her dress slide halfway up her thighs, leaning back in her chair until the black, satin-textured miniskirt was revealing the tops of her stockings. She made no attempt to tug it down.
"Quite amusing, darling!" she drawled. "But, really, it's a bit early in the morning for jokes, isn't it? Last night, I might have found it rather amusing."
Then she peered closer at Terri, looking up at the girl who was standing a few feet away, her face worried and drawn.
"You are kidding, aren't you, Terri?" she inquired, "You don't really mean ... ?"
Terri nodded miserably. "Honestly, I'm not joking," she insisted. "A few minutes ago, I found myself standing in this room. I didn't know where I was, I couldn't remember my name, I ... I don't remember anything at all!"
For a moment or two, the woman regarded her suspiciously. Then, as Terri twisted her hands together and seemed to be genuinely upset, she rose to her feet and approached the girl.
"You probably had too much whiskey," she said kindly. "Or maybe you were mixing your drinks. It's only a bad hangover, darling. Don't worry! In a moment you'll remember everything. I'll help you, if I tell you your name and ... "
"I know my name!" Terri broke in. "That's what makes it so horrible! I found my diary, but it didn't help at all! I still can't remember anything-not really remember! I still feel like a ghost, like someone who doesn't really exist!"
"There, there!" The girl was becoming almost hysterical, her voice breaking and her eyes filling with tears. Gently, the woman led her to the couch and sat her down, moving beside her and slipping an arm comfortingly around her shoulders.
"Listen to me, darling," she soothed. "My name is Doris ... Doris Tarketon. Does that mean anything to you?"
Terri began to sob. "No!" she cried. "Oh, I'm so frightened. I think I'm going crazy! I can't remember! It's all blank inside!"
Doris cuddled her protectively and stroked Terri's shoulder; rubbing her hand firmly into the girl's trembling upper arm, bringing her closer until Terri's tear-stained cheek was resting lightly against her own.
"No need for you to get upset, darling," she whispered. "Just try to relax yourself, take it easy . .."
Doris slipped her other hand around Terri's waist. She gently urged the girl into an embrace, then moved her fingers softly up and down Terri's back turning her sideways so that their bodies were touching. Gradually, under the soothing massage of Doris' hand and the warm pressure of the woman's cheek against her own, Terri began to quieten. She stopped crying and lifted her face a few inches away from Doris'.
"If only there was something I could do!" she sighed. "Some little thing, like meeting someone who could jog my memory. And yet ... I know you very well, don't I Doris?"
The woman smiled faintly. "We're very good friends, Terri," she confirmed. "I don't think anyone has been quite so close to you as me! Lori and Laura took an early flight...."
"Why can't I remember you?" Terri sounded desperate now, her lips quivering as she came up against that terrible blank wall, so impenetrable, so empty and yet so hard to demolish. And who were Lori and Laura?
"You swear you're not kidding me?" Doris asked suddenly. "If this is just a practical joke, Terri, I'll...." She stopped, realizing that the girl couldn't be acting this realistically. A mischievous twinkle appeared briefly in her eyes, and then Doris continued, lowering her voice to a murmur.
"There is one way to restore your memory, darling! The only trouble is, you might be rather shocked by it ... in your present state of mind, that is!"
"No, Doris!" Terri gripped the older woman by her shoulders. "Please tell me! I don't care what it is! I must get over this awful amnesia!"
"Well ... " Doris appeared to hesitate, then she looked directly into Terri's pleading eyes. "I can't exactly tell you, darling-I'll have to show you!"
She brought her mouth suddenly against Terri's, kissing the girl warmly and passionately on her lips! It was heated and urgent, and if Terri still imagined it to be platonic, Doris' tongue, slithering wetly against her teeth, soon disillusioned her! At first she was too startled to draw back. Doris moved her lips hungrily forward, bearing down on Terri's mouth in an unmistakably sexual embrace; and she could do nothing but gasp and provide the woman with the entrance she sought!
She thrust her tongue quickly between the girl's parted lips and Terri felt its wet, quivering tip slide urgently against her own. A tingle of excitement passed through her, and then she was pushing the woman away, tearing her mouth to one side so that Doris' lips lost contact with hers.
"What ... what are you doing!" Terri exclaimed. Her face was burning with shock and her heart beat frantically as she understood all too clearly what Doris had been attempting.
Doris took her hand firmly and put Terri's trembling fingers on her thigh. Through the silk of her stocking, the flesh was warm and sleek: giving the girl a second brief thrill before Terri snatched it away.
"Don't!" she protested. "Doris, I'm not like that..
Terri stopped. She didn't know what she was like! She didn't know if her sexual urge tended towards Lesbianism or not, whereas Doris apparently did know! And from the way her visitor was regarding her, staring at Terri with a cool, understanding smile on her face, she guessed that Doris had been trying to show her the truth. If it was the truth!
The girl swallowed hard. She pressed herself into the cushioned back of the couch and tried to control the revulsion and fear which Doris' advances had created in her. For a long moment neither of them spoke or moved. And then Doris slipped her hand behind Terri's neck and gently caressed the girl's hair.
"I'm sorry, darling," she whispered. "I thought that it might help to restore your memory, jolt it back for you.
But I haven't succeeded, have I?" Doris sighed wistfully. "To think that we were so close," she continued.
Her hand remained on Terri's head, softly stroking the fine blonde hair, her fingers rubbing with the lightest possible touch against the girl's neck. "Only last night my kisses drove you crazy. And now you can't remember me at all!"
But Terri was beginning to feel aroused by the woman's hand. The long, slender fingers were soothing and restful; she couldn't help half closing her eyes and relaxing under their pressure, the soft fondling at the nape of her neck inducing a tenderness in the girl, a warm glow of affection. Perhaps, after all, she did enjoy the sexual charms of another woman, Terri thought dreamily. And the notion wasn't quite so disturbing to her now.
She could feel Doris' presence on the couch beside her even though her eyes were closed. There was an electric magnetism passing between them, a current which drew Vanessa slowly but inexorably closer and closer to the woman, until her lips were once again brushing Doris'.
This time it was the older woman who resisted! Doris cupped Terri's face in both her hands, staring earnestly into the pretty, half-closed eyes as she gently held the giri's warm, blushing cheeks in her palms.
"I want you to be sure, darling," Doris said softly. "Really sure that you know what you're doing ... don't let me embrace you unless you're quite certain, Terri!"
Terri's blush deepened but she opened her eyes and gazed soulfully up into Doris' face.
"I know that I want you!" Terri whispered. "There's something ... something about you, Doris, something I can't explain. Please make love to me!"
She pressed her mouth hungrily forward, the rose-tinted moistness of her lips merging with Doris' in a beautifully abandoned kiss. Terri pushed the top of her tongue into the hot wetness of Doris' mouth, her breath becoming quick and sharp, as if her own daring had excited her as much as the willingness with which the woman was returning her kiss.
Their bodies came together, Doris leaning forward until she was lying full-length on top of Terri, the girl's hands stealing around her back and pulling her down firmly. Their dresses worked up around the tops of their thighs-and Terri could feel the hard, exciting movement of Doris' garter fasteners as they pressed into her bare leg.
Exploring each other carefully, the girls gradually opened their mouths fully and let their tongues dart m and out, wetly and thrillingly, making little moans of pleasure as the titillation increased and they learned how to move their tongues in just the right way.
Terri could feel herself growing more and more aroused by the weight of Doris' body on hers. The small but exciting mounds of the woman's breasts were squashing down on her own, larger ones and she thrust herself up a little, then writhed her body so that the contact was sharply heightened.
After a gloriously long kiss, Doris' mouth finally withdrew from hers. Terri was trembling with desire. She turned her head to one side so that Doris could kiss her neck; and while the woman's lips were busily sucking and mouthing just below her ear, Terri stroked feverishly up and down Doris' back, letting her hands reach down to the almost uncovered hillocks of her lover's buttocks. Impatiently, she tugged the dress right over the lovely spheres, dragging the material up at the front as well as the back of Doris' body.
"Obhh!" Terri couldn't hold back the exclamation of delight as her fingers traveled over the lightly clad cheeks of Doris' beautiful ass. Beneath a thin, silky pair of panties, the woman's cheeks jutted proudly, their sleek flesh incredibly soft under Terri's exploring hands.
"Darling, your backside is so sweet ... so gorgeous!"
Terri sighed. She pinched up the flesh and released it so that the skin shimmied plumply, shuddering deliciously and giving Terri a warm, moist sensation in the region of her cunt. She could feel Doris' tongue stealing into her ear now, giving her so intense a thrill that it was all she could do not to jerk her head away. The ecstasy was so marvelous!
Beyond inhibition now, the girl slipped both her hands under the taut rim of Doris' panties and fondled the woman's ass passionately. She pulled the tight white cheeks open, holding the globes fully apart and trying to imagine what the action had revealed; probably a sweet, pearl-shaped hole, only a half inch away from the red slit of a darling pussy!
Wriggling her face round so that she could put her lips to Doris' ear, Terri whispered hotly.
"Could ... could I look at you, Doris? Could I examine you? Take your panties down and see what you look like without anything on?"
The woman rubbed their cheeks together. "Of course you can, my darling!" she replied softly. "On one condition, though!"
"Mmmm? What's that?"
Doris discreetly dipped her hand into the opening of Terri's dress and began to fondle the hard-nippled breast which lolled there.
"We must do it together," she insisted. "You must let me explore you at the same time, my precious. That's only fair, isn't it?"
The girl caught her breath sharply. The urge to see another woman's genitals in unhindered close-up was tremendously powerful. But she wasn't sure that she was ready to submit her own little pussy to such an intimate scrutiny. Not yet, at any rate.
Doris was doing something to her breast. Something rather delicious, yet at the same time causing her a not-too-unpleasant pain.
"Oooh!" she squealed. "Doris! You're scratching me ... you're scratching my titty!"
Her hand thrust down the tight cup of Terri's bra. Doris continued to move her fingernail back and forth across the girl's nipple; causing the bud to swell up and stiffen to a hard, anxious ripeness.
The action weakened all of Terri's body. She could feel herself turning almost to jelly under the determined, ceaseless scratching. Some instinct made her tighten her thighs, squeeze her legs firmly shut and then contract the muscles in her cunt. And almost immediately, Terri realized that she was secreting into her panties!
Terri closed her eyes and shuddered as a delicious orgasm racked her body. The hot juice was soaking the crotch of her briefs, making her forget everything except the urge which was flooding through her veins. And yet, somehow, her pleasure was strangely incomplete.
But Terri had reckoned without the expert resourcefulness of her more experienced partner. Doris quickly saw that the girl was in the throes of her first climax. She lost no time in snatching up the hem of Terri's dress and burying her mouth in the panting, throbbing heat of the girl's crotch!
Not bothering to remove the panties, Doris closed her lips around the prominent bulge of her cunt lips and sucked greedily inwards. The plump folds of flesh quivered as they were drawn into Doris' mouth, seeming to strain helplessly against the tight grip of the silk and force their way through the confining tautness of the briefs.
Doris pushed the girl's thighs widely apart, rubbing one hand up and down the tender flesh on the inside of Terri's leg, raising it at the knee so that she could apply her lips more easily to the pulsing, still secreting cunt.
As Terri stopped gasping, as her frantically threshing body returned to a state of comparative composure, Doris kissed the fatness of the girl's pubic mound and quickly peeled the saturated panties down over Terri's thighs. Her unstockinged legs were white and full-fleshed, their long shapeliness curving in beautiful symmetry to the small, triangular tuft of hair which flowered around her cunt.
As the girl was still lying panting from her orgasm, Doris unbuttoned Terri's dress and helped her out of it. It took but a moment for the Lesbian to remove the brassiere as well, leaving Terri's young body shamelessly naked and erotically posed before Doris' hot, swiftly appraising eyes.
Terri hardly realized that she was being disrobed, so smoothly and gently was the operation conducted. She could feel Doris' light hands on her flesh, stroking and exploring her thighs and her belly, but it wasn't until the woman's fingers actually began to caress her pussy that she reacted to the treatment.
The girl opened her eyes to find herself staring directly into the blatantly exposed area of Doris' crotch! Softly, Doris had straddled the girl so that her body was lowered over Terri's chest and her face was only a few sexy inches from the pungent-smelling crack. And with her own dress now removed, Doris' ass was presented to Terri's mouth in an unmistakable invitation!
The small panties were stretched tightly into the crotch of Doris' cunt, giving Terri a clear view of the ample bulge and also showing her the white cheeks of Doris' buttocks as they strained and pouted against the inadequate nylon briefs.
Immediately Terri lifted her face up and brought her mouth against the firm lips. They parted under the pressure of her tongue, allowing the girl's pursed lips to sink quite deeply into the slit which they normally concealed. The contact was curious and frightening at first. Terri couldn't help feeling that she was being perverted and
"dirty" to examine another woman's genitals so intimately.
The urge to continue what she had begun soon outweighed her inhibitions. And Terri, holding tightly to Doris' boyish but fleshy ass cheeks, found that she was getting quite a thrill out of licking up and down the soft flesh of the woman's cunt. Her tongue slithered from the hard bone of Doris' pubic mound right under the woman's cunt, then explored between the cheeks of her ass to poke at the tiny hole of her anus.
It didn't take long for Doris' panties to grow wet and clinging. Terri's moist tongue had lubricated the thin material until it was adhering more tightly than ever to the woman's cunt and ass. In fact, Terri could now see the inflamed redness of the slit, Doris' long gash showing clearly through the near-transparent nylon of her briefs.
This only inflamed Terri's senses. She was trembling from head to toe with desire now, especially since she could feel Doris' tongue beginning to dip lusciously into her open cunt, licking in a steady, unhurried rhythm up and down the naked and pulsing lips.
Terri understood that her first orgasm, delightful though it had been, was only a prelude to her real climax. Slowly but surely, she was being led to the true heights of sexual pleasure-taken one step at a time under Doris' expert guidance.
The girl shivered uneasily. At any moment now, she knew Doris was going to stick her tongue right inside the tight hole of her pussy! Already, the woman had tasted her clitoris, closing her lips tightly around the agitated button and sucking it to erection. And now ... now! Yes! With a cry of pleasure, Terri felt the insertion! Deeper and deeper slid Doris' exploring tongue, her fingers carefully holding the puffy lips well open so that it could penetrate as far as it would stretch.
Again, Terri felt that brief shock of fear as she realized that her most intimate sex parts were fully displayed to the Lesbian. Doris' eyes were being feasted on her dear little cunt. The woman could see everything, everything!
Doris' slick, wet tongue roved into every corner of her sex hole. It licked up one side, retreated, then lazily slipped forward again, now treating the other wall to a long, delicious titillation. The underside kept rubbing across Terri's clit, and the inflamed piece of sex meat was so stiff as a result of this attention that Terri could almost believe it was a miniature penis, throbbing and nearly ready to ejaculate!
For the past few minutes she had been too excited to devote much attention to licking Doris' cunt. She had kept her mouth buried against the warmth and wetness of the woman's crotch, but her lips were still and her tongue had withdrawn. But now, Terri felt ready to stimulate Doris in turn, and she quickly got her fingertips into the elasticated side of the woman's briefs and began to force the panties down.
Doris was too experienced not to realize what Terri was trying to do, and she assisted the girl by closing her legs so that Terri could swiftly tear the cumbersome underpants over her thighs and calves.
Panting, Terri thrust the woman's limbs wide again, feasting first her eyes, and then her mouth, on the splendor of Doris' totally naked cunt and ass. She examined the nude area between the woman's thighs closely and at length, taking one fold of the cunt lips in her fingers and drawing it well away from its twin so that she could look deep into Doris' gaping gash.
The sex organs fascinated the girl. She hadn't realized how many folds of pink, rubbery flesh reposed inside the slit of a cunt. They yielded obediently to her forefinger, the wet succulence of the vulva opening immediately as Terri prodded her digit further and further into the special, tight-gripping hole which gave access to Doris' interior.
Terri watched from a distance of mere inches as her digit sank completely out of sight, the soft red skin closing possessively around her slender forefinger as it penetrated to its hilt. A faint but steady throbbing came from the channel; urging the girl to poke the finger slowly in and out of the crevice and frig Doris until she was satisfied.
Although Doris was wiggling her buttocks and writhing pleasurably, it became clear to Terri that the Lesbian wanted more than just a finger inside her. She was increasing the rhythm of her licking, darting her tongue more and more quickly in and out of Terri's pussy; and the thoroughness with which she was performing this action indicated that she hoped Terri would imitate her!
Breathlessly, Terri withdrew her finger, seeing it glisten with sex juice as she brought it free of Doris' clinging slit. To give herself some preliminary idea of what a cunt actually tasted like, she raised the finger to her mouth and licked it, running her tongue all over the wet digit and swallowing the deposit of secretions which Doris had left on it.
Terri's eyes glazed as the enormity of what she was doing! And what she was about to do overwhelmed her. There it was: Doris' wide open cunt, waiting for her mouth!
Tenderly, the girl placed her hands once more on the round flesh of Doris' ass. As she came nearer and nearer to the exposed red flesh, she glimpsed the quivering little bud of the woman's clitoris, hanging down from the upper region of her cunt and looking for all the world like a ripe, tasty nipple!
She closed her eyes tightly. She stroked her hands down the slopes of Doris' buttocks until they were caressing the outside of the woman's thighs. Doris had kept her garter belt and stockings on, and Terri found that the rough, tingling sensation she got from rubbing her fingers along the tops of her lover's nylons gave her pleasure an extra dimension. It wasn't like touching her own stockinged thighs; knowing that the legs belonged to another female, a woman who was busily licking and sucking at her throbbing, excited cunt, Terri derived a strange thrill from feeling the taut gripping stockings and letting her fingertips pass over the steel fastenings.
Terri took a deep breath, then abandoned herself to the task of kissing and orally exploring Doris' cunt. Her lips fastened securely around the juicy perimeter of the pussy, and then her tongue stole out and pushed a path into the hquid depths, having to prod up and down the slit for a few moments before it found the snug opening.
Once inside, Terri paused to catch her breath, then wiggled her tongue experimentally. She found the sensation of having her mouth glued to another female's crotch rather pleasant. It was really like kissing mouth-to-mouth, she thought; a little more intimate, perhaps, but not essentially more perverse.
Had she really done this kind of thing before? Terri, as she reamed her tongue round and round the hot, moist tunnel of Doris' cunt, felt it as an entirely new sensation, an alien, yet strongly provocative pleasure which gave the girl a sharp, blissful glow in her belly. She had quickly discovered how to push her lips right inside the musky slit so that her tongue could rove about in the shaft of Doris' cunt and reach to a surprising depth.
The feeling of Doris' thighs and buttocks contracting in a tense rhythm with her licking made Terri aware of the power she held over the other woman. They were both completely absorbed in their work now, the two tongues dipping insatiably in and out of each other's pussies, while their hands fondled and caressed their partner's thighs and buttocks.
Into both girls' bellies, hard and firm, pressed their lover's breasts, Doris' extremely large nipples sticking into the softness of Vanessa's stomach like two red cherries, ripe to the point of bursting. Terri shifted her face slightly, moving her nose so that it pressed snugly against the rich, earthy hole of Doris' anus, which was now completely laid bare by the spread of her buttocks.
Terri sniffed, sighed and wriggled her nostrils in pleasure as she savored the aroma of the woman's crater. Her ass, too, was boldly open to Doris' view; since Doris had by this time cupped Terri's buttocks and raised the girl's hips up off the couch.
Gradually, as they kissed and sucked each other's cunts and caressed the soft flesh of their partner's thighs and buttocks, Terri felt her whole being focused utterly upon Doris' pussy. She moved her lips from side to side, uttering strange little cries of delight as the slit grew more and more wet under her mouth. A fierce itching had begun in her own pussy; and almost unconsciously, Terri had started to writhe her pelvis to relieve the tension.
But she could do nothing to keep the stimulation at bay! Forcibly, Doris held her thighs wide apart and kept her succulent lips on Terri's pink slit. Harder and harder she sucked, until the poor girl was thrashing wildly beneath her, overcome with emotion as a terrible urge to come welled up in her.
Finally Terri could contain herself no longer. She stiffened and thrust her crotch high off the couch, forcefully pressing the hairy openness of her snatch in Doris' face. She throbbed all through her lusciously naked body, then gave herself up completely.
Deliriously, she felt the long, abundant secretions gulped down by her Lesbian lover. Doris' mouth seemed to tighten around the lips of her cunt, pressing into the wet skin, sucking urgently at her excited little cunt. Terri went crazy for a few moments; she ravaged Doris' pussy with her sharp young teeth, nibbling cruelly on the sleek r flesh.
They lay there panting and sobbing ecstatically when it was over. Terri still licked up and down the secreting cunt that she had so quickly grown to love and crave. Her own crotch felt a little sore from the erotic actions of Doris' lips and tongue, but she didn't mind it a bit Terri had found out one thing about herself. She longed for the erotic stimulation of a Lesbian's tongue! Certainly, she thought, this would help her to remember herself, who she was, and what she did, and who her friends were.
Terri went off to sleep for a while. She was tired and needed the help that a nap would give her. There was no nightmare during her slumber, and she had no way of knowing that her true nightmare had only begun.
After the brief sleep, Terri opened her eyes and was about to say something, talk to herself, when she heard another voice speak first.
"Our ... lovely lovemaking hasn't helped at all, has it?" Doris sat in the most comfortable armchair in the bedroom. Her legs were drawn up beneath her, and she puffed nervously on a long, thin, filter cigarette.
"Don't put it that way, Doris," Terri said, walking into the bathroom and continuing to talk as she washed her face and made ready to shower. "It didn't provide an immediate or instant 'cure' for my amnesia, but I've certainly learned a lot about myself. And I'm ... glad you did help me out that much. Excuse me, while I jump in the shower a minute."
Doris yawned very sleepily and lay back in the comfortable chair. She thought about Lori and Laura and their hours of lovemaking, then the mad drive to get them out to Kennedy for sign-in time for their flight back to Frankfurt. None of the trio had time for a great deal of sleep, but it was certainly a sex-filled night and morning.
Lori and Laura, however, were only occasional "flings," Doris realized. Myrna, Sue Ann, so many of her Lesbian friends, as well as a few men friends, were only fleeting. She had no true attachment to them like she did Terri. She understood Terri and was never seriously jealous of her other lovers. And Terri understood her too.
"Ah, you look so fresh, darling!" Doris exclaimed when she saw Terri coming out of the bath-powder room, soothing down the front of her dress.
And Terri felt much fresher too. She no longer seemed so terrified by her amnesia, although it was still something that had to be worked on with full deliberation. But the puzzle of her identity had once again taken on somewhat of a fascination for Terri. She was in the middle of a real-life "detective story." She felt more confident that she would find out the truth about herself, if she could keep putting herself in situations that were in keeping with her true character.
"I can accept parts of my personality now," she told the woman, sitting on the arm of her chair. "I did a lot of thinking those few minutes in the bathroom. I want to accept every part of my real personality. I hope you understand what I mean. It's difficult to put in words."
A warm smile was on Doris' tips as she looked up to Terri and nodded her head, indicating that she did understand. Terri realized more than ever from the expression on the woman's face that Doris was almost in love with Terri Foster. Doris was cynical, sophisticatedly oversexed. But that was only the raw surface of the woman. It had been a blow to her that Terri had not remembered her after their lovemaking. And she felt rather sorry for the pretty, affectionate and sensual woman.
"Well," Terri went on. "It seems to me that we could sit here for half an hour, you could tell me everything you know about me-and I still wouldn't be sure of myself."
She laughed. "You must think I'm still crazy or I'm putting you on!"
Doris caught her arm and squeezed it protectively. "No, I don't think that, Terri. I'm really very worried about you. Shouldn't you see a doctor, maybe go to a hospital? After all," she pointed out. "Neither of us know why you're suffering from amnesia. If you knocked your head there might be brain damage."
"Oh, I'm sure I didn't have an accident," Terri insisted. "Perhaps it was some kind of shock, I don't know. But physically, I feel just fine! No, what I have to do is to find something or someone who can bring everything back to me in a blinding flash. If I can't fully accept what I'm told about myself, I might just as well be acting a part, walking through life in a dream."
Doris sighed. She patted Terri's arm then let her hand drop into her lap.
"How I wish I could have been the one to give you that insight! Perhaps I'm wrong, after all," she said seriously. "Maybe one of your boyfriends is better-equipped to help you. And yet I thought ... "
Her voice trailed away, but Terri felt her hopes quicken at Doris' reference to her "boyfriends."
"Perhaps you can still help me!" she said excitedly, "You mentioned before that you know me better than anyone else, Doris?" The woman nodded. "Then you can tell me who my boyfriends are, then, can't you?" Terri said triumphantly. "One of them is bound to . .."
Doris started to giggle. "What's the matter?" Terri demanded. "What's so funny?"
"You've got so many boyfriends," Doris laughed. "I'm sure I know you better than anyone else in New York, but even I couldn't keep track of your conquests, darting!"
The girl noted that the woman's voice had returned to its self-mocking, affected tone. Doris was taking shelter behind her facade of gay, worldly wise sophistication once more; trying to hide the hurt she was still feeling.
She rose to her feet and began to put on her coat. "I really don't think I can help you any more, darling," Doris said coolly. "You've got your diary, haven't you? Why not thumb through it and pay a few visits. I'm sure one of your many male friends can bring your memory back. I have a beauty shop appointment at noon. I'll be late if I don't hurry ... "
Terri was amazed at the sudden switch in Doris' personality. All the warmth, all the charm had evaporated completely. And even though Terri realized that the woman was merely trying to conceal her disappointment, she couldn't help feeling sorry by the sudden indifference and lack of concern for her.
"Will I see you again?" she asked tentatively as Doris picked up her handbag and pecked her cheek in a travesty of her earlier affection.
"You've got my telephone number in your little black book, darling! You know where to find me ... if you ever want to!"
And with that, Doris swept out of the apartment, pulling the front door shut behind her. Terri listened to the click of her high heels in the hall, then realized that she was alone with the mystery of her identity.
Before the hopelessness and misery could return, Terri pulled herself sharply together. She had a very important adventure to embark on, she told herself. And it was absolutely no use at all to simply sit here and brood. There were people to see, contacts to be renewed. She didn't even know what kind of work she did! Maybe an office somewhere was waiting irritably for her to arrive at this very moment.
But from Doris' description of her, Terri Foster wasn't the kind of girl who worked at a mundane, humdrum office job. Her vocation was something far more exciting.
Intrigued, Terri began to speculate on her possible means of support. Actress, model, even a call girl wasn't entirely beyond the realm of possibility, considering Doris' cynical remark about her "conquests."
The telephone rang, sharply cutting into her thoughts, and Terri hurried to pick up the call, certain by now that she was well on the path towards a complete realization of her identity.
For the moment, she decided not to reveal her amnesia to anyone else. Possibly, Doris would quickly spread the gossip to her friends but for the time being, Terri assumed, no one would know about her condition. On reflection, it seemed better this way. If she told everyone right away that she had only a dim idea of who she was, they might be tempted to take advantage of her ... as Doris had!
Therefore, Terri thought, if she pretended to be perfectly normal, they would undoubtedly reveal in the course of their conversation details about her life which she could then pick up and incorporate into her mental jigsaw puzzle.
"Hello?" she answered.
"What the hell are you doing at home?" a voice demanded. "For God's sake, Terri, we've waiting over an hour for you. It's really not good enough, darling! I know you had a heavy party last night, but ... "
"I'm sorry," Terri said demurely. "I'm afraid it went right out of my mind. Could you tell me where I'm supposed to meet you?"
The young man at the other end of the line drew his breath sharply. For a moment, Terri thought he was going to swear at her.
"Very well, darling. Have it your way," the man said with a touch of sarcasm and an impatient sigh. "The building on the next corner, Suite 107. Turn left out of the front door of your building. But don't play any more games, damn it! Carole and I have been waiting for over an hour. She can't sit around waiting for you forever, and neither can I."
"Yes ... yes, I'm sorry," Terri said, very uneasy about her ability to handle this situation that had taken her so by surprise. "I'll be there in just a few minutes. Uh ... your name ... it doesn't seem possible, but I can't quite recall...."
"Oh, you can't!" the man screamed, then settled down resignedly. "All right. I'll play the little game with you, Terri. But I wish you wouldn't pull this and be so damned late on the same day. This is Jack ... Jack Morgan, your old faithful fashion photographer. And I'll give you five minutes to get here!"
Terri heard him bang down the phone angrily, but she broke into an amused grin. She had no idea who he was, why he was calling, who Carole was, or what they were supposed to be meeting for. She was determined however to get there, wherever there was, in five minutes.
CHAPTER FOUR
Terri gazed at herself In the bedroom mirror, retouched her makeup quickly, then walked through the apartment and out the front door in a hallway she could not recall ever seeing before. Or had she? Confusion rapped at her mind, but not so much that she couldn't walk right around the corner to the two elevator doors and press the button.
Inside the elevator, she pressed the "!" button, noticing that the "3" button was lit. At least that told her she was on the third floor. She briskly walked outside the building and stood in the large doorway for a moment. The fresh air and sunshine invigorated her. The verdant and almost endless park across the street sent its smell of nature across the heavily trafficked street, neutralizing the exhaust of hundreds of cars.
Then she straightened up her shoulders and turned left as Jack had instructed. The "corner" was barely half a block away, and Terri hoped she made the correct assumption that the mysterious Jack Morgan meant the building on the other side of the intersecting street. A closer look and she realized that he must have meant the old, remodeled but gaudy apartment building that at one time must have been the pride of Central Park West. Its old suites were two and three stories high and, unlike the more recent buildings, never called their "suites" apartments.
After taking a deep breath, Terri pushed the button for "107," waited for the front door buzzer to release the latch, then entered the ornate old hallway and walked back until she found "107" on an oversized and formerly regal door.
After knocking, she was greeted by a young man, his mod, long hair flowing in an untidy mane around his shoulders. He stood there with his hands on his hips and glared at her chidingly for a moment, then spoke with a note of sarcasm again in his voice.
"So glad you could make it, darling!" he greeted her. "Are you sure I'm not keeping you from something more important?"
The girl smiled. "That depends," she told him. "What have you got to show me that you think is so important?"
He flung his hands up in despair. "You're the end!" he exclaimed. "I thought I was the one with all the artistic temperament. Come on!" He started back into the big suite and began to climb the stairs. "Carole's bored, she'll need warming up again." Over his shoulder, without turning to see if Terri was following, he called, "You'd better go straight into the dressing room, darling. When you're both ready, let me know."
Curious, Terri shut the door and wended her way up the shabby bare boards of the stairs. On the first landing, she was confronted by two half-open doors. The young man disappeared through one of them and Terri caught a brief glimpse of what was apparently a photographic studio; a glare of floodlights and a tripod-mounted camera met her eyes. And then the door was closed, almost in her face.
She tried the second door, pushing it open all the way and feeling her pulse grow faster as she contemplated what might be waiting for her inside.
But there was nothing more startling than a very ordinary-looking room, bare except for an enormous full-length mirror, rows upon rows of built-in cupboards. And a young girl, who glanced up quickly from a magazine as Terri walked in.
"Oh, Miss Foster!" she exclaimed. "I was just admiring your spring collection-you've got some marvelous ideas this year!"
Terri smiled pleasantly. "You like them?" she enquired, a little uneasily. "I didn't quite catch your name?"
"Why, I'm Carole-Carol Chambers," the girl said in a puzzled voice. "Surely you remember me, Miss Foster." Then, before Terri could reply, she went on, "Oh, of course! I suppose you meet so many people, it was stupid of me to think you'd remember a girl who only models your outfits!"
There was a hint of pique in the girl's tone, but she seemed to think it only natural that Terri couldn't recall her name. "Jack has been showing me your latest lingerie designs," Carole continued. Her eyes were bright and mischievous. "They're very sexy, aren't they?"
"Of course," Terri said. She was both surprised and pleased to learn that her work apparently consisted of designing clothes. But, once again, the knowledge did nothing to stir her memory. She couldn't remember having any particular interest in fashion, let alone being a successful fashion designer! She took the magazine from the girl's hand and flicked through the pages idly.
There was a 10-page supplement, devoted entirely to full-color reproductions of "her" work. The accompanying prose was gushing and positively glowing with praise for a collection of dresses, swimwear and lingerie which seemed more than just daring to Terri's eyes. In fact, she thought, some of the outfits were very sexy ... revealing far more than they were meant to conceal!
And the girls who were modeling the clothes! They were posed in such provocative, erotic situations! Every one of them looked as if they were on the very brink of sexual climax!
Intrigued Terri flicked the magazine pages until she came to the main body of the text. It appeared to be designed cunningly to attract both sexes with its mixture of pin-up photographs, love stories and review columns. Several times she noticed her name given the kind of prominence which Terri thought was reserved for movie stars and pop idols.
Jack tells me your latest designs are even more eye-catching," the girl murmured. Terri looked at her more closely. She was in her late teens, a full-bodied young creature with frank blue eyes and that mixture of guile and innocence which is practically a trademark of the swinging female. She returned Terri's stare without embarrassment, smiling and deftly flicking aside the long black hair which framed her face.
"Have you tried them on yet?" Terri asked.
"A few ... but Jack wanted to save the more daring outfits until you arrived. In case you wanted to alter them in any way," the girl explained. "Not that you could make them look sexier," she added with a grin. "They really are the limit, Miss Foster!"
Terri had been wondering why she had been asked to the photographic session. Now she understood. They were going to experiment with her new designs, Carole posing in them so that she could judge their effect more-accurately. Presumably she and Jack had some kind of business relationship; he produced the pictures for the "try-out" and sold the successful prints to magazines and fashion houses.
Terri decided that the only thing she could do was play the role by ear. She nodded briskly. "Let's get started, shall we? Change into something, Carole and let me see how it looks."
"Yes." The girl began to pull her short minidress off without a trace of embarrassment. Her ample breasts shook slightly as she tugged the cotton material over them, reminding Terri of her recent intimacy with Doris.
like most young girls, Carole wore flesh colored pantyhose instead of panties. She rolled them down quickly, and Terri was surprised to find that she was gazing at Carole's body with rather more than "professional" interest. Obviously Doris had awakened an urge within her that could scarcely be controlled! She licked her lips as she saw the firm white flesh of the girl's thighs coming into view-then caught her breath as Carole unclipped her bra and let the perfectly shaped globes of her breasts spill free.
Carole asked "What would you prefer me to wear first. Miss Foster? Probably the pants, don't you think?"
Dry-throated, Terri didn't dare to trust her voice. She nodded again, hoping that her eyes didn't reveal her emotions too blatantly. Carole turned to the wardrobe and selected a diaphanous, flimsy pair of briefs, stretching them out in front of her tummy and looking down at them with amusement. Then she raised her eyes coyly to Terri.
"They're sexy!" she murmured. "The next best thing to wearing nothing at all!" And she seemed deliberately to take her time about fitting her legs into the filmy pants and pulling them up over her hips. Almost as if she knew all about Terri's predilection for young girls and was deliberately tantalizing her.
Of course Carole would know about her sexual tastes, Terri thought. Why, it was probably common knowledge among the model girls! She flushed, rather taken aback to realize that other people knew more about her private life than she did herself!
After the newly designed panties were snug and tight around Carole's crotch, the girl let her hands fall casually to her side and posed for Terri; turning around slowly so that the other girl could view the effect from every angle.
They seemed a fairly ordinary-if very bold-pair of briefs. They fitted beautifully, accentuating the curve of Carole's bottom and allowing a generous amount of the girl's ass to be seen. From the front, the V of the crotch was sharply minimized, letting the twin creases protrude naked and drawing the eye down to the faint but provocative bulge of the cunt lips. Even from her three or four feet distance, Terri could plainly see the dark curl of Carole's pubic hair, the growth flattened and tautly gripped by the possessive tightness of the nylon.
A sexy grin appeared on Carole's face. She walked slowly across to a dressing stool and lifted her foot, gradually raising one leg until, with an audible gasp, Terri realized just how daring the design really was!
The material had been completely cut away at the crotch! Beneath the swelling of Carole's pubic mound, extending under the girl's thighs right to the pink pearl of her anus, the panties afforded no protection whatsoever!
Daringly, Carole parted her legs until the entire length of her sex slit was revealed. The lips sighed languorously open, showing the startled Terri that the pussy was totally uncovered.
"How-how do they feel?" she managed to stammer. "Not too tight, not too uncomfortable, are they, Carole?"
"Only a little bit!" the girl returned, pouting and wriggling her hips. "They make me feel rather itchy-and they cut in under my ... " At last, Carole fluttered her eyelashes and blushed. "I suppose it's because I'm not used to them," she finished. "After all, they are revolutionary, aren't they?"
"They certainly are!" Terri commented. She forced her eyes away from the tempting red slit which gaped so invitingly in front of her. "I think we ought to let Jack take a few shots and see how they come out. Let's go through, shall we?"
Terri found that the cool professionalism in her voice came quite naturally. It was as if she had finally found one aspect of her personality which wasn't alien to her, and she rejoiced in her newfound confidence as she led Carole into the adjoining room where Jack was awaiting them.
Somewhere back in her mind-a warning voice told Terri that there was something a little "odd" about designing clothes which were (if the pair of cutaway panties could be taken as a guide) very erotic and hardly-likely to be worn for any but the most "special" occasions. But she suppressed the slight tinge of fear, reminding herself that most of the styles in the glossy magazine were outrageously daring-and that she, Terri Foster, was probably helping to stretch sexual emancipation to its limits.
She pushed the door shut and took Carole's hand, thrilling to the warm, soft fingers as they obediently curled around her own. At last, Terri felt, at last I'm beginning to accept my real self.
"Lovely!" Jack observed. He got up from his chair beside the camera and came to meet the girls. In his open-necked, flowered shirt and skin-tight slacks, the boy looked magnetically attractive, Terri thought. His movements were cool and relaxed, his body graceful as a greyhound; its slim, sinewy qualities making her feel weak at the knees. In his eyes, too, there was a quality of magnetism, an expression which told Terri that he knew far more about life than his age-probably twenty-one or so-would have led her to believe. They were deep-set, almost hooded, the pupils unusually large and black. Terri, as she came nearer, sniffed the air suspiciously.
Her suspicion, she realized, was quite correct. The room reeked of marijuana fumes! And looking past Jack at the ash tray which lay on the floor by his chair, she could see the unmistakable stubs of two or three home-made roaches.
That accounted for Jack's languor, his air of slow-motion. Terri wrinkled her nose. The smell wasn't unpleasant, rather sickly sweet, but spicy and exotic, like incense mixed with dried herbs. But ah the same, she retreated a little when Jack calmly rolled a third cigarette-packing it tightly with the shredded marijuana leaves-and held it out for her!
"You'll have to share it, Fm afraid," he said sadly. "My supplier let me down-I can't get any more till tonight."
Terri took the uneven cigarette. She felt rather apprehensive about smoking it, even though it was obvious from Jack's attitude that she was no stranger to the drug. But Terri didn't want them to suspect that she wasn't quite herself today; she had a nasty feeling that these young mods were capable of taking her for a ride if she told them she had temporarily lost her memory
So Terri accepted a light and inhaled, swallowing the acrid smoke down and trying to act as naturally as possible. Fortunately, Jack's eyes were fixed on Carole, and the girl was too busy with her own emotions to concern herself with Terri. She was consciously thrusting her bosom out, making the white globes lift and point their hard nipples towards the boy, the sides of her mouth trembling as she felt his eyes travel slowly and leisurely over her all-but-naked body.
After the first couple of puffs, Terri found the marijuana cigarette relaxing and enjoyable. It had no staggering immediate effect; rather, the drug worked through her system and induced sensations of euphoria and well-being almost without her being aware of the change in her feelings. She got halfway through the cigarette, then passed it to Carole, feeling a need to sit down and let the new kind of intoxication flow gently through her mind.
Terri realized now why Jack had been moving so slowly, so deliberately! Her feet felt weighted down, as if her shoes were made of lead. And it took a considerable effort for her to cross the room and take a chair which was placed just behind the camera. She waited until Carole had smoked the roach down to its last half-inch, smiling up at Jack as she inhaled and enjoying the boy's long, intimate appraisal of her body. And then Jack swung round.
"Let's go!" he ordered curtly and walked more briskly to his tripod, focusing until he had Carole's body in the viewfinder.
Terri crossed her legs and settled back in the chair, content to let Jack take over and arrange the photographic session. The scene before her had gradually taken on a heightened glow; a sharpening of focus and a concentration of her eyes had taken place. Vanessa leaned back, staring with breathless expectation as Jack switched on the spot and photofloods. Carole stood in front of the camera, her legs slightly parted, her eyes narrowed to slits as the marijuana spiraled around the girl's brain.
The man adjusted the camera and took a couple of shots. Slowly and beautifully, Carole's nipples rose into a ripe, rosy stiffness under the harsh light and the impersonal stare of the lens. She sighed prettily, stretching herself and beginning to grind her hips as the waves of sexual tension flowed through her body.
Jack was now unscrewing the camera from its tripod. He slung the strap around his neck and came forward, studying Carole critically, walking around the girl and examining her lovely curves from every possible angle. She gave no sign that she was aware of his scrutiny; merely continuing to writhe herself gently but excitingly as he circled her and ran the palm of his hand carelessly over the flat of her belly. Terri could feel her breathing becoming labored! He was clearly going to take considerable liberties with Carole, she realized. His fingers were almost touching the girl's pubis, slipping down beneath the tight grip of the panties and rubbing meaningfully over the hairy crotch!
"Arms up!" Jack ordered. And Carole obediently raised her arms over her head, stretching herself up on tiptoe at the same time so that her breasts jutted up even more prominently. Jack was standing behind her now, one hand thrust down the front of her transparent pants, the other beginning to slip across the front of her torso-dangerously close to the uptilted melons which trembled and swayed so deliciously!
"Her nipples aren't hard enough," he told Terri. "We want the sexiest photos possible-and if her tits aren't really stiff, the whole effect is spoiled!"
"Yes, of course," Terri murmured. She kept her legs tightly crossed, almost unconsciously pressing her thighs so that the hot, moist lips of her own cunt were being given an exciting friction.
Drawing Carole back against him, Jack moved his hand until the warmth of the girl's breast was nestling softly in his palm, the white globe raised slightly and supported by his fingers. Carefully, while Carole remained with her arms high over her head, Jack took her nipple between his forefinger and thumb. The digits closed firmly around the base of the bud, squeezing it gently but increasing the pressure until the girl's rosy tit bulged out from between the vise.
He loosened his grip, then tightened it again-repeating the action in a slow rhythm so that Carole's nipple grew to an amazingly full erection. Jack performed the same service on her other breast; titillating the girl's naked bud until both nipples were incredibly hard and stiff.
"Very good!" Jack stepped around the girl to admire his handiwork. Then he went down on his haunches in front of her, raising the camera to his eye and tilting it so that the viewfinder showed her body from the waist up. He clicked the shutter, then sprawled out in front of her, stretching his legs out on either side of Carole's feet so that the girl was standing between his thighs.
"Open a little!" he commanded-and Diana parted her legs, allowing Jack to look up between her half-open thighs at the red line of her cunt; which was boldly exposed by the slit in her panties.
Terri gasped involuntarily. Surely he wasn't going to ... ? But a moment later, as Jack maneuvered himself further down and stuck his camera fully between Carole's trembling white thighs, Terri saw that the photographer intended to take some pictures which would inevitably reveal every detail! A full split beaver!
Carole leaned forward, relaxed the pressure of her thighs a little, slipped one hand between her legs, and began to fondle her warm, agitated pussy, her fingers rubbing and pressing hotly into the provoked lips.
Jack, meanwhile, was busily photographing from every possible angle. In between shots, he whispered hurried instructions to the girl, telling her to make certain poses, to move her limbs this way and that.
It became quite obvious to Terri that the photo session was developing into a blatant sex orgy! She could guess that ninety per cent of Jack's shots would never be published openly; not even in the kind of magazine she had looked through. No, most of them were clearly designed for the porno trade, and Jack naturally assumed that Terri knew all about this activity!
Terri felt more of a stranger to herself than ever before. Surely she wasn't this kind of girl, she thought desperately. And yet her reaction to the proceedings were ambiguous, to say the least. Intellectually, she felt rather ashamed and guilty at watching Jack and Carole become more and more aroused. But emotionally, she couldn't deny the evidence of her own wet crotch and the fast beat of her pulse.
Jack finally unslung his camera and cast it aside. "Time for a break!" he announced. And as he stood up to face Terri once more, the girl could see plainly how excited he had grown. His prick bulged out against the skin-tight fit of his slacks, thrusting out so boldly that Terri observed the organ throbbing in a steady, even pulse.
"You're not going to stop now?" she heard herself asking. "I thought ... "
Jack grinned at her. "Let's say it's time to relieve the tension," he replied. "I can't go on taking pictures in this state, now can I?"
He calmly rubbed the immensity of his cock, making the hard bulge swell outwards even more clearly. There was a moment's pause. Then Carole half-fell into Jack's arms, pressing her body up tightly and wrapping herself around him in an urgent embrace.
She stood up on tiptoes, her open mouth pleading to be kissed, and the photographer lost no time in giving her satisfaction. He bent his lips down and sucked greedily at Carole's warm, liquid mouth, thrusting his tongue between her teeth and running it fiercely around the hot, sweet inside.
Oddly, though, Jack kept his hands at his side, making no attempt to fondle the girl or even put his arms around her. Terri, presented with Carole's back, could see the girl's buttocks clenching and unclenching as she squirmed against the man, rubbing her hard little pubic mound against his pulsing length and caressing his neck and back with fluttering, anxious movements of her fingers.
Still, even though he was returning her kiss with feeling, Jack made no response with his hands! Carole was growing more and more agitated, panting into his mouth, twisting her breasts so that they rubbed from side to side on his chest, the stiff nipples hot and hard against Jack's flowered shirt.
Now, her fingers were at his fly. Squirming around slightly, Carole fastened her open thighs around his upper leg and continued to fuck herself on it while her hand sought the zipper. When she had pulled it down and unbuckled his belt, Carole sank slowly to her knees in front of Jack. Reaching up, she peeled his tight-clinging slacks down and helped him to get rid of them. The shorts came next, Carole lifting the waistband away from his rigid shaft and allowing the massive penis to pop crudely into view, its red-veined length straining stiffly against Jack's naked belly.
After the garment was free of his ankles, Carole surveyed his nakedness for a gloating moment. Her eyes stared up, fascinated, at the strong and potent-looking penis which reared up in front of her, and slowly but surely her hands strayed up the inside of Jack's legs, inching nearer and nearer to the powerful prick.
Jack stood quite passively, his hands loosely on his hips, watching the girl's fingers creep up his thighs and approach his cock. Only when Carole actually took his tool in her hands and started to massage it in both palms did Jack show any reaction.
He shifted his legs more widely apart and put his hands on Carole's head, going down gradually to a sitting position on the floor and forcing the girl to come with him.
She was soon kneeling between Jack's thighs, her face only inches away from the cock which her fingers were caressing. She seemed to be staring in fascination at the way she could make the foreskin slide up and down over the glans; and she kept stretching the delicate, thin skin to its limit, making the raw underneath of the prick grow more inflamed.
Jack was now lying on his back, stretched out with both hands interlocked comfortably around the back of his head. His eyes had closed and he was moving his hips in a tense up an down rhythm, evidently content to let Carole take the initiative for the time being.
Silently, Terri slipped from her chair and approached the couple. She sat inconspicuously on the floor at their side, no more than a few feet away, and watched excitedly as Carole manipulated the raging penis.
The girl was experimenting with the various poses it could be forced to adopt. She pressed it squarely into his nude belly, pushing down with the palm of her hand. Then, abruptly releasing the pressure, Carole made the cock spring back into position, excitement reverberating all down its length. Next, she gripped it firmly and twisted the stem so that it pointed downwards towards Jack's feet, the unnatural position making him grimace with pain.
By now, all three of them were completely under the influence of the marijuana. Inhibitions were completely shed, their minds opened up to innumerable sexual possibilities.
From the corner of her eye, Carole noticed that Terri had drawn nearer. She glanced at the other ghi and indicated with her eyes that Terri should now join her in playing with Jack's prick. But first of all, Terri decided that she should undress herself! It wouldn't do for her to be the only one who looked "respectable," she thought. And she quickly unbuttoned her dress and removed it, then took off her bra and allowed her breasts to be admired by both Jack and Carole!
Terri was about to continue undressing-her fingers about to unfasten the clasps of her garter, when Carole stopped her.
"Keep your stockings on, darling," the girl advised. "Jack's really wild about garter belts and stockings! I know he'd like one of us to be wearing them!"
However, she indicated approval when Terri started to wriggle out of her panties, staring without a trace of embarrassment or guilt, her eyes peering inquisitively into the tangle of pubic hair, trying to make out the half-hidden lips of Terri's cunt as the girl lifted her legs and peeled the briefs down.
Carole was still holding Jack's prick in its rather uncomfortable position, forcing it almost between the boy's thighs and out of sight. A wicked, impish smile appeared on the girl's mouth. "Open your legs, Jack," she told him. "That cock of yours shouldn't be sticking out like that, you naughty boy!"
His eyes again closed, Jack seemed to give himself up entirely to the wishes of the girls. He let his legs slip apart, yielding to their demands and letting his arms sprawl out on the floor at his side.
Carole's eyes now gleamed with mischief. As if Jack were no longer in the room, she said to Terri, "Do you remember the last time we played this little game with him, darling?"
Terri could recall nothing of the kind, but she nodded quickly-eager to see what Carole was going to propose.
"I've been looking forward so much to doing it again, haven't you?"
Again, Terri nodded her agreement.
"It's so sexy, somehow to pretend that he hasn't got one!" Carole was purring with pleasure, her face flushed as she aroused herself to even greater heights of desire by talking about what she was going to do.
And Terri, now that she dimly understood what the "little game" meant, found herself responding eagerly to Carole's hotly whispered instructions.
The two girls, Terri wearing only her black garter belt and sheer stockings, Carole in nothing but her daring cutaway panties, knelt beside Jack. She tucked the boy's penis firmly between his thighs and then shut them, making the hard cock disappear from view!
Terri, meanwhile, had unbuttoned Jack's shirt and opened it so that his chest was exposed to her hands. She caressed the smooth, hairless flesh, noting the rather large nipples which responded just like a girl's when her fingers teased them.
"There!" Carole breathed. "You're just like us, aren't you, darling?" She gazed proudly on her handiwork. Only a plump fold of skin could be seen between Jack's tightly shut thighs now. Because, with one hand, Carole was holding his prick hard, making it throb helplessly against his own anus!
She bent her mouth down and began to kiss lovingly all around the hairy crotch, her lips parting so that her tongue could also enjoy the sensation of coming into contact with the boy's apparently prick-less genital region.
While she couldn't quite understand it, Terri had to admit that she was deriving a considerable thrill from the emasculation of Jack. Playing with his nipples and sucking on them, she could almost deceive herself into thinking that she was again caressing Doris, especially since the woman's breasts were so small and boyish.
Ignoring the occasional moan which escaped his lips, Terri and Carole proceeded with their sexy torment. No matter how much Jack strove to assert himself, they forced him to bend to their will. He could do nothing! Although his cook must have ached and yearned violently to assume its virile posture, Jack himself evidently got a kick out of this reversal of the sexes. He could no longer keep his body entirely still; several times he writhed and twisted, as if to plead silently with the two females for mercy.
Firmly holding his cock underneath his crotch, Carole kissed and petted the flatness of his loins, murmuring sweet endearments to him while Terri teased his nipples and ran her wet lips all over his chest.
Finally, Carole slid herself upwards until she was reclining at full length on top of Jack's body, Terri making way for her rather reluctantly. The girl kissed Jack's mouth tenderly, shifting her breasts provocatively and rubbing her hard pubic down on the boy's still-prickless mound.
Slowly, the couple turned onto their sides-giving Terri a splendid opportunity to wriggle down and view the enormity of Jack's cock as it stuck out of his tightly closed legs.
Carole was gripping the prick halfway down its length, the girl's fingers clasped tightly around the imprisoned rod. Gently, Terri disengaged Carole's hand, replacing it with her own. And while Carole cuddled and kissed the boy, running her fingers up and down his back, Terri licked her lips in preparation for the treat that was in store for them.
She positioned herself so that her mouth could reach Jack's prick comfortably, then closed her fingers firmly around the red rod which bulged so ominously and unnaturally at the rear of the boy's thighs. His balls were squeezed through his legs, too, and the sight of the sex organs displaced in this way gave Terri a violently erotic thrill.
Terri started by kissing Jack's buttocks, her lips softly and wetly rubbing against the small round things while her fingers excited his prick to a fierce, slippery throbbing. She gradually moved her mouth nearer and nearer to his cock, finally stretching her lips as wide as possible and lowering them over the red crest.
Hot and pulsing, the male organ slid deeper into Terri's mouth. The girl bore her face down so that she could swallow it as much as she was able, feeling the foreskin slipping back along the shaft as her lips tightened around the stem.
At once, a violent trembling seized the rod and Terri knew that only its bent position was preventing Jack from losing his load there and then. A deep groan came from him, but Carole made it obvious that she had no intention of allowing him a respite!
"There, there!" she cooed. "What's the matter, darling? Is your cunt all itchy, then?"
He squirmed against her, but with Terri's mouth securely wrapped around his prick and Carole's arms holding him strongly against her body, he could do very little to stop the teasing ... .
And now Terri had a rather clever idea. She slipped one hand under Jack's crotch and, using her palm to keep his balls and prick wedged between his thighs, began to finger her way into Carole's cunt!
Feeling the wet, sticky lips yield instantly to her probing, Terri realized that the other girl was incredibly excited by what she was doing to Jack. In fact, it was hard to tell which of the pair was enjoying the perverse game the most! Quite apart from the unusual sex pleasure, there was the marijuana to be taken into account; Terri knew that she herself was greatly intoxicated by what she had smoked. And Jack and Carole were certainly high on the drug.
It was a delicious sensation for Terri to frig her fingers into Carole's warm, tight pussy and, at the same time, suck deeply on a male prick! The girl felt as if the experience was lasting forever. Time had ceased to exist and she was floating on clouds of buoyant hedonism.
But all good things must come to an end and despite Terri's silent protest, Carole eventually decided that the fantasy must end, that it was time for Jack to reassert his masculinity.
"What have you got here?" she cried in assumed amazement, groping between his legs and closing her fingers around the portion of cock which wasn't imbedded in Terri's mouth. "Why, darling! I do believe ... !"
She forced Terri to stop sucking, then drew the saliva-coated cock around to its proper place. "Mmmm!" she gasped. "This feels lovely!" Her fingers worked up and down the shaft, exploring it with an experienced touch, the pads of her digits gliding softly and caressingly up and over the glans, then pulling the cock against the softness of her belly.
Fury seemed to erupt in Jack. He seized Carole by her shoulders, turning the girl over onto her back. Helpless to interfere, Terri's fingers slid out of the cunt which she had been enjoying so much, leaving her a miserable onlooker at the couple's lust.
With her knees up, Carole received the full brunt of Jack's cock inside her pussy as he penetrated her with one quick, savage thrust. His prick drove wildly on, cramming through the sticky, yielding passageway until every inch of its potent thickness was devoured by the gaping red flesh.
Tensely, they started to fuck. Jack's naked belly slapping against Carole's briefs, his dick plunging again and again into the raw slit which was left naked by the design of the girl's panties.
Terri had no intention of being left out in the cold for too long. She wanted the satisfaction of being fucked by Jack as well as Carole, and she rolled nearer to them, deciding that her best bet would be to give Jack a display of her charms and encourage him to change partners!
Terri wriggled forward and knelt down over Carole's face. Then, slowly, she let herself go backwards, supporting herself with her hands, until her cunt was stretched open and her buttocks were brushing Carole's nose and mouth.
The first reaction, as it happened, came from Carole herself! The girl was quick to seize the golden opportunity which was being presented to her, and she none too gently pulled Terri's ass cheeks well open, extending her tongue as far as possible so that she was able to lick upwards into the warm divide and search for the opening of Terri's anus!
Although this wasn't quite the response which Terri had hoped to inspire, she found the ticklish sensation of Carole's hot, wet tongue rather exciting, especially when the girl curled it over and began to press it right up into her rear hole.
Moments later, her dream came true! Jack, whose hands had been squeezing and fondling at Carole's breasts, now alighted upon her open thighs. His fingers caressed the inside of her stockinged legs, lingering for ages on the particular area where her stockings joined her garters-and then she felt his urgent hands on her belly as his thumbs stretched downwards to find the beginning of her cunt lips.
Time stood still for Terri. Her pulse increased and her heart thumped frighteningly as Jack deliberately delayed the moment when his thumbs would begin to peel her cunt apart. At first, they merely caressed the outer lips, rubbing softly up and down the intimate folds, but not yet fingering them open.
When she felt her sex parts finally exposed utterly to his wandering fingers, a wonderful sensation of pleasure streamed through her entire body. She quivered in every ounce of her being, glorying in the exquisite perversity of being cunt and ass felt at one and the same time!
But what was happening to her now? Ah yes, Terri realized! Carole had generously stretched both her hands up and was cupping her breasts, revolving and twisting the globes with her tender young fingers, paying particular attention to the cherries of her nipples and making them as hard and swollen as her own!
Jack had frigged both his thumbs well into her cunt by this time. The boy's thick digits were opening the gash to its widest extent, pushing into the slit and giving her clitoris a long and delicious inspection.
While her present position wasn't particularly comfortable, Terri wouldn't have changed it for a feather bed at the moment! Her sexual regions were being bathed in the sweetest possible affection, and yet she knew that Jack and Carol were still fucking each other as strongly and as urgently as before. This knowledge merely added to Terri's feeling of warmth towards the couple. They could still find time to insure her satisfaction, she thought blissfully. And even if it turned out that, on this occasion, she wasn't actually fucked by Jack, Terri was convinced that there would be many other opportunities for them to get-together.
Jack's mouth was pressed against her belly now and he seemed to be most interested in kissing the taut elastic of her garter belt. His lips moved hungrily along the webbing, his tongue licking the intimate garment and breath coming hot and fast against the girl's navel.
He tired of this pleasure, much to Terri's delight, and very soon she could feel his mouth going further and further towards the pungent smelling hole of her pussy!
Slowly, his thumbs moved away from the slit, making room for the much more pleasurable contact of his lips. Jack kissed the hard little pearl of her clit, petting it deliriously before his lips came tightly together around the sensitive button and sucked lingeringly on it.
Reducing the girl to hysteria by this fantastically exciting treatment, Jack pushed his tongue out and waggled it from side to side, making the lips of Terri's cunt tingle with a new kind of thrill.
And when he finally got around to the task of cunt licking her thoroughly, Terri was seething and melting with ecstasy. Her delicate pussy was ablaze with sensation. It throbbed and itched with mad delight, her secretions oozed into Jack's waiting mouth, her ass pumping up and down on poor Carole's face; although the girl seemed to enjoy having her lips smeared with the male and female sex juices!
As she became carried helplessly nearer to her orgasm, Terri cried out loud with passion, her sexual frenzy overcoming her completely and dissolving her senses in a wild, subterranean lake which was warm and electric with pleasant tingling sensations.
A quickening of the bodies beneath her told Terri that Jack and Carole were also approaching a mutual climax, their intermingled organs working frantically so as to achieve the moment of orgasm in the same split second.
With a heartfelt roar, Jack shot his load into Carole's cunt, releasing the torrent of creamy foam just as the girl raised her hips off the floor and shuddered to her own
Climax.
But Terri's cunt wasn't forgotten, despite the intensity of Jack's orgasm. He valiantly kept his mouth glued to the girl's pink and pouting pussy, drawing hard on the inner lips until Terri had exhausted every bit of her love juice and strength in a violent, sustained climax.
"I still can't believe it!" Jack exclaimed. "You mean, you really don't know who you are? You're not kidding-you've lost your memory completely?"
Terri nodded uncomfortably. They were over the effects of the marijuana and the sex now, all three of them sitting cross-legged on the floor drinking black coffee. She and Carole were still in a state of nearly complete undress, but Jack had buttoned his shirt and drawn his trousers on again. After their intimacy, Terri hadn't been able to keep her secret any longer. Anyway, she consoled herself, did it really matter if Jack and Carole knew about her amnesia?
They didn't seem to be the kind of people who would take advantage of her as she had feared at first. They were both casual, friendly and really rather innocent, despite the credo of free love which they both preached and practiced. And Terri had been amused to find that their first reaction to her confession had been an immediate assumption that she was kidding them, playing a practical joke for their amusement! Exactly like Doris, she had thought.
And then Terri realized that she, too, would have reacted in precisely the same way if somebody told her that they were suffering from amnesia. In this flippant, amoral society, where sick jokes abounded and kidding about important things such as mental illness was merely one way of keeping them at bay, you couldn't really expect to be taken seriously. Not at first, anyway.
"What are you going to do about it?" Carole asked. She set her cup in its saucer and cocked her head on one side. "I thought people who lost their memories were kept under observation-in hospitals?"
"There doesn't seem to be anything the matter with me," Terri explained. "Apart from the amnesia, I mean. Everything else is working just fine. It seems to me that what I need is a good memory-jogger. You know, something to go snap in my mind and bring the past back."
"And you thought we might do the trick?" Jack smiled. "But we didn't. Is that right?"
"Right." Terri sighed. "But it was very exciting finding out if you were the answer. Very exciting indeed! If anything, I feel more confused than ever. I don't seem to be the kind of person I feel I am at all! All this-all this sex," Terri giggled. "Tell me am I really as wild as this? Since this morning, when the amnesia started, I've only met three people. All of them, without exception, took it for granted that I ... well, that I was oversexed and bisexual into the bargain!"
"There's only one answer to that," Jack said slowly. "Since you've responded to these situations, yes, you must be free and easy with sex and drugs. You took it all without a murmur of protest, didn't you?"
"But only to experiment," Terri protested. "I wanted to find out about my past, and the only way to do that was by-by accepting any experiences that were offered."
"Oh yeah?" Jack's tone of voice was still friendly but there was an element of mockery in it. "You know something, Terri? I think you're playing a game with yourself!" He stared into her eyes and the intensity of his gaze made Terri feel suddenly guilty, as if she knew what he was going to suggest and feared the truth of his diagnosis.
"Maybe I'd better start by telling you a few home truths about yourself, baby! Then you'll see what I'm driving at. First of all, you're a rich, talented bitch who is cornering the market in sexy, way-out fashion design. Secondly, you know everyone of importance in the mod movie and TV worlds. And if they ever wrote a book about half of your sex affairs it would sell a million copies overnight!"
Jack was ticking the points off on his finger, enumerating them while he looked directly at Terri, a curious mixture of admiration and revulsion in his eyes.
"That's the background, darling," he continued. "The details aren't important, you can fill them in some other time. But the way you've been living lately it isn't surprising you've suffered some kind of mental breakdown. Because, don't kid yourself, Terri, that's what it is!
Amnesia is really a deliberate black-out, something your mind engineered because you couldn't stand the pace any more! Listen, baby: you've been on psychedelics, pot, speed-you name it, you've tried it! That's the drug scene. Now let's move on to the sex scene.
"Don't take offense at what I'm going to say, will you, Terri? I'm not a moralist. I dig sex as much as anyone else. But if you seriously think you're a sweet, naive little girl who's being led astray, you really are crazy!
"Anyway, here it is; to my knowledge, you've done just about everything there is to do with another human being! Girls, men, groups ... If there's any combination, any variation you haven't tried, its only because they haven't been invented yet!"
Carole frowned at him. "You're going a bit too far, Jack," she rebuked. "Terri may be a bit of a nympho, but she's always been honest about it."
"Sure!" Jack agreed with a smile. "Up to now, she has. But take a good look at her! You're seeing the other side of Terri who's been kept in the background all this time, the quiet, respectable side of her personality. She's been lying in wait all these years ... waiting for her other self to crack up so that she could take over!
"Well, it's finally happened. The wild, kick-loving Terri Foster took one LSD trip too many! She went on one sex orgy for too long. Something like that," he shrugged. "It's not important what caused the breakdown. What matters is that it did come along.
"And now you're split in two, darling! You're burying all memory of that other Terri Foster, just as she buried the humdrum side of her character. The question is," he concluded-and Terri was quite sure now that Jack was gloating over her-"The question is: which side of your personality is going to win?"
"You're quite an amateur psychiatrist, aren't you?" Terri said coldly. "How well did you know me, anyway?" she asked. "As far as I can see, you're both employed by me. You take pictures of my designs and Carole models some of them. What gives you the right to analyze my character?"
Jack laughed. "Oh sure!" he interrupted. "We just work for her, don't we, Carole? How do we know what she's really like!"
"Your being a bit nasty," Terri told him icily. "And I'm getting rather annoyed with you, Jack. If there's something you haven't told me, come straight out with it! Perhaps it's the very thing that will bring back my memory.
"O.K. I'll lay it on the line for you, baby." Jack was suddenly serious, the mocking element in his voice gone. "These panties for example." He patted Carole's crotch, allowing his fingers to drop carefully onto the girl's wet pussy and draw attention to the open crotch of the pants. "Things like this don't start out by being fashion designs, do they, Carole?"
The girl shook her head. "Let me explain," she begged him. "You're being too unpleasant about this, Jack." To Terri, she went on, "You see, about three years ago, before you were well known, before you'd even thought about designing clothes, the three of us used to ... well, we used to have a very close, a very intimate relationship.
"We grew up together, at least from the age of 12 or so. All three of us were orphans, we were raised in the same home. And we used to play games-special games, sex games, games that usually involved clothes-dressing up. Doesn't any of this mean anything to you?"
Terri shook her head helplessly. "It's still a blank," she said quietly. "I don't remember any of it."
"AH right," Carole continued. "Later, when we started work, Jack became a photographer and I got a few jobs modeling. You had always designed the costumes for our sex games and, naturally, you tried to break into the field of fashion. Without success at first, until it suddenly occurred to all three of us that we could quite probably make a fortune by selling erotic photos!
"You designed, I modeled, and Jack took the pictures. It wasn't long before we realized that we could make a lot more money by going semi-erotic. If we toned down the pornographic qualities of the photographs, but kept the fashion designs as wild and daring as the law permitted ... well, needless to say, the whole thing was a roaring success.
"Manufacturers wanted to reproduce the clothes you designed (that was the biggest, most successful side of the operation, your designs) and we were made. Since then, we've kept the really sexy, really outlandish clothes simply for our own private games."
"But why did you call me Miss Foster when I came this morning?" Terri asked in a troubled voice. "I don't understand-your whole attitude indicated that we were strangers."
Carole smiled. "You really don't know?" she giggled. And when Terri insisted that she had no idea, Carole explained. "Only yesterday, you suggested it yourself, darling! We all felt that we were getting into a bit of a rut and that it might be a good idea to spice things up. You know, pretend that we were strictly business acquaintances. That's why I didn't think you were behaving oddly when you arrived."
"I think I'd better go and try to work things out," Terri said, rising and gathering her clothes together. "None of this makes any kind of sense to me right now. I ... I'll give you a ring this evening."
"Just as you like," Jack shrugged. "If you can't remember it, our telephone number is in your diary!"
Jack and Carole exchanged a glance of mutual unconcern, an expression of not caring very much if Terri kept in touch with them or not. And Terri, seeing their attitude, suddenly wanted desperately to leave the room, to move away from their knowledge of her.
She dressed hurriedly, feeling nothing but contempt for Jack and Carole now. They had upset her with their alleged history of her past and present; and Terri fell reasonably certain that her first hunch had been right. In some way, they were taking advantage of her loss of memory. What Jack had told her didn't ring true. Terri was convinced that such a story-especially since it involved her childhood-would have jogged her mind at least a little bit. Some portion of her memory should have returned to her upon hearing Jack's version of her life, if it had been accurate.
Terri felt aware of the real undercurrents of danger in her plight. The kind of people she apparently knew could so easily twist everything around for their own purposes. And, since her mind was a blank white page, they could write their own characters and distortions of her life on it, without any fear that she would contradict them.
Terri said good-bye and left the studio as quickly as possible. As she closed the door, a few seconds before it swung shut, she could hear a muffled, stifled laugh, which was abruptly cut off, as if Jack or Carole had realized that it wasn't quite safe to give vent to their feelings.
It made Terri feel even worse to think that they considered taking advantage of her such a big joke. Could there possibly, she wondered, be any truth to what they told her? Perhaps they had made up the whole story, thus hoping to benefit financially in some way, possibly by taking over her business!
She was at the mercy of anyone, anyone at all, who knew she was suffering from amnesia. They could tell her the absolute truth or an outright he. How would she know the difference?
It was terrifying to think about.
CHAPTER FIVE
Outside, Terri let the fresh air invigorate her as much as possible. The view of Central Park to her left as she walked south, was a pleasant, cheerful sight. Even to see the tall spires of buildings in the distance did not detract from the openness, the unrestricted feeling of being outside.
Looking at the clock in a jeweler's window, Terri saw that it was almost three. It was past time for lunch, but her jumpy stomach wasn't in the mood for food anyway. A drink was something else! That was what she needed, Terri realized ... a good, stiff drink to relax the jumpy, nervous feeling.
As she walked past Columbus Circle and headed down Broadway, Terri was again reminded how curiously her mind could cope with the surface details of her life. She found no difficulty at all, for instance, in finding her way around Manhattan. Without hesitation, she could walk right up to any number of bars, restaurants and cocktail lounges.
And glancing toward Times Square, Terri was almost certain that she could recall having gone into a small theater along there to see a sex-movie, something from
Sweden with Lesbians and men and girls doing almost everything. Had she really seen such a movie in a public theater?
Terri stopped suddenly! She was standing in front of a small boutique. She seemed to recall that she had been there before, bought a party dress there not too long ago. She stared at the window display, trying to see if something there would jog her memory further. Had she been with someone? Was the weather wet or dry, hot or cold? Was there a special reason she bought the party dress that day ... if she bought the dress? If ... .
Obstinately, tormentingly, the memories remained elusive, hovering, it seemed, on the very edge of her consciousness, then floating down again before she could catch hold and examine them.
A bar, Gillmore's, was only two doors away from the boutique, and Terri stepped through the glass doors, moving into a smoky, noisy place which hummed and crackled with half-heard conversation. She picked her way among the crowd and managed to find an empty stool at the far side of the long bar, away from the dense gathering but still hemmed in on both sides by beer and whiskey drinking customers.
The clientele were mostly young people in their early or late twenties. Their conversation consisted mainly of arguments and discussions about the latest trends in culture films, books, the theater-their opinions voiced stridently and with confidence, but amusing Terri by their intensity and their obvious self-importance.
She ordered a Scotch and Soda but the drink tasted sickly and unpleasant to her palate. Making a wry face, Terri pushed the glass to one side and lit a cigarette, wondering if she usually drank Scotch or whether her conscious mind was failing her as well.
"Hello, darling! This is a pleasant surprise!"
Terri turned her head. A very familiar face beamed down at her, tanned and handsome, mature yet somehow irresistibly boyish; the sparkling blue eyes and white teeth forcing a name to her lips before Terri was aware of the fact.
"Don Glenn!" she exclaimed. "You're-you're Don Glenn, the actor!"
He laughed and slipped his arm around her shoulders in an intimate gesture which told Terri immediately that they were good friends; that she mingled in circles which contained such big and important actors as Glenn. But although she knew his name, knew how famous he was and could even recall several of his recent shows, Terri was unable to go any further and summon up memories of a more personal relationship with the star.
And, once again, she was confronted with an important decision. Should she tell Don about her amnesia? Would he be understanding and sympathetic, or would he, in some indefinable way, want to take advantage of her? Terri recalled what Jack had said about her. " ... a rich, talented bitch ... !"
It suddenly occurred to Terri that if she was famous and wealthy, she must also have many enemies. She knew that people who jumped to the top of the pile were hated and feared, not only by smaller fry, but by their contemporaries. Jealousy and fear of being outshone could make men and women act violently if they had the chance. And she, Terri, was in a particularly vulnerable situation at the moment. If word got around (and now there were three people, Doris, Jack and Carole who knew what had happened to her), there might be a kind of conspiracy started to shoulder her out of the way.
What motive would others have for wanting to harm her? And instantly came the answer: revenge!
From nowhere, the word tore at Terri's mind. She felt cold fear at her spine, a trembling in her legs as the word loomed large in her consciousness. REVENGE!
"What's troubling you, Terri?" Don's hand tightened on her shoulder, his face coming closer and expressing concern in every feature. "You look as if somebody has just given you a traumatic shock, darling."
"I ... I'm all right." Terri managed to say. And then she subsided into silence, her lip trembling and her teeth chattering with fright. That had been the first breakthrough, she thought. The first real piece of insight. She knew now that she definitely had enemies, that she had done things, said things, which certain people would love to repay to her. There was nobody she could trust any more, because she had no way of knowing the ones whom she had hurt.
Don moved smoothly into the bar stool next to her which had just been vacated. His tall, muscular physique, the scent of an expensive cologne, the air of reliable masculinity which flowed from him, made Terri feel an urgent need to throw her head onto his broad shoulders and cry her eyes out. But, instead, she reached out and covered his hand with her own, murmuring, "I had a bit of a shock this morning, Don. I'm ... not quite myself!"
He squeezed her fingers affectionately. "You need a good, stiff drink," Don advised. "What's that? Looks like Scotch and that's not your usual drink is it, Terri? Come on, I'll buy you." Then his expression changed, he became more confidential, and his mouth whispered directly into her ear.
"No, I've got a better idea. Why don't you come over to my apartment. I'll mix you one of my special cocktails, the ones you love so much, darling!"
Terri was still feeling slightly high on the marijuana and the atmosphere of the bar, smoke-filled and ringing with loud voices, was giving her a headache.
"Could we?" she pleaded. "I'm sorry to be such a dud, Don. I think I really would like to go somewhere quiet."
"Come on. We'll be there in no time." He paid the bill and held out his arm, making a path through the congested lounge for them by using his broad shoulders. A moment later they were side by side, squeezed into Don's Sting Ray, the engine racing powerfully as he opened the throttle.
"Fasten your seat belt, darling!" he laughed. "Here we go!"
And the low-slung car shot suddenly up the ramp to the parkway. Wind buffeted off the gleaming windshield and whipped her hair back, making the beautiful blonde tresses fly out in a stream of honey-gold.
Don patted her bare knee. "Remember the last time I took you for a drive?" he asked. He took time off from his driving to give Terri a quick, serious look. "I'll never forget it, darling," he said sincerely. "I owe you a great deal, Terri. And I only hope I can repay you one day."
Terri studied his perfect, almost too handsome profile. What did he mean by that? What did he really mean? Was it an innocent remark, to be taken at its face value? Or was there, as she strongly suspected, some underlying menace in the vague promise (or threat?) that he "hoped he could repay her?"
At any rate, Terri felt that she would be wise not to reveal her loss of memory to Don until she had an opportunity to judge him more carefully. It was quite possible that they were good friends, even lovers; in which case he could probably help her a great deal.
On the other hand, she was still puzzled, uneasy. Terri realized that this was going to happen with everyone she met. Until her memory came back, she couldn't afford to trust anyone, however friendly and well-disposed towards her they appeared on the surface. It was an unpleasant, disconcerting situation to feel so naked and suspicious. But for the time being, there seemed nothing else for her to do but go along as if she was perfectly all right.
Sooner or later, she knew, somebody would be bound to ask her if she was still suffering from amnesia. That was one thing she could count on. By this evening pretty well everyone she knew would be in on the secret. And at that moment, as Don braked sharply behind a slow moving truck, she realized that she had deliberately engineered events so that she was given a kind of "time limit" in which to regain her memory.
Eight more hours, at most! If she didn't know who she was and if all the aspects of her personality weren't revealed to her by that time, she would be at the mercy of her friends and her enemies!
Maybe this was the best way, Terri thought. She couldn't simply drift from day to day, picking up a few scraps of information about herself here, a few more bits and pieces there. She had to have a sense of urgency about the problem. And what better reason for urgency could there be than to know how vulnerable and victimized she would be if she didn't recover before everyone knew about her illness?
"Stupid bitch!" Don snarled. He put the car into gear again and blasted his horn at an old woman who was creeping along at about 35. "One of these days I'm going to ... "
He controlled himself with an effort, glancing sideways at Terri and smiling with tight lips that did little to conceal his anger.
"Shooting down slow drivers is pretty bad for my image, I suppose," he grinned. "But they really make you feel like committing murder, don't they?"
Terri nodded absently. She was absorbed in studying the naked fury which had appeared on Don's face. For a few seconds, he had looked really murderous! And she wondered if his urbane outward appearance concealed an ugly, animal-like temper that could easily explode on anyone who happened to brush him the wrong way.
And she thought again of his earlier words and wondered if he was in her debt for something which might make him angry with her-if he ever thought he could get away with it?
"Home at last!" Don brought the sporty car to a quick halt outside a smart apartment block in the West 160's. The buildings overlooked Fort Washington Park, the George Washington Bridge, the river, and (when the weather was clear) the New Jersey shore.
Terri couldn't help revealing about one inch of naked thigh as she scooted out of the seat, which Don noticed with some interest. He had rushed around to open the door for her, then took her hand as they walked into the posh lobby of the tall apartment building. The desk clerk glanced up and greeted them both by name! Terri was obviously no stranger to Don's apartment. The man was even bold enough to give Terri a knowing smile as Don looked the other way. Had she been intimate with the desk clerk too?
Don escorted her into the elevator, and Terri was impressed and confused both when she saw him punch the button marked "Penthouse." They seemed to zoom up to the top floor of the building. And once inside the fabulous penthouse, she was even more impressed by the smell of money that it conveyed. But then Don Glenn should have a lot of money, she realized.
In a matter of only two or three minutes, Don was serving her his special drink. Terri took it with a smile and sipped slowly at the contents, holding the delicate stem between her forefinger and thumb. The drink was very good and had a licorice taste to it that gave off a distinctive and yet not quite definable aroma. It was the kind of drink Terri could finish quickly and ask for more. It went down so easily that it hardly tasted alcoholic.
"It's delicious!" she exclaimed, looking up at Don with a reciprocated smile of intimacy. "How do you make it?"
"My own, special, secret recipe," he told her. "And I'll never reveal the secret either. I learned it from an Algerian bartender in a very exclusive club in Paris when I was doing some TV tapes there."
Terri giggled softly. In the actor's chic and well furnished apartment she felt more at ease. Don had either got a keen sense of taste or he had employed a firm of high-class interior decorators to transform the four walls of his living quarters into a virtual paradise of modern luxury. Fluffy black rugs littered the parquet floor, stereo equipment played a continual, soothing relay of background music, book shelves and objects d'art were prominently displayed. And yet the room seemed lived-in-not merely an artificial reconstruction of a Sunday color supplement. Don belonged here, Terri felt. He blended perfectly with the decor and its accoutrements; a perfect symbol of the age-virile, famous, a huge army of fans and yet part of life, not merely a projection of it.
"Why did you decide to become an actor?" she asked him curiously. Don smiled again. He sat on the arm of Terri's chair and began to stroke her long, blonde hair.
"I thought you knew, darling," he murmured. "I like to play with people's emotions. Make them feel excited, give them something to brighten their drab little lives!"
As he spoke, his hand played leisurely with the nape of her neck, his long, artistic fingers stroking gently, coaxingly across the girl's soft flesh. Terri shuddered with pleasure. There was something special about his touch. It made her feel strangely weak and helpless. And the fact that she realized he was deliberately putting on an act with her only gave Terri's emotions a stronger thrill.
"It makes you excited, too, doesn't it?" she whispered. Her eyes felt hot and the lashes closed almost involuntarily as the man's hand slipped around to her throat and began to slide slowly and gently down the front of her dress. "You aren't just acting when you play love scenes, are you, Don?"
His mouth came to her ear, his lips working carefully through the silky sheen of her hair so that they could move sexily against the lobe.
"I have no secrets from you, Terri." His tongue slid forward, darting wetly into the girl's ear and licking sensuously around the small, delicately shaped orifice. "When I'm in front of the camera or on stage, it's for real ... the same way this is real!"
He turned her face towards him, kissing hungrily at her soft, pliant lips, urging them apart so that his tongue could explore the girl's mouth. While they kissed, Don's other hand closed around her breast. It fondled with an urgent need at the round globe, his fingers pressing between her bra and the bare, creamy skin of her bosom.
Terri had thought that Jack was oversexed! Now, under the pressure of Don's mouth, feeling the actor's hand caressing her breast and lovingly provoking her nipple, she realized that this mature, skillful man was a hundred times more passionate and inventive!
He brought her slowly and exquisitely to an aroused state, delaying his own pleasure so that the girl could enjoy the lingering movement of his fingers; working on the erotic zones of her body like a true artist.
And Terri, perhaps due to the contents of the cocktail which he had prepared for her, was only too eager to give herself completely to Don's desires. She allowed him to take over, moving her limbs in strict obedience to his desire, letting him ease her down off the chair and lay her gently on the soft-carpeted floor.
Terri's eyes closed in passive acquiescence, the girl felt cushions being placed strategically under her. One supported her head, another tucked firmly beneath her buttocks, raising them, lifting her dress so that the hem rode to the crotch of her panties.
Don smiled as he unbuttoned his shirt and stripped to I'll his underpants. Beneath the tight, monogrammed garment his prick rose in a powerful erection-throbbing steadily.
In a moment or two, Terri's mouth was covered once more, his lips pressing firmly against her teeth and licking across them until she sighed and let him enter her mouth again. This time, his tongue penetrated almost immediately to the back of her throat, making Terri gasp as she received the wriggling, wet invader.
Her hands came up to his bare shoulders, thrusting at them, trying to make Don move away a little and let her breathe. But he persisted; bearing down on her, his body sliding over to cover hers, his full weight sprawling uncomfortably until Terri felt choked and almost suffocated.
Fear started to pulse through her mind. Was his earlier gentleness only a mask? Did he intend to possess her roughly, crudely? Forcing her to submit to his desire, conscious only of his own pleasure now that he had her excited?
His cock was bulging between her naked thighs, hot and strong, its sharply outlined length throbbing powerfully as it lay pointing sexily towards her panty-covered cunt. Then, as Terri started to struggle in earnest, Don abruptly took his mouth away from hers and whispered: .
"Don't you want to do it this way?"
She shook her head. "Not so rough, darling!" she pleaded. "I'd like you to be soft and tender with me-please?"
Don's white teeth flashed in an understanding smile. At once, the weight of his body eased as he rested on his elbows and kissed the corner of Terri's mouth, his lips sucking the soft skin inwards and his tongue licking daintily on the flesh.
His hands traveled down over her breasts, pausing to shape and mold the tingling, excited nipples and then busy themselves with the buttons of her dress. Terri relaxed again. She kept her fingers on the muscular, bronze shoulders; stroking the powerful flesh in a dreamy, loving caress.
Don helped her slip out of the sleeves of her dress. He I lay on his side now, studying the curves of her body, his hand on her bare midriff. Gradually and without betraying the least excitement himself, the actor stroked up the side of her waist until his fingers touched the red swelling of Terri's nipple, which was sticking upwards beneath the white cup of her brassiere.
Don closed his forefinger and thumb around the stem, pinching slowly but tighdy, producing a murmur of pleasure from the relaxed, trembling girl.
His other hand slipped smoothly beneath her body and worked expertly with the clasp, releasing the bra straps and allowing his fingers complete access to the wonderful, voluptuous flesh of her breast.
Instead of caressing the globe, Don drew his hand away for a moment. When Terri opened her eyes in protest at this interruption, he kissed them shut again.
"Just a moment, darling," he begged. "I've got a little surprise for you."
Puzzled, Terri shut her eyes and waited. She could hear a strange, indistinct sound, like the slap of rubber gloves being drawn on. And when, seconds later, she felt a curious sensation on her belly Terri then understood that this was precisely what Don had been doing!
A pair of slick, tight-fitting surgical gloves had been pulled onto his hands, stretching snugly to the fingers, transparent and oddly exciting as they began to move gently over her bare flesh.
Terri wriggled sinuously, unable to repress a shudder of delight as he started to massage her nude breasts. The texture of the rubber gloves made the nipples perk up outstandingly, causing her crotch to ache with itchy tension. She trembled constantly, her entire body responding to the strange feeling of having her nipples titillated by so bizarre a caress.
When one of Don's hands began to move down again towards her cunt, the girl had to fight hard to stop herself from squirming away. Delicately, Don unrolled her panties until the taut waistband was stretched across Terri's sex lips. The blonde pubic hair sprouted in a neat triangle, letting the red slit peep through them, puffy and already moist with sex dew.
Gently, the man pushed his forefinger up and down the ridge of her cunt, pushing the lips apart. Terri cried aloud with pleasure as the slick texture of the rubber entered her pussy. It slid slowly, very slowly up into the hole, probing in every direction, giving her vulva a thorough, searching examination.
And while he gently frigged the wet orifice, Don's free hand felt behind Terri's back, aided by the cushion which was supporting the girl's body. He got his fingers over the supple orbs of her ass; kneading and massaging the lovely spheres of flesh and gradually opening them so that he could touch and fondle the fluted intimacy of her anus.
As he caressed her with his hands, Don bent his mouth to Terri's right breast. Taking the nipple between his lips, he sucked long and deep on the ripe red morsel, extending it as fully as possible, making the lovely cherry grow stiff and hard under his tongue.
Terri's anus and cunt were afire with passion now, as Don's fingers plunged deeper and deeper into the twin hearts of her body. The rubber gloves gave his fondling an air of superficial clinicism; but although he wore a doctor's thin finger-shield, his exploration of her ass and cunt was far from medical.
Lubricated by the girl's juices, the man's fingers frigged in and out of Terri's holes, worming around and around, exciting the tender young meat until it pulsed erotically.
She shivered with desire, her vulnerable spots teased and tormented by the generous and painstaking caress.
But when she seemed about to explode with her orgasm, Don stopped. He brought her skillfully to the very point of climax, rubbing the walls of her cunt and anus until he felt the girl shuddering throughout her body with tension. And then the actor carefully slowed the rhythm of his fingers ... not quite ceasing the manipulation of Terri's sex organs, but decreasing the tension so that she maintained her excitement without passing its zenith.
Again, he lowered his almost naked body on top of hers; drawing back the waistband of his shorts so that the length of his prick soared out from its encasement. Terri was still wearing her own panties, but they were now in such a state of disorder that she might have been completely naked for all the use they were to her.
Don quickly stripped them down the girl's legs, using his foot to thrust the skimpy bundle of silk over her ankles. Blissfully, she let him do whatever he wished; spreading her beautifully white thighs so that her open cunt was fully exposed to the man's cock.
He fondled her legs, taking his time over the caress so that every inch of Terri's supple limbs was given a massage by his expert hands. She linked her arms around his neck and drew his face against her own, the sweetness of her breath blowing in Don's mouth as she parted her soft lips and pushed the pinkness of her tongue forward in willing intimacy.
By this time, Don's hands were beneath her buttocks, pressing the voluptuous cheeks, opening and closing them so that the sleek flesh tightened around Terri's cunt lips; thrusting the pursed slit out in a bulgy, tempting display of gorgeous sex flesh.
Still wearing the rubber gloves, he pushed one finger into the tight little anus, leisurely turning the digit around and around until-finally-it began to disappear into the snugness of Terri's ass-hole.
She winced with pain, her body stiffening slightly as the pressure built up in her anus; feeling hot and unnaturally crammed with a foreign invader, uncomfortably full of Don's masculine finger. But after a while, after he applied his tongue to her mouth and began to kiss her into submission, Terri learned to accept the ass-frigging he was giving her. She even started to wiggle her hips, squirming her taut buttocks around so that his digit penetrated more securely.
Don's prick was stuck at an angle alongside her raw, deep-red cunt; thrusting upwards so that the underside of its length was rubbing firmly against the moist exposure of her sex hole. But although she could feel it so temptingly close to her pussy, Terri longed for the thick, rigid flesh to slide right into the hole itself; she realized that her clitoris was growing more and more provoked, the little button stiffening up!
Her juices were flowing, too, but although Don kept pushing his prick up and down, the friction making her dizzy with desire, he seemed to be in no hurry at all to complete their intercourse.
Their bodies were getting wet and slippery. The heat of their bellies as they rubbed and pressed together made rivulets of moisture drip down onto the man's cock, soothing the fiery redness as it fucked up and down on Terri's hard pubic mound.
"Fuck me, darling!" she whispered at last. "Please ... oh Don, I want it so much!"
He licked around the inside of her mouth with the point of his tongue. "Not yet, darling. Surely you don't want to spoil everything just yet?"
Spoil everything! Terri's head started to whirl with frustration. The finger which was playing so intimately with the inner region of her ass-hole showed no sign of relenting, and Don's tongue was doing everything possible to keep her at a fever pitch of excitement. And yet he wanted to deny her the greatest pleasure of ah!
Disappointment built up in Terri's mind like a tidal wave of despair. She could feel it breaking on the beach of her consciousness, the booming surf of her frustration both maddening and unbearable!
Suddenly, she reacted to Don's deliberate teasing!
Releasing his neck, she fought both her hands down between their bodies and grabbed his prick tightly! Wriggling her ass, Terri struggled to fit the raging, throbbing stick into her cunt, aided by the cushions which were still supporting her buttocks.
To her horror, the man tensed himself and pulled his body away from hers!
Terri cried aloud with anguish, an animal moan drawn from the depths of her being as she felt the hot cock snatched from her anxious fingers.
"Wait!" he ordered sternly. And a change had come over Don's features now, his face had undergone a rather frightening transformation, changing from the concerned, friendly smile of a lover to something which Terri couldn't quite understand. It was like a mask now, a horrible, tight-lipped mask which stared down at her mockingly. She shivered, wondering what was going on behind the man's rather cold blue eyes.
"You're not in control of yourself today, Terri," Don told the girl. Swiftly, he pinned her wrists tightly and held them in a surprisingly strong grip so that she couldn't move her hands or arms so much as an inch.
"Don't!" she begged, staring up into his wide merciless eyes. "Don't spoil everything, darling!" And then she realized that she had used Don's very words. He thought that she was upsetting their intimacy, and she thought that he was spoiling their pleasure!
It also occurred to the girl that-in Don's eyes-she must be behaving very oddly. She supposed that there was more to their sex relations than straight-forward inter-' course; and she waited fearfully to discover what he in-l tended to do.
As soon as he felt the girl relax beneath his body, Don; eased the pressure of his grip. He remained on top of her-and she could still feel the pulse of his prick as it beat steadily on the mound of her hairy pubis-but Don made no attempt to fuck his way into her cunt.
Reaching beyond her into a cupboard beneath the bookshelves, he brought out a coil of silk-spun rope and proceeded to bind her wrists very securely behind her back!
Terri moistened her lips and submitted to the ordeal. H she protested too violently, she told herself, he would grow suspicious. He might even guess that she wasn't in command of herself, that she was suffering some kind of: mental disorder.
Now, he probably thought that her protestations were simply part of the act! She tested her bonds, wriggling her arms and tried to find out if she could struggle free of her own accord.
They held, refusing to give an inch! To all intents and purposes, Terri was utterly at the mercy of her supposed lover!
He sat back and admired his handiwork for a moment or two. Then Don grinned.
"You had me worried for a moment, darling!" he exclaimed. "I'm supposed to be the actor-not you!" Then, like a chameleon, his expression changed once more, this time becoming sly and gloating; his eyes traveling so slowly and hotly over Vanessa's utterly exposed body that the girl could feel goose pimples breaking out on her flesh!
She still didn't quite understand what was going to happen, even though Don's manner indicated that he wanted to have her in a position where she couldn't object to anything he might try to do.
But when he gathered up two further coils of the white, silky rope and proceeded to tie both her ankles to the legs of a wide, Victorian-styled armchair, Terri grew really afraid. For all she knew, she might be in the hands of a homicidal maniac, she thought wildly! Cliff could do anything to her, anything at all!
I He had stood up after completing the task of rendering Terri helpless. He now peeled down his shorts and tossed them aside, placing both legs astride over the girl's chest I and fondling his prick thoughtfully.
Terri looked exceedingly beautiful, he mused, her long, shapely legs stretched out in a wide, abandoned attitude, her wrists firmly bound at her back. And a brief tremor of affection passed through him as he thought how kind Terri was to play his little games so willingly, without any ! fuss, without any recrimination!
But the moment quickly passed, the desire to dominate springing foremost to his mind as Don surveyed the attractive, helpless female who awaited his attentions, who would submit to every whim that might occur to him, who would allow herself to be humiliated and mastered until he had exhausted his bizarre urges.
Don fingered and mauled her charms without pausing for a second, either to consider her own feelings or to gather his breath. He pinched her nipples cruelly; he sucked and bit them until they were almost bleeding from the sharpness of his teeth; he fondled her cunt-still wearing the skin-tight rubber gloves-making her writhe and twist in a frantic effort to stop the awful tickling.
Throughout the ordeal, he kept up a constant stream of verbal abuse, belittling her charms, coldly criticizing the shape of her breasts, the size of her cunt; sneering and laughing at the most intimate zones of her body until Terri was very close to tears.
When the first phase of his passion abated, the handsome actor forced her to suck his limp cock back to erection, holding her ears and twisting them roughly while he rammed his prick forcibly into her mouth and drove it in and out between the wide stretch of her pretty pink lips.
She was his slave, he told her, a humble, worthless menial who must obey his every command, or die! And terrible though the experience was, Terri realized only too well that he might-he just might!-be capable of carrying out his threat!
She kept herself from screaming, stifled the anguish which kept bubbling to her lips, and cooperated fully with every one of the man's strange desires.
Don finally knelt beside her, leaning forward so that his incredibly thick and vibrating prick was lying on the soft top of Terri's thigh, and stroked his hand down the hairy mound which topped her cunt. With the girl's legs parted, her fine young slit was peeled open almost completely. Although he could have inserted his fingers into the gash with ease, Don chose to toy with the girl's pussy for a while, merely rubbing his index finger slowly up and down the sweet, faintly pulsing slit without actually penetrating it.
This tantalizing caress drove Terri hysterical! The brutality, the roughness of his fondling she had been able to withstand; this was altogether different!
Starting with a high-pitched bout of giggling, the girl gradually accelerated into a terrible, out-of-control scream, a scream that was evidently the signal Don had been waiting for.
He swiftly positioned himself between her open thighs and stuck his cock deep into the well-provoked, sweaty hole of Terri's cunt. Lunging forward with all his might, he fucked her, laying his head on her right breast and moaning uncontrollably as his prick thrust in and out, in and out.
How she longed to embrace him! Her arms straining harder than ever at her bonds, to no avail! But there was nothing to keep her from raising her hips and joining with him in a long, sustained fucking; their passions finally erupting as Terri felt his sperm shooting hot and powerfully into her vagina.
After coming, he lost no time in releasing Terri from her bondage and cuddling the trembling girl warmly to his exhausted body. She quivered in his arms like a frightened baby bird, scarcely able to believe that this wasn't some terrible nightmare, thinking that she would, surely, awake and find she had been dreaming.
"Oh, you were marvelous, Terri!" he sighed. "You're so understanding, so wonderful!" He kissed her, a grateful, thankful kiss on her cheek, but she struggled free of his embrace almost at once, recoiling from her contact with him.
"You filthy pig!" she shrilled. "You're not a man! You're not even a good lover! All you think about is your own pleasure! You don't give a damn about me!"
In a rush, Terri's frustration returned. Stronger than ever before, her desire provoked beyond endurance by the lack of fulfillment she had received, the girl snatched up her clothes and dressed blindly, tears of anger and outrage blurring her vision.
He stared at her, complete disbelief written all over his face.
"What ... what are you talking about?" Don protested. He raised himself up on one elbow, his handsome forehead creased in a genuinely perplexed frown. "This is what you like, darling! It's what we always do!" He held out his arms pleadingly. "Soon, after we've rested awhile, it'll be your turn, your turn to treat me as your slave!
"Look!. " His hands began to shake as he saw-uncomprehendingly-that Terri was serious, that this wasn't an act she was putting on to add spice to their pleasure. "Look, I'll start now if you like, darling."
And the idol of a million teenagers scrabbled pitifully at Terri's feet, his lips and his tongue kissing at the girl's shoe.
With an oath, Terri drew her foot back and kicked him sharply, the toe of her slim high-heeled shoe connecting with his jaw. He fell back in amazement, more shocked than actually hurt, certain that he had gone insane! This wasn't the Terri Foster he knew so well, Don thought wildly. She didn't behave like this. She had been the one to suggest these little games. Now it seemed as if she was horrified and disgusted by them.
Thoroughly sobered by her experience, Terri rushed out of the apartment. In the hall, waiting for the elevator to arrive, she glanced nervously back at the closed door, fearful that he might pursue her and demand an explanation.
But the door remained enigmatically closed, and she stepped into the elevator and was whisked to the ground floor without seeing him again. The clock in the downstairs lobby told her that it was almost five o'clock; warning her that time was rapidly running out. Soon, she knew, everyone would be aware of her amnesia, and it became more important than ever to Terri that she discover herself before that happened.
"Oh, Miss Foster!" the desk clerk called out softly to her, glancing all around to be sure he was not overhead by anyone. There was not another person in the lobby.
"Yes ... what is it?" she said, puzzled, but intrigued wondering if now was the time that something would jog her memory back into existence. She walked over to the desk slowly, anxiously.
The clerk, a young man of no more than twenty-five was not bad looking-wavy brown hair and a "clean-cut" look about him, a cheap but new suit.
"Miss Foster ... I just wanted to be sure you're all right. I'll never forget the night I had to call an ambulance and make up that story about you falling down the steps for Mr. Glenn."
"Yes ... well, I'd hardly forget it either," Terri stuttered, trying to think how she could drag more out of him. "But I was so ... I had so much to drink that time too. It was last ... oh, gosh ... when was it ... exactly?"
"Two weeks ago today," he said, then smiled very intimately and squeezed her hand very briefly. "Mr. Glenn was sure glad you or I didn't tell the cops. He give me a hundred dollar bill the next morning. And ... he showed me the rock he bought for you. Wow! A full caret diamond ring! Say? How come you're not wearing it?"
"Oh ... it didn't quite fit," Terri lied, suddenly remembering that she had seen several diamond rings and other expensive jewelry in a box on her dresser. "Was I ... hurt very badly ... in your opinion, I mean?"
"No, you were lucky, Miss Foster," the young clerk said, his face blushing slightly. "I was just getting off, remember? I followed the ambulance down to the hospital, and then I drove you home after the doc checked you over and put some medicine on your ... uh, the places you were hurt. You sure gave me a good reward after I took you up to your place, Miss Foster. You haven't forgotten that, have you?"
"No ... no, indeed," Terri struggled to sound believable. "I think you're ... you're quite a man, the way you took care of me. I like the way you're hung, darling. You're a very virile, potent, young man. Maybe we can do it again sometime...."
"Huh?" the clerk shouted, a very puzzled look on his face. "Miss Foster! You don't remember! I can't get a hard-on! You told me it was all right ... and you sucked me off. Say? Have you got amnesia? Maybe you ought to see a doctor. Mr. Glenn must have done something ... you want I should call a doctor?"
"No! No ... I'm all right!" Terri exclaimed with sudden fear at the word "amnesia" and the fact that this young clerk could see her true condition. "It's just that I ... I was really more out of it that night than I appeared. I ... I have to hurry to an appointment. I'll see you again...."
"Yeah," the man said disconsolately, but then managed a smile and yelled to hebefore she got to the door, "I'll be working; days for two months now. I get off at six. Call me anytime."
CHAPTER SIX
Terri was in a panic as she walked outside and looked frantically for a cab. Strangely, she thought, there was so little traffic, and it was already rush hour for so many people. But then she realized that it was a long way to downtown Manhattan when she saw a flock of people, work-weary and carrying newspapers under their arms, emerge from a subway station just across the street.
Frantically, Terri dashed out into the street. She had no idea where the subway would take her, but she knew that the underground trains of the big city were usually faster than cabs. "Ahh!" she screamed as something hard hit her left leg and knocked her to the street, accompanied by the sound of screeching brakes.
"God damn, lady! You hurt? You hurt?" An upset cabdriver had jumped out of the vehicle that hit her and helped her to her feet, which seemed amazingly steady. "I didn't mean t'hitcha, lady! You hurt? Say! You saw what happend dintcha? She ran in fronta my cab. Hey, you! I gotta have a witness. It waren't my fault. Come on, be nice, somebody. I can lose my hacker's license if it's her word against mine...."
Terri rubbed the side of her leg. It was barely sore!
Two runs had started in her stocking, but she found no sign of pain when she flexed her leg up and down several times and wiggled her toes and moved her foot around. Looking carefully to see that the other side of the street was clear, she dashed across to the subway entrance.
"Hey! Hey, lady!" the incensed cabbie screamed after her. "I gotta write this up. Don't go off an' then get one a those shysters to sue my ass off...."
"Move it, made! You're blocking traffic!" a man in a car behind the cab yelled.
"You heard him! Move the son of a bitch ... or I'll come over and move you!" another driver screamed.
"Go to hell!" the hacker screamed back at them, then trudged back to his car and looked in the back seat. "My fare! He's gone! Sonovabitch! Seven bucks he owed me awreddy...."
While the frustrated hacker was cursing and being cursed, Terri had walked down the long flight of steps to the downtown side of the subway terminal, deposited her fare, and walked right on to a stopped express train that would take her to within walking distance of the Museum of Modern Art, the N.Y. Cultural Center, and so many other like places. She felt suddenly like a tourist, familiar with the town as if studying a "visitor's map,"
But Terri did need to do something, to look at pretty things and relax. And in a half hour, as she walked into the huge art gallery, a sense of calm and peace finally descended upon her. In the cool quietness of the vast rooms, wandering idly through the winding corridors, Terri found that her eyes were being drawn inevitably to pictures which contained a strong erotic element in them. Plump, voluptuous Rubens, nude nymphs disporting in woodland glades with an assortment of satyrs and shepherds, Venus at her toilette. The beautifully painted flesh seemed to leap off the canvas at her, giving Terri-not an artistic, intellectual pleasure-but a renewal of her sexual desire!
The boldly accentuated nipples of the women, the small but somehow potent penises of the men, their attitudes of abandonment and sensual poses all combined to fill the girl with a sharp, urgent need to have her own emotions provoked and, this time, satisfied.
Terri was aware of a stiffening in her own nipples, she became conscious that her thighs were brushing each other as she strolled, squeezing together the still-damp lips of her vulva.
She had visited the gallery to quieten her mind. Instead, perhaps inevitably, the collection of art had served to increase her bewildered and highly charged lust, making it impossible for her to repress the hunger which was growing stronger each moment.
Her hand was damp as she trailed it along the guide rail. She found herself walking towards the ground floor again, her footsteps leading inexorably to the telephone booths.
Seeing her reflection in the small, square mirror, Terri saw that her eyes were afire with the need which possessed her body. They seemed to shine with a heat all their own, staring back at her with none of the innocence which they had previously contained.
She looked through her diary again, wishing that it gave more information. But the entries were extremely cryptic. Appointments were listed by time and initials only, and Terri turned back to the memorandum pages where a long list of names, addresses and telephone numbers remained her only link with her past.
Terri read through them again and again, hoping that one of the names might leap from the page and break through the fog of her amnesia. It was hopeless. And, finally, she selected an entry at random, realizing by now that almost everyone listed in the diary was on intimate terms with her and knowing that she wouldn't have very much difficulty in finding a man willing to satisfy her.
The only snag was: would most of them prove to be as weird as Don?
She dialed the number and listened to the steady ring, her breath quickening and her pulse racing with the suspense. Finally, the telephone was answered!
"It's Terri, Terri Foster. Is this George?"
"Yes. But I'm afraid I don't quite ... oh, Terri! Fm sorry, darling, I'm still suffering from last night! As a matter-of-fact, I only got up half an hour ago. How are you?"
"I'm fine." Terri sighed with relief. For a moment she thought she had drawn a blank. "But I wonder if I could come round, George? I feel rather lonely ... "
"Lonely?" he echoed, laughter in his voice. "That's the last thing I thought I'd hear from you, darling! The popular, most exciting girl in the city lonely? I don't believe it!"
Terri cleared her throat nervously. She liked the sound of his voice, a friendly, well-educated tone which nevertheless had a certain sensuous attraction about it.
"I thought we were good friends, George," she said softly, putting as much sex appeal into her voice as possible. "And I thought you'd understand what 'lonely' really meant ... "
"Good God, girl, you must be insatiable!" the man cried. "After last night's party I thought you wouldn't want anything to do with sex for at least a week! As it is, I hear you're going to Doris' house tonight for her weekly celebration. And now you ...
"Not that I'm objecting," he went on hurriedly. "I'd like nothing better than to see you this afternoon, Terri. The only thing is, I've got Sonia with me at the moment. You know, the little Swedish girl who I picked up the other day. Quite honestly, darling, I was rather hoping to manage her seduction in an hour or so. I've got everything going for me-wine, tranquilizers ... she's a bit of a professional virgin in spite of being Swedish."
George laughed again. "Anyway, I thought that love in the afternoon might be a good time to catch her unaware. And I know you wouldn't want to spoil things for me. Once she gets going, Sonia looks like being a worthy recruit to our little circle!"
Terri retorted: "You sound rather unsure of yourself, darling! It seems to me as if you could do with a little help! Why don't you let me come along and help to put her in the mood?"
George's embarrassment came filtering through the telephone wires.
"No, I don't really think that's a good idea, darling. Not yet, at any rate. I thought she ought to graduate slowly, if you understand what I mean. It might shock her too much if she came into contact with someone of your experience right away."
Terri felt that, despite the man's apparent reluctance, he was aroused by the thought of having an aide in his seduction of the Swedish girl. And, furthermore, she could tell from his manner that George wasn't capable of objecting too strongly to her wishes. No doubt he was under her spell in some way, captivated by her, like all the other people she seemed to know.
"I'll be with you in twenty minutes," she announced firmly, in a voice that allowed no argument. "I'm sure you won't turn an old friend away-will you, George darling?"-
There was a moment's hesitation, then he sighed and said that he would be looking forward to seeing her. Terri chuckled as she replaced the receiver and left the telephone booth. It would be good to assert herself on someone who was apparently less confident than she was. After all, she reminded herself, I've been the meek little innocent so far; it's about tune I lived up to my reputation!
She strolled out of the art gallery, swinging her handbag carelessly, walking with a jauntiness that caused several heads to turn admiringly in her direction. For the first time, Terri understood what power really meant. It meant that she could make people do whatever she wanted; it meant that she was able to gain whatever satisfaction her heart might desire!
It scarcely occurred to her that she had undergone a tremendous change in her personality since the onset of her amnesia. Terri Foster was a different girl, a self-assured, highly sexed young woman who knew what she wanted and intended to stop at nothing to be sure that she got it!
While she was still conscious of the black-out her mind had suffered, Terri was now behaving as if the trauma hadn't happened. She had collected sufficient evidence today to realize that nearly everyone on the "in" scene-everyone that mattered, everyone with money, influence and fame-knew and admired her.
Why shouldn't she take advantage of this fact? What did it really matter if she had a big gap in her memory? The brooding, the torturous self-searching was over, Terri decided. She intended to get her kicks, and she couldn't wait to discover the further variations which George Lee and his Swedish girl might provide for her. She walked out into the fresh air and hailed a cab, giving the driver George's address, which was a very expensive, downtown apartment building on the East Side.
It had only taken a few moments for her to size up the attractive young man named George Lee. He was successful-a pop songwriter with three records currently riding high in the top forty-but extremely weak-willed. His mouth, the lips overfull and petulant, gave him away; and although George's personality and appearance were charming, easy-going and very masculine, he had wilted visibly under the direct, frank gaze which Terri fixed upon him and the authoritative tone of her voice.
He had introduced her somewhat reluctantly to Sonja, a blue-eyed young beauty with a slim figure who smiled prettily at Terri but was unable to meet the older girl's eyes for more than a few brief seconds. Obviously, she had heard a great deal about Terri's reputation, and knew what incredible sex orgies the fashion designer had enjoyed.
George's interior decoration showed the unmistakable personality of a bachelor who loved the good things in life and could afford them. They were at present in the living room, an airy, but low-ceilinged area, sipping a delicious Rhine wine. Sonja had slipped out of the room for a few moments and Terri had hurriedly whispered her plan of action to the unwilling but rapidly yielding George.
By the time the Swedish girl returned, looking demure and very, very young beside the two friends, Terri and George had formulated their plan. Or rather their campaign for her seduction!
Stretching herself languidly, Terri yawned. "I feel hot and dusty! Mind if I take a shower, darling? The weather is so sticky nowadays!"
"Go ahead," George invited. "You know where the bathroom is, don't you?"
Terri got up and cocked her head on one side. "Do you know something?" she announced, frowning. "I've completely forgotten!" Appealingly, she held out her hand to Sonja. "Come and show me," Terri pleaded. "We can have a little chat ... out of earshot! You know what men are, they get irritated by what they call girl talk."
They linked arms and left the room, leaving George to take a deep breath and wonder what the hell he had let the poor Swedish girl in for!
In the bathroom, Terri stripped off her dress while Sonja modestly cast her eyes down at the floor, pretending not to be shy and embarrassed by the informality of the girl's actions. During her short stay in the U.S., Sonja had quickly learned that Stockholm had been outstripped by New York so far as uninhibited behavior went. And for a girl who came from a small town, Sonja was receiving quite a few shocks from the philosophy and action around her.
Her eyes on Terri's ankles-not letting them stray higher up the girl's legs-she watched her new friend step into the shower stall. But Terri made no attempt to draw the plastic curtains. Sonja shrugged placidly. She came from a large family; feminine nudity wasn't strange to her, and the last thing she could have suspected was that Terri had Lesbian designs on her!
But when she finally raised her eyes and saw that Terri was still wearing her pretty, very tight fitting panties, Sonja frowned. The hot and cold jets were streaming down the girl's body, already making the briefs wet so that they clung even more revealingly to her hips and crotch.
"Excuse me," Sonja began timidly. "I think you've forgotten something, Terri!"
Shyly, she pointed at the wet panties. Terri glanced down at herself.
"Stupid of me!" she exclaimed. "Oh, dear, they're absolutely wringing wet! Oh well, there's no point in taking them off now, I suppose. I might just as well keep them on until I'm ready to wash between my legs!"
Terri tucked her fingers into the waistband and deliberately pulled the briefs up higher, making quite certain that they bit into the center of her cunt, revealing the division between her sex lips and showing quite plainly the puffy bulge on either side of the plump little mound.
Sonja blushed. She found it increasingly difficult to take her eyes away from the sexy, provocative sight of Terri's sweet and rather attractive pussy. And now that steam was rapidly filling the shower stall and Terri was tilting her head into the spray, her eyes closed, the Swedish girl stared almost hypnotically at the area of Terri's body where her panties accentuated the most intimate portion of her charms.
Later, Sonja couldn't remember at all how it came about that she stepped under the shower with Terri, first removing her blouse and skirt and unfastening her brassiere!
But, moments later, there she was, stripped down to her own, lace-edged panties, rubbing a large, soapy sponge across Terri's back and shoulders. The stall wasn't really large enough for the two girls; which meant that Sonja was forced to stand extremely close to Terri, their bodies touching, her pert and gently lolling breasts coming into unavoidable contact with the sleek, wet flesh of the older girl's back.
Terri had assured her that she always carried at least three extra pairs of spare panties, but the invitation to join the girl under the spray, keeping her pants on "for modesty," as Terri laughingly phrased it, was somehow too irresistable for the easily led Sonja.
She had to admit that the warmth and girlish intimacy of their position was rather exciting. Sonja giggled to herself, sliding the big yellow sponge over Terri's delicately curved shoulders and letting it rub firmly across the girl's chest. Terri seemed to be leaning back slightly, making Sonja hold her a little tighter in order to maintain her balance. But since the shared-shower had already taken on some of the aspects of a schoolgirl prank, Sonja merely put her other arm more securely about Terri's waist and they cuddled together, the Swedish girl's breasts now pressed snugly to Terri's back, the firm and sweetly rounded globes squashed lusciously!
Then, Terri was turning herself so that the spray hit a different area of her body. She judged her movement nicely, causing Sonja's hand-the one which was holding the sponge-to pass warmly across both her breasts. And as the Swedish girl twisted around with her, the slippery sponge fell almost inevitably through her fingers to the wet floor! Which left Sonja's open palm closing tightly around one of Terri's gorgeously moist titties!
"Oh, it doesn't matter about the sponge," Terri cried. "I'm sure you can help me to wash without it, can't you, darling?"
With her fingers straying curiously over the stiff bud of Terri's nipple, Sonja was too aroused to even feel embarrassed any more! She traced a slow, exploratory pattern with the tips of her fingers across the hard, svelte bump, making the red nipple move and wobble. It grew even harder, the flesh which surrounded the protuberance rising and falling beneath her cupped hand.
Time stood still for the girls as they reveled under the luxuriant warmth of the ever-falling water; Sonja slowly growing bolder, moving her other hand down over the flat of Terri's belly so that her fingers could caress the crotch of the older girl's panties.
But Terri didn't want her eager little partner to get overexcited before George put in his appearance. She waited until Sonja had begun, timidly at first, to worm her fingers down under the waistband; let the girl's digits fondle into the wet hair around her cunt, then sighed reluctantly and twisted around in Terri's embrace, forcing the girl's hands to fall away from her sex pants.
Terri kissed the Swedish girl's mouth, inserting her tongue between the wet, eager lips and tasting the luscious juice of Sonja's saliva. Their communication was simple and direct. Both girls wanted one thing only, and Sonja was too inflamed to think about the unusual aspect of their passion. Only half an hour ago, she had been trying to think of ways to thwart George's seduction. Now, wifh-'n a few minutes of meeting this famous and beautiful American girl, she had fallen so completely under Terri's spell that she thought nothing of doing the most warmly intimate things with her!
While they kissed, Terri's hands crept tenderly down Sonja's back until they reached the supple, nylon-coated buttocks. Warm and exciting, the mounds of ass flesh seemed to jut willingly into her palms-thrusting themselves out as if they couldn't wait to be fondled.
Skin-tight, the scanty little garment clung so anxiously to Sonja's ass that Terri had the greatest difficulty in peeling the lace-trimmed nylon away from the girl's buttocks. But she finally succeeded in exposing the cheeks, drawing Sonja's panties right down under the twin creases to leave the bare flesh exposed for her excited fingers to fondle.
Sonja performed the same service for her, gingerly lowering Vanessa's briefs around her thighs and then beginning to massage the rotund, warm-skinned buttocks with a pinching, kneading movement of her hands.
That was how George found the two girls!
He entered the bathroom, having waited the requisite number of minutes which Terri had instructed, and before Sonja even realized that he was observing their sexy embrace, the handsome young man had undressed completely and was ducking his head beneath the shower spray, one arm circling her waist, the other going around Terri's hips.
Sonja shuddered with shock. She tensed and tried to jump away from Terri, but there was nowhere for her to go! And Terri reached out and swiftly drew the shower curtains closed, leaving all three of them enclosed in the tiny area, with the spray still pouring down on their heads.
"You seem to be enjoying yourselves!" George remarked. He tightened his hold on the girl's waists and cuddled them closer, forcing Sonja to pass her arms around Terri once more. "You don't mind if I join in the fun do you?"
Without waiting for an answer, he began to stroke their hips, the easy-going and soothing caress quickly allaying Sonja's fear. She could feel the man's penis, not quite erect, the length of semi-flaccid meat beginning to throb and grow stiff against her thigh.
By the time George's hands had reached to their respective buttocks and he was fondling the two pairs of ass cheeks, the girls were kissing each other again. Seemingly oblivious to George's presence, they rubbed their breasts together and exchanged open-mouthed kisses, then tongues mingling sexily, their crotches starting to grind with Lesbian lust.
George fitted his fingertips smoothly between the cheeks of their asses. His prick rose to its full magnificence; the sensation of rubbing beneath two girls' thighs at the same time giving him a tremendous, throbbing urge. He found the entrance to their cunts, the wet, curved slit of the girl's pussies opening quickly to his probe and offering no resistance to his fingers when they began the glorious upward thrust into the tight passageways.
Terri and Sonja squirmed deliciously, opening their legs so that he could reach the depths of their crotches more easily, and actually started to grind their loins downward, urging him to frig their sensitive inner lips as much as he wanted, hastening the full insertion as if they were already in a state of ecstasy.
George kept his thumbs on the hard perimeter of their ass-holes, using his forefingers to explore the depths of their cunts, searching and twisting inside the hot, pulsing funnels and finding the tender tissues of skin which pulsed softly under the contact of his digits.
When all three of them were ready for more advanced intimacies, George slipped himself between Terri and Sonja. He took Sonja in his arms and clasped the girl tightly to his chest, putting his mouth where Terri's had been on the soft, slightly bruised lips that were still open and hungering for his kiss.
Silently, Terri reached over and turned off the shower. She smiled to herself at the ease with which Sonja's seduction had been accomplished, then prodded George in the back, reminding him that she didn't intend to remain out of things now that Sonja was a willing, melting bundle of desire.
He eased up a little and, still kissing Sonja's mouth passionately, lifted the girl up with his hands supporting her buttocks. As she felt him taking her weight, Sonja clung more tightly around George's neck and wrapped her legs around his waist, digging her heels into his buttocks.
Slowly, he carried the Swedish girl out into the bathroom. Large bath towels had been laid out in preparation for the orgy, making a warm, soft carpet for the trio; and after she had watched George caressing Sonja for a while, Terri joined them on the floor, lying alongside them and stroking their limbs tenderly.
The Swedish girl was moaning softly, her hands running up and down George's back feverishly as she felt his prick throbbing against her open cunt. The sweet torment was tearing her apart, though part of her ached to feel his rod inside her, but she was still apprehensive about being fucked while Terri observed them so closely.
Gently, Terri toyed with her breast and put her lips against Sonja's ear.
"You're feeling nervous, aren't you, darling?" she murmured. "Is this your first time with two people?"
Sonja nodded, opening her large eyes and moving her mouth from George's. She looked so pretty, Terri thought, so guileless and vulnerable.
"I'll show you what to do," Terri suggested. "You won't be so frightened once you've seen George fuck me.
And you can still enjoy yourself, you know. Let me show you how."
Seconds later they had rearranged themselves, Terri taking Sonja's place beneath George, while the Swedish girl nervously got down on her knees so that her cunt was positioned directly over Terri's face. George took his prick and placed it at the thick portals of Terri's cunt.
He was leaning slightly forward, his knees between Terri's thighs, steering the vibrant cock so that it sank slowly and satisfyingly into the girl's eagerly clinging snatch. With a faint sucking sound, the red-veined tool disappeared from sight, gulped down into Terri's sex-box, clamped by the powerful muscles of her vagina.
She savored the overwhelming relief she felt at the insertion; George gallantly driving his prick in and out of her slit with none of the teasing and bizarreness which her previous lover had displayed.
He fondled beneath her buttocks, lifting the cheeks high off the floor so that her cunt was presented to him for fucking in the most open and accessible position. With a steady, unchanging rhythm, George plunged in and out with his throbbing meat, giving her the benefit of every inch, letting his cock withdraw to the point of leaving her snatch altogether, then bearing forward once more, making the rod ride easily up into her liquid hole.
Terri responded with a lustful surge of her own pelvis, twisting her hips first to the left, then to the right as she aided the man in his efforts. George gripped her ass cheeks more tightly as the girl came to sexual life under him, squeezing the pliant flesh and letting her skin ripple deliciously beneath his groping fingers.
It wouldn't be fair to leave poor Sonja out in the cold, Terri reminded herself. She forced her eyes open and stroked both her hands up the inside of the girl's legs, feeling the soft limbs tremble with anticipation as her fingers got nearer and nearer to the top of Sonja's open thighs.
As they reached her crotch, Terri lifted her head so that her mouth was inches away from the sexy, slightly open slit of Sonja's pussy, and then she pursed her lips and blew upwards, the warm stream of air acting like a kiss on the girl's rawly displayed cunt gash.
A tiny dewdrop of secretion appeared at Sonja's naked slot. It trickled temptingly down the very center of her sex mouth, hung suspended for a few delicious seconds, then fell unerringly onto Terri's cheek. And before the pungent moisture had time to evaporate, a further half-dozen bubbles of love juice seeped helplessly from the panting girl's pussy, dripping this time straight into Terri's waiting, willing mouth!
The evidence of Sonja's lust fired Terri into an immediate closing of the gap between her mouth and the Swedish girl's cunt. She forced Sonja to sink lower on her haunches and bring that adorable, pink pearl of a pussy within sucking distance of her lips, then pressed down with the palms of her hands on Sonja's thighs, holding the girl rigidly in position while her mouth and tongue busied themselves at their Lesbian work.
Sonja's body was shaking all over with a combination of desire and revulsion. She knew that it was impossible for her to back out now, even if the raging itch in her genitals would permit it. The point of no return had been reached and passed a long, long time ago. But this notorious Terri Foster ... she was so cold-blooded, so corrupt ... so ... so, so heavenly!
Sonja gasped loudly as Terri's tongue entered right into her vulva and wiggled around inside the hot, throbbing regions of her cunt. She began to rock back and forth, the last vestiges of her self-control suddenly shattered under the stimulation which her clit was receiving.
Eyes clenched tightly shut, a constant moaning and breathing of Swedish love words corning from her lips, Sonja gave herself up completely to whatever designs George and Terri might have on her. If this was corruption, she thought deliriously, if this was bizarre and wild it was wonderful!
Terri was unable to distinguish now between the wetness of her own saliva and the moisture which was oozing out of Sonja's pussy! They had intermingled so finely, become so inseparable in her mouth and all around the fragrant and succulent lips of Sonja's cunt!
Terri breathed deeply of the fumes of desire which were issuing from the red meat under her tongue; teasing the tip of Sonja's stiff clitoris with an occasional dart of her teeth, working her lips every way as she strove to possess the girl and bring her to the ultimate climax.
George was fucking her more violently by this time. His cock thrust in and out with an angry, thrilling domination that made Terri shudder with delight. And his prick was now driving into the vise of her cunt from a different angle, the top side of his penis creating a terrific friction on the tingling nub of her clit.
George had let go his grip on her buttocks, wanting to use his hands for a more erotic purpose. He lowered her buttocks to the floor again, transferring his right hand to her left breast while his other hand reached out towards the wobbling sphere of Sonja's tit; wobbling, because the girl was now shaking up and down in a veritable frenzy, her head thrown back and her knuckles jammed into her mouth to stop the hysterical cries of joy which tried to escape from her lips!
When she felt masculine fingers on her nipple-tightening around the already ticklish and sensitive bud-Sonja nearly went out of her mind from the excess of stimulation. She struggled so violently that Terri had to struggle to keep the girl in position. Several times she nearly lost contact with Sonja's cunt; only maintaining the intimate connection by digging her fingernails cruelly into the Swedish girl's shuddering thighs.
George could scarcely believe his good fortune! Earlier, he had hoped it might be possible to seduce Sonja, knowing that his chances were probably quite slim. Now, he not only had the shy little darling in a state where she would obviously agree to anything being done to her, he also had the unexpected bonus of screwing Terri Foster again!
This knowledge increased his determination to give them both a long and memorable sex-session. George applied himself with renewed vigor to Terri's cunt. He increased his fucking speed, glancing down and admiring the hard-on which made his prick pulse with dynamic force as it sank in and out of the girl's hair-fringed meat-box.
At the same time, his fingers grew busier around both their nipples. He pinched and tormented the red points until they twitched and throbbed maniacally in his grasp; he shook them, making Sonja's and Terri's breasts bounce up and down, then from side to side, the creamy white mounds jiggling in an insane dance.
He could feel his cock and the hairs around the base of his penis saturated by Terri's juices. The girl must have climaxed half a dozen times so far, but she was clearly saving a lot of raw passion for the final orgasm. George remembered that Terri had incredible reserves of strength and her lust wasn't usually satisfied by just one fucking.
He kept grimly to his task, but beads of sweat were standing out on his brow by this time and he could feel his thick male juices gathering momentum in his testicles. Only by exerting a great deal of willpower did he manage to control the valves and keep his semen back.
Terri, meanwhile, was transported into erotic ecstasy by her present situation! She was at the center, the very heart of the trio. Her cunt, which was most important of all, was being well-fucked by this admirable young songwriter, and her tongue couldn't seem to get enough of Sonja's beautiful liquid cunt!
The girl's juices kept oozing into her mouth, and if-on occasion-the flow ebbed a little, it was the easiest thing in the world for her to give the hard clitoris a renewed tickling with the very tip of her tongue! Most girls were extremely vulnerable when it came to being caressed in that place, but Terri had quickly discovered that the Swedish girl went into paroxysms of delight if she so much as touched her clit! And Terri's fingers had also ventured upwards into Sonja's cunt slit, while she gave her lips a much-needed respite. Finger-fondling the wet slot was almost as exciting as sucking the girl's slit, Terri found. Particularly since Sonja was such a passionate, sensitive female!
Eventually, however, Terri's own lust grew so violent that she could no longer concentrate on giving Sonja pleasure. A whirlpool seemed to materialize in her mind, dragging her relentlessly into its center, where a whirlpool waited to plunge the last feeble remnants of her energy into a bottomless, churning chasm.
To resist the force was impossible. Terri slipped nearer and nearer to the edge-then toppled headlong into the pit, feeling her vagina burst into orgasm!
The stimulation which Vanessa's throbbing cunt gave to his cock, sent George far beyond any hope of controlling his orgasm. He drove his rod all the way up into the girl's juicy slit; let it remain there for a timeless eternity while it jerked and shuddered with barely suppressed violence; then released a tremendous gush of sperm which splashed and bubbled to freedom inside Terri's swollen sex-box.
In the same split-second that he started to ejaculate, George's forefinger and thumb tightened involuntarily around Sonja's nipple, pressing the tortured bud so strongly that they practically touched through the flushed skin!
Sonja screeched and her eyes were suddenly filled with tears. There was a terrible burning sensation at her breast, a fire that spread out through the fullness of her body and then found a great, pleasurable, feeling of almost ultimate joy as it settled in her cunt.
But the joy was an agony too, an agony of ecstasy that needed help to bring her the absolutely complete satisfaction she craved. Sonja began to pump her own cunt as quickly as possible, literally choking poor Terri with it, forcing it down on her face until the lips spread around Terri's nose, mouth and chin.
Again and again, Sonja squashed her genitals to Terri's face. And then she gave a loud cry of animal lust, a desperate and primitive screaming and howling torn from the very roots of her being.
Immediately, the Swedish girl found that an easing of the tension began to overcome her. Her uncontrollable pussy was giving out its final spasms of orgasm.
"Oh-h-h," she moaned with languorous delight, resting herself after moving off of Terri and putting her face right next to the American girl's as the three of them lay together exhausted.
George looked down at Sonja's nearby face and asked, Think you've learned something ... how to have sex with three?"
"It's so beautiful," Sonja sighed, rubbing her lips over Terri's soft cheek. "I like it. I love it. I was never made to have such a big orgasm in my life before ... not even to masturbate with myself. When do we do it again? Do we change places?"
"Not so fast there, my darling," George said with a chuckle, joining them for a gentle, three-way kiss of the lips. "The bathroom floor is getting a little too uncomfortable, and I think at least one or two of us are a little too exhausted for another sex session right at this moment. Later, when ... "
"Let's take a shower and then have a cigarette and something to drink," Terri suggested. "I always like to have that wonderful fresh and clean feeling before starting 'round two.'"
After bathing and slipping in to comfortable cotton robes and nothing else, Sonja volunteered to go make some coffee, while Terri and George were sitting in the den. The host sprawled comfortably on a couch as Terri looked around the room, admiring George's choice of literature, his good taste in furnishings. She felt very much at ease with herself for the moment. But, with her amnesia, there was always both the hope and the fear, now, that she would regain her complete memory.
"You know something, Terri?" George asked from his comfortable position on the couch. "I don't think I've ever really understood you. There you are. Here you are. Right now I can look at your lovely face and see the outline of your lovely figure through the thin robe. I've just made love to you. You come in and out of my life so erratically. I never know what to make of it. You can be cool and distant one day ... then you can be warm and loving ... like today. Who are you, Terri?"
CHAPTER SEVEN
Terri stopped in her tracks! She was stunned! She turned her face and walked to the window as if to gaze at the street scene below. She hoped desperately that George had not seen the look of sudden terror on her face. Did he know her secret? "Who are you, Terri?" was what he had said. He must know!
And then Terri realized how unduly frightened she had become. He meant the question in an entirely different sense. She was an enigma to George. He wanted to know why she had such different moods, and jumped in and out of his life so often, and with no apparent reason.
Perhaps, Terri thought, he might be the very one to trust with her problem. George was intelligent, seemed to be sincere, and definitely had an interest in her. She turned to him and smiled, then asked, "What would you do if you suddenly woke up one morning and found your memory gone?"
"What would I do?" George repeated. "Go back to sleep and wait for the hangover to wear off, I suppose!"
"I'm serious!" she insisted. "What if it really happened? If you couldn't remember your name, your past ... if the whole of your life was just a blank wall?"
"I can't imagine, darling." He reached for a cigarette. "Why? Do you know somebody who's been through that experience?"
"Yes." She recrossed her hands, trying hard to maintain her pose of outward calm. "Someone very close to me, as a matter-of-fact. She's still suffering from it ... total amnesia!"
"Well!" George grew interested in the subject at last. He sat up, his eyebrows raised. "What caused it? Was she on drugs or something? Did she have an accident?"
Terri shook her head, making her blonde hair shiver momentarily across her face. "That's the whole point," she told him. "She can't be sure what happened to her. Someone suggested that it might be the strain of living. She might have suffered a nervous breakdown because of the things she'd done, the way she'd been ... been behaving."
She was stumbling over her words, a light flush spreading over her cheeks as she got close to the truth. She saw quite clearly now that such a mental blackout was an almost inevitable result of her hectic, jet-paced sleeping around. And yet ... even though she had shown a definite obsession for this way of life, it still didn't seem absolutely natural to her. Terri couldn't really remember doing anything like this before; all the events of the day were still curiously strange, and yet she had thrown herself into the most bizarre and erotic situations without hesitation.
"Maybe your friend needs a jolt," George said carefully. "She ought to try jumping off the deep end. I've heard that's the best way of getting a lost memory back."
"What do you mean by that?" Terri asked.
"Well, if somebody is a raving lunatic, if they can't be reasoned with, if they're ready to commit murder, you can bring them back to their senses by throwing them in an ice-cold bath. Right? O.K., the same thing should apply to an amnesia case. You just have to find the equivalent of the icy water, a similar, shattering experience which will snap the mind back into gear."
"That's all very well," Terri objected. "But how do you find it? Something that is traumatic to one person might not have the slightest effect on somebody else."
George rubbed his jaw reflectively. Then he beckoned Terri to come closer. When she sat beside him, he took her hands gently and murmured.
"It's you, isn't it, Terri? You're the one who's suffering from amnesia, aren't you?"
"Yes, yes I am. But how did you find out? I don't look any different, do I?"
"Doris told me. I think she must have telephoned everybody in town and passed on the news. But don't worry. I doubt if anyone believed her! I certainly didn't," he told Terri briskly. "That sort of rumor goes around ever so often, along with the rest of Doris' gossip. Why should anybody think it was true this time? It wasn't until I saw the look in your eyes when you were telling me about your so-called friend that I realized."
Terri sighed a deep, weary sigh. "It was a big mistake to have told Doris in the first place," she said softly. "If I'd simply kept quiet, maybe I could have recovered on my own, without anyone finding out about it."
George shook his head. "No," he told her decisively. "You did the right thing, Terri. You can't recover from amnesia without some kind of help. You should have gone straight to a doctor, because amnesia doesn't just drop out of the blue, it's a protective mechanism of the mind, didn't you realize that?"
Her lip trembled. "No ... no, I didn't think about it that way."
"Yes ... it's a kind of curtain which comes down and blanks out an unpleasant memory or a trauma. If an event or an action is too horrible for the mind to cope with, a screening takes place. The only trouble about this mechanism is that it frequently blots out the whole o: one's memory, not just the unpleasant part of it. And that's what they call amnesia."
Terri frowned. "You seem to know a lot about it," she said. "For someone who writes songs for a living."
"You don't really think that I'm just a simple-minded moron who churns out nonsense lyrics and instant tunes for the teenage market, do you?" George asked her.
He patted her hand affectionately, remembering that Terri knew very little about him, apart from what he himself had just told her.
"I make my living that way," he corrected her. "But this is only a temporary thing; I've got plans for writing film scores, doing musicals, symphonies! I'm quite a highbrow, really! And if you don't believe me, take a closer look at the LPs and books!
Perhaps you're seeing me for the first time," he went on bitterly. "Maybe it took a dose of amnesia for you to appreciate who your real friends are! Believe me, they're not Doris and people like Jack Morgan or Don Glenn. You've got an intelligent mind yourself, Terri, only you never showed it to anybody! You always wanted to be the flippant, sexy fashion designer, contorting your body in some orgy or other when it wasn't high on drugs!
"I could see behind the facade, Terri! But you wouldn't let anybody tear it down, would you? Now ... for the first time in your life, you've had a chance to start again! You could have picked up the pieces, put them together in a different pattern. But what do you do? You throw the chance away! You go straight back to your old sycophants and hangers-on!"
Terri drew back from him, snatching her hand free and glaring at George.
"That's quite a laugh!" she retorted. "As I remember it, you needed no persuasion! You were as eager as me! And as for throwing my chances away ...
"How the hell do you know what I'm really like? m tell you something, George," Terri continued, her eyes flashing. "Everyone I've met today has been intent on giving me their version of what makes me tick!
"It doesn't seem to have occurred to any of you that you're wrong! That I'm totally different from any of your conceptions! Oh, you make me feel sick!"
She screwed her hands up into tight little fists, angry not only with George but with herself for once again confiding in a stranger. The only excuse she had was that everybody was a stranger to her! Terri couldn't know any of her alleged friends until her memory returned. And she still felt as far away from a cure as she had this morning.
Sonja reappeared then, carrying a silver tray with a coffee pot and three cups and saucers. She set the tray on an occasional table in front of the couch and poured the coSee; sensing the atmosphere of tension in the room and wondering how to ease the strain.
It was complicated for Sonja because of the fact that she was still feeling very sexy. Her hunger had been temporarily abated by the Lesbion experience with Terri, but she couldn't stop visualizing George's prick, imagining the wet, rigid length riding tightly into her cunt.
As she sipped at the strong, black coffee, an idea came to her. To carry it out required boldness and a shedding of all her inhibitions, but Sonja knew that her desire for the man's penis would enable her to see it through.
She got up and strolled across to the stereo equipment, looking through a stack of pop LPs which lay out of their sleeves on top of the record deck.
"Mind if I put something on, George?" she asked. "It will liven things up, don't you think?"
He shrugged. "I don't care," he answered moodily. "Do what you like."
Sonja selected a long-playing disc by a rock group. Most of the numbers were slow, bluesy, ballads, ideal for what she intended to do while it was playing. She set the turntable in motion and dropped the diamond stylus into the groove, adjusting the volume so that the room was suddenly filled with sound.
When George and Terri looked up, their faces startled by the unexpected level of the volume, Sonja began to sway her body in time with the music. She danced in a slow, decidedly sexy rhythm, her hips shaking so that the robe started to swirl up around her legs.
With a background of harshly-plucked guitars and the sulky, mean voice of the lead singer, Sonja performed a showy, gradual striptease; her fingers wandering over her body, now caressing the tips of her breasts, now moving down across her hips and rubbing briefly at the center of her crotch.
The girl was surprisingly good for an amateur, Terri thought. She was pouting her lips, transferring her gaze from Terri to George, then back again. Her shoulders writhed under the beat of the music. And as the drama of the song gradually built up towards a climax, she made her thighs shudder in sensual response, reacting to the half-shouted lyrics and the tension of the music by letting her head roll from side to side and fondling herself with a deeply passionate urgency.
When the second track of the record was playing, both George and Terri were sitting up and taking an intense interest in what Sonja was doing! She had already unbuttoned her robe as far as her waist, making her breasts swell out from beneath the thin, cotton garment; the rosy buds of her nipples showing themselves, then quickly taking cover again as she coyly drew the wrapper momentarily tight across her chest.
She was so excited by what she was doing that the reaction of her audience of two went unnoticed. Sonja began to shrug the loose robe off her shoulders. She was half-closing her eyes now, genuinely aroused by her exhibition, the feel of her own gentle fingers playing teasingly with the exposed portions of her flesh giving her a very special thrill.
Sonja slipped both her hands into the gap of the robe, reaching down until they came to the exciting texture of her stocking tops. She had changed into a garter-belt and nylons because she knew that George was very partial to such feminine attire. And she wanted to gain his approval very much, so very much!
The remaining three buttons of the robe kept Sonja's tummy and the even more thrilling parts beneath her belly hidden. But clearly, from the expression in the Swedish girl's eyes and the fumbling of her fingers, she was about to give them an interesting surprise.
Sonja didn't disappoint the couple! She kept swaying her body in time to the ear-deafening LP, fidgeting at her crotch, turning around and letting the robe fall completely away from her shoulders, only tightening it when the division between her buttocks started to come into view.
She faced them again, keeping her hands to her rear and moaning sweetly through her parted lips. When the preparations were finally completed, Sonja released the covering entirely, allowing the robe to slip to the floor with a gesture of abandonment, the material rustling deliriously down her stockinged legs. And she was rewarded by two simultaneous gasps of delighted surprise as Terri and George saw that Sonja had undone two of her garter clasps (one at the front, one at the back) and then fastened the two ends so that they passed under her thighs and were pulled up tight into her crotch!
Sonja's stockings were still held up by the two remaining garters, but the belt itself had been twisted around so that it was higher than usual and held very taut across the girl's belly.
The pink elastic of the strip which was now cuddling against Sonja's pussy forced the lips to open; squashing them widely apart and making the red-tinged flesh appear on either side of the narrow band. She posed with her legs spread generously, still twitching them in rhythm with the nonstop music which blared in a mounting crescendo from the twin stereo speakers.
Sonja was putting her entire soul into the dance now, her almost-naked body glistening with perspiration as she shimmied and gyrated to the beat. Her lovely white breasts shook like firm gelatine, topped by their peaks of red fire, the nipples bursting forth into magnificent full bloom as she lightly touched them with the tips of her fingers.
Beneath his own robe, George's prick rose in sympathy. It stuck upwards, a giant, bulging engine, throbbing hotly beneath the loose wrapper. Terri reached out to the obviously erect shaft and her fingers glided smoothly up and down it, slowly tightening so that the material pressed maddeningly into his cock; forming a kind of sheath for his hard tool.
While the mean voice of the rock singer pulsed through the room, Sonja twisted the sexily tied garter upward, making it bite even deeper into her slit. And, holding the elastic belt, she wiggled it with tremendous provocation-both up and down and from side to side-masturbating herself in front of the couple until her sex-juices made the pink strip moist and hot.
Terri could hear George's breathing as he stared up at the Swedish girl. He was panting with desire, his prick quivering in her hand to such an extent that Terri thought it must surely ejaculate into the thin cotton of his robe.
But George controlled himself. He sat forward on the couch, his eyes unblinking as they watched Sonja begin to turn in a slow circle; her bottom tight and shuddering, the twisted elastic of her garter almost buried between her white ass cheeks.
As she stretched her arms up in the air-still with her back to the couple-and started to bend deliriously forward, thrusting her buttocks out towards them, George firmly disengaged Terri's hand from his cock. He rose to his feet, the massive erection of his tool jutting out powerfully in front of his stomach.
Terri bit her lower hp. For the moment, George had eyes for nobody but Sonja. The once-shy and bashful Swedish girl had aroused him despite his prim lecture to Terri about her being obsessed by sex! He advanced toward Sonja, coming up behind the girl with his arms open. They encircled her waist. He brought his body tightly against hers, his stiff cock pressing into the divide of Sonja's ass, his hands creeping slowly up the front of her body until they cupped and squeezed on her breasts, fondling the soft tit flesh with insatiable fingers.
She leaned heavily against him, her head going back until it rested on George's shoulder. They rocked gently together; Sonja squirming her beautiful buttocks so that the cheeks gave his prick a sensuous massage. Then, as if unconscious of the fact that Terri would be able to see every movement they made, George and Sonja turned slowly around to face each other.
While one of his hands remained on her breasts, squeezing them tightly together, George slid the other one down to Sonja's crotch, rubbing his fingers over the taut pinkness of her garter and feeling beneath it the pulsing heat of her cunt.
Sonja pretended to be shocked at this advance; pressing her thighs shut and dipping one knee inwards to protect her pussy! Her breath quickened, though, and Sonja gradually gave in to the caress, relaxing her lovely thighs and supplicating herself to the man's wishes.
George explored down the center of the elastic, then examined the sides, slowly fondling his fingers along the puffy ridges of cunt meat which bulged out so temptingly, their plumpness unconstrained by the tight and unusual covering.
Neither of them could bear the titillation a moment longer. George skillfully loosened the knot which Sonja had tied in her garter belt and released her cunt from its snug bondage.
The elastic sprang clear, the clasps flashing, and Sonja gave a sigh of relief as her pussy was freed from the tight embrace. Quickly, George's fingers flew back to their target. He frigged his index finger up and down the swollen mound of her crotch, swiftly making it peel open.
His other hand came down to the girl's cunt, enabling him to take the lips and do whatever he chose with them. First, George rubbed them teasingly together, producing a stifled squeal of pleasure from Sonja. Then he pulled them wide open, showing the watching Terri the red mouth with its complex arrangement of lips within lips.
And then he opened and closed them, making the slot gasp like a fish out of water. The rapid movement of his fingers as he performed this action seemed to drive poor Sonja crazy! She felt behind her back, groped for a few seconds, then grabbed his cock, her hands snatching the robe and ripping the buttons off so that she could take the monster nude and raw!
George stooped down slightly, enabling Sonja to guide his prick under her thighs and make it rear upwards against the hot slit of her pussy. Gladly, she forced it between her legs, taking it with both her hands wrapped tightly around the glans, and softly closing her thighs so that three inches of the cock looked as if it was protruding from her own crotch!
"How do you like my prick, Terri?" she asked proudly. Her fingers stroked the tender pink head. "Isn't it handsome?"
"Yes!" Terri replied. She couldn't control a throaty catch in her voice, a sob of desire whch made her rise suddenly from the couch and fall kneeling at Sonja's feet.
Guessing what Terri wanted to do, the Swedish girl guided George's knob until it could be reached by Terri's searching mouth. And while Terri passed her hands up Sonja's body and caressed her breasts, the American girl opened her lips and closed them greedily around the crest of George's prick.
Terri's nose was pressed against Sonja's crotch, inhaling the perfume of her genitals, a rich sexy odor which wafted strongly from the girl's cunt. Terri burrowed her nose deeply into Sonja's pubic hair, moving it from side to side so that she could enjoy the flavor which issued from the bush more intimately.
Meanwhile, her lips worked noisily on the length of George's dick which was protruding from between Sonja's closed thighs. She sucked on it, her tongue caressing it and her saliva sweetly moistening the thick shaft. Terri could feel the rod burning beneath her tongue. It seemed to twist and writhe in her mouth, almost as if the prick had an independent life of its own.
The buds of Sonja's nipples were fiercely erect, growing stiffer every second under the massage of Terri's fingers. But although she enjoyed being in the center, the Swedish girl hadn't forgotten her desire to feel George's cock tucked safely up inside her cunt. And she began to move her legs apart once more, getting ready to change positions and get the man's dick all to herself.
The rock music, meanwhile, was still shattering the air. It pulsed into their brains, making the trio oblivious to everything but their activity with each other.
It was by mutual agreement that they finally adopted a position on the couch which suited all three. First, Sonja lowered herself down in dog-fashion; kneeling across the width of the couch with her bottom thrust pertly into the air. Then George crouched behind her, steering his rod carefully to the pretty pink hole which gaped between the girl's thighs. He rested his feet on the carpet, his knees bent, his whole body tensed for the first inward fuck.
But he waited until Terri got into position, squeezing herself down between the couple, her back supported by the couch, her head resting on the cushion so that her face looked up between Sonja's widely spread thighs.
While George transferred both his hands to Sonja's ass and started to fondle the cheeks, she guided his cock to the slit of the Swedish girl's quim, wiggling it about until the crown began to enter the wet, creamy slot.
Before she allowed it to disappear entirely, Terri first gave the rigid meat a rigorous frigging, rubbing it with the tips of her fingers until the glans quivered frantically and the corona around the crest glowed an even brighter shade of red.
From her vantage viewpoint, Terri could look up into the intimate scene and observe every aspect of George and Sonja's fucking. She could see, for instance, the throbbing bead of Sonja's clitoris; the quivering pink protuberance looking like a shrunken penis as it stiffly shook in anticipation of the oncoming prick.
As George urged his cock forward, clenching the muscles of his ass and boring up into the girl's tunnel, Terri quickly stuck out her tongue and gave the disappearing length a long, lingering lick!
Confronted by the powerful dangling sac of the man's balls, swinging lightly from the scrotum, brushing against her lips as they stretched upwards, Terri kissed the hairy testicles tenderly.
They moved back as George withdrew his cock and Terri's mouth moved lovingly along the slick coated length of his prick, her tongue tasting the juices which Sonja's cunt had leaked on George's penis.
He kept his rhythm deliberately slow, enabling Terri to lick his cock each time it fucked forward or backwards, feeling her lips suck quickly on his balls when the entire length was buried deep in the heart of Sonja's cunt, and then release them so that he could pull out of the girl.
George's belly was grinding against the soft roundness of Sonja's ass. And because he was still holding the dear, white cheeks firmly open, the heat of her anus could be felt burning on his abdomen; the hole rubbing intimately against his pubic hairs.
George was grunting urgently, his fingers making red weals appear on Sonja's buttocks as they pressed ever more tightly into the cheeks, his nails scoring sharply, his thumbs pinching ruthlessly into the sheer soft flesh!
The roughness of his fondling increased! George felt an overpowering desire to hurt the shy little Swedish girl. He wanted to hear her cry out for mercy, wanted her to struggle, to plead with him not to use her so brutally. He wanted Sonja to thresh her legs, try to break free; he wanted, in fact, to feel as if he was raping the girl rather than seducing her!
George slammed his cock harder and harder up into her cunt, uttering savage groans of pleasure as he felt the shock of his prick thrust through the tender tissue of her pussy. In and out, in and out-fuck, fuck, FUCK!
He was screwing Sonja so rapidly that Terri could no longer keep her lips on his prick! They kept slipping away from the crazily fucking cock, and she decided to move up beneath Sonja and give the girl's breasts a thorough sucking.
Something of George's mania to hurt Sonja communicated itself to Terri. She, too, felt a tremendous need to dominate the girl to prove her superiority, perhaps. And Terri, after she had wriggled herself upwards, her spine resting now at the rear of the cushion, her open legs stuck out over the edge of the couch, raised her mouth to the dangling, wobbling titties and closed her teeth around
Sonja's left breast, taking as much of the warm, fleshy globe into her mouth as possible.
Terri bit deeper and deeper, her sharp front teeth tightening remorselessly into the soft, tempting skin; continuing to maintain the pressure even when Sonja screamed for her to stop.
"Ohhh, Terri! Don't! My titty! Oh, please, you're hurting ... Oooh! Darling, it's not nice! It hurts too much! PLEASE!
Terri ignored the yelps and moans of pain which Sonja was making, grinding her molars into the flesh of the girl's trapped breast with morbid satisfaction.
When she realized that Terri intended to keep hurting her, no matter how much she protested, Sonja's face went white with terror. Already, she had sensed that George was fucking her with rather more brutality than was usual; and now, as Terri continued to bite on her breast, she began to wish that she hadn't tempted them quite so successfully!
Her terror turned to panic! Sonja suddenly lashed out at Terri, smashing her fist down into the girl's face, striking blindly as her fear turned into hysteria.
The blow landed on Terri's cheekbone-knocking her semiconscious. She fell back, her lips slithering away from Sonja's breast. And by squirming violently, the Swedish girl managed to draw her cunt away from George's prick, dislodging it and making him stagger forward off-balance.
The trio fell sprawling together, half on the couch, half on the floor. But although Sonja tried her best to escape altogether, Terri and her accomplice soon grabbed her and George pinned her arms helplessly to his side while he pulled her heavily down on top of him.
Sonja's face was contorted with fright, her eyes wide" with fear as Terri plumped down on the small of her back and knocked all the breath out of her body.
"No!" she gasped. "No more ... please, I've had enough! Why are you ... .? "
That was all she had time to say. George forced her thighs open with his knees, waited until Terri could take over the pinioning of her arms, then fumbled his prick back into her cunt, at the same time crushing his mouth over her lips in a fierce, bruising kiss.
Brutally, Terri snatched both of Sonja's arms behind the girl's back making the fingers reach almost to her neck. She used just one of her hands to do this, gripping Sonja's slim wrists in a vice-like hold. Then Terri eased herself off the girl, lying on her side next to the couple, and, with her free hand, commenced to spank the white cheeks of Yvette's ass!
Every time Sonja tried to resist, every time she made the slightest attempt to break free, Terri increased the pressure on her arm until, eventually, the Swedish girl learned her lesson and forced herself to lie on top of George and submit to her ordeal without struggling.
Terri made the globes of Sonja's ass shudder and wobble under the palm of her hand. She slapped at the cheeks until they grew rosy, feeling an agreeable tingling spreading through her fingers as they came into smart contact with the bare flesh.
'I'll teach you who is master!" Terri cried. Thwack, smack! Her hand descended harder and harder, landing in a slightly different place with each blow.
"You didn't like the way I was biting your titty?" she said grimly. "How about this, then? Do you like this any better?"
And her palm flashed through the air, scoring a direct hit on the underside of one pinkly blushing cheek, making the globe bounce slightly and expose the red gash of Sonja's cunt: where George's prick was now fucking in and out with equal vigor.
Within minutes, every square inch of Sonja's buttocks were stained crimson. The marks of Terri's fingers were imprinted in detail on the luscious spheres, and the flesh had grown hot and tingly under the sustained spanking.
Now that he had his hands free, George decided to ait Terri, help her to give Sonja's ass an even sexier punishment. He reached down the girl's back and dug into the mounds of well-spanked flesh, pulling them wide open. The cheeks, stretched tautly apart, revealed the deep valley between them and the dark hollow where Yvette's anus was situated.
Terri gleefully continued to slap the helpless girl, now aiming her blows so that they fell accurately on the little brown orifice which pouted and pulsed so sexily out of Sonja's ass crease.
She turned herself so that her hand could fall vertically on the girl's bottom, striking Sonja squarely down the hot exposure of her ass, curling her fingers slightly to make them fondle at the thin skin, no more than a membrane, which was pulled tautly by the open stretch of the cheeks.
Soon, Terri realized that her fingers were becoming very wet indeed by the love juice which was oozing from Yvette's cunt around the rigid engine of George's cock, keeping it well-lubricated as it also bathed Sonja's ass-hole with its warm, creamy moisture.
Terri decided to stop spanking Sonja (her hand was getting rather tired of the exercise, in any case!) and thought, that she might just as well frig the well-displayed orifice.
But she could see no reason why Sonja shouldn't perform some similar service for her at the same time!
She allowed one of Sonja's wrists to slip free, keeping the other arm twisted high up the girl's back. And before she turned the fingers of her other hand to the task of probing the Swedish anus, she made it plain to Sonja what was required of her.
Wriggling closer, Terri thrust Sonja's hand so that the fingers were forced to cover the bush of her cunt. She pressed them down. Then, just in case Sonja hadn't received the message, Terri raised one knee and opened her thighs wide, causing the lips of her cunt to ooze apart and Sonja's forefinger to sink thrillingly between them.
A little "friendly" persuasion, performed by increasing the pressure of the hammerlock and Sonja was quickly tickling three of her fingers deep into the flesh, giving Terri a satisfying cunt-fondling.
While Terri fitted her own forefinger into Sonja's anus and forced the digit slowly, steadily all the way to its hilt, George humped his hips up and down, making Sonja's body rise and fall in an uneven, lusty rhythm.
He could feel the hard, slim length of Terri's finger through the filmy membrane separating Sonja's ass from her cunt. It was rubbing provocatively on his cock, exciting it so that the stiff meat beat with furious power, making his penis twitch with every thrust he made into Sonja's pulsing pussy.
Despite the Swedish girl's discomfort, she was clearly in a state of advanced lust. Her naked belly squirmed intimately against his, her tongue responding avidly to the movements of his lips. George couldn't hold out much longer. He was practically on the verge of coming already. And when Terri stretched her remaining fingers down under Sonja's crotch and began to fondle his prick once more-lightly stroking the horny cock as it rammed in and out of the French girl's cunt-he surrendered to the urge and rocked heedlessly on to his orgasm.
Terri felt it first. The insane leaping of George's prick, the swollen meat pulsing violently as the come welled up and started to jet down the length towards its escape route.
Terri closed her eyes and let her fingers rest gently on the cock; feeling the sperm flowing steadily under the digits to erupt in a shower of hot stickiness inside Sonja's cunt. Her loins jerked backwards and forward, using Sonja's fingers to give her an orgasm, knowing that the girl was also reaching her climax by the way Sonja jabbed at the raw lips of her pussy.
The automatic record changer switched itself off. The cacophony of musical sounds was replaced by a simultaneous scream of ecstasy, a wild exclamation of bliss coming from Terri, George and Sonja, as all three of them rocked out their lust in unison, the cries fading gradually to be replaced by deep sighs of satisfaction and the wet sound of George's prick withdrawing from Sonja's cunt, and Sonja's fingers slipping out of Terri's satisfied pussy.
Terri then released her arm from the long and torturous hammerlock for the first time. Sonja grimaced in sudden pain when she tried to move her arm! She looked at Terri only to see a cruel smile on the girl's lips, then screamed in agony!
"It's broken! My arm's broken! Oh, help me! Help me ... please!"
Terri sat at her dressing table mirror applying makeup, a contented look on her face. "On the whole, Terri, dear," she talked aloud to herself, "I think you handled that very well." Of course, there was a big hassle with George when he discovered what she had done to Sonja. But Terri had apologized and promised to pay all the doctor bills, plus a little extra for living expenses if Sonja was out of "work" for a while.
There was nothing else that either George or Sonja could ask for. And although George had turned away in disgust, Terri knew that the incident would not be brought up again. It was over with. And she was glad.
All three of them knew very well that she had broken Sonja's arm deliberately, and that she had derived a sadistically perverted thrill from doing it. But money and fame ad done, the trick. For all his principles, George Lee couldn't afford to offend a girl in Terri's position. And Sonja herself seemed to have accepted her injury as part of the price she had to pay for mixing with the swinging and bizarre jet-set.
The knowledge that she could buy people off so easily made Terri feel enormously safe and secure. She finished with the lipstick and started to brush her hair; running the bristles through the long, freshly shampooed tresses and getting a sensual kick from the relaxing operation.
After she had left George's, Terri hadn't given her amnesia a second's thought. She was no longer perturbed by it. The remaining details of her past would return soon enough. And she felt confident that her lack of any tangible memory was purely a temporary situation. As Jack had suggested, it was probably no more than a sign of stress, caused by the fast tempo of her swinging sex life. In many ways it had been more of an interesting experience than an unpleasant one, Terri thought as she went over in her mind's eye the events of this crowded day.
She had been given a fresh look at what was probably quite a routine, uneventful ten hours or so, had she been in possession of all her faculties! With her past an apparently clean slate, Terri had been able to view everything with the eyes of an innocent. And most of the people with whom she had made contact today would have given their right arms for such an opportunity!
A slight twinge of pain in her cheek-bone made Terri wince. She peered closer into the mirror. Her makeup cleverly concealed the faint, bluish bruise caused by Sonja's fist, but, remembering the blow, Terri felt a small spasm of alarm.
A hard knock like that should have brought her memory back? She frowned, again uncertain of herself. Or was that an old wives' tale? Maybe there was no connection, especially if it hadn't been a blow which had caused the amnesia in the first place. But ... what if ...
The telephone shrilled into her ear, abruptly breaking the tension and driving the intimations of a strange and terrifying truth back into the dark corners of her unconscious.
Terri dropped the hairbrush, letting it clatter to the floor, falling from her nerveless fingers as she jumped with shock. Automatically, her hand went out to the receiver and she spoke her name in a blank monotone. It was Doris Tarleton.
"It was very rude of me to rush away this morning, darling," Doris gushed. "I can't imagine what came over me! Please say you forgive me, Terri."
"That's all right," Terri said dully. "I know you too well to hold grudges against you, don't I?"
"I hope so, darling! Anyway, I rang to remind you about my party tonight. I do hope you can come, Terri. It really won't be the same without you."
"I'm getting ready now, as a matter-of-fact. George Lee reminded me."
"Oh!" Doris sounded surprised and more than a little embarrassed. "You've seen George, have you? Does that mean your memory has returned, darling? Are you your old self again, Terri?"
"Not yet. But it's not bothering me any more. Incidentally, Doris-" Terri wanted to turn their conversation away from her amnesia. It was painful to think about it now let alone discuss it with someone like Doris. "-I understand that George is coming to your party as well?"
"Yes, that's right, darling. And he's bringing a cute little Swedish girl, too. I believe her name is Sonja. She's supposed to be-"
"I'm afraid Sonja won't be able to make it, Doris," Terri interrupted. "She had an accident this afternoon.
Her arm. It was broken rather badly while she was demonstrating a judo hold!"
"I see ... " Doris waited, expecting more details, but Terri refused to tell her the full story. "Well," Doris continued after a pregnant pause. "I'll see you later on then, darling. I suppose you know what kind of a party it's going to be, don't you?"
"I have a pretty good idea. Hope you manage to find a replacement for Sonja, Doris darling! It's too bad she can't come. She's really quite an interesting young girl!"
Terri replaced the receiver, smiling at the frustration in Doris' voice. Obviously, the Lesbian had been looking forward all day to Sonja's seduction! And although Terri didn't doubt that Doris would easily obtain another sex partner for the evening, she felt that she had succeeded in repaying the woman for spreading the gossip about her amnesia.
A few minutes later, Terri was putting the finishing touches to her appearance; lifting her dress up in front of the full-length wardrobe mirror and checking that her panties were completely buttoned! For she had discovered among the exotic underclothes in her wardrobe, a pair of black silk briefs which boasted four, one caret diamonds set in the buttons down their front! The first button was placed just below the waistband of the pants, the last one completely hidden under Terri's crotch! She hadn't been able to resist them. They might not cause a sensation among the sophisticated off beats she was certain to meet at Doris' swinging party, but Terri thought that she could certainly have a great deal of erotic fun with the exciting briefs!
The door chimes announced her cab, and Terri threw a big, cuddly mink cape over her bare shoulders and switched off the lights. She felt brimful of confidence, convinced that she could handle any situation which might arise.
She vowed that she was going to enjoy herself immensely and show ever one of her gossipy, needling "friends" that it would take a great deal more than a silly case of amnesia to get Terri Foster down.
CHAPTER EIGHT
The exclusive area of Manhattan where Doris' vast and expensive mansion was located boasted U.N. embassies, a few TV stars residences, and a general collection of wealthy socialites on the same order (on the outside at least) as Doris Tarleton.
It was almost impossible to see into any of the windows, partly because the houses were set so far back from the street, partly because of the high screen of shrubbery and trees that protected the famous occupants from peeping Toms and sightseers. Terri wondered just how much money Doris really had, and how she had collected it. She shrugged, assuming that her family simply left it all to her.
A servant bowed politely and took Terri's mink cape, then showed her into a huge drawing room, complete with a blazing log fire, concealed and flattering lighting, and the most erotic collection of oil paintings that Terri could imagine!
Vast canvases gazed down from every wall, set in gold frames and ranging from classical art to apparently modern depictions of near-pornographic sexual activity.
From hidden stereo speakers, evidently set in every corner of the room, came the sexy whispering of a young girl's voice; accompanied by muted strings, she was half-singing, half-speaking a song which went far beyond anything permissible for public performance. The lyrics were beautiful, poetic ... and completely, absolutely erotic! The effect of the all-around stereo reproduction was to give the illusion that the girl was actually in the room, a three-dimensional, live girl that you felt you could almost touch.
Terri noticed her senses prickle deliciously as she walked forward. The atmosphere enveloped her immediately in a sensuous, erotic haze, heightening her awareness of her physical beauty and the pleasure which one human being can give to another.
Doris' slim body was now dressed in a man's shirt and tie; her long legs covered by a pair of skin-tight leather pants, complete with zipper and a gem-encrusted belt buckle. She rose from her seat beaming, holding both her arms out to Terri as the girl drew nearer to the small group who were gathered around the open fire.
"Darling!" she greeted emotionally. "I can't tell you how pleased I am to see you!"
Doris embraced Terri warmly, pulling her into a tight hug, shamelessly putting her hands on Terri's buttocks and pressing the cheeks as she kissed the girl full on her lips.
Terri politely disengaged herself and looked beyond Doris to see who the other guests were. To her surprise, she found that she knew nearly everyone present!
George was there, of course ... so were Jack Morgan and Carole. Don Glenn gave her a rueful glance, then cast his eyes nervously away. The remaining two girls-an ash-blonde and a redhead, both of whom looked like show girls with their extremely low-cut minidresses and perfect figures-were the only strangers.
Doris took her hand and led Terri into the circle, ushering her to a seat beside the fire, where the flames were casting eerie flickers of red and gold across all their faces.
Rather than return to her own chair, Doris sat cross-legged on the floor between Terri and one of the girls, whom she introduced to Terri as: "Ruth, a very talented young lady!" The second girl, Terri learned, was Linda and they were both working as go-go dancers at a very exclusive night club.
It didn't surprise Terri to learn, during the course of conversation, that Ruth and Linda veered very much towards Lesbianism. They were bisexual but if they were ever forced to make a choice between one sexual partner and another, both girls freely admitted that they would select a female lover.
Following several rounds of drinks, it became clear to Terri that no more guests were expected and that Doris didn't intend to waste time. The discussions and topics of conversations were, in any case, almost entirely confined to sexual matters; and when, at a discreet signal, the maid dimmed the lights until they were practically nonexistent, she asked Ruth to dance.
It was the signal everybody had been waiting for. Immediately, Don took Linda in his arms and smooched the girl away from the firelight, gliding slowly with her, their figures growing more and more indistinct, seeming to melt into the blackness which existed just outside the reach of the flames.
Jack and Carole whispered together, then he smilingly offered the girl to George, giving her an affectionate slap on her bottom as the couple moved away in a tight embrace, their mouths coming together almost at once in a long, obviously tonguing kiss.
Jack slid down off his armchair and sprawled easily at Terri's feet. In the dancing light of the fire, his shoulder-length fair hair shone like spun gold; and Terri felt a sweet urge come upon her to touch and stroke it, the mane of flowing hair reminding her of a Viking god, a powerful, virile deity who would possess her as she had never been possessed before.
It was some moments before she realized that the cigarettes Jack had passed around had contained marijuana!
Half-intoxicated by alcohol, she had smoked it down to a tiny stub without thinking. And it wasn't until the familiar heaviness of her eyelids and the sharp increase in her sensory perception began, that Terri understood what she had been given.
"You must live on this stuff!" she murmured, lowering her hand to Jack's head and obeying the impulse to stroke his hair. "I bet you smoke it in your sleep, don't you?"
He grinned, moving slightly so that he could rest his head in her lap. Terri sank back in her chair and gently pressed the boy's face down, knowing that her short dress was riding up over her thighs, feeling his cheek resting warmly on the inside of her leg.
Jack snuggled closer, turning his head so that his lips could touch the soft flesh, and began to kiss Terri's thighs, burrowing between them, gradually persuading them to part. Soon, his hands were on the girl's knees, caressing them further open, and then slipping underneath them and moving up the sleek, full plumpness towards her buttocks.
Terri's skirt had been hoisted high over her hips by now. Her panties were the only obstacle between Jack's mouth and her cunt. And she waited to hear the boy's reaction when he discovered the big diamond studded buttons on them:
His lips found them first. After kissing up Terri's thighs, Jack's mouth moved hungrily onto the perfumed ridge of flesh where the girl's cunt was hidden. Surprised, he ran his tongue tentatively up over the row of buttons, then chuckled with pleasure as he realized that they weren't simply an expensive ornament; they were functional, they could be unfastened and would give him access to Terri's cunt without the necessity of first removing the girl's panties!
Jack slid his hands around her thighs and carefully undid one of the buttons. Through the tiny opening which it yielded, he pushed one inquisitive finger, making it explore the crinkly pubic hair and attempting to find the slit of her pussy.
The hole was much too small, and Jack withdrew his finger, then felt higher up the girl's crotch for the second button. He unfastened it; and to make quite sure that the vent was now wide enough, his fingers found and opened the remaining buttons, gently pulling the parted slit of Terri's panties and extending his tongue into the exposed pungency of her gash!
After he had licked her into a state of frantic desire. Terri gripped his hair and forcibly drew the man's mouth away from her cunt. She pulled him up on top of her, sliding down in the armchair so that her body was half on the floor, half on the cushion, her head resting on the back of the chair seat.
As she expected, Jack took command of the situation, cradling her neck with one arm and lowering her the rest of the way to the carpet, their bodies only a few feet from the blazing embers of the fire.
No sooner had they settled, than Terri's mouth was working furiously on Jack's as she tasted her own love juices on the boy's lips. Then they were interrupted by the return of Don and Linda!
They had already removed their outer clothing. Don was now wearing only his shorts, Linda having been stripped of her dress, bra and slip. Her panties were halfway down her hips, exposing most of her lovely ass. She giggled, her voice lazy and blurred as it struggled against the influence of the drink and the pot.
"I thought this was supposed to be a party! And parties mean getting acquainted, don't they?"
Linda sat down suddenly, her breasts jiggling sexily. "Whoosh!" she exclaimed. "I feel kind of funny!" Don went on his haunches beside her, his legs wide apart, and Terri could see that he already had a tremendous hard-on!
"Better be careful," she advised Linda. "He-likes to play weird games-really wayout, I mean!"
Linda giggled again. "That's all right with me," she returned. "Hey! Come on! What are you waiting for?" And she fell backwards, raising her arms above her head in an attitude of complete willingness; wriggling the top half of her body to make her breasts wobble invitingly.
As Don bent over her, she put one hand intimately on the inside of Terri's thigh. "You'll take care of me if he gets too dirty, won't you?" she murmured huskily, her fingers caressing the outstretched leg and moving right up to Terri's crotch.
Don rolled his body on hers, pinching and mauling at her breasts, fucking his prick up and down between her thighs, even though it was still enclosed in his shorts!
Linda received him without protest, but she kept her hand on Terri's thigh; pressing it between Jack's trouser leg and the girl's bare flesh. And although Terri assumed that Linda was preoccupied with her male lover, when Jack got up from Terri in order to remove his trousers and shorts, she stretched her fingers a little and proceeded to play with the lips of Terri's cunt!
Terri closed her eyes, shifting her body closer to Linda so that the girl could do whatever she liked to her pussy. After all, it didn't really matter if the hands that caressed her were male or female, she thought dreamily. Just so long as they were clever and aroused her in that special way she loved so much.
Jack took his time, watching Linda fondle her fingers through the slit of Terri's panties, his prick beating fast as he gazed down at the erotic spread of the girl's thighs, her pussy offered to any stimulation that might come its way.
He was about to join in once more when Don caught his hand. "Why don't we make a real grouping?" the TV star suggested. His voice was hoarse and shaking with desire. "I know a way to do it which will make us all happy! Listen ... "
When Don had finished whispering to him, Jack nodded. He hadn't tried a combination like that before, but he was always willing to experiment! Together, the two men separated Linda and Terri. They explained what they wanted to do, and although Terri had a moment's doubt about being intimate with Don again, neither of them raised any objection.
Terri was allowed to keep her panties on, because the novelty of the diamond buttons would provide Jack with some added stimulation! But Linda had to take her briefs off and submit to an intimate inspection by all three of her partners. First Terri, then Don, and finally Jack went down between her thighs and fingered the girl's cunt slit open so that they could probe the hot, sticky tunnel.
Don and Jack were also totally naked when they got into position: their pricks sticking up proudly in thick erections. Jack's knob perhaps an inch longer than Don's.
The girls suppressed a fit of giggling and arranged themselves in the most intimate arrangement possible for two females, the sixty-nine, face-to-cunt position. When they were settled, their hands clasping each other's asses, their mouths beginning to work avidly on one another's cunts, Don lay down behind Linda, cuddling closely to the girl's back, his hands passing under her arms to fondle her breasts.
He shifted until his cock went under her thighs, where it was promptly taken in Terri's fingers and given a healthy massage before the girl guided it towards Linda's cunt, the cunt which she was still kissing passionately, her tongue inserted into the top-most fold of the slit and working steadily on the girl's clitoris.
Jack took up a similar position behind Terri, letting Linda do for his prick what Terri was doing for Don's! It wasn't pushed into Terri's cunt right away, however. The selfish Linda decided to give the young prick a thorough sucking before permitting it to slide into the other girl's pussy!
She brought it through Terri's parted thighs, worked it so that the head came into contact with the wet hole, then closed her lips securely around the fleshy cock, holding it around the middle and maneuvering her mouth in the foreskin, thereby keeping her tongue close to Terri's pussy. At the same time, it could slide on and off Jack's tool.
As Don's prick rode higher up into her cunt, though, Linda gradually lost control over herself, she could feel Terri's lips as they drew the fleshy part of her pubis inwards, the girl's tongue flicking backwards and forwards across the sensitive, wildly stiff knob of her clit.
The sensation drained her energy, forced her to concentrate on the excitement at her genitals and forego the slightly milder pleasure of tantalizing Jack. And she drew her lips away, making room for the penis to enter Terri's liquid crack.
Linda could almost experience the tremendous relief which Jack felt as his tool gained on Terri's cunt and was quickly sucked up into the tightly gripping vagina. Her fingers stayed on the prick until it had fucked completely into the girl, and then Linda-remembering Terri's "button-down" panties-had a sexy inspiration!
Painstakingly, she fastened two of the buttons, one behind and one in front of Jack's dick! She felt him flinch as the hard little diamond's dug into his cock. He could only just fuck in and out of Terri now, thanks to the constricting pressure of the girl's re-buttoned pants. But the excitements he obtained from forcing his penis to thrust into the greatly narrowed entrance was ample compensation for his discomfort!
Pleased with herself, Linda applied her lips to Terri's pubic mound and alternately kissed and licked at the hard bulge, turning the strands of hair around with her tongue, swiftly making them wet with dripping saliva.
All of them, their nude bodies warmed by the open fire, rocked and twisted in a steadily mounting sexual rhythm. On the outside of the group, Jack and Don fucked solidly into the two girls, feeling their pricks caressed not only by the warmth and softness of a cunt, but also by the sensitive, tantalizing fingers of another girl! Sandwiched between the men, Terri and Linda breathed deeply on each other's pussies; sometimes licking, sometimes sucking at the areas of cunt flesh which weren't being used by the two fuckers.
The girl's breasts were receiving a nonstop fondling at the handle of her male lover, the men looking down over their shoulders so that they could watch their fingers delve into the doughy orbs of pliant tit, massaging, twisting, rubbing at the nipples to keep them big and stiff.
Doris and her new girlfriend, Ruth, who had left her clothes scattered all over the room; being undressed in stages by Doris as they smooched to the erotic music, approached the curiously complex quartet. They stood just outside the circle of fire light for a few minutes, Doris' hand rubbing thoughtfully beneath Ruth's buttocks.
"Would you like to be in the middle of that little group?" Doris asked suddenly.
Ruth wiggled her ass, feeling Doris' fingers pressing upwards into the crease and fondling deliciously at the back of her cunt and the moist channel of her anus.
"Oh, no, darling!" she protested. "I'd much rather be fucked by you, Doris!" Her mouth opened in a coaxing, little-girl expression of rebuke. "Of course, if you want to join in, Doris ... "
Ruth turned in front of the woman, hiding her view of the threshing, panting group. She stole her arms lovingly around Doris' neck, looking up into her seducer's eyes.
"You told me you had such a big prick upstairs in your bedroom, darling. Won't you show me?"
"It's not upstairs, Ruth! I've got it right here! Go and lie on the carpet near the fire. I'll put it on and come to you."
Licking her lips in anticipation, Ruth obeyed. She occupied herself by studying the orgy, even though she could make out very little of what they were actually doing to each other.
Doris returned. She had undressed apart from her shirt and tie. The white male garment reached only to her waist, however, drawing attention to the long, thick rubber dildo which was strapped tightly to Doris' loins.
Ruth gasped appreciatively. It was a superb imitation, the woman's slim figure and close-cropped hair heightening the realism, aiding the fantasy that Doris' cock was a natural part of her body.
The dildo was already lubricated, and after Doris had fondled Dorothy's pussy until the lips and vulva were creamy moist, she rolled on top of the girl and quickly guided the rigid rubber into her.
Meanwhile, oblivious to the newcomers who lay beside them, Jack and Terri, Don and Linda, writhed lustfully together. The men's cocks were being tickled unmercifully by the girls now, and a duel seemed to be in progress between Terri and Linda, each girl trying to make the man she was fucking and fingering come first!
And Jack and Don were equally determined that they wouldn't be the first to shoot off!
It was hardest for Jack to keep his sperm in check. Not content with buttoning Terri's panties around his prick, Linda had also thrust one hand between the couple's thighs and for the past five minutes her finger had been teasing his anus, penetrating the small back hole and then tickling around inside it, evading all his efforts to twist free.
When it came, therefore, Jack's semen shot out of his cock like an oil gusher! He jerked and shuddered against Terri's firm ass cheeks, shooting his prick in and out of the girl's cunt, biting hard into her shoulder as the sperm was wrung from his throbbing shaft.
Even Terri's cunt couldn't contain all the juice which Jack was pouring into her! It began to trickle and seep from her slit, where Linda pantingly lapped up the overflow, her quick tongue catching every drop and tossing it back down her throat.
Before she had finished drinking Jack's come she felt a dam burst suddenly in her own cunt!
Don was coming wildly, holding himself rigid with his cock buried up to its hilt, his balls slapping against the base of Linda's slit as he kept the steady discharge pouring into the girl's pussy.
Terri couldn't wait to get some of his thick sperm into her mouth! Before Don had finished she dragged his prick violently out of Linda's cunt and crammed it between her waiting lips.
After a split-second delay, the cock continued to ejaculate sending the final surge of cream straight down Terri's throat. Flecks of it appeared on the girl's mouth, running down her chin and dripping warmly onto her breasts. But she didn't choke or even gag at the mouthful of sweet cream. Her throat worked rapidly, swallowing until she had coped with the full discharge.
They all fell back in utter exhaustion, their minds reeling from the ecstatic experience. No one thought of continuing the orgy for at least another hour, even though they had the example before them of Doris and Ruth, whose lust still demanded satisfaction, whose bodies were still tightly joined by the penetration of Doris' dildo into the other girl's cunt.
Nobody but Terri was paying very much attention to the Lesbians. Don and Jack had fallen into a heavy sleep, their snores counter-pointing the steady slurping noise which the rubber penis made as it fucked in and out of Ruth's wet snatch. And Linda, a contented smile on her lips, was curled fetus-like and moaning softly to herself.
Terri felt her eyes drawn by a powerful, inexplicable magnet towards Doris and Ruth. She was lying diagonally to the fucked girl, viewing Ruth's face upside down. Doris leaned over her, fingers fondling the mammoth globes of Ruth's breasts, shoving the dildo in and out of her cunt, while Ruth turned her head from side to side, making breathless "oohs" and "ahhhs" of pleasure.
The embers in the fireplace were casting ripples of red tight across the girl's face, altering in some subtle, persuasive way the makeup of Ruth's features. They seemed to Terri to melt and become re-cast in a dramatic, Jekyll-and-Hyde transformation:
Her heart began to thud frantically against her ribs! She leaned closer, kneeling almost directly over Ruth's face, paralyzed with sudden fear, unable to tear her eyes away from the now-completed change in the girl's appearance!
"You bitch!" Terri screamed in sudden anger, somehow seeing her own features in Ruth's face. "You did it! You made me what I am! Only yesterday ... I was different! I was myself!"
Ruth and Doris were far too engrossed in their frantic sexual act to pay Terri any attention at first. They didn't even notice the crazed look of sheer hate and vitriolic anger in her glazed eyes. Twisting their hips in sexual rhythm, the stiff length of the slippery dildo was squishing with Ruth's juices and driving them to the crest of impending orgasm!
Terri groped toward the fireplace until her fingers gripped the handle of the poker and pulled it out of the fire, her eyes focused in like a laser beam on Ruth's face. Sparks showered from the red-hot, glowing end of the poker as Terri raised it over her head.
"You did this to me, Terri!" she screamed at Ruth, swinging the poker toward the girl's face with all her strength!
Suddenly, her arm was caught, as in a vise that had instantly clamped itself about her forearm and stopped the descent of her attack in mid-air. George had grasped her arm and twisted it around, sending the red-hot poker clattering to the tiled area in front of the fireplace!
"She deserved to be killed!" Terri shrieked madly, attempting to break loose from George's tight grip. "Terri's evil! She corrupts people! Look what she did to me ... her own sister! Her twin sister! She made me a pervert ... while I was trying to help her ... to save her!"
When the ambulance arrived to take her to Bellevue ten minutes later, everyone was dressed again.
"Why didn't she ever tell anyone she had a twin sister?" Doris asked the next evening as they were all gathered at her apartment. "Well ... what have you found out, George? You went with her to the hospital."
"Her twin sister, Tischa was there too," George replied solemnly, taking a long drink from his glass of iced Pernod before continuing. "It's such a ... a pitiful, tragic story. She had never even told Jack and Carole, and they had known her since she was twelve years old.
"They were identical twins-Terri and Tischa. And, of course, it was Tischa, projecting herself into Terri's role because of the traumatic shock that caused her amnesia, whom we saw all day yesterday. She was the fanatically religious one of the two. When their parents were killed in an auto crash, the twins were almost twelve years old. The authorities had no trouble in placing the highly moralistic
Tischa in a foster home that was overly strict and thought of all sex as sin.
"Terri was already a delinquent, so she went straight to the big state orphanage. After they were eighteen Tischa went to work as an 'evangelist' for some completely unorthodox religious cult out in California. And day before yesterday, she came to New York to 'reform' Terri, having heard what kind of life she was leading. Tischa had been waiting for Terri to get home from that party ... the one two nights ago. Terri had left her apartment unlocked, and Tischa was sitting in the dark waiting for her.
"Terri was pretty horrified when she saw Tischa. Terri had a conscience too, but she refused to accept it. Terri managed to slip some Vodka in Tischa's drinks, and then tried to make Tischa think that she really did want to change ... would change. She caught Tischa completely off guard. They cried together, hugged and kissed.
"Well ... we all know Terri. She managed to seduce Tischa. They had a great deal of sex that night which opened up to Tischa the reality that her sexual desires had been repressed. They made very wild and frantic love and drank a great deal.
"Both of them suffered amnesia. But the real Terri left the apartment with her sister's pocketbook and identification. She bought a shot of heroin and started drinking at some all-night clubs. The police found her the next morning sitting on a curb near Times Square ... out of her mind ... amnesia. She had been traumatized, felt horribly guilty that she had seduced her 'good' sister.
"And Tischa, unable to accept what had happened, suffered from amnesia too. At the same time, in her subconscious, she used Terri's identity in order to become a libertine herself."
"Are you really sure of all this, George?" Doris asked seriously. "I know she was ... well, different ... but I still had the feeling it was Terri whom I had sex with yesterday."
"I'm sure," George responded with determination, "and so are the people in the psycho section at Bellevue. I had a long talk with two psychiatrists and one psychologist there today. Both Terri and Tischa will be with them for a while."
"But what happens?" Jack asked, throwing up his hands. "Do we get our own Terri back? Or will she be changed? And what about Tischa?"
"Only time will tell," George replied. "There is no pat answer...."
