Gary's wife was young and intelligent, but she was also totally accepting of his adulterous ways. Participating in all of his orgies, Kim was the dangerous focal point of those secret gatherings by the seashore where the innocent were seduced and the not-so-innocent satisfied in whatever strange ways were necessary to them, all for the benefit of the wild couple.
The financial advantages Gary and Kim hoped to obtain from being; such good friends to their lascivious neighbors, their first successes and the accumulation of intense, new pleasures, that one wild summer, were enough to close their minds to the voices of reason and moderation.
There are no limits for them, no forbidden zones, and whoever happened to be Gary's mistress of the moment, automatically became also mistress of his wife. Both Kim and Gary were sure that they could always take it, that they could, in fact HAD to live in that fashion, until those they had involved became rebellious.
The ways in which the couple dealt with the problems that arose and which they themselves had created, reflected no more and no less than their complex and hidden natures over which they finally had even less control than over the will of others.
CHAPTER ONE
Vivian awoke with a start. The unfamiliar contact of skin against hers, the warmth of it, the enveloping, almost constricting strength of the man's arms around her made her want to cry out at first, but then she remembered.
It was Gary, after all, her own Gary! They had done most of those things together, during the night, that men and women do when they sleep in the same bed. Vivian had heard so much about it from some of her older friends but she had been quite unable to believe that it could be THAT good!
Oh, they hadn't gone all the way, not yet. Gary had used his fingers and his tongue, rubbing and exciting her between her legs, licking that hot, itchy spot, the little knob that grew a little, each time he touched it.
Over and over that wonderful, scary thing had happened to her that they call an ORGASM. Yes, Gary had made her come, lip had jerked her off and sucked her off for hours and she had really climaxed. Gary had explained it all before, so even if Vivian was a Hide scared, the excitement of it was too great for her to be bothered with being afraid.
"When we wake up I'm going to fuck you. little girl," he had told her.
Vivian had become quite frightened then. That was going all the way, after all, and she didn't know any kid of twelve who had done it. She was afraid her hairless little pussy would be much to small for that huge, stiff thing he had between his legs.
"You're not gonna shove it into me all the way, are you, Gary," she had whispered, knowing that lie was tender and gentle and would not dream of doing such a thing.
"Oh yes I am," he had laughed. "All the way in, all the way up your sweet little belly! By morning you'll be asking for it, you know. Don't you worry, you'll want it so badly you won't feel any pain at all."
And now it was morning. It would happen this time, it sure would, Vivian knew it deep down in her bones. This was Gary's house she was in, away from the city, the house on the beach where he was king. Vivian simply couldn't believe that he would call his wife to help, like he said, if she didn't hold still for it, but she knew that Kim was not far away. She knew that Kim knew, that she didn't mind, that she wouldn't come to her rescue.
Vivian was no longer sure that she WANTED to be rescued. She only knew that Kim must come into the room, that she must not see her like this, in her husband's arms. Even if she did not mind, Vivian knew she would be so terribly embarrassed ...
The little girl's fingers moved slowly, inching their way down across her belly and to that delicate spot of her anatomy that had been the source of so much pleasure a few hours earlier. It was difficult to move so that Gary did not feel anything, so that he would not wake up. She could see his handsome face turned to her, his eyes closed, the mouth she had kissed and had felt in her crotch half-open, the man's breath coming regularly and deeply.
Vivian felt between her legs and the itch came back instantly. Not really an itch, rather a kind of yearning that had to be satisfied, something she had known for a long time but had learned only now to deal with. Her ringers began to move slowly from side to side, the tips rolling across her tiny clitty. It made her want to put her finger inside and she used the middle one, the longest, stuffing it into her pussy until she could feel the resistance of her little membrane inside. Gary had gone quite (hat far with his tongue too.
Carefully she probed and explored the perimeter of her hole, feeling the tightness of it around her finger, and once more she was seized with doubts. No, no, it will never fit.
"Whatcha. doin'?" murmured Gary without opening his eyes. She looked at him, surprised that he was awake.
"Nothing ... " Vivian whispered.
"Nothing? Why, you're jerking yourself off, you little darling, aren't you?" he said softly and his face broke into a grin. The eyes opened just a little and Vivian could not help grinning back at him. Oh how she loved him now!
"Go ahead, go, baby, don't mind me," he said. He did not move one bit, just watching her face, just smiling at her. Vivian relaxed and began to masturbate in earnest.
From time to time, during the night, during their play, Gary had asked her to do just that. At one point he had even made her stand up before the full-length mirror in the little guest room and he had stood behind her. Together they had watched and his hands had roamed up and down her flanks, caressing her softly, deliciously, until she knew that she would come once more.
"See, see that?" he had said, "is there anything prettier to watch than a little girl with her finger up her tiny hole?"
But he had not allowed her to finish and had picked her up in his strong arms, carried her back to the bed and gone down on her, as he called it. That had been the first time he had used his tongue inside her twat and she had thought she would go plumb crazy!
Thinking of it was making Vivian feel hot and anxious for the man's touch, for his hands on her. As she masturbated she began to wriggle a little against him. Her knee touched him and she felt his prick move. Gary was getting hard, just as hard as he had been all night.
"This time you're gonna get it, baby, you know that, don't you?" he chuckled after a while, now completely stiff, but still lying still, without moving, without kneading and caressing her anxious little body.
"You really wanna ... wanna fuck me?" she whispered.
"Right up your little twat, my little angel." he laughed.
"And it's not gonna hurt?"
"Well, maybe just a tiny little bit ... "
"Then I don't want to!" stated Vivian stubbornly. She knew perfectly well that she wouldn't get away with it, but already the woman in her, the eternal actress who must tease a cock before she satisfies it, was taking over.
"Then perhaps you'd rather have me squirt everything down your throat, Vivian," said Gary quite seriously.
She was so startled that she forgot to move her fingers between her legs for a few seconds.
"Oh no! "she said.
"Oh yes! Why, sooner or later you're gonna have to learn how to eat cock anyway, and I can tell you're going to be good at it, I can just tell from looking into your eyes. You know that you've got horny eyes, Baby?"
Vivian giggled when he began grabbing her. His hand was pushing away hers, his fingers were taking over and she rolled on her back, spreading herself open to let him do what he had done before. Only this time he knelt up between her legs as he frigged her cunt and showed her the stiff mast of his cock pointing at her.
"You're not gonna do it," she whispered, feeling the juices flowing from her hole.
"Wanna bet?" he laughed. Then he was on her, mounting her, squeezing her in his arms, a fretting, squealing little girl who could do nothing to prevent penetration any more.
"Ouch! Ouch, I'm telling you!" Vivian hollered when he had done more than shove his glans up against her twat.
"Little faker," he told her. "Just you hold still now and we'll have you skewered in no time, you'll see! Why, you're practically dripping, you little bitch, so don't tell me you don't want it!"
There was a push, a long, hard shove that made the girl arch her back and hold her breath.
"I'm coming through, Baby," grunted Gary. "I'm coming right through now!"
The child cried out, releasing the air she had kept in her lungs, as if saving it for that very moment. There was a stabbing pain inside her. deep inside, but it lasted only for a moment. Pleasure quickly drowned out all other sensations and with the man deep in her, reaming out her little cunt, Vivian just lay there, beneath him, and it seemed to her that every shove of Ms loins, every lunge that sent his prick up into her belly, was pushing her up a ladder of pleasure.
"You ... you're fucking me ... fucking me ... " she moaned softly, her small hands running up and down his back, "you're giving it to me now ... Oh yes, yes ... you are, Gary!"
It was an almost mindless babble, just words gushing out because the pleasure was too much for silence.
"Tight little baby-cunt," grinned the man, pressing the smooth young body against him, "tight ... tight ... tight ... "
The narrow passage he was belaboring seemed to pulsate around his shaft, seemed to suck at him as if it were a strong little mouth. It sucked so hard that soon his sperm began to squirt, and as soon as the first drops were injected, as soon as Vivian felt the heat of it on her uterus, she climaxed with a series of wails that very much resembled the sounds a sobbing little girl might make.
"Pretty hot stuff, Gary, isn't she?" giggled Kim, stroking her husband's prick which had gotten totally stiff in her hand as he told her of Vivian.
"She's tops, absolutely tops," he nodded. "She's gonna be dynamite with our friends, you'll see."
"You're pretty sure she'll work out then?" Kim sounded anxious but Gary appeased her fears.
"I'm telling you, she's hot for it. When they're as hot as that kid, you can do just about anything with them. You'll see, darling, you'll see when you stick your tongue up her tiny cunny-hole!"
"Stop it, oh stop it," moaned Kim with mock-distress, "either stop talking about such things or stuff that cock of yours into me this instant!"
Gary laughed. With the girl upstairs, just fucked enough to whet her appetite for it, and with his wife yanking his prick and dying to get a little sex, the meeting of the two should really be most interesting to watch, he thought.
"You think she'll go for George?" asked Kim.
"If she's nut enough for the both of us, Baby, she'll do whatever she's told to do, you know how it is. Oh yeah, George will be in seventh heaven! No more hanging around grammar schools and massaging his prick through his pants until some mother chases him off with a pocket-book, this time it's gonna be the real thing for good old George! Do you know that he spent a fortune, last Summer, just to get his chauffeur to bring his little girl to him. She was almost fourteen, he told me, and all her father would let him do was stick his finger into her. He made her come a couple of times though, or at least that's what he told me."
"George is some weirdo when it comes to kids, isn't he?" laughed Kim.
"Can you blame him? You won't once you see Vivian. Why, I could fuck her for three days and nights in a row without coming up for air!"
"Yeah, but you can also fuck me, can't you?" said Kim. There was nothing but adoration in her voice, he thought, no jealousy, no petty concerns. Gary gave her bare buttock a loving pat.
"You know I can and I do," he smiled.
"Everything excites you, doesn't it?"
"I tell you what excites me," he grinned, "it's the two thousand I still owe good old George from last week and the four thousand from two weeks ago, and the way he isn't even going to mention the matter when I ask him to lend me another five grand at the end of this month ... "
"That IS exciting," purred Kim, standing up and coming to him. "Tell me more ..."
"You know all about it anyway."
"But I'd like to hear it again ... "
"Well, as soon as you get Vivian trained for women, you can be sure you won't be able to keep that snob, Helen von Schwartzkpopf away from our door. And she'll be eating out of our hands. You can be sure the rest of the crowd is in the bag. And then, Baby, finished, all that scrambling for crumbs, as they fall off their tables! Then we're going to have some real investors behind us and you'll see the Spencer Enterprises really getting somewhere. Resort hotel, eighteen-hole golf course, marina ... the works, you know. And nothing but the cream of the crop around here, nothing but our kind of people!"
"Our kind of people? I thought you wanted something better than that," Kim teased him.
"By the time it happens we'll be a different kind of people, we'll be rich, that's what."
"That stretch of beach next to our property isn't going to be for sale forever, you know," Kim said thoughtfully. She was pretty even when she wrinkled her forehead, thought Gary.
"That's what I keep saying," he grinned, "that's why we'll have to get a move on."
"And you think you're going to have the kid ready for tomorrow?"
"Tomorrow night? The Investors' Meeting as you call it?" he laughed, "she'll be ready all right, darling, for as long as you play your part all right."
"Have I ever let you down?" she pouted prettily, and Gary shook his head.
"You've been perfect. So far so good, you know. They're really starting to depend on us a lot for their good times, you know. And we both knew that Harriet and Betty wouldn't stay, that neither of them would work out in the long run. We know it from the very beginning. They were the real thing, you know, doing it for their own fun like the hippies they were and then clearing out when they'd had enough. That creep, Charlie, didn't help any when he brought his collection of whips over!"
"Don't let him feel you disapprove, Gary, not ever! You know the kind of weight he carries with the others. One word from him ... "
"I know, I know, and if you want to know the truth, I don't really disapprove. To each his own, I always say. What I was sore about was just that Harriet would have gone through another week at least if he hadn't insisted on shoving that whip handle up her twat. Gosh, the way he was fucking her with it, it really took some muscle to keep her down!"
"Come on now," murmured Kim. "stop talking about it or you're going to get me horny all over again. And we want to have a nice family breakfast with your little bunny, don't we?"' "We sure do." grinned the man and, his wife's objections not-withstanding, slipped his hand under her nightgown and up, between her legs.
"What are you talking about," he murmured, fingering her quite deeply, "what's this about getting horny? You're already creaming, you sweet little whore ... "
"Stop it! Stop it this instant, Gary, or you'll have to take those pants right down again!" She was playfully beating his arms with her fist and was giggling at the same time.
"Not a chance, Baby, not a chance," he told her, "I want you nice and wet when you meet Vivian ... "
"Creep!"
"Slut!"
"You love me"
"Adore you ... come on, time for breakfast."
Kim stepped away from her husband when he removed his hand. She was breathing heavily, her full, firm breasts going up and down. Her dark eyes were sparkling.
"Tell you what," she said softly, "I'll go upstairs and get her. You don't have to bring her down, I'll just make friends by myself, O.K.?"
"O.K.," he nodded happily. Whatever was brewing in her inventive and somewhat complicated mind, Gary knew it would be in his interest.
He went into the kitchen and closed the door behind him. If he gave Kim the slightest .chance of seeing him feel up Evita, the Brazilian girl they had hired last month, she would just forget about their new guest and hang around, watching and egging him on. And Gary intended to feel up Evita's round little ass and pinch her tits a little until she stopped protesting. Why she still protested was beyond him, since Evita knew she'd be turned in to the immigration authorities the minute she left her job here. Evita's presence in the country was quite illegal.
Kim bravely resisted any temptation of following her husband into the kitchen, concentrating on the task ahead. She selected a long, flowing nylon housecoat that fell nicely off her round, white shoulders and gave her luscious mane of black hair one more casual toss. Then she went up to the third floor.
There was a pause of two, three seconds, after her soft knock at the door. Then a tiny, almost frightened voice said, "yes?" and Kim pushed the door open.
Their eyes met in silence, the dark eyes of the woman, the blue eyes of the child. Vivian had put on white shorts and was wearing a red bikini top. In her bare feet, the pouting little mouth half-open, she really was a lovely grade-school girl.
"I'm Kim," said the woman softly after a few seconds. She smiled and the girl's face brightened too.
"I'm Vivian," she whispered. Then the pretty little baby-face twitched as if she were going to burst out laughing. Indeed, the formal introduction struck her as terribly funny, just then.
Kim then opened her arms wide, rather dramatically, as a mother would to welcome a long-lost child. Her head went a little to the side and her mouth was all tenderness, softness.
Quietly, head bowed, Vivian came to her and allowed herself to be enveloped by those soft white arms, held against the woman's warm breast.
"My little Vivian! Oh I am so glad, so glad!" Then Kim released the girl and took her by the shoulders.
"Let me look at you, child! Why, you are splendid, simply splendid! Oh yes, I AM glad! What a delight you are ... "
Vivian's face became red with pleasure and embarrassment. She swallowed hard, cleared her throat and then, rather hoarsely told Kim that she too was very beautiful.
"What a sweet thing to say," gushed Kim, pulling the girl once more into her arms. "What an absolutely sweet thing!"
Vivian again held still, wincing a little in that embrace, but only inside, where Kim could not see it. She felt somewhat overpowered by the woman.
"We ARE going to be friends, real good friends, aren't we?" Kim smiled now and took the girl by the hand. She patted it and looked into Vivian's eyes, searching, probing, until the girl nodded vigorously.
"Oh yes, yes Kim, we are," she murmured.
"Not just because of Gary right? Not because we both love him, my darling, I hope we are going to be friends because we shall like each other for what each of us is, isn't that so?"
"I ... I hope so," nodded Vivian.
"I-know so!" exclaimed Kim. Then her face became girlish, mischievous, almost a little sly as she put one arm across Vivian's shoulders and started pushing her toward the door.
"Tell me, he's good in bed, isn't he? He's got such a gorgeous prick, when it stands up. hasn't he?"
"Oh yes, yes," gasped Vivian, her face turning a deeper shade of red. And she hated herself for blushing. This was exactly the way it was meant to be, this openness between them! Would she ever be able to rid herself of all those puritanical prejudices her parents had tried to instill in her? For a moment Vivian hated herself.
"I mean ... you're not just agreeing with me to be polite, are you, darling?" insisted Kim when they already going down the stairs. "I was just a tiny little bit worried about whether he had treated you right because he was still getting an erection so quickly, when he came down to our room ... "
"He was great! Really great!" said Vivian and had to swallow again. Then she added bravely, "why he made me come three times ... "
"Three times? Now isn't that nice!" Kim had said it as if Vivian had told her about some award she might have gotten for show-and-tell, in school and Vivian felt frustrated. She still wasn't saying the right things! She had to watch it, Kim was certainly very sophisticated.
"He ... he ... " she stammered.
"Yes?" Kim's interest seemed to return.
"He fucked the living daylights out of me," grinned Vivian, almost defiantly.
"He made you cream, didn't he?" giggled the woman and stopped. Vivian felt a little more approval this time.
"Boy, did he ever!" she exclaimed.
"Well, he must have been excited and thinking about you when he struck it into me, a little later," said Kim. "He started when he told me how he took your cherry.
"He told you ... ?"
"Of course darling, of course! Why, he told me EVERYTHING!"
"Also from before?" asked Vivian, her heart beating a little faster.
"Before? Oh you mean before he brought you here? When you sucked him off in the car? "
Vivian nodded. She really had wanted to deny it but that would have been wrong, with this woman it would have been terribly wrong. Oh, se was so glad that she was able to admit everything! Even those furtive dates she had had with the man when she had not known that Kim Would welcome her, when she had felt so terribly guilty about everything ... Oh how marvelous that all that was over now! But she still had a lot to learn. Like getting rid of that awful feeling of shame, deep inside, to have Kim know every detail, down to that thing she had done in the car ...
Kim smiled at her, all sweetness and light.
"You're not very good at cocksucking yet, are you?" she purred.
"Well ... I ... I've never before ... I mean ... "
"Oh, don't feel bad about it. I was lousy myself, for quite a while. To tell you the truth, Gary gets so excited when it happens he doesn't take the time to teach it well. I really learned doing it with a gardener we had once, you see, a very nice black man with a dong from here to there! And he just simply had to push it in all the way, you understand, ALL THE WAY, or it didn't count."
Kim laughed lightly as she recalled that memory. She was going downstairs now, her beautiful shoulders thrown back. Vivian followed, two steps behind.
Kim. Gary's wife, she thought. Gary's wife cheated on Gary. Cheated? Stupid vocabulary. She sucked the gardener, that's all. And Vivian realized that Kim was free, deep inside, to a degree she had yet to learn. Oh, but she wouldn't, not ever! Not another man than Gary, never!
"Pity old Joe isn't around any more," said Kim when they had reached the ground floor and turned to the girl. She patted her cheek.
"You would have liked that long, black dong of his! Oh, but don't worry, they have a new beach boy now, down at the club, and he's hung ... Well, you'll find out soon enough ... "
Vivian decided that it could wait, that there would always be time to explain to Kim that she had no intention of doing anything with anyone but Gary. It could wait.
CHAPTER TWO
Gary was sitting in the sun, leaning back in his chair, the soft-boiled egg, the toast and coffee still untouched before him. His eyes were smiling when the two women approached.
"Well, so you've met," he said. "Now isn't she something, Kim? Isn't she everything I told you she was?"
Kim went to him and kissed him on the mouth.
"You pick the best, darling," she said. "After all, you picked me, didn't you?"
Then she went to the chair on his right and sat down, nodding and smiling at Vivian to invite her to her own seat. The brown-skinned Brazilian maid, a girl with enormous sad eyes and small delicate Negroid features, bent over the table to pour the coffee. When she filled Vivian's cup the little girl looked up and it seemed to her that the maid had been crying. There was a shimmer in those beautiful eyes ...
When Evita turned to go back to the kitchen Gary turned also, very quickly, and his hand just reached her behind. It was a very light, playful slap, but the girl uttered a frightened little cry and jumped forward, running off the terrace without looking back.
Vivian stared at her lover, not quite believing what she had seen. Then she heard Kim's soft, amused laugh and she believed it even less.
"Still scaring her, are you?" said Kim lightly.
"Just a little more time and she'll come around," replied her husband. "Why, just before I got my finger all the way up her asshole, in the kitchen!"
"Funny I didn't hear any screaming!" said Kim.
"Well, my other hand was across her mouth, if the truth must be known," laughed Gary.
"Don't you think you're starting at the wrong end?"
"Why? You know she's a virgin. Would I pop her cherry against her will? Not on your life. Just let me get it up her ass first, you'll see, she'll beg me for the rest."
Kim laughed and Vivian looked from one to the other as if she were watching a ping-pong game. Then she met Gary's eyes and quickly looked down. What a cold look he had given her!
No, no, she must not show any distress, she had no right to mind! It was his right, his absolute and full right as a free human being, wasn't it? Only she felt a little sorry for the girl. What if Evita didn't want to ... ? Well, like he said, he would "persuade" her. Oh well, coming from where she came from, the poor thing probably still clung to all sorts of silly, old-fashioned beliefs! And Vivian was beginning to understand how difficult it might be for some people to shake such beliefs ...
Still chewing on the last piece of buttered toast in her mouth, Kim now reached over the table to take her husband's hands.
"Remember what you promised love?" she asked him when she had swallowed.
"Would I forget?" then he turned to Vivian.
"Kim wants to know all about you, you know. Telling her just isn't enough. After all. seeing is believing, isn't it?"
"What do you mean?" she asked, a trembling smile on her lips.
"Why, I told Kim I'd fuck you in her bed this time, and then, when she's good and horny from watching us, I'll save something for her too. Whaddya say, feel like screwing?"
"I ... Oh Gary ... I mean ... "Yes! ... I meant to say yes, of course! Anything you say!"
"Oh no, only if you really want to."
"I want to!"
"Then pull down your shorts to begin with. Kim is just dying to see how your pussy looks. All hairless, you know ... "
"Here? On the terrace?" Vivian cast a worried glance in the direction of the kitchen and Gary smiled.
"Evita? Oh come on baby, she's just a domestic, after all. You can't have secrets in front of them, you know. And besides, anything that'll help that poor thing come out of her barbaric state of mind.,."
Vivian rose to her feet. She took a deep breath because she had. been told that this could help avoid blushing. Then she slowly unhooked the top of her shorts, looked her lover straight in the eyes and suddenly, very quickly. pulled everything down, shorts and panties together. Then she straightened up and stood still.
Husband and wife both stared at her in silence. They were looking only at one thing, the softly jutting little vulva, plump and naked and split by the pink little gash that ran down between Vivian's legs. Then Kim pushed away from the table and stood up. Slowly she came around to the girl and slowly she put her flat hand on her belly. Vivian stood stock still and closed her eyes.
Kim's hand pulled slightly upward, stretching the silky skin until the girl's clitoris jutted out a little, between her cuntlips.
"Beautiful, ... it's beautiful." the woman whispered. "Oh darling, darling, I do hope you gave it a good, thorough sucking! Why it DEMANDS sucking, a sweet little baby-clit like that!"
Yes, he had sucked it, though! Vivian, feeling sudden wetness pour down into her crotch. Oh had lie sucked it! And then had come the Last penetration of the night, deep and straight and fast, and she had climaxed and howled with pleasure ...
"It's a great cunt all right." murmured Gary happily. "Come here, Vivian ... come, I'm, going to kiss it just a little, before we go inside."
"Wait ... not yet," whispered Kim. "Just let me look for a second. Oh look, look! Oh I WAS right. I just knew I could smell that wet pussy of hers, look! It's starting to dribble now!" And her finger shot out, scooping up a tiny, creamy droplet that had begun to roll down along the inner surface of the girl's thigh. Vivian looked up at that contact and then she saw Kim's face, very close to her own, the smiling, sensuous mouth, the finger ... and then Kim stuck the finger into her mouth and licked it.
"Mmmmmm ... " she said simply. Vivian whirled, turning away from her, and clasped both hands to her face.
"Oh no ... " she whispered.
"What's the matter darling?" asked Kim softly and put her hands on the girl's shoulders. She could feel them tremble violently.
"What's the matter? Gary, do you know what's the matter with her?"
"Oh nothing, darling, nothing. Don't worry about it. Let's just get her into bed and lemme start on her, you'll see how she gets when she warms up."
Then he was at Vivian's side, holding her arm, leading her slowly, tenderly into the house. They went upstairs, one flight, and into the large master-bedroom.
There was the smell of Kim on the bed-sheets, sweet and feminine and penetrating, even though it was so light. Vivian stopped, trembling even more than before.
"Maybe she doesn't want me around just now," said Kim, her voice cold, almost cutting.
"Oh no! No! Vivian whirled, her eye� wide and frightened. She must not offend Kim, never!
"You sure now?" asked Kim skeptically.
"Sure, sure Kim ... please stay ... Oh Kim, you are my friend ... "
"All right then," shrugged the woman. "But I'm going to make myself a little more comfortable. You can bet your life I'm not just going to sit there and watch you fuck without having a little fun of my own!"
"Don't make yourself come though," warned Gary, smiling, as he tore off his clothing, "I want you nice and horny for later!"
Vivian watched them both strip. For some reason, she couldn't say why, she was unable to take her eyes off Kim, especially watching the large, brown-nippled breasts, breasts such as she herself had desperately wanted when she was only eight watching the milky whiteness of the woman's body, splendid and supple, as she stepped out of her nightie.
"Well? You like what you see?" asked Kim proudly, cupping one breast and running the other hand up and down her smooth, flat belly.
"You are beautiful," murmured Vivian. Then Gary's hands were on her and he removed her bikini-top.
"Look at that now," he said, "look at those sweet little tits, darling! Look how small she is all over ... "
Vivian was indeed small. Delicate, fragile, her arms were beautifully proportioned, her legs long for her size, but she was no taller than any average twelve-year old. Naked, she looked totally vulnerable, she looked like a little girl about to be raped.
"Sweet ... " murmured Kim and her hand moved forward slowly, very slowly. Between thumb and index finger she pinched one nipple, very lightly, and her lips became pursed as for a kiss.
"Do ... do you want to ... to kiss it?" asked Vivian, her voice trembling. Kim looked up.
"She'll be all right, Gary, quite all right," she murmured, and then she leaned forward, bent slightly, her arms delicately holding the little girl, and she placed her wide-open mouth against Vivian's left nipple. There was a slow, warm suction against the sensitive young breast. Vivian moaned.
Kim's tongue began to move. Back and forth it went over the tiny tip of the nipple, milking it swell and harden. From behind, Gary caressed the other breast with his hand, fingering it and teasing it into a state of such excitement that Vivian's legs began to shake and buckle.
"Ohhhhh ... Ohhhh please ... " she moaned, sinking back against her lover's chest. Softly he let her down on the bed and Kim followed, leaning down more and more, placing her hands on the sheet on either side of the girl, her head moving slowly as she now went from one breast to the other and back again. Then her mouth left Vivian's chest and her tongue flicked over her stomach, over her belly, into her navel.
"Gary ... oh Gary ... " sighed the girl, reaching for him with both arms as he bent over her.
"What is it, my darling?"
"What ... what is she doing to me?"
"Don't you worry, baby. It feels terrific, doesn't it?"
"Oh yes ... yes ... "
"That's all that counts. Forget your prejudices, right?"
"Right Gary ... Oh yes, yes, right, right ... "
Gary moved forward now, coming from above her head. Vivian looked up and saw his flesh, the underside of his totally rigid cock, the heavy balls dragging down the sack of skin that held them. Her nostrils flared as she received the male, exciting odor of him.
"Do you want me to ... to ... ?" she began.
"Sure baby, sure. You're going to suck on it. I'm going to give it to you, just lemme bend it down to your mouth. See how stiff it got, just from my looking at you naked?"
The big, turgid glans hovered above Vivian's eyes. His fingers were pressing it down, his body moved over her, and then it was coming straight at her. Vivian opened her mouth.
At the very instant the fleshy knob was pushed into her mouth, .Vivian's back arched and she would have cried out, were it not for the mass of maleness that kept sliding in, further and further. Her legs bent, kicked, her body bucked furiously, for at that very moment something incredibly soft and strong at the same time had quite suddenly bored itself into her body, far below, where she was wet and hot and itchy. It was Kim's tongue, sharp and experienced, that had been thrust into her defenseless cunt, deep inside, and now it was much too late for her to do anything about it because there were a thousand tongues of pleasure shooting out from that woman's tongue, entering her body from below and reaching to her brain.
Vivian's hips shuddered, rose and fell, and her hands moved up to hold the prick in her mouth. She grabbed it at the root, squeezing and massaging it, moaning through her nose as she sucked.
The terrible, wonderful caress between her legs stopped suddenly and she felt cold there. Her legs opened wide and her crotch twitched, begged ... nothing came to its rescue.
"All right, you better fuck her now, or you'll shoot your wad down her throat," she heard Kim say. Vivian's mind no longer understood the words, her body only knew that everything was suddenly withdrawn from it, that the prick that had felt so wonderful, strong and smoother against her tongue, was slipping from her mouth. Vivian whimpered like a child, tears of frustration rolling down her cheeks, and then she smiled again. There was hardness between her legs, muscles in her arms, the weight of the man pressing her down into the mattress, covering her, smothering her.
Vivian could not see the woman's firm, knowing hand, as it seized Gary's shaft and rubbed the glans into the girl's dripping wet cunt. She could only feel a strong caress that stimulated her clitoris, that ran down into her gash and came up again, down again, not yet into her ... up again ... and ... Oh yes ... yes, inside!
"Ahhhhh ... AHHHHHHH ... " she screamed, her toes curling upward and her feet kicking wildly when the long, thick prick was shoved into her vagina with one hefty thrust. Then it began to pump.
There were sobs of pleasure on Vivian's lips, stifled after a few seconds by the man's entering tongue as his mouth covered hers. Vivian wanted to scream, wanted to tell the world that she was going to come, but all she could do was moan.
She thought that she had reached the very peak of her pleasure when it suddenly became even greater, for something firm, agile, insistent, had entered her bowels.
Kim was fingerfucking the thrashing, whimpering girl's asshole with one hand and beating herself off furiously with the other.
"That's it, little girl ... that's the way ... let it come, baby ... Oh yes!" she whispered, staring at the only thing she could see Gary's contracting, pumping buttocks. But she could feel more, much more, down below. How wet everything had gotten, she thought! Oh the juice these young ones can pour out of themselves when they come!
Kim bored her finger into the twitching, contracting asshole and held it in for as long as the orgasm lasted, turning it from side to side, and when she could tell that it was over she began furiously to claw at her husband's thighs and buttocks to get him off the girl.
"You came, you bastard, I know you came!" she shouted, and when he rolled to the side and his prick snapped out of Vivian's hole, there was indeed a thin white strand of sperm running from it to the tip of his tool. Kim grabbed for his shaft, milked it quickly, squeezing out whatever was left inside, smack into her open mouth. Then she threw herself on Vivian's crotch.
"Let her, my darling, please let her," murmured Gary, kissing the girl's eyes and then her mouth. But Vivian was not about to defend herself in the least against the woman's onslaught. She smiled happily, sighed and opened herself wide to the furious tonguing she was receiving.
"Push a little, baby, tighten your muscles to make my cum run out of you again," advised Gary. "She's going to drink it, you'll see. She loved to drink from a cunt I've just filled up."
"Oh Gary ... " groaned the girl, moving her loins to the woman's caress. "Gary ... this is so filthy ... so horribly filthy ... ' At the same time she was smiling and sighing with pleasure.
"And you like filth all right, don't you?" he chuckled. "You love having your cunt eaten out by a woman, you didn't know that, did you?"
"I didn't know ... I didn't ... Oh Gary, Gary ... you know what? She's gonna make me come again ... right now ... she is, I'm telling you, she's going after the stuff, way inside me ... Oh Gary, hold onto me because it's happening HOW ... NOW ... NOWWWW ... " A shrill wail broke from her lips as she bucked again, thrusting her cunt against the burrowing face between her legs, and then her eyes turned upward in their sockets and she went limp.
"Well, how do you like that," grinned Kim, looking up from her task, Vivian's cunt-juice glistening on her lips and cheeks, 'whaddya know, the little slut came so hard she's passed out!"
She moved up on the bed and stretched out next to the girl. Gently she put her arms around Vivian, cradling her against her chest until the girl started to sigh and smile again.
"Nice?" she grinned down at her.
"Mmmmmmmmm ... "
"Kiss?"
Vivian no longer hesitated. Her chin rose, her lips parted, and with all the strength left in her body she hugged the woman arid forced her tongue against Kim's when it entered her mouth. Gary slid down and began tonguing his wife.
"You better be sure you can get another erection immediately, you bum," laughed Kim, "before you start sticking your tongue in there! Oh boy, if you let me down after all this, you'll see what happens!"
Eagerly, Vivian clung to the woman.
"Kim," she whispered, "don't worry ... you know, if he can't, I'll do it to you ... I'll make you come with my tongue, just like you did it to me, I promise!"
"You're sweet," grinned Kim. "But let's see about that cock of his. Any luck?"
Vivian sat up and craned her neck. Then she shook her head sadly.
"Not yet," she said.
"There's one thing that would get it up in a second," whispered Kim. "Shall we go and try?"
"Oh anything ... what is it?"
"Evita. Go and get Evita. He hasn't had her yet, he'll get an erection just from seeing her naked. Go ahead, fetch the little goose."
"Oh. but she won't want to come," objected Vivian.
"She won't? I know she won't want to, but isn't that all the more exciting? Oh come on Vivian, you know what I mean!"
"You mean like raping her?"
"Not quite. If he gets stiff enough to rape her, believe you me it's my own cunt that's going to get it! No, this time let's grab her and strip her and get her over here. And if she hollers he'll only get it up faster. Come on baby, you and I together, we shouldn't have any trouble at all!"
She had spoken in whispers while Gary, with her thighs around his ears, was stroking himself bravely and working up a storm with his tongue.
"All right, all right, forget it," said Kim now. wriggling away from him. "Just lie down and rest, old man!"
"I have to go pee, I'll be right back," whispered Vivian while her lover stretched out on the bed. Kim watched her little ass bounce as she ran to the bathroom and grinned.
"Terrific, darling," she said, caressing Gary's face. "She'll do just about anything."
"I told you she would," he smiled. "Listen, I can pick them. Still waters run deep, you know. Right from the start, from the first time I stuck my finger up her twat, in the car, I knew she had potential. Let's just see how she'll stand up to that wild crowd, Darling."
"She'll be all right, you'll see. And if not, well ... Can you see that kid turn on us after what she's been doing with us? She might want to run, but she won't make a stink. They never do, they would be much too ashamed. The thing is to get her going little by little, with the others, although the way she's been acting with us, it shouldn't be too hard."
Vivian returned from the bathroom and Kim struggled to her feet.
"Where are you going?" Gary wanted to know.
"Just relax, will you?" smiled Kim and took Vivian's hand. "Are you ready for a bit of fun, baby?" she asked the girl. Then she led her out of the room.
In front of the kitchen door they stopped and Kim put both hands on Vivian's shoulders, looking into her eyes. She spoke in a low voice, almost a whisper.
"You are going to help me with Evita now. my darling, and you are going to enjoy everything we do with that girl, isn't that so?" Then she kissed her young friend, hugging her fondly when she felt the excited shudder that ran through the young, supple body.
"We're not going to hurt her or anything, are we?" asked Vivian, her voice tremulous.
"Naw ... you'll see. We're going to get her excited, that's all. For Gary, remember that. It's all for Gary. You DO want him to have pleasure, don't you?"
Vivian thought she was beginning to understand the kind of love Kim had for her husband, this totally selfless love that she also expected Vivian to give him. She was young enough, idealistic enough, to be capable of such selflessness. If Kim could do it, so could she, she decided. And if she was willing to sacrifice herself totally to the one she loved, what did the stubbornness, the silly modestly of some other girl really matter?
"Evita is probably resting in her room by now, on the other side of the kitchen," explained Kim. "We shall go to her and you will watch me and listen to me. Don't say anything, don't do anything until I tell you to, all right? I think I know how to handle her kind."
Vivian nodded. Then she followed the young woman as she stealthily walked through the kitchen and to the door of the maid's room.
Kim opened it softly and smiled. There, before them, Evita's bare shoulders, frail and trembling, were emerging from beneath her blanket. She was lying on her bed, her face turned to the wall, and the desolate little sounds, half stifled, that came from her, the uncontrollable twitching of her shoulders, were sure signs that she was crying.
Kim softly sat down on the edge of the girl's bed and when Evita whirled, surprised by this unsuspected presence, the woman touched her cheek softly, gently.
"Poor little Evita," she murmured, her face gentle and tender. "Poor little girl ... "
The black eyes darted from Kim to Vivian and back again. Evita did not seem very much reassured by the sight of these two naked females. Obviously she had not received many kind words from Kim, in the past.
"Senhora ... " she whispered, "what you want from Evita?" She flinched when Kim leaned forward to kiss her forehead, but then she relaxed somewhat, closing her eyes. Perhaps no one, since she had left home, so far away, had touched her with kindness, thought Vivian.
"I wanted to talk to you about my husband, Evita," said Kim. "About the things he does to you."
"Oh Senhora ... " whimpered the girl, tears coming to her eyes, "Senhora, is not my fault ... I swear, Senhora ... "
"I know, I know," laughed Kim softly. "I did not come to reproach you for it, believe me. On the contrary, I wanted to tell you that it was all right, that you mustn't worry on account of me. Look, he has been sleeping with my friend here, don't you know? And do I mind? You know I don't."
"B-but ... but Senhora, he your husband!" exclaimed Evita.
"Sure he is, and that's why I want the very best for him. Now why don't you relax a little when he touches you? He can be very nice if a girl cooperates, believe me."
Evita closed her eyes and put her hands before her face in shame. She began to sob again.
"I really don't understand you," continued Kim, totally unconcerned by this reaction. "After all. you must be a very sensuous girl, with those full, sensuous lips you have ... Didn't anybody ever tell you that you have the mouth of a whore? Why, its MADE for sucking on certain things that grow between a man's legs."
"Oh please, Senhora ... please ... " whimpered the girl, trying to turn back to the wall, but Kim held her shoulder.
"You could be such a wonderful little whore if you only tried," she insisted, then turned to Vivian and winked.
"I ... I am virgin, Senhora!" Evita finally exclaimed, a note of outrage in her voice.
"I don't believe it!"
"I swear!"
"Let's see that!" said Kim and suddenly yanked the blanket away from the trembling girl's body. Evita was wearing nothing but her bra and minuscule red panties that Kim now tried to pull down.
"Isn't she lovely, I mean absolutely lovely, for a little virgin?" laughed Kim, "do you really believe a girl who looks like this can go without being fucked for years and years?"
"No, no," murmured Vivian, taking her cue from Kim arid shaking her head.
Kim was struggling with Evita, trying to get her hand into the girl's crotch. Vivian knew what was expected of her and resolutely she rushed to the bed and grabbed both of Evita's wrists, pulling them back and holding them while Kim pursued her investigation. Evita's arms were trembling so that even the 12-year old could immobilize them.
"Hold still, you silly ... will you hold still now?" Kim admonished Evita. "Why, you're not going to make a fuss with another woman, are you? Look, if you are truly a virgin, as you say you are, then I will see to it that Gary doesn't pop your cherry, that's a promise! But I have to be sure ... "
Tense, trembling, tears streaming down her cheeks, Evita finally submitted to the probing of the young woman's fingers. It was a slow, delicate little operation, the parting of pink cut-lips, the insertion of one fingertip, just beyond the edges of the hole. Then Kim moved her finger slowly, in a small circle, pressing down on the girl's tiny clitoris with her free hand and massaging it almost imperceptibly.
"Whaddya know," she smiled, "she's really got it! She's a little virgin, Vivian. A pure little virgin. But you know something else, darlin? She's getting quite wet for such an innocent virgin. Aren't you, you little faker?"
Vivian realized that Kim was doing a lot more than just examining Evita. She was in the process of giving the girl one of her expert, gentle hand-jobs, something Evita was totally unable to deal with. She had stopped crying at last and, with her eyes tightly closed, she was I beginning to wiggle.
"Take off her bra and suck on her tits a little, | Vivian," said Kim. "There's nothing like it to heat up a silly little virgin, believe me."
"They were large, totally round and firm boobs on that slight young body. The nipples were dark knobs, already hard with excitement when Vivian's tongue began to play with them. Vivian would never have suspected that the taste, the feeling of female nipples against her tongue could be so pleasant. She could tell that her cunt was definitely becoming wet.
"Sure, baby, sure ... " murmured Kim, masturbating the maid with a little more energy, "sure feels good, doesn't it? But don't worry, it's like I said. You won't have to give it to Gary. You'll just suck a little, between his legs, won't you? And I'll be caressing you at the same time, just as I am doing it no ... just like this ... like this ... and this ... there ... "
Kim's left middle-finger was flying lightly over the swollen little clitty that had emerged from in between Evita's cunt-lips. Never once did she lose contact, even when the girl's hips began to dance on the bed.
Kim pulled her finger up, across the girl's slit and clitoris and showed it, glistening, to Vivian. Then she laughed as Evita turned her head to one side and began to sob with shame.
"All right, all right, we're not falling for that scene any longer, you can be sure of that," she told her. "Come on Vivian, help me get her out of here, I should say she's more than ready for a little cocksucking, aren't you, Evita?"
Firmly she seized the maid's right arm, just below the shoulder, and yanked her up. Vivian, somewhat more hesitant even though she had become quite excited from watching Kim's performance, grabbed the other arm but it slipped from her grasp when Evita began to struggle. Moaning with terror, the dark girl twisted from side to side and this time Vivian took hold of her more firmly, using both her hands, and they pulled her off the bed.
Evita staggered as she was dragged across the kitchen and then upstairs to the master bedroom. Her olive-skinned naked body, slim and luscious as she struggled, reflected itself in the full-length mirror on the other side of the bed and as if she had realized the effect it must have on her tormentors when she saw herself in it, Evita suddenly stopped moving. With her head bowed, her chin pressed into the top of her chest, she stood before Gary. She was trembling now.
"Well, there she is," laughed Kim excitedly. "Something for you to play with. But remember, just play! No fucking yet, she really IS a virgin ... "
Gary leaned across the bed and put out his cigarette in the ashtray on the little night table. Then he moved his hand over to where Evita's neat black bush was.
"No!" she cried out and squirmed, but the two women held her in place.
"Hurry darling," urged Kim, "get your fingers in there, she must still be wet. You'll see, pet, I really got her creaming." With a grin she watched her husband's prick grow stiff quite suddenly as he bored one finger up between Evita's trembling thighs.
"Watch out, don't bust it darling," warned Kim when she saw how eagerly he burrowed.
"Remember our dear old George!"
"Don't you worry," he chuckled. "Just lemme get a good feel of that virgin cunt-juice ... come on, bring her a little closer and I'm going to stick my tongue up her twat!"
Vivian and Kim had their hands full, holding the whimpering girl when Gary grabbed her thighs from the sides and began nibbling at Evita's crotch.
"You'll never get it in like that," said Kim. "Come on baby, you know how you must hold her!"
Gary nodded and then his fingers twisted into her bush, grabbing the short hair and holding it fast, pulling the maid forward with a little jerk that made her cry out in sudden pain.
"Open your twat for me, sweetie," he laughed, "open it real nice or I swear, I'll rip every hair off your cunt!"
Vivian, still holding Evita's arm, lowered herself to her knees. She stared, fascinated, as she saw the long pink tongue which had already given her so much pleasure, slip into the slender crack just beneath the bush.
"Ohhh ... ohhhh ... please ... " moaned Evita.
"Please yes, or please no?" giggled Kim. The girl did not reply, she did not elaborate. Her knees bent a little, opened, and she shuddered as the tip of Gary's tongue played into her gash. They all knew that Evita was succumbing to her own sensuous nature now. And Gary licked, sucked, dug into her with his tongue, until she cried out, her lovely young body jerking up and down so that she had to be held in place, and when she slumped between the two, so that they had to push her unto the bed-to avoid dropping her on the floor, Kim announced with great satisfaction that the little virgin had had an orgasm.
CHAPTER THREE
"Two more hours and they'll be here, and look at that bitch!" raved Kim as she rushed from the terrace.
"What ... what?" grunted Gary who was sitting in a deck-chair and he looked up from his newspaper.
"Can't you see? Slow as molasses, your fuckin' little whore, that's what she is! Will you look at that girl move?"
Gary looked up and grinned. Evita was putting plates on the buffet table, on the terrace, stacking them up neatly.
"Everything will be ready on time darling, why don't you just relax a little?" he shrugged. "Have you seen Vivian?"
"Oh that one! Still up in her room, getting herself ready. Honey, I just hope she doesn't get cold feet at the last moment ... She's really quite new at this."
Again Gary tried to appease his wife, he reached out and drew her to him. Then he kissed her hand and fondled it for a few seconds.
"Vivian is one girl you won't have to worry about," he assured Kim. "After the way she's been cooperating ... "
"You mean with Evita?" asked Kim, somewhat calmer now.
"I mean with Evita, with you, with me ... Darling, she's going to be perfect. Can't you see she's in love with me?"
"Well ... at least she thinks she is, you conceited man you," smiled Kim. "Did she really get the idea, about tonight? Does she know what you expect of her?"
"I told her my future was at stake. Mine, yours, hers. One for all and all for one and all that jazz, you know. She might be shocked at first, especially with Charlie, but is she's kept excited long enough, she'll wind up enjoying his antics yet. For as long as he concentrates on Evita, of course and not on her!"
"And what if he decides he likes Vivian better?" asked Kim.
"Well, what then?" grinned Gary. "What if he decides he likes YOU, my love?"
"Me? Would you let him, would you want me to ... "
"Would you want me to stop him, under the circumstances?" asked Gary and raised his eyebrows. Kim looked down, shaking her head slowly.
"I guess I'd put up with anything ... just this once at least. You really think you're going to get them to sign?"
"Not all of them, perhaps. I'm not sure about Helen, she's pretty darn good looking and I'm sure she can find her fun wherever she wants to, not just with us. But the others, yes. Look, I intend to make it very plain to them, cards on the table. Either we get going with that resort idea, or we'll sell out what we've got and pull out. That's it. Then let them try and find what they want in some dingy whorehouse, Baby! Cash on the line!"
"This too is cash on the line, isn't it?" grinned Kim.
"Less direct, darling. Why, they can keep the illusion, and after all they'll be making a real investment, they're not going to pay a whore for a night's performance, they're going to pay me for a complete life-style!"
"The Fuckorama-by-the-Sea!" laughed Kim.
"Nice name for it," laughed Gary, "but just plain 'Spencer Beach' will do just fine, for the time being."
"Spencer Beach! Oh darling, if it could work the way we planned it!"
"It will. Membership dues, stiff ones of course, and admission only after thorough investigation. Nobody would be admitted unless they're willing to compromise themselves to such an extent that we can be sure of their discretion. You know, filmed sequences of the candidates in action, and all! I can see our way to paying back everything we get from our future charter members, tonight, within two years at most."
"You really want to pay them back?"
"Better than having to share everything with the bastards, don't you agree? That will be spelled out in the contract, you'll see. My option, after one year, to continue them as partners or to start paying off. We can't lose."
"For as long as your talent lasts, baby, just for as long as you keep bringing in the broads ... " Kim kissed her husband's lips and smiled at him. His uncanny ability when it came to seducing young girls and even women with experience who should know better was a deep source of pride to Kim. She knew only too well that he was using them, that his love was only for her. Kim felt sorry, in a way, for any married woman who clung to the conventional idea of what life with a man should be like. Kim loved things as they were and looked forward to the way they might yet be.
The French doors leading out on the terrace opened and Vivian stepped out of the house. The couple in the garden looked up at her and smiled as she waved to them.
Vivian would be perfect, Kim decided. She had been completely cooperative, completely understanding, and now she was wearing that silly little playsuit, all pink with blue polka dots, that made her look as if she belonged in a sandbox with pail and shovel.
Well, not quite, decided Kim happily. Not with those long, slender legs, and that pouting little mouth of hers. Twelve, that would be the age one might give her. Maybe even thirteen.
The playsuit consisted of a tiny little skirt -for greater accessibility than shorts - to which a trapeze-shaped panel of the same material was sewn and which was held up in front of the girl's small breasts by two straps that crossed in her back. Kim had insisted on Vivian's wearing tiny white panties, for extra excitement, but aside from these the girl wore nothing beneath the suit. When she turned sideways to place a quick little kiss on the back of Evita's neck, one could see her bare nipples in profile.
"A naughty little girl who should know she's old enough to cover her chest a bit more," murmured Gary, fascinated by the sight of his young mistress.
"That's it, exactly," smiled Kim. Then she got up from her husband's knees and held out both hands to Vivian who came to her, sauntering and laughing happily.
"How do I look, how do I look?" she asked excitedly.
"Need .you ask?" said Kim. "You are adorable." And she took her into her arms. Vivian's body reacted instantly and she pressed herself against the woman, hips moving slowly, but Kim pushed her away gently.
"Not now, baby, not yet." she chuckled. "But I'm glad you've got the hots, you're going to have some good fun, a little later on."
Vivian bit her lip. She knew vaguely what was expected of her this evening and she was ready to do anything, just anything for Gary. And for Kim too, yes. Kim and Gary were as one to her now, her passion for the man included his wife. But those other people? Something still rebelled in her, something warned her, softly, insistently, something kept telling her that she was on the brink of an abyss and should turn away while there still was time. And Vivian knew that she could not, that it was already too late.
By the time the first guests arrived everything was ready. Evita, her eyes downcast and blushing, stood on the terrace with the silver tray and the cocktails on her hands. Her slender legs were bare, all the way up to the abbreviated little skirt they had forced her to wear. Unlike Vivian, she had been forbidden to wear panties so that the slightest movement, the merest little step easily revealed the little black bush, the delicate, tiny slit just below, and when Charlie, his thick neck already red with excitement, lifted a whiskey-sour from Evita's tray, his other hand shot out unerringly and he pressed his index finger smack into the little crack.
Evita cried out, the tray and the glasses clattered to the stone floor of the terrace and then she stepped back, clapping both her hands to her face. She just stood there, trembling, terrified, while Helen, who had come in Charlie's car, took her escort's arm.
"Oh that poor Kim" she gushed, loud enough for everyone to hear, "she doesn't have much luck with her personnel, does she? Oh, Charlie, darling, I do hope she will see to it the girl gets punished for her clumsiness!"
Charlie turned to her, smiling. His round, brutal face was now full of happy little wrinkles. He was beginning to sweat.
"I'm good at it, my dear, you know I am!" he chortled.
Kim surveyed the situation. The incident certainly was as good an occasion as any to get started with the fun, she decided. In fact, the earlier they all got going, the better.
Only George was not paying much attention, she noticed, but that was understandable. The man had eyes for none but Vivian, and he had sat down in a low garden chair which gave him an excellent perspective of Vivian's thighs and of the white triangle between her legs. George's mistress of the moment, a sloe-eyed young thing with bare feet and wearing a long Gypsy dress, kept fondling the strands of multicolored beads she was wearing around her neck and seemed tense, waiting for something her lover might do. Kim could tell that whatever it might turn out to be, this girl would go along with anything.
Kim walked up to the terrace and went to Evita. Firmly she took hold of her wrists and pulled her hands away from the girl's face.
"Stupid!" she hissed. "Clumsy little goose! Yes, our friend here is right, I have no luck with these bitches." Then she turned toward Charlie, a sudden smile flashing across her face.
"Tell me something, Charlie," she asked him. "how long has it been since you opened your last virgin?"
"Oh no! Noooo ... !"whimpered Evita. trying in vain to twist away from the woman's grasp.
"You're kidding," chuckled the man. "A virgin? That one?"
"Come and see for yourself! Helen, how would you like helping me hold the kid for her little inspection?"
The tall, sun burnt young woman did not have to be asked twice. Her grey eyes flashing coldly with uncontrollable lust she rushed forward. Evita struggled. Then she cried out.
"Come on, everybody!" shouted Helen, "everybody pitch in, don't you know a girl must be held completely still for so delicate an examination?"
Gary rushed to her side, then Vivian, and this finally prompted George to leave his interesting vantage point. Heavily he lifted himself out of his chair and followed the pretty teenager to the terrace.
"All right, let's lift the bitch up on the table!" directed Kim. "You George, grab one leg, and Helen, you take the other. Vivian, I want you to hold her cunt open for Charlie, pull it good and hard, use both your hands, darling so that he can have a good look at what she's got in there! Gary, pull her arms back, there ... over the other edge of the table, that way you can stick you dong into her mouth when she makes too much noise!"
Indeed, Gary's trousers were already open and his prick, thick and rigid, was jutting out of the fly. As for Evita, the star of this little spectacle, terror and actually left her speechless. Her dark eyes were wide and round and all she could do was to whimper softly, desolately, as her femininity was fully exposed.
Vivian could not help feeling sorry for the girl. Yet, at the same time, even as her fingers pried open the nut-like little cunt, she knew that her panties were becoming wet.
Evita's legs jerked spasmodically when Charlie ran his fingers up and down along the in sides of her thighs. He was taking his time.
"What I'd really like to go in with. Kim," he murmured, "would be a nice coke bottle. With the cap still on, you know."
"Why don't you?" giggled Helen, excited.
"Don't you dare !' protested Kim, laughing. "D'you want to ruin a nice, fresh, tight little pussy like that for everybody else?"
"Kim is right, you know, old boy," agreed George who had also aired his rod by now, a stubby, thick and very hard one that he tried to rub against one of Vivian's legs. They were all standing so close together that he soon succeeded.
Charlie shrugged and then knelt down. Sweat poured from his face as he peered into the girl's hole and then he touched her clit gingerly, with one thick finger. Evita writhed, cried out and received Gary's prick into her mouth. With her head dangling back over the edge of the buffet table she was quite helpless to prevent it and much too timid to defend herself with her teeth. She simply opened her mouth wider, as if to avoid contact between the man's flesh and her lips, but soon she gagged when he rammed the glans against the back of her throat.
Vivian stared, fascinated, as the finger slid from the clitoris down into the slit. She pulled harder on the girl's soft, delicate cunt-lips, as if she had wanted to turn her inside out. Pinkness and more pinkness appeared, glistening and moist, and Charlie's nostrils quivered as he sniffed the cunty fragrance that reached his nose.
Delicately he slipped his fingertip into the hole. Very delicately for a beefy, brutal looking man like him. The finger moved in a slow circle and the grin on his face widened, baring big, yellow teeth.
"Go ahead, open her up," nodded Kim. "Actually it was you we've been saving her for. Gary's been using her for cocksucking only, you see. That's how much we care about you, Charlie."
"I'd rather open her with my prick though," said Charlie. Slowly he got up again and pulled down his zipper.
"Who knows, perhaps the coke-bottle wasn't such a bad idea after all," murmured Kim, and the others burst out laughing. They knew what she meant, and now they all stared as Charlie fished out the most tremendous cock. They all knew Charlie's prick and what he could do with it.
The glans was a turgid, swollen knob, the size of a small boy's fist. As for the shaft, stiff as a broomstick, it was considerably thicker than one, lined with distended veins and trembling with eagerness.
Charlie hefted his tool with his right hand and placed his left on Evita's belly. It seemed as if he was about to thrust when he stepped back again, shaking his head.
"How about getting her clothes off first, fellows?" he asked. "Listen, that chick if going to bounce when I start screwing her, mind my word. And when she bounces, I wanna see her do it, I wanna see that belly, those tits, I wanna see her shake it, all right?"
"Let's all get undressed!" The suggestion came from the hippy girl, from George's mistress. And she was already pulling on her dress, baring snow-white, delicate shoulders and a pair of exquisitely shaped young breasts.
"Yeah, lets!" cried Helen enthusiastically.
Kim and Gary continued to hold Evita on the table while their guests peeled out of their garments. Only Vivian kept her playsuit on, having been coached by Kim to wait until someone decided to undress her. She knew by now who that someone would be, since George-had not stopped rubbing himself against her and now, even as he pulled down his pants, kept one hand up between her legs, fondling her crotch through the thin material of her panties.
When Gary in turn released Evita, giving Helen a sign to take over and hold her down, the girl finally began to plead with tormentors.
"Oh please ... please Senhores ... Please don't do that to me ... It would be dishonor to me, to my family! I am good girl," she sobbed, "I always been good girl, I want find husband and be pure for him!"
Helen leaned down over Evita and kissed those dark eyes, brimming over with tears. Then she smiled down at her.
"Isn't it a little late for purity, my love? Now that you've sucked cock? Kim tells me that last night, with Gary ... "
"Oh please no, not say that," whimpered Evita, averting her face. "I not want to, they make me do!"
"Well, whaddya know, then you're still pure, aren't you? For as long as you're being forced, isn't that right? And now Charlie's going to fuck the living daylights out of you, and aside from a busted cherry you'll be as innocent as before! All right now, back into place. Up with those legs, and let's see our pure little virgin getting skewered!"
Laughing happily and excitedly, the others seized Evita who was beginning to scream at last. But not for long, now that Gary once more yanked her head back by the hair and gave her a mouth-full of cock. Evita's legs jerked wildly, held by relentless, eager, hands, and she was pulled open for the man's prick.
Charlie gave his huge cock a few quick strokes and wedged himself in between the girl's thighs. Vivian once more pried open the twitching pussy and the glans was pushed into the breach. The edges of Evita's cunt widened, distended by the pressure, but Charlie stopped, not yet ramming through the hymen.
"Come on Gary, pull out of her for just a couple seconds, will you? I wanna hear her sing out when it goes in, don't you? There's nobody around for miles that can hear anything, on this beach."
It was true. The house was fairly isolated, and the nearest neighbors were Charlie himself to the east, and Helen's villa to the west. Gary nodded and yanked his prick out of the girl's mouth.
"Come on baby, come on," Charlie encouraged Evita, "let's hear it, O.K.? Got your breath back? Then let's hear it. Come on, ask me to spare you, tell me what a good girl you've always been and how much you want to keep your cherry ... come on, come on ... "
But Charlie was too excited by now to wait any longer and Evita was quite beyond articulating intelligible words. When the pressure between her legs increased she simply screeched at the top of her voice.
"Good, good ... sounds real great," groaned Charlie. With his hand he wriggled his prick a little, pushed forward, stopped, pushed again and announced that Evita had a twat that was as tight as a baby's asshole. Then he shoved it in with one thrust, slamming himself against the girl's crotch and starring to pump in and out almost immediately.
"Got the bitch!" he grunted, his teeth flashing. "Went right through! Oh, she was a tough little virgin all right, it sure took some shoving ... "
The blood from Evita's torn maidenhead was beginning to come oozing out of her body and was running down along the man's thighs. The shaft of his prick, going in and out at a fast pace, became covered with it.
Evita had stopped howling. With her belly filling with Charlie's prick twice every second, on the average, she could only gasp for breath.
"Go ahead, Gary," panted Charlie, "stick it down her throat again. Looks like she needs a good mouth-fucking now, the way she's holding it open. Let's see if we can't fill her up from both ends!"
Gary laughed and inserted his instrument. He went slowly this time, savoring the warmth of Evita's mouth, pushing steadily until she was gagging again, but this time he continued, doing just exactly what Charlie had suggested, and finally had his prick sliding down Evita's gullet.
In silence she writhed until Gary pulled back again, gasped briefly and was plugged up again.
"In time, boys, let's have a little rhythm here, shall we?" laughed Helen. "One and a two ... and a one, and a two ... one, two ... one two ... faster, boys, one-two, one-two ... that's it! Just look at her now. look at her belly going up into the air!"
The two men were in time now. Together they went into their victim, together they pulled back again, went in, out, in, out. And when their pricks plunged, Evita's back arched upward convulsively.
Gary and Charlie were the only ones now to hold the girl down. There no longer was any need for the others. With Charlie's bulk holding Evita's thighs wide open and with Gary's hands clamped around her slender arms, just below the shoulders, she could not escape them. George finally had an opportunity of getting a little better acquainted with Vivian and, kneeling, he chewed on her panties as she stood over him, swaying and letting him have his way, feeling herself getting wetter and wetter.
Kim and Helen had begun frigging each other with great energy while keeping their faces turned to the buffet table and never missing one detail.
"I'm gonna eat out your pussy, darling," moaned Helen, "later I sure will ... I'm gonna crawl right into you, I promise ... but now I've got to watch, I've got to see it all!"
"Me too ... oh yes, me too," whispered Kim and dug her fingers into the woman's dripping cunt.
George's young girl-friend was sitting on the ground, next to her lover, and was playing with his stubby cock. Then she looked up and her eyes met Vivian's. She got to her feet.
"You like what he's doing to you, baby?" she asked softly and put her cheek against Vivian's. Vivian nodded.
"How old are you?"
"Twelve," said Vivian.
"Really? Why, you're just a baby, aren't you? Oh, that's what he likes more than anything, my good old George. I'm almost nineteen, you know, much too old for him. But I let him stick it up my shithole, see, so he still keeps me around. By the way, I'm Tania."
"Hi, Tania," murmured Vivian, and then her body swayed a little more because George had finally pulled the crotch of her panties to one side, without pulling them down, and was drilling one finger into her hairless twat.
"He loves doing it like that," murmured Tania, running her hands up and down along Vivian's bare arms. "He'd do it for hours, if you let him."
Vivian closed her eyes, feeling the delicate penetration, the slight rotation of the finger inside her vagina, but then she started, looking over to the other group.
Charlie had let out a loud bellow, his big buttocks were contracting suddenly and fiercely.
"He's coming!" shouted Kim.
"Me too," grunted Gary and released Evita's arms. Instead, he reached down into her flowing hair and yanked her head back a little more, stuffing Ins prick into her until his short-hair rubbed against her lips.
Helen and Kim let go of each other and rushed to the men. Kim embraced her husband from behind and began shoving her finger into his asshole while he continued to ejaculate. Sperm was already drooling down from the corners of Evita's mouth and her freed arms, flailing wildly and aimlessly, were like branches of a tree, tossed in the wind.
Helen, kneeling, was prying Charlie's ass open and her long agile tongue went to work inside his crack. It was all a matter of no more than a few seconds, until the men had finished shooting their wads, but the two women managed to make those seconds a delight for both of them. When it was over and the wet, still distended pricks were pulled out of Evita's mouth and bleeding cunt, Kim and Helen turned their attention to the girl.
Kim supported her head, cradling it in her arm, while Helen dipped a small napkin into the ice water bucket on the table and gently began wiping the bloodied crotch clean.
Evita was not crying any more. Her eyes stared, listless and dull, her mouth remained slightly open and from time to time her slight young body was shaken by a brief, retching spasm.
"I bet you she's going to be a real good girl now," smiled Helen. "Nothing like a first, thorough fucking to make a nice, docile girl out of a rambunctious virgin, isn't that so?"
"You bet," agreed Kim. She could tell that Helen was becoming even more excited as she continued to clean out Evita's snatch and she was glad for it. Anything that would give Helen pleasure in this house would be good for Kim ...
"Do you want to play with her a little, Helen?" she smiled. "You could take one of the bedrooms upstairs and be completely undisturbed, you know ... In her present state Evita should not put up too much of a fuss if you'd want her going down on you. She's never done it, you know, not to a woman, and I know you like to be first."
"What about you? Helen hesitated. "I promised I would ... "
"Raincheck?" grinned Kim, "I just know you'll be as good in an hour or two than you would be now." She helped Helen pull the maid off the table and together they stood her up on the floor.
With her arm around Evita's waist, her naked buttocks bouncing with anticipation and twitching with excitement, Helen walked the girl back into the house. One hand was already kneading Evita's opulent breasts.
"By the way, Kim," smiled Helen, turning back just before disappearing inside the living room, "I'm with you all the way, you know. I mean for later, when we talk business, right?"
Kim blew her a kiss and Helen dragged Evita up the stairs to the first bedroom at hand.
"We're gonna have fun. baby, aren't we? Lots of fun. You'll see how much nicer it can be with a lady who knows just where the right spots are you'd want her to suck and pinch, right?"
Evita made no reply. Silent, gaunt with shock and fatigue, she staggered on as she pushed forward to the side, soft bed. She looked down at the whiteness of the sheets, the inviting softness of huge pillows and with a shuddering little sigh she simply dropped, falling forward and closing her eyes as the bed received her tired body.
"No, no, not like that," giggled Helen, excited, her nervous, strong-fingered hands grabbing for the round little buttocks. "On your back, baby, and spread out! There now, I'll roll you over. You'll see how nice it will be. First of all I'm going to clean out that mess Charlie made in your twat, I'm going to do it with my tongue, you know, and you pay close attention because I'll want you to suck me afterwards, just exactly the way I'm going to do it to you."
When Evita felt the sudden softness, the warmth that crawled up between her legs, the gentle, almost tender caress of her bruised, violated little cunt, her shattered nerves finally gave way.
Spreading out her legs, looking down at the slowly nodding head of the woman, she abandoned herself to the perverse sweetness of Helen's caressing tongue as the first, relief-bringing sobs wrenched themselves from her breast.
CHAPTER FOUR
Kim surveyed the shambles on the terrace. What they had done to Evita, on the table, had precipitated most of the carefully prepared canap�s on the floor and the punch bowl was now half-empty, its contents not in anyone's stomach but all over the tile floor of the terrace and on the table-cloth. The young woman smiled quite happily, nevertheless.
"It sure was worth it all. wasn't it?" she grinned, slipping one arm around her husband's waist. He nodded.
"All three signatures," he grinned. "They're with us all the way. darling, only we're going to lose Evita."
"I know," smiled Kim. "Helen has gone completely crazy over the poor kid and she's going to take her away from us. Some loss!"
"Don't knock it," laughed Gary. "D'you know many virgins?"
"Not a whole lot," Kim conceded. "But don't forget, she WAS a virgin, she's no longer one. By the way, are they still upstairs, those two?"
"Still and again," nodded Gary. "Only now Charlie has joined them, I just took him upstairs."
"Poor Evita!"
"Yeah, poor Evita. He wants to put it to her from the rear this time, before George gets there. You know how THAT one is. By now I'm sure he's got it at least halfway up her shithole, and Helen is probably coming all over the place, just from watching it."
"And the others?" Kim looked around the terrace and the empty garden.
"Vivian and George? I think he's still at the preliminaries, they went down to the basement den, with Tania. Shall we join them?"
"Why not." purred Kim, pressing her nude body against Gary's. "Something tells me she'll outdo herself if you're watching!"
Kim stretched her arms, supple as a eat, yawning lightly. But then her eyes sparkled again.
"Gee, I'm glad I took that nap while you were talking business," she sighed. "I feel in great shape now!"
"You look in great shape," grinned Gary.
"Come on now, let's get our share of the fun."
The basement den was Gary's own creation. Actually it had been the place where everything had started, when they had first bought the house. The way he had fixed it up, with soft, indirect lighting and no other furniture but piles of huge pillows, strewn all over the thick white carpet, with the stereo music piped in at the flick of a switch, with the erotic Japanese prints on the walls, it was a place designed for seduction. It was here that Gary had really begun working on some young girls he brought to the beach on week-ends, once he had become certain of Kim's cooperation.
So far he had had a perfect record. Not once had he struck out with a chick after having brought her to the den. And not once did these girls fail to accept Kim's participation in their games, after Gary had gotten them excited. The room held many memories for the couple, and it was here that they had started to plan and to calculate, to conjecture about the corruptibility of the poor, by money, of the rich, through sex. If you were in the middle, the sky was the limit.
Now, as they entered the den, the lights were lowered to an amber glow and from the walls came the soft strains of a nocturne by Chopin.
Tania, stark naked as were the others, reclined on one of the pillows, big enough to sleep in. On her lap she was holding Vivian's pretty head, and her hands were now playing with the girl's nipples.
As for George, flat on his belly, supporting himself on both elbows, he was nodding slowly, patiently, his face buried between Vivian's thighs.
He was still fingerfucking hen moving in and out of the sweet slime that oozed out of Vivian's cunt, while his tongue played over her clitoris and the smooth, shaven skin of her vulva.
"Baby ... my little baby," he whispered from time to time, then glued his lips once more against her pink flesh.
Vivian was trembling all over with excitement. It was a contained kind of excitement though, Tania had told her that George liked to take his time, that he would frig and suck her until he had convinced himself that he was her father. Vivian seemed entirely willing to cooperate with him.
"Oh yes, Daddy," she moaned from time to time, "oh you are so good to me, my sweet Daddy ... "
George paid no attention to the arrival of his hosts. He lifted his face, drenched with cunt-juice, and looked up at the young girl.
"Tell your Daddy, tell, my little girl ... what does my baby want Daddy to do to her?"
"Oh Daddy, Daddy," whimpered Vivian, "will you stick your tongue way deep into my pussy? Will you tickle it for me, way inside?"
And then she arched her back, her full lips drawing back from her teeth as George slipped the tip of his tongue into her gash, entered the hole and wriggled it inside. He was making wet, slurping sounds, and his two hands, all full of her lubricating juices, went around the sweet. yielding buttocks. He was beginning to search for her anus.
"Ouch ... oh Daddy ... Daddy ... what are you doing?" squealed Vivian breathlessly. She-wriggled and squirmed when his finger had found what it was searching, when the tip of George's right index began crawling into her rectum.
"Hold still my darling, hold still, little girl," murmured Tania, "and if you're a good girl. Daddy's gonna fuck your asshole for you. You'll see, it won't hurt one bit, it'll be nice arid smooth, and before he sticks it in I'm going lo lick it. for you to make it nice and slippery ... " Kim, clinging to Gary's side as she stood and watched, heaved a big sigh.
"I'm getting awfully horny, darling," she whispered. "See, that's what happens when I have a good rest!"
"Well, why don't you just be a little patient now," said Gary softly, "why don't we watch this to the end. You'll be even more excited by then, and Tania and I could do a lot of nice things to you at the same time. Isn't that so, Tania?"
The girl looked up and nodded. She was still fondling Vivian's sensitive breasts, even without seeing what she was doing. She smiled at the couple.
"If you want to," she said slowly, "I mean ... if you'd like to try something different, Kim ... "
"What, what?" asked the young woman, her eyes shining with curiosity.
"Well, there's my kid-brother, you see. We left him at George's place because he has never ... Well, I mean this kind of party, you know. He's only fifteen."
"Oh my goodness," beamed Kim, "fifteen? How lovely! Why on earth didn't you tell me before? Why don't we give him a call right now: V"
"He just came to stay with us for the week-end." shrugged Tania.
"But he does ... I mean, he has had a woman before, hasn't he?" Kim inquired.
Much as she loved watching a young girl being deflowered, much as she enjoyed helping when it happened, she was too impatient a woman, once her body and the naked body of a male were in intimate contact, to give lessons. She preferred men, and even young boys, who had at least some experience in the matter.
"He's been screwing me for years," smiled Tania. "I taught him when I started to menstruate. He's pretty good, you know. Very strong, very fast, when he pumps me. He might just be a little shy with you, at first, but once I get him started ... "
"Oh yes, yes ... Oh will you do that for me, darling?" Kim's eyes were shining with anticipation and she rushed forward when Tania rose from her pillow and took Vivian's head from her, letting it settle down gently on her knees. Tania went to make her phone call.
"Hi, it's me again, Baby," grinned Kim as she leaned over her young friend and kissed her forehead, and then her lips.
"Is the nice man giving you a good tongue-job? Is he tickling my sweet baby's asshole?" Kim giggled and when Vivian lifted her chin she quickly ran her tongue over the girl's half-open mouth. Then she darted it inside, knowing from the girl's intense, passionate response that George was indeed arousing Vivian in novel and delightful ways.
Kim looked up from her kissing and cocked her head, smiling at her husband who stood before the little group, his hands behind his back and his distended, rigid prick swaying up and down in front of Kim's face.
"Gimme," she murmured, licking her lips. "Lemme do it to you. until Tania comes back ... "
Without moving from where he stood, just by jutting out his groin a little, Gary caused his cock to slip into Kim's eager mouth. Neither of them were touching with their hands, for Kim was continuing the caress of Vivian's breasts which Tania had started. Delicately, in shallow little thrusts, Gary was now fucking his wife's mouth. He pushed down hard against her hot cheeks. He withdrew slightly watching it all. With his prick against her tongue, he tried to hold himself back. He had no intention of coining yet, he wanted to save it for a while.
George, in the meantime, had finally reached the stage at which he could no longer be patient. He was rising to his knees, pulling Vivian toward him by her thighs, grunting with the effort and with excitement as he stared at her open, twitching pussy.
"Your cunny-hole first, my baby," he panted, "nice and hard and deep, and then it'll be your ass. Oh, you'll see what it is to be cornholed, my love, I'll really show you! Oh yes, yes, it'll be so good!"
Vivian winced a little when the man poked his thick, hard glans against her cunt. But then he held himself with his right hand and began churning around at the edges of the hole, slithering around in the oozing wetness, and finally Vivian lifted herself toward him, opening her legs as wide as she could. Her pretty lips trembling slightly she began to implore him to hurry.
"Fuck me, oh please fuck me, Daddy ... " she moaned, "stick it into me now ... right now! Can't you see how wet I am for you? Oh yes, yes, I can feel it ... it's so good now ... so gooooood ... "
The stubby cock went in slowly. George drove it into the girl's body and held his breath as he did so. Then he grunted, his body jerked violently, and he fell forward on top of her.
"There, take her," smiled Kim, letting go of her husband's prick, "fuck her. George. Fuck her sweet little pussy, won't you? I know YOU make it run over!"
Vivian's legs started to kick wildly as the screwing became faster, harder. The man's strong arms held her so tightly that she groaned, but it did not seem to diminish her pleasure in the least.
"You're doing it. Daddy," she grunted after a while, "you're doing it to me ... Oh fuck. Daddy .' ... fuck hard ... Oh hell yes, yes ... OHHHHHHH ... OHHHIIH ... " Her voice had risen suddenly, shrill and high, and they all knew that she was coming.
"There, there's your pacifier, baby," giggled Kim, guiding Gary's prick toward Vivian's mouth. "Come on, darling, let her have it ... let her drink a little cum, won't you?"
No, Gary had not intended to ejaculate. But what could he do when that girl who had barely started to learn a little technique when it came to cocksucking, suddenly developed unsuspected talents! Vivian lunged, her head shooting up at him with incredible agility, even while the first convulsive spasms of her orgasm shook her body, and Gary felt himself being sucked into her mouth. Her tongue played all around his shaft, her throat contracted and squeezed the tip of his tool when he pushed on, one of her hands rose to reach his balls and Gary's cock began to spit.
"Look at that, my love, just look at that," murmured Kim as she leaned forward and sniffed her husband's pumping cock, "look, she's swallowing the whole mess, every drop of it! Oh yes, yes Vivian, you're lovely like that, very lovely ... suck baby, just keep sucking, you're beautiful!"
Now it was George's turn at last. The frenzied contractions of the tight little hole he was fucking were coaxing his cum out of his balls. George's prick too contracted now. spurted cum in sharp, hot jets all over the girl's uterus.
"It's good ... oh yes, good ... " he grunted. "you're making Daddy come so nicely ... Oh yes ... yes ... "
His ejaculation was so intense that the instant it was over George slumped and rolled away from the girl. On his back, his prick sagging between his wet thighs, George groaned softly and his limbs still jerked a little.
"You know what you should do, George?" teased Kim, "you really should get yourself a nice wife, and then you should have a few kids. All daughters, you know, for your old age ... "
"I'll do that, I'll do just that," moaned the man and grinned. "I'll marry Tania. then I can keep her barefoot and pregnant for a few years and it'll be the perfect investment in the future ... "
"Me?" laughed Tania as she entered the den and overheard the last sentence her lover had spoken. "You wanna marry ME?"
"Why not?" he grinned, propping himself up on one arm. "You gonna let me fuck our kids, aren't you?"
Tania gestured grandly. "You're welcome to them, you dirty old man." she laughed.
Kim looked at the pretty young girl and somehow she felt that it was not entirely a joke. If George really wanted to ... And who knows, she thought, amused, some day he actually might!
Tania nodded at Kim. Her eyes were bright, happy. Kim could tell she was quite excited and ready for just about anything.
"Timmy's coming over," she said. "He's a little scared, you know, but he'll be all right if I'm around. I can stay, can't I?"
"Of course you can, love." murmured Kim and chucked the girl under the chin. "You've been quite patient, I noticed. Have you had an orgasm at all, since you arrived?"
Surprisingly, Tania suddenly blushed a little and shook her head.
"I never have orgasms." she admitted in a whisper. "But I love getting laid. Kim. and everything else too, I really do!" she added quickly.
"Everything?" smiled Kim and her hungry tongue came out to moisten her lips. As if to prove that she was speaking the truth, Tania quickly kissed her hostess's mouth.
"Everything," she said softly. "But now I must go and excite George again and prepare Vivian's asshole for him. I promised, you know."
"You like doing that?" smiled Kim. Tania nodded with conviction. Then she went to Vivian and knelt down, put her arms around her and began licking her mouth, sucking Gary's sperm from it. Vivian abandoned herself completely to the caress, shuddering with mounting pleasure as the tongue became more and more insistent.
"Come, Baby, come, lemme do it to your shithole too ... Oh please, you'll see how smooth everything will go once I lick it and wet it!"
She directed Vivian, her hands moving smoothly over the girl's body, pushing here, pulling there, until she had her lying across three of the more solid pillows, small ones that propped her up nicely as she stretched out on her belly, her round little ass jutting out at a proper angle. Kneeling down behind Vivian, Tania began running her tongue up her crack, pulling her open with both hands and finally concentrating on the very center of the pretty rear-end. When George approached and stood next to the girls, dangling his prick in front of Tania's eyes, the well-trained young mistress reached up with one hand and began servicing him so deftly that he soon became erect once more.
"Why, she's delightful, isn't she?" murmured Kim, turning to her husband. "The poor thing! George probably doesn't understand her really. Nor that brother of hers, Timmy. I mean she's a healthy specimen, there's no reason for her not to experience an orgasm, is there?"
Gary chuckled. "You and your big heart," he told Kim, "something tells me you're going to try something to cure her condition, aren't you?"
"You can bet your life on that!" laughed Kim. "What kind of a hostess do you think I am? You think I'd let one of my guests get fucked under my roof and allow her to leave without coming? No, no, there certainly must be a way. It must only be found."
Tania was just beginning to guide her lover's cock into Vivian's asshole when Helen suddenly erupted into the basement den. She was leading a sturdily built boy by the hand. He alone, in the room, was dressed, wearing white slacks and sandals. His solid, muscular chest was tanned and bare.
"Look what I found roaming around outside," grinned Helen as she led the boy toward Kim. "I tried to make out with him in the living room, but the silly boy insists he must first see his sister!"
Kim glanced at Timmy, but she looked worried.
"Helen," she murmured, "what are you doing down here all by yourself? Where is Evita? Where is Charlie?"
"Why, they're upstairs, in the bedroom!"
Kim blanched. Without a word she dashed to the stairwell, past the startled Helen. She knew that Charlie, alone among her guests, had finally consumed a good quantity of bourbon. Alone with the young maid, probably in a state of utter excitement, no one could tell what might happen!
Kim was crossing the living room when she heard the shrieks coming from upstairs. With a feeling of panic gripping at her chest, Kim raced up the flight of stairs and burst into the bedroom. The first thing she saw was Charlie's fat ass, facing the door and pumping away frantically. His hairy buttocks were contracting in rapid spasms as he leaned forward over the bed, but of Evita, Kim could see nothing yet. She did not have to, she could hear her, and whatever was being done to her had to be stopped immediately, Kim realized, if she were to avoid serious trouble. She jumped, lithe and agile, throwing her arms around the man's neck from behind and pulling him back. Then, as she clung to him, as he furiously resisted her efforts to pry him away, she could see what was happening.
Evita was on her knees, propped up by pillows in a fashion very similar to that used downstairs for Vivian, and Charlie was cornholing her savagely. And at the same time he was pushing both her wrists up, behind her back, so that her head was pressed down into the bed sheet and her elbows were sticking out at the sides. From the way he had twisted her arms Kim knew that unless she succeeded in stopping Charlie, the bones would snap in a matter of seconds.
"Charlie ... easy, Charlie," shouted Kim, "easy now ... let go of her, come on ... "
In desperation she pulled herself up, holding on to his neck, and lunged, her teeth seizing his left earlobe. Kim bit down on it until she could taste blood. Charlie bellowed and at last fell back, his prick popping out of the tight hole it was ruining, his hands letting go of Evita's wrists.
"You stupid bitch!" he snarled and as he turned his hand came shooting out, catching Kim against the side of her head, so violently that he sent her rolling to the floor. Terrified, she cowered, holding her arm up to avoid another blow.
"Oh, it's you?" Charlie murmured, startled. "I thought it was Helen." He held out his hand to Kim to help her up from the floor.
"I was just about to come," he then grunted, his voice tremulous with disappointment.
"You were on the point of crippling the little bitch," said Kim, getting to her feet. "Sorry I had to rush in like that and interrupt things, but you know, this is not the time to get into trouble with the law, not when we have all those plans for this place," she reminded him.
Evita had remained where she was, lying across the pillows, her arms now immobile at her sides, still with the palms of her hands twisted upward. She was shaking with sobs.
"Did you have to be that rough?" asked Kim, shaking her head.
"I tried not to," shrugged the huge man. "But I guess I had a couple too much. Just couldn't shoot my wad any more, until I started playing around a little, see?"
Kim was recovering somewhat from the blow she had received, but she did not feel quite as much at ease in Charlie's presence as she would have liked to make it appear. You don't go around snatching a lion's raw meat away from him, when he's hungry, she thought.
"Why don't you join us downstairs now?" she smiled, stroking the curly black hair on the man's chest. "There's George's girlfriend and Vivian, you know, and ... "
"And there's you?" he smiled.
"Yes, there's me ... "
They had done it together twice before, Kim remembered. The mere thought of his enormous tool being shoved into her body made her shudder a little, but it wasn't entirely a shudder of fear. Now he started putting his arms around her and Kim knew he was going to try something. The hardness of his erection was suddenly against her belly, pressing it, rubbing it, and the powerful arms squeezed her naked body.
"Getting lovy-dovy, aren't you?" she grinned, nevertheless trying to escape his embrace, to wriggle out of the enveloping arms.
"You're the best," he murmured, "the very best of the lot, and you know it ... " his mouth was very close to hers.
It was a brutal mouth with sensuous, moist lips, a little thick, a little vulgar. The jaw was big, square, the blue eyes small and with a mean glint in them.
"You ... you want me?" asked Kim in a whisper. Not many men had ever been able to scare her, to make her feel small and helpless. Perhaps it was because of this, she thought, that her body responded so suddenly to his advances, because she feared his perverted lovemaking, because she knew how unpredictable he was. She knew that her pussy was becoming wet once more, but she hesitated still.
"You want me too, baby." Charlie said softly and his tongue darted out, thick and red, to follow the delicate curve of her upper lip. Then he grinned.
"I know you do because now I can smell it. You're wet down there, you little whore, aren't you?" The big hand shot down, between them, two fingers briefly explored her.
"Ohhh ... ohhh ... "' moaned Kim, squirming against him, unable to dissimulate her desire any longer.
There was Timmy downstairs, she thought vaguely. A kid, that's what he was, still almost innocent. She had wanted to make the scene with him, to show him a few tricks, to dominate him completely, and here she was, overwhelmed by this huge man's strength as much as by her own sudden desire for him.
"I ... I don't want you to hurt me," she whispered as she felt herself being pushed toward the bed.
"I'm going to make you scream," he grinned.
"Gary won't let you." she said quickly, "he'll hear me ... " Already she sprawled, right next to Evita who had not changed her position yet. Legs open, she stared up at the man.
"Gary won't do a thing, and you know it." laughed Charlie. "He's gotten what he wanted from me hasn't he? Do you think I'm stupid? I know what he's up to, but right now it suits me. I've got a little money to spare that I can throw around. So now, baby, you're no different than that bitch over there, or Vivian, or all the others before her that he made available to me. You wanna know something, Kim? I could skin you alive, right here in this house, and he wouldn't lift a finger!"
"That's not true, it isn't true, Gary loves me!" shouted Kim, and as she tried to get up from the bed, the hurt of what Charlie had said turning her off completely, he carefully, very precisely, hit her again. Charlie's hand was heavy, hard, and Kim's cheek stung so hard that tears came to her eyes. Her head rolled sideways as she fell back and before she could defend herself Charlie was drilling her with his cock.
"No ... no ... no!" she shouted, her voice shrill and almost hysterical. But Charlie silently went to work, shoving himself deeper and deeper into her squirming body. She hated him now, hated him because deep down, in her heart, she knew that she believed him. It had never really occurred to her before, but wasn't it so, after all? Was Gary not pursuing his own interest alone? So far she had never been in his way, she had never opposed him. But if she did?
"Gary!" she screamed at the top of her voice, "Gary! Help me!" Charlie slapped her again. then seized her wrists to hold her down and began to fuck her in earnest.
"I hate you, hate you!" she moaned, all the more distressed by the fact that she could feel her cunt-juice begin to flow again. Then her hips began to respond, and finally her brain.
"I hate you, you bastard," she sobbed, and he released her wrists. She slipped them around his bull's neck and clung to him. "I hate you ... " she repeated and then opened her mouth wide to let him stuff his tongue into it.
She knew he would make her come. Nothing had every quite filled her cunt as completely as his prick did now, as it had done on the two occasions when she had done it with him.
"You're hot stuff all right,"' he chuckled and slipped one big hand over her left breast. "And now you're really going to move for me, aren't you, baby?"
The hand suddenly became a vise, grabbing and holding her breast and then twisting it so hard that Kim felt sure it would be torn off. Her mouth opened for a scream of pain but his left hand was already at her throat, the wide, thumb pressing into her windpipe.
"Arrrgggg ... " gagged Kim. kicking her legs and flailing her arms, and she stuck out her tongue. Charlie sucked it and humped a little faster.
Kim's head and her chest felt as if they would explode, her muscles went taut so that her spine became a pulled arc, her buttocks lifted up from the bed and she trembled.
"Good, very good," panted Charlie, "you're even better than that little slut of a maid you've got. Give it to me, baby, that's it, give it to me!"
And then, quite suddenly, an outpouring of wetness came from Kim's vagina and the edges of it, the sides of it, contracted around the man's prick in quick little spasms that massaged and milked it. Kim was discharging, despite everything or perhaps because of it all. And her orgasm, combined with the convulsive spasms of the tortured body beneath the man, finally brought matters to a head.
In thick squirts, hot and sharp. Charlie's sperm was now pumped into Kim's twat. And as it shot out, the pressure of his thumb on her larynx eased, the hand holding her tormented breast relaxed. Charlie breathed heavily, moaning as he carne, and then he withdrew suddenly from his victim.
"There now," he grinned, "that wasn't too bad, was it now?" And he climbed higher, on the bed, knelt over the young woman's face and shoved his still distended, rigid prick at her.
"Clean it now, clean it with your tongue, baby," he ordered.
When Kim, still fighting to get her breath back, wheezing and coughing and holding her sore throat with one hand, her left breast with the other, seemed to hesitate for a moment, Charlie pressed his fingers and thumb on the sides of the woman's jaw and thus forced her mouth open. Then he plunged his prick into it, holding it there until she surrendered, until she licked and slurped and sucked the last drops that were still inside the urethra out of his prick.
"I guess you'll be Gary's star whore for a while at least," he remarked when it was finished. "Until he finds something hotter to replace you with, at his famous Spencer Beach Club, or whatever."
"You're a bastard!" whimpered Kim, her eyes brimming over with tears. Then, in her misery, she suddenly turned to Evita who had finally taken refuge at the other end of the bed, where she cowered, her back against the wall, her knees pulled up to her chin, and who had watched the entire proceedings with horrified, round eyes.
"Come to me, you poor girl," Kim sobbed, "come to me, we're both women, aren't we? I really shouldn't be so rough on you!"
But when she touched the girl's shoulder, Evita began to shake all over, her mouth opening and her teeth chattering and she started to scream.
"You said the party was downstairs, didn't you?" grinned Charlie, "well, I guess I'll see you down there in a little while, won't I? If you're a good girl, Kim, maybe I'll still fuck your ass before I leave.
Then he turned and left the room.
CHAPTER FIVE
Kim was coming out of the beach cabana. It was one of the fifteen new ones that had been finished just a little over a week ago and Gary who was a little further down, by the water, saw her as she moved toward him.
She was wearing her black bikini, something that made her lovely curvaceous body look delightfully wicked to her husband.
"Hey, what's happening?" grinned the teenage girl sitting on the beach towel, beside him and who had been massaging him, one hand inside his swimming trunks, for almost ten minutes now. She had thought his prick could not possibly get any stiffer, and yet it had just twitched, hardened some more in her grip.
"Look," smiled Gary, nodding toward his wife. "Isn't she gorgeous? Funny, just looking at her sometimes, and I'm ready to go!"
"With her or with me?" smiled the girl. Her freckled little, face was glowing with sunshine and youth.
"With you, Betty, just with you, for now," chuckled the man, pulling her toward him and quickly untying the minuscule little scarf she was wearing around her torso. Then his hand took hold of her full young breasts, squeezing them gently.
Indiscriminate nudity had finally been barred at their club. Everybody had agreed that bikinis and shorts, or perhaps something very gauzy arid ethereal for the girls, would add spice to the act of undressing when it did take place. Especially now that there were so many new girls, not all the original members were quite familiar with each and every one yet, and to take one aside, not knowing exactly whether her tits were pointy or roundish, whether some blonde's little bush might not be black or brown, and then to discover her at leisure was so much more interesting than to see everything up front, right from the. start.
Gary smiled when Kim waved at him, and then he followed her with his eyes as she went down to the water. A little group was standing there, where the sand was wet and solid, where the foam of the breakers lapped at their feet from time to time. They were surrounding the couple making love on the sand. Charlie and one of the new ones.
It was one of Charlie's new tricks, one to which each and every new female member had to submit. And on these occasions, only on these occasions, Charlie always wore a rubber. There was a good reason for it.
Before entering the girl who, in this instance, happened to be a statuesque redhead of generous proportions, even though obviously very young, Charlie had thoroughly rubbed his rubber-clad prick with suntan cream and sprinkled it generously with sand. This particular redhead reacted to the sandpaper treatment he was giving her with gasps of pain and she squirmed so much that he had to hold her wrists and bear down on her heavily to hold her in place. But, strangely enough, the constant, irritating friction inside her cunt had already made her come four times since he had stuck it in. This, of course, was enough to arouse the interest of quite a few of the guests, today.
"You gonna fuck me now?" asked Betty trustingly, wrinkling her little nose at Gary, when he slipped his fingers into the nylon triangle that still hid her tiny snatch from view. "You're not gonna get any sand into my pussy, like your friend likes to do it, right?" she murmured, her tiny waist moving, supple and quick, as Gary's finger started to go into her hole.
"Naw, I'll be careful," grinned Gary. He helped her strip off the bikini bottom and she clung to his arms when she let herself go backward.
"You gonna fuck me real hard again? Like this morning?" Betty whispered. He nodded.
"You gonna make me cry for my mommy again?"
Now Gary laughed. "Oh," he purred, "is that what you wanted? Why didn't you say so, you little doll?" and he moved back, a little lower along her body. Her small hands went from his arms to his head, fingers clutching at his hair, and the girl's hips rose from the blanket when his face was between her thighs.
"Ohhhhhhhh ... ohhh yes ... " she sighed, feeling Gary's knowing tongue slip into her gash. "Oh is that good ... "
He was doing right by the girl now, he was really giving her his best. Betty was the very latest acquisition, in fact, she had only been broken in a little earlier that week, and she was still at that stage when cunt-sucking delighted her more than anything in the world, when her gratitude was completely boundless, once somebody made her come that way. By now she was deeply grateful to Gary, to Vivian, to Kim and even to Timmy, although the boy's technique was still not exactly up to par.
"I love you Gary," she moaned now, stretching her body and thrusting herself up at him, "oh I love you so much for doing it to me ... ohhh ... oh yes, yes, right there! Oh, I can't stand it, I can't stand it any more!"
Gary, even as he finished sucking the squirming girl on the blanket, looked up to check whether everything was going to the old beau's fullest satisfaction. Yes, Mr. Williams seemed quite satisfied.
He had chosen Evita to keep him company and the girl, her bare breasts dangling back and forth, was servicing him now on her knees as he sat on a canvas chair.
Between his white, skinny legs, Evita's willowy back looked darker than ever. The sun had bronzed her naturally matte, dark skin to a lovely coffee-color during the last few days. Her full red lips slid easily up and down along the long but rather slender white shaft of the old man's erected cock. Evita had given up resisting or questioning whatever she was ordered to do, and she did what she was told to whoever wanted it. But she did it without pleasure.
"Mr. Williams," Gary called out, "be sure you tell her to swallow it all, she only does what she's told to do, but she does it."
The old man waved and nodded, lassitude in his gesture, and then he settled down a little more in his chair. He seemed to slide down and forward, into the girl's face. She took him all the way, to the hilt.
"You must swallow it all, child," murmured Mr. Williams softly and put his hand gently on her black, shiny hair. "There will not be much of it," he added, encouragingly.
The girl did not reply but continued to suck steadily, one hand massaging the root of Mr. William's prick, the other softly fondling his balls. He was old and his prick didn't smell or taste good to Evita, but he was gentle. And he came quickly, delicately, with no great emission of seminal fluid. Evita decided that she definitely minded it less with him than with either Charlie or some of the other younger ones.
"Good girl, good girl," panted Mr. Williams, quite out of breath, when he had ejaculated the few drops his body were capable of producing. And then he turned to search in the pocket of his blazer, draped over the back of his chair, and found a five-dollar bill which he slipped into Evita's hand.
"Oh Senhor ... " she gasped, looking down at the money, and then she seized his hand and kissed it. It was the first kindness done to her in this place.
"And now, child, if you will be so good," said Mr. Williams, "you will take my arm and help me up that dune and into the house. The sun is really beating down now and I feel a little faint. But stay with me, when I go into my room, I very much would like to taste that sweet rosebud between your lovely thighs."
"Yes, Senhor," murmured Evita obediently. Whatever these people wanted, she would do it. Evita had made up her mind that she would submit completely, now that her honor had been stolen. An unmarried girl with her maidenhead gone could only be a whore, she had learned that early in life, in her native village. Evita was deeply ashamed? losing one's virginity is always a girl's own fault, her mother had told her often. And she had lost it. She did not know by what error, by what sin she had brought this misfortune upon her head, but she certainly had done it and now she must be punished. In her submission and humiliation she found a measure of relief from the guilt that plagued her.
"I may be an old man," smiled Mr. Williams as he eased himself down upon the bed in his room, "but I still make young girls like you come very nicely. Now let me see, my dear, let me see that little treasure of yours. Come, lift that leg there, let me touch it."
Softly, slowly, two fingers of his right hand turned and churned against the girl's cunt as she presented it to him. Patiently Evita held still, her eyes downcast, her slender, lovely arms dangling at her sides. She was on the bed. one knee down and one up, while Mr. Williams lay on his back, resting from his exertion outside and caressing her almost absent-mindedly.
"You are not getting wet, dear, how come?" he murmured after a little while. "Do I intimidate you?"
Evita did not know what to answer. Wetness between her legs was something she had indeed experienced many times in her life, but it had mostly to do with the dreams and phantasies of her girlhood. What was being done to her here, it seemed to her, had absolutely nothing to do with that image of a svelte young boy, a childhood playmate, whose dark eyes sometimes smiled to her at night when she could not sleep. That was when her pussy got wet.
"I shall help you," smiled Mr. Williams. "Come, child, sit down and open your legs wide. There, you lovely girl, pull up your knees, here comes a treat!"
Everything Mr. Williams did was slow, almost tired. His tongue touched the inside of her left thigh, just above the knee, and then it seemed to take forever until it slid wetly to the top, to where the little cunny-hole gaped darkly. Evita almost wished that he might hurry, that he might get there faster, and she did not know why.
But Mr. Williams did not stick his tongue into her cunt, as some of the others did at times, as Helen did to her every night now. The tip, red and hard and pointy, jabbed at her clitoris. Evita expected his hands to grab now. hard and painful, because that was what she had learned to expect. But nothing happened. The point of the tongue simply continued to jab for a long time, and then it thrilled from side to side, twiddling the little button of flesh quickly, yet very gently and softly.
A tenseness came into the nerve-endings that were between Evita's thighs. Her crotch rose a little, she simply couldn't help it. She wondered how long he could keep on doing what he was doing, that steady, rhythmical back-and forth movement of his tongue.
He's wetting me with his saliva, thought Evita. That's all it is ... Or could it be ... ? No, no. I hate him, just like the others. I feel nothing, she decided.
Then her eyes caught sight once more of Mr. William's prick. It was so small now, soft, limp ... But then why is he doing it, she wondered? What is he getting out of it?
Mr. Williams was breathing a little heavily now, his saliva dribbling from his mouth all over her pussy. Suddenly Evita felt strangely concerned for him.
"Senhor," she murmured, "Senhor ... "
"What is it, child?" he asked her, smiling up at the girl.
"It ... it has been a long time, Senhor, is Senhor not tired?" she whispered.
"A little, my dear. But you have not yet found relief, have you?"
"Relief?"
"You have not climaxed. You have not felt true pleasure. I must continue until you do."
"Oh but no, Senhor," said the girl, shaking her head with surprise, "I never feel pleasure. No pain now, not with you, Senhor. But no pleasure."
Mr. Williams frowned Then he delicately inserted one finger into Evita's fuckhole, quite deep, and moved it back and forth.
"No pleasure? None at all? Yet it is becoming quite wet now, you know."
"Wet, Senhor?"
"Yes, wet. Listen ... " And then he fingerfucked her a little faster. There was a clicking, wet sound coming from her cunt, like small feet walking through puddles, a good distance away.
"Oh!" said Evita, surprise in her voice.
"I would have intercourse with you right now, my sweet," sighed Mr. Williams, "and that might indeed do the trick, but I shall not be able to erect again before late tonight, if at all before tomorrow. It will have to be with my tongue, you see."
"But ... but you are tired. Senhor," murmured the girl.
"Only a little. But I cannot allow a lovely child like you to give me pleasure and not receive any in return I never allow such a thing to happen."
Somehow his words, spoken softly, gently, did more to arouse Evita than his tongue had. But when he returned the latter to her cunt she knew that this time she was responding.
Her hips twitched, more moisture gathered in her crotch, now beginning to flow out of her body and inundating the man's face. Tirelessly he continued licking her.
"Oh ... " said Evita softly, when the strange, exciting feeling shot up, along her spine. "Ohhhh ... " And then the dam broke, the natural passion of her youth and of her hot, tropical blood took over. Her legs were flung open, inviting the man's caress to become deeper, and obligingly Mr. Williams, while continuing to suck her clitty, stuffed two fingers into her cunt.
"Ohhhhh!" shouted Evita and grabbed for her breasts, "AHHHHHHH,,,," And she fell back, unable to control her muscles any more, twitching and jerking convulsively as her clitoris was suddenly held firmly and tightly between the old man's pressing lips, as his tongue continued to tickle and torment her delicious flesh.
Mr. Williams began to touch her between her buttocks now. The most delicate little aperture of her anus, one that had known only pain from its contact with men so far, was being caressed with infinite gentleness. Even the slow insertion of the fingertip, sliding in so smoothly arid delicately, did not hurt. On the contrary. Evita felt as if something very powerful outside of herself had taken possession of her body, of every fiber in it, and was twisting her, making her thrust her crotch into the old man's face again and again.
"Ahhhhh ... " she shouted, "Mama ... Ahhhh ... " And when her knees pumped up and down, when her belly got hard and tight from the tenseness of her muscles, Evita knew that something wonderful was happening to her.
"You see, I knew I would make you come." smiled Mr. Williams. He was leaning down over the girl, his old face wise and gentle. It was all over now, Evita was trembling from head to toe.
"But now I must rest. I really must," said Mr. Williams. "You better run along now, child, and play with the others, with the younger ones, all right?" He patted her cheek in a fatherly fashion and Evita rose from the bed. Silently, puzzled and delighted, she walked to the door. Then she turned once more.
"Thank you, Senhor," she murmured, and quickly she slipped out of the room.
"My my, what have we here?" Evita turned, startled, and saw Helen and Timmy, standing behind her. The boy was naked and in erection, the woman wore a nightgown that revealed every curve of her body.
"Senhora ... " Evita cringed when she saw the light in Helen's eyes. It was cold, grey and cruel.
"Had a little fun for yourself, didn't you?" grinned Helen. Then her face changed into a mask of cruelty and coldness.
"Slut! Whore! I'll have to watch you, won't I? Good thing I happened to be sucking off this boy right in the next room, that way I could tell you were up to no good!"
"But ... but Senhora ... "
"But nothing! Why do you think I asked Kim to lend you to me? And do you think I take you along when I come to the club so that you can amuse yourself? Why, you were the only one in the lot who really hated what was happening to her, and every night when I make you chew my cunt and when I stick my dildoes into you, I get that wonderful feeling of doing it to you against your will! And now that idiot in there tries to ruin everything ... "
Helen reached out and took the girl's wrist roughly. She pulled her close, shaking her.
"Little bitch! Oh, but you are soon going to find out that fun-time is over! Come now, come, we are going to the basement. Timmy, you've got a good hard-on, haven't you? Well, you're going to fuck that whore's ass until she cries for mercy, you understand?"
"Yes, Ma'm, nodded the boy. He too had learned to do what he was told. The difference was that he had also learned to enjoy every bit of it. Evita's asshole was something he had not had a taste of yet, and now that Helen had sucked on him for such a long time he longed to fuck whatever was given him. "I'll hold her hands down," grinned Helen eagerly, when she had pushed Evita down, in the basement den, "and you get going."
On her back, whimpering with fear, Evita was squirming and kicking her legs. Timmy looked puzzled.
"Ain't we gonna turn around?" he asked.
"Don't have to." laughed Helen. "Just make her lift her legs up high, and you'll slip it in like this. Don't get the wrong hole now, remember! It's her shit-hole that's supposed to get it this time. And listen. I want to see the bitch cry, before you drop your load into her, you understand?"
Timmy shrugged. He would do his best and all he really cared for was that it should be hot and tight. Assholes were, in general, he had found out ever since his sister had brought him to this beach.
Evita's juices were still dribbling from her cunt, leftovers of the recent, happier moments she had experienced. Timmy, after he had mounted the girl, got his prick quite wet and slippery while searching for the right hole. And when he pushed, grunting a little with excitement, it slipped into the trashing body of the girl, going in quite easily.
"There, now fuck her! Hump the shit out of her," snarled Helen. Evita's eyes were full of terror, but to her surprise the pain she had expected did not come.
How smooth it all was, she thought. And yet how thick, that prick inside her bowels, going back and forth, pumping into her and filling her with its bulk!
"What's the matter, can't you get her squealing?" grunted Helen.
But when Evita finally began to moan, her eyelids fluttering, her shoulders, twitching, it quickly became obvious that she was not feeding pain but pleasure.
"Well, I'll be ... " murmured Helen, who had never been able to arouse the girl. She looked at her from all sides, touching her, squeezing an arm here, a breast there, and finally she grinned.
"Thought she couldn't really be trained for the bed, that one," she murmured, shaking her head. "But I don't care what makes you wriggle your ass, baby, I don't care if it's because you suffer or because you've got the hots, the main thing is that you wiggle it!"
And then she announced that she would go down on the girl while her ass was being fucked.
"You're gonna have to do it doggie-fashion, Timmy," she said, "so's I can get at that little twat of hers. Come on kids, let's go! Come on!"
Impatiently she tugged at the boy's shoulders to pry him away from the girl and finally succeeded in tearing the rutting youngster away. He stood up next to the bed, holding his prick with both hands and rubbing it furiously as he waited for Evita to be placed in the proper position for him.
"Don't worry, Timmy, I'll keep her hot for you," grinned the woman, digging her fingers into the girl's crotch with one hand while pulling her up with the other. Helen knew just exactly how she wanted her.
"Stand up, little whore," she smiled, "stand up and lean over. Both hands down on the bed, see? Yeah ... just a little closer. Timmy you get behind her. I don't have to tell you what to do now, do I?" she chuckled. Indeed, with Evita's neat, round little arse presented to him in that fashion, the boy rushed to get back into the little hole where everything had been so nice and tight and hot just a few seconds earlier. Grunting with pleasure, leaning forward and guiding his prick with his right hand he shoved it slowly up Evita's shit hole once more while Helen continued to excite the girl with her fingers.
"Oh yes, Oh yes," murmured Helen with satisfaction, "oh you're nice and wet at last, Baby, you sure are ... Now watch what Mommy's gonna do for you!"
Helen certainly was not the tender type when it came to enjoying a girl like Evita, one who could do nothing to defend herself, one so completely at the mercy of others. But she was not adverse to eating out such a girl's cunt when it was dripping, slowly and sensuously, amused and excited by what such treatment could do to her patient.
Helen got on the bed, rolled on her back and moved toward the fucking couple until her head was over the edge of the bed. Above Helen's face, churning and moving, was the young girl's crotch.
Helen let her head go back a little further, reached out with both arms and hooked her hands around the backs of Evita's legs, just below the buttocks. She could feel the muscles work and pump from the fucking Evita was getting and it did not take much pressure of her fingers to encourage the girl. Evita's moans became louder and she opened her legs, pushing her feet apart on the floor, the pink wet twat opened, filled Helen's nostrils with a sudden smell of rutting girlhood and descended.
Helen opened her mouth wide to receive Evita's crotch. The slit was against her tongue now, rubbing furiously, pulsating and grinding as if it were searching for something with great urgency.
Helen brought one of her hands back down to her own sex and started to masturbate very rapidly while sticking her tongue out into the wet mass of open flesh against her face. Finger and tongue both churned, both with similar results. And right above her, Helen could clearly see the pumping shaft of Timmy's prick, veined and thick with excitement, as it pistonned into Evita's bowels.
Evita was mumbling something in Portuguese now, and from time to time she cried out with pleasure. But when Helen suddenly sucked her turgid clitoris into her mouth, pulling on it and tickling its tip with her tongue, right inside her mouth, Evita just opened her mouth wide and howled.
She was coming like nothing Helen had ever seen before. This slight, timid girl, seemed to have suddenly found herself, her inner resources for lust and pleasure. Timmy, who started to ejaculate almost immediately when the girl's climax pulled her asshole tight around his cock, had to use both arms to hug and hold her, or she would have wriggled so much that he would have come out.
Helen was beginning to swallow and slurp as the juices came pouring out of the cunt above her. Evita's discharge, was abundant, rich in consistency and flavor, Helen found, and she kicked her legs and finished making herself come.
When Timmy finally yanked his prick out of the still gripping little hole, the. girl slumped forward on the bed, falling on top of Helen and, much to the woman's delighted surprise, she immediately searched for her crotch. The little face felt hot and lovely against the insides of the woman's thighs, and then Evita started to lick her just as she had been taught, and this time it was not just submissive obedience. Helen could tell the difference.
She too had extracted quite a bit of cunt-juice from her own body, and clearly that was what Evita was after. Her tongue moved and churned all over and she was making small, gulping sounds.
"That's it, little whore, that's it,"' grunted Helen and felt desire rush in on her with full force, once more. "That's it, just keep it up ... Oh you'll make me come again, you'll see ... "
She opened her legs wide to give Evita completely access to anything she wanted. When Helen began to come she closed her eyes and visualized the girl who was doing it all in a different position, kneeling on the floor, with Helen holding her hands and Charlie standing behind her, wielding his bullwhip. it had always been an image that had excited Helen, but now, at the height of her orgasm, she found herself suddenly wrapping her arms around Evita.
"No ... oh no ... never again ... I won't ever let it happen to you again," she groaned, beating her crotch up against the nodding little face.
CHAPTER SIX
"The weather is turning," mused Kim as she looked out at the wind-swept beach. Gary was on the other side, peering into the garden. The leaves had turned brown and the terrace was littered with them.
Standing next to him, Vivian was holding him with one arm around his waist and her head was resting against his shoulder. She too looked at the leaves, followed them with her eyes as they danced across the tiles outside.
"There won't be too many people here, tomorrow," remarked Kim and shrugged with a little sigh. "It's a long drive from the city, now that they're all back there, and I guess they can get laid there as well as here." Again she sighed. Gary turned to her, his eyebrows raised, an impatient expression on his face.
"You're pretty negative these days, aren't you?" he grumbled. "Look at Vivian, she's not complaining, is she now?"
"Ha!" said Kim.
"And what does that mean?" asked Gary.
"Why should she complain," shrugged Kim. "She's getting what she wants most, isn't she? You've been fucking her day and night lately."
"And you're not getting enough, is that it?" he jeered.
"What do YOU think?"
"I think you better get yourself some action over at Helen's place, this afternoon. You're beginning to get on my nerves, you know that?"
"Helen! She and her dildoes and her girls! Listen, Gary, I need something a little stronger, and you know it. I need cock, Baby. So how's about it? Wanna come over to me a little?" Her voice had become cooing and she lifted one leg up on the couch on which she was sitting so that her fluffy, transparent pink robe fell wide open. But Gary's expression had not changed. He looked at his wife with cold eyes now and suddenly she felt naked, obscene. Quickly she covered herself again and her eyes began to sting.
"Bastard ... " she murmured under breath and looked out the window again. Gary turned his head so that lips brushed against Vivian's ear.
"She's in a lousy mood this afternoon. Why don't we go upstairs a little?"
Her eyes flashed gratitude and love at him. Vivian nodded and he led her to the stairs.
"Oh no, you're not!" Kim cried out furiously, jumping to her feet, "not without me, this time!"
Gary turned angrily. "I'll get to you later, I told you I would. But when the two of us are with Vivian, you always get in the way these days, I assure you."
Tears welled up in Kim's eyes and she sat down again, defeated.
"It ... it didn't used to be like that," she murmured bitterly. "You liked it when I went down on your chicks, didn't you?"
"Vivian isn't just one of my chicks, as you put it so tastefully."
"Really?" Kim's voice was rising, mocking. "She's something special, this one, and that's why she has been sucking every cock and every cunt on this beach, just like the others did before her!"
"Kim!" shouted Gary.
"I ... I did it for him" stammered Vivian, her face flushing. "For him and for you, Kim ... Don't you know that?"
"Sure I know it, that's why the others did it too, like that Betty he's been screwing the shit out of that whole week she was here. But lie didn't cornhole her, did he now? Oh no, not that! He was saving her sweet little shit-hole for his friend, his benefactor!"
"You're insane, Kim." growled her husband, letting go of Vivian and rushing to her side. He grabbed Kim's arm and shook her.
"Will you cut it out now?" he hissed. "You want to drive her away? Is that it?" Now his voice was low, almost a whisper, so that Vivian could not hear him. Kim looked up at him, and two big, round tears rolled down her cheeks.
"It's me ... It's me you want to drive out," she sobbed, clinging to him suddenly. "Charlie was right that time, he said I was no more than any of them ... no better than them ... "
Vivian had quickly turned to the stairs and had gone up to the bedroom when her hosts began to whisper. She felt embarrassed over Kim's outburst and a little guilty, for Gary, since he really seemed to prefer her to his wife lately.
Now the girl sat down on the wide bed in which Kim and Gary had slept with her so many nights. Strange, she thought, how strange to think that someday there might again only be two people in this bed, only Gary and ... and me!
Yes, it would be her, she suddenly knew. That he might turn away from his Vivian, push her out of his life after that wonderful, terrible. crazy summer, was simply unthinkable.
But I won't let him hurt Kim, no. I won't, Vivian promised herself. She loved Kim too, she tried to remember. Just as much as the man, yes, they were both one to her, weren't they? Somehow the magic didn't seem to work this time. She kept repeating the words in her head but she was unable to feel them, to believe them, and then the door opened and closed, Gary was standing before her, smiling, handsome, tender, and nothing else mattered.
"What would you like me to do to you, Darling," whispered Vivian, looking up at him. Her eyes were big and bright with her love for him, with her eagerness to please him in any way he liked. There was nothing she would not have done for him and the solitude of the last few days, with him, with Kim, had made her feel soft and lovely inside once more.
Vivian would never say so, but she was glad things had quieted down. She knew that it bothered her two lovers, that they were beginning to worry. But to have them to herself alone, to give herself only to them, at last for a few days, made Vivian very happy.
Gary looked down at her, his eyes hungry again, undressing her. Vivian shrugged off the light veil she had been wearing over her shoulders, the veil which was the only thing hiding her nudity. When her prominent, already lust-swollen nipples appeared, Gary yanked down the zipper on his fly and a slight movement caused his prick to pop out. It was in full erection.
"Yes, tell me, Gary, tell me what I should do now ... " purred Vivian. She stared at the one thing in the world that could make her forget everything else.
Gary started to stroke himself and approached the sitting girl slowly. Proudly she pulled back her round shoulders. She knew what the mere sight of her firm, tiny little breasts could do to him. The way Gary was standing, grinning down at her, it looked very much as if he'd want her to do a little cock- sucking on him.
He bent down and took Vivian's face in his hands, fingers spread over her soft cheeks. Vivian loved it when he did this. It was such a tender, such a lovely way of touching her ...
"Yes baby, yes," he murmured, "just open up now, that's what I want. That's where you're going to take it first."
Vivian began to masturbate with one hand when the thick cock entered her mouth. She used her free hand to hold and guide it first, then to squeeze the root of it, just like Gary had taught her. If Gary became very excited he might want to finish up like this. Vivian did not mind, nothing mattered for as long as it satisfied him. But she would make herself come in time. Swallowing the thick gobs of sperm that would then slip down her gullet would be enough to get her over the brink.
But Gary did not seem intent upon fucking her mouth to the very end. He was pumping back and forth slowly, carefully, the way he did it when he used fellatio only as an appetizer. Vivian knew at last that she would be fucked where she liked it best, this time, and when he pulled his cock out of her mouth she held on to the shaft with her rounded lips, so tightly that they were pulled forward.
"You really love it, my sweet little whore," chuckled Gary, pushing the girl hack onto the bed and climbing on top of her. Vivian did not mind being called his little whore. She was even beginning to like thinking of herself as such, especially when she was wriggling around and trying to make one of his rich friends come into her. Some weren't exactly a pleasure to service, but for as long as it was for Gary ...
Vivian lifted her legs and spread them out, feeling her own juices dribbling down between her legs.
"I'm all excited, Gary," she whispered. "Can you smell how excited I am? Look at all the stuff that's coming out of me, Gary! Oh Gary ... Gary ... Oh yes ... "
Her eyelids fluttered and she panted. She could feel the smooth round glans being pushed into her body.
"You like that, don't you?" murmured the man, "you like it almost as much as when you come! Oh yes, baby, just now, ... just when it slips in ... "
He was driving her completely crazy by doing it with such deliberate slowness! Oh, but how good it would be, in a few seconds, when he'd start pumping ... "
"Deep ... oh, deep ... " Vivian groaned, shoving her cunt at him and spreading herself open as far as she was able to. With her knees bent, she dug her heels into the mattress and pushed herself up. Trembling, tense, she held still until the penetration was complete, until she could feel the pressure of his pelvis against her ditty.
"Go ahead now," whispered Gary, "go ahead, let it rip ... "
Supporting himself on his hands to keep the weight of his body off her, he hovered above the girl. Her arms rose and wound themselves around him, held on, hugged, and while he remained immobile for the time begin, Vivian exploded into action.
The young, supple body of the pubescent child was like a snake now, writhing, and twisting, her hips began to hammer away and her cunt slipped down, away from him, and then seemed to suck, itself up along his prick, aspiring him, and with gasps of pure joy Vivian increased the tempo of her copulating movements.
"You're doing fine, just fine, Baby," grunted the man above. "A guy doesn't have to do a tiling with you, if he just lets you do the work. Oh yes. baby ... Yes. just like that ... and again ... Ohhhh ... "
The strength of that young body, so lithe, so fragile to look at, seemed almost unbelievable. But then, Vivian had exercised all those muscles a woman uses most when she fucks, she had exercised them almost day and night, and this for weeks and weeks now. She knew just how to do it.
"I'm gonna make you come, my love," she groaned, "oh I'm gonna make you come so nicely ... oh you'll see ... "
But she did not have to struggle all by herself much longer. Gary suddenly bore down on her, squashing her into the bedsheets as his full weight fell, and then his buttocks contracted steadily, rapidly, as he slammed his long cock up into the narrow channel.
"Ohhh ... Oh Gary ... " she cried out, her eyes opening wide, staring into his, bright and shiny, "Ohhh it's too good ... OHHHHH ... "
She was coming long before him, as she always did, only to start all over again. Vivian now could climax four, five times, for a man's single ejaculation, even when she found him no more than mildly attractive. But with Gary her orgasms were so powerful that they rocked the bed, slammed it against the wall, and her screams of lust and joy when it happened could have brought the neighbors running if the Spencers had had any, at near range.
Even as she screamed out, Vivian remembered Kim. Kim would hear it now, she would be listening for it, then she would be waiting for the next one and the next one. Vivian didn't know why, but the thought of her lover's wife, perhaps moaning with her own frustration as she heard Vivian's screams, only served to make the girl's pleasure more complete.
"You do love me, Gary, I mean ... really love me?" murmured Vivian afterwards, stretching voluptuously while he fondled her shaved twat.
"Of course I do!" Gary assured her, smiling his most seductive smile. If Kim was becoming O difficult, Vivian would be needed more than ever, he decided. At least for the time being.
Now the girl hesitated for a moment, looking up at him with wide, questioning eyes. Then she suddenly hugged him, throwing her arms around him and pressing her face against his chest.
"You love me even more than Kim by now, don't you?" she whispered, deeply ashamed for having said such a thing and at the same time thrilling at the feeling she had, that she was right.
Gary chuckled and caressed her in his arms. The rivalry that seemed to have cropped up between his wife and his mistress amused him. For the time being, he actually needed them both and he knew it. Not only for the Club, for the great attraction they represented, as Kim seemed to believe all of a sudden. No, it was a personal need, a sensuous one.
Gary' s body, every cell of it, were responding fully to both women and they were so attuned to him by now that none of the other, newer ones, could give him quite as much pleasure in the long run. Their getting along had been important at first, their rivalry could be turned to his advantage now, he decided. Out of competitiveness comes quality!
"When I'm with you, Baby, there's nothing like it," he told Vivian. "But when I get started with Kim ... well you know. she's got talents like no one else!"
"What talents?" Vivian demanded to know.
"Well," he shrugged, "sucking, for instance. She takes it right down her throat, you know, just a little deeper than you are doing it."
"B-but ... but I do it too," protested Vivian, "I ... I swallow everything, all the time, don't I?"
"Yes. but do you just love doing it? Or are you only doing it to please me? Don't think a man can't feel the difference."
"I love it, I love it!" she cried out, her lower lip trembling a little.
"And how about ass-sucking, darling," sighed Gary. "Are you sticking your tongue inside my shithole quite as far as you could?"
Vivian blushed and looked away. There he had her! Oh, why couldn't she just get rid of ALL inhibitions, once and for all! But was Kim really so much better at it? No, it couldn't be, and in any case she would prove to him that she could do it as well as anybody!
"Lemme show you right now, Darling," she begged, "lemme go down on your behind ... please, please ... "
"Ah!" he laughed, "and that's another thing! What's that baby-talk about going down on my behind? You see, you can't be afraid of calling a spade a spade and expect to give it your all when you're doing it!"
It wasn't true, Gary knew that. But perfection is not of this world, and no matter how good a job both of his women were doing on him, why not try and improve things even more?
"All right, all right," conceded Vivian, "then lemme suck out your shit-hole ... lemme stick my tongue up your arse! You'll see, I can say it and do it too, you'll see!"
Gary laughed softly, pleased at the success of his applied psychology. Certainly it would be possible to manipulated Kim in a similar manner, he decided.
"Well, why don't we make a friendly sort of competition out of it?" he suggested. "Why don't you and Kim alternate with me, and that way I can really tell who is better!"
Vivian fell right into the trap. Now she was determined to prove her superiority in all things sexual, she felt so full of love for this man, that she just knew she could win out over Kim.
"I'm going to get her," she said, slipping out of the bed. And Gary leaned back against the pillows at one end, crossed his arms and smiled. Life was good to him these days, he thought.
When Vivian returned, with Kim in tow. Gary had given himself an erection without even touching his prick, just by thinking of these two and of what they could do for him. He felt like some expert trainer with two intelligent monkeys he was about to put through their paces. They would perform like monkeys for him, they would vie with each other, hate each other in the end, no doubt, but instead of fighting, they would express that hatred by competing in Gary's favorite sport.
"Hold it! Lemme look at the two of you," he smiled. "Right there, by the door. Stand side by side. Kim, you might as well take off your things now, because this time you're going to get laid all right."
Stark naked, humbled by the manner in which he was putting them on display for himself, Kim and Vivian stood before him, turned when he told them to turn, bent over as ordered, even spread their ass-cheeks to expose their lovely, tiny little holes to him. Gary could not resist the temptation of touching them and, getting out of bed, he stood behind the two and began fondling their shit-holes slowly, gently, Kim's with his right hand, Vivian's with his left.
"You see how sensitive those spots are?" he murmured, pressing light fingers into the twitching sphincter muscles. "You see how important it is to stimulate the inside of it?"
Kim and Vivian held perfectly still for it, sighing a little, after a while, nothing moving except the muscles of their assholes. These were twitching, pinching the burrowing, sliding fingers.
"All right, enough now," declared Gary. "This was just to give you a general idea of what I want you to make me feel. Of course you can't both suck my shithole at the same time, so we'll just have to get ourselves organized somehow. Come on, let's get on the bed."
Gary hopped in first, and since he knew just exactly what he wanted to do he took up the position he had planned. In the middle of the huge bed he knelt up, hands on his hips, his prick, now completely and rigidly erect standing away from his muscular body in a slight, upward-sweeping arc.
"Vivian, you take care of my asshole first. Kim, you can suck my prick and that way you'll be able to tell just exactly how good a job Vivian is doing on me. Listen, why not learn from each other? I bet you could both improve a little."
Kim made her offended face. But she said nothing. As for Vivian, she was all eagerness concerned only with the importance of showing herself in the best light possible.
She sat down on the bed, her legs together and flat on the sheet, between her lover's spread-out thighs so that his dimpled buttocks, slightly hairy toward the bottom, were just exactly in front of her.
To do as she had been told, Kim had to crouch down on Vivian's shins which the girl instinctively began to move a little when she felt the contact of the familiar crotch. Kim firmly seized her husband's cock with both hands and squeezed it near the root, in preparation of more thorough servicing.
Vivian began prying open the man's arse, gentle little hands pulling the firm flesh on either side of the crack until she was able to reach the puckered-up anus with her lips. When she did just that, moving the very tip of her tongue against it, from side to side, Gary strained to push it out toward her. At the same instant Kim's soft, warm mouth came sliding forward over his shaft. She took him right to the root, right with the first lunge.
Gary sighed with pleasure as he felt Vivian's eager little tongue pushing on. digging into his bowels, fretting as it went, and when Kim's sensuous, full lips slowly slid back, toward the ' rim of his glans, leaving a glistening film of saliva on his cock, he placed his hands on her soft shoulders to direct her in her rhythm.
"That's it, Darling, that's a good little wife," said Gary softly. "Just keep sucking it hard and deep, my love, that's what you do best, anyhow."
Kim grunted something through her nose but the prick went in once more silencing her. Gary held her pressed against him, his cock throbbing inside her throat and he felt her sudden, panicked struggling when she needed air.
Gary had never really been rough with his wife, during intercourse, but this time he suddenly no longer cared. Some part of him coolly remembered the things Charlie had done to so many of his bed- partners and how he had sometimes wondered about the pleasures his friend could derive from it.
Let her struggle a little, he thought as he looked down on his wife. Let's see what it does to me.
Kim's head jerked back against his strong, restraining hands. It jerked again and again, but Gary never gave an inch. Kim's hands began to claw at her husband's thighs but her movements were so erratic that she did not even succeed in scratching him to the quick. Gary smiled at her efforts, feeling a strange and wonderful sensation of pleasure run from his gonads up his spine and to his brain.
Kim's face was turning red and her eyes, turned up to her husband, filled with tears. They were wide and round, pleading with him, desperate eyes. Gary loved the way they looked.
Vivian had suddenly stopped sucking his asshole.
"What's going on?" she inquired softly, leaning sideways to look around her love. When she saw Kim's face, the open mouth with the man's prick planted in it and barely moving, she clapped her hand to her mouth in a gesture of dismay.
"Gary ... You're gonna choke her," she cried out.
"Don't you worry, she can take it," grunted the man.
"Gary, please! ... Oh please!" Vivian lunged for his arm and pulled on it. Unable to move freely, with the writhing, twitching woman's body on her legs, Vivian's efforts were not very effective. Gary did not seem to resent what she was trying to do. He smiled down at her, wriggling his prick deeper into Kim's mouth.
"Don't worry, don't fret my darling, you'll get your turn too, I promise you."
"No! Noooo!" shouted Vivian when she saw Kim's eyelids flutter and realized that the woman was on the point of losing consciousness. With a supreme effort she freed her legs, raised herself up and flung her body headlong at the man. This time she succeeded in making him lose, his balance.
With a snarling curse he fell back, his prick yanked out of Kim's throat and mouth. The retching, where she lay, clutching her throat, fighting to get air.
"Stupid bitch!" hissed Gary. The slap across Vivian's face was unexpectedly hard. With a cry of pain she toppled back, on the bed.
Gary was on top of her in a matter of seconds, pinning her shoulders down and moving his rigid cock toward her mouth.
"All right, you asked for it and you're gonna get it," he snarled.
"Please, Gary ... Please, don't hurt me," wailed the little girl, her eyes filled with terror as she looked up at the man she loved.
"'Open up, little bitch!" he ordered her. "Or must I choke your fuckin' mouth open?" His right hand moved to her throat. Vivian could tell that he meant it. His eyes were wild, blood-shot, his mouth snarling.
With a sobbing little wail she opened her mouth to him and felt the huge prick slide in.
"Noooo ... Nggggg ... " she gagged as the glans pushed against the back of her throat. For a brief moment she felt utter terror, and then she was suddenly free.
Vivian scrambled away and sat up. She saw what had happened. Gary was flat on his back, his arms spread out and he wasn't moving. Kim stood over him, holding a brass candlestick in her raised hand. Vivian gasped when she saw the expression on the woman's face. She had never seen naked hate so vividly expressed before.
"Bastard, you dirty bastard!" Kim shouted and raised the candlestick once more. Vivian got to her just in time.
"Don't be crazy, Kim ... Please, don't," whimpered the child, clinging to the woman's arm. Kim was breathing deeply and finally turned to the girl, her arms dropping to her sides.
Tiredly she shrugged and walked to the door.
"Go look if he's all right." she said and "Go look if he's all shrugged. Then she left the room.
Vivian knelt down by the bed, wrapped her arms around Gary's shoulders and peered into his face. She saw that he was breathing and then he began to moan. His right hand went up to his temple, and he winced as he opened his eyes.
"Oh my darling ... my love ... " whispered Vivian, coming closer and trying to reach his lips with her mouth. Gary frowned and pushed her away.
"Go ... go away. I've had it with the two of you."
He rolled over on the bed and put his face into the crook of his arm. Vivian felt cold all of a sudden as she stood up.
THIS IS THE MAN I LOVE, she thought. I LOVE HIM MORE THAN MY LIEE ... It didn't work. Vivian had to admit to herself that she no longer fell anything. She stared down at the man on the bed, at the motionless limbs, the hairy ass, and it no longer meant anything. With a sigh she too turned to the door." IT'S JUST THE SHOCK OF IT ALL. she told herself but she felt sad, empty.
Then she decided to look after Kim.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Vivian found Kim downstairs in the living room. She had apparently decided to put on her robe and then changed her mind for now she was sitting on the couch, the flimsy nylon drawn loosely across her middle. Kim's head was lying back and she was asleep.
Vivian approached on her toes, somewhat worried, but when she bent down over the woman she could hear the regular breathing and knew Kim was all right.
The sadness that had arisen in Vivian's heart, up in the bedroom, was overpowering her now. It was stronger than any feeling of guilt toward nut her the Kim and gently she woman's forehead.
Kim opened her eyes slowly. For a moment they looked at each other in silence.
"Kim," murmured Vivian, "it's over, Kim. Everything is over."
"I know," replied Kim softly, quietly. "For ME TOO'"
"Don't say that," said Vivian, "please don't! You love him. he's your husband. You have so many things going for you two."
"That's over too. let's not kid ourselves," murmured Kim.
"Your project? The resort?"
"The whole thing. Can't you tell? Who needs it, who in hell needs us when they all have enough money to get whatever they want wherever they want. Did you know that Helen is taking Evita to Venezuela this week? They'll spend the winter there. Helen always does."
"But there will be another summer, Kim. they will all be back."
"Don't be so sure. The novelty will have worn off, believe me. In fact. I know that Charlie has been talking for months about moving to Bangkok for a couple of years. Seems he can get twelve-year-old little girls there for a song, to play his kind of games with him, You can be sure he won't be back so soon if that's true."
"Well ... you still have each other, you and Gary," said Vivian.
"How wonderful!" Kim's voice was mocking, bitter. "Can't you see what it has done to him? To us? Next time you won't be around to save me, you know."
"It was just an accident, Kim. something about the situation that drove him wild, maybe."
"There always have been 'situations' with us, there always will be," sighed the young woman. Suddenly she was holding both of the girl's hands in hers.
"Vivian, oh Vivian, let's split. Just you and me, let's get away from here, from him, let's .start all over, how about it? I'll be like a good mommy to you."
Vivian's heart began to beat a little faster. She no longer trusted Kim entirely. She had seen her sacrifice the needs and wishes, the modesty of others, strictly for her own purposes. Yet Kim suddenly seemed to be all she had left. Kim and her soft, caressing hands and lips, her insidious tongue, the way she had with girls ...
"No, no, it won't work!" Vivian cried out, trying to pull her hands away.
"Is it because you don't want to commit yourself to me?" asked Kim and smiled. "You don't have to, you know. And listen, I'm not that much different from you, I too need men. But I also need you."
"Why me?"
Kim shrugged. "I can't explain it," she said. "Perhaps these are things one only feels. Who knows, perhaps I want a chance to make up for some lousy things I did to you."
"To me?"
"You didn't want to fuck around with all these guys, all summer, Vivian, not with all of them. I know you did it for Gary and for myself. What you really wanted was just him, not even me. You accepted me because he wanted you to, and then you accepted everything else. Listen Vivian, if we go away together, if you want to, we'll just be sisters to each other, I won't even touch you."
"You wouldn't?" asked Vivian. Kim smiled when she detected the note of disappointment in the girl's voice.
"I would want to," Kim reassured her, "but I wouldn't do it against your will.
Vivian giggled and shook her head.
"You're a sly one, aren't you Kim? You know darn well I couldn't stay away from you if we were living together."
"Oh, once you've got a nice boy-friend ... "
"What would we do for money?" asked Vivian, to change the subject.
"Don't worry about that. What Gary doesn't know about can keep us going for years." Vivian stared at her shocked.
"You mean you have ... you mean he doesn't know about ... "
"About pin-money? Husbands never do. Remember that, if you should ever get married. No, I am not a complete fool my darling. I always took out a little insurance against a rainy day like this. You know what we are going to do? We are going to pick a sweet, quiet little town, a place where people are a little dull and terribly decent, and we'll stand it on its ear!"
"You're crazy ... "
"Yeah ... crazy for life, for fun!
Vivian felt empty inside, weak, without any will left of her own. Kim's determination, her apparent energy, were something to latch onto, her leadership something to follow. Vivian went to pack her things later in the afternoon, after Gary had taken the car and stormed away, swearing that he would not come back alone.
Kim took her jewelry, a few dresses, and not much else. Then she called for a limousine to take them to the railroad station. By eight o'clock the two women were comfortably installed in the train to Chicago.
They had a compartment to themselves and it was not long before Vivian had her head leaning against the woman's shoulder, purring softly and forgetting her misgivings about the immediate future, aware only of the infinite gentleness of slowly moving fingers inside her panties.
They had drawn the little curtains in front of the glass door leading into the corridor and they had locked the door. Their privacy was complete.
"Oh Kim ... it feels so good, so very, very good," sighed the young girl, spreading her legs slightly to the insidious caress.
"I love doing it to you." murmured Kim. "I didn't, in the beginning, a couple of years ago, when Gary first made me do it to one of the chicks he brought home. I was embarrassed, I felt wicked, you know. He was watching me. staring at my hand as it went like this ... and like this ... just the way I'm doing it to you now, my sweetheart. And I watched his cock grow big and stiff. It got to me, you see, just watching him erect, and when that sweet kid I was masturbating started trying to show her gratitude, when she began fumbling around between my thighs, she found a pretty darn wet and excited pussy, lemme tell you!"
"Did she kiss it?" whispered Vivian and wriggled a little against her friend. "Did she put her tongue into it?"
"Not right away, darling. She was pretty new at this too, you understand, so she just caressed me back, trying to do to me what I was doing to her. Gosh, I can still see her, that serious, intense little baby-face, those large, deep-blue eyes ... "
"And later? What happened later?" asked Vivian, feeling more and more aroused.
"Oh later," chuckled Kim, "later Gary made me do just about everything. He started to fuck me, from behind, while I knelt over the kid, he was going in and out of my ass and fingering my clitty at the same time. You can just about imagine how much resistance I was still able to put up at that point, and so when the kid's twat lay open before me - and the tiniest pink little pussy you could imagine it was - you better believe I went to town on it! Oh Baby, I suddenly loved everything about it, the smell of it, the taste of all that juice coming out of it, everything!"
"Did she suck you then?" Vivian inquired.
"She sure did. Me and Gary at the same time, with her tongue fretting back and forth, between my cunt and his shaft, whenever it emerged from my shithole. Oh, she turned out to be terrific all right."
The memory of her first such experience roused the young woman's senses. Turning herself completely toward Vivian she began inserting two of her fingers into the girl's twat. With a deep, shuddering sigh, Vivian opened up for this caress.
"When we change trains in Chicago," whispered Kim, "I'll quickly go and buy us something nice."
"What, Kim?"
"A nice, fat rubber prick I can strap on to fuck you with, that's what. A thicker one than anything you've been screwed with before, and longer too, you'll see, they make some great ones.
"Oh Kim ... Kim ... what are you going to make of me?" sighed Vivian. She pushed her abdomen up, welcoming the deep, penetrating caress and closed her eyes. She tried to imagine what it would be like to have Kim lying between her legs, completely naked and perspiring from physical effort, humping away on her and ramming some thick, hard artificial cock up her cunt. Vivian knew it would be delicious, complete, a total sexual experience. Was it possible to get along without a man? Completely? Forever?
Kim's soft, caressing mouth was on hers. The woman's tongue ran back and forth against her teeth until Vivian parted them, and then slipped in, darting and playing.
"Mmmmmm ... " sighed the girl, arched her back and, softly, gently, with a few quick twitches and jerks, she climaxed.
"Feel like having dinner?" asked Kim after a little while.
"Uh-uh," replied Vivian. The steady movement of the train was rocking her to sleep. With her skirt up to her belly and her panties dangling from one ankle, she was a ravishing sight in the dim light of the train compartment.
"I'm starved," announced Kim. "Will you be all right? I'll go and get something to eat. Bring you a sandwich and beer?"
"O.K., a little later," murmured Vivian without opening her eyes. By the time Kim slipped out into the corridor the girl was asleep.
The train was less than half full. Kim made her way forward, to the dining ear. A few faces turned on her passage, a few male mouths smiled at her, but she ignored them. At last she arrived and chose a table at the other end of the car, where she would have no neighbors. Kim was hungry, but she also needed to think. She did not want to have any conversations with strangers tonight. Kim ordered pork-chops and a beer, the right things for a good, healthy appetite such as her interlude with Vivian had given her.
LITTLE BITCH DIDN'T DO MUCH FOR ME THOUGH, thought Kim as she waited for her food to arrive. IF SHE REALLY THINKS SHE'S GOING TO SPONGE ON ME AND GET HER CUNT SERVICED BY ME AT THE SAME TIME, WITHOUT HAVING TO DO ANYTHING IN EXCHANGE, SHE'S GONNA BE SADLY MISTAKEN.
Kim was reviewing her motivations for taking Vivian along. There was the satisfaction of taking her away from Gary, of course. And then there was the girl's smooth, young body, her tender ways when she was caressed, her responsiveness to it. Kim liked it in both men and women, she loved to see them let go and abandon themselves completely when she worked on them. Nevertheless, these were not sufficient reasons, in Kim's order of things, for settling herself with a companion for an indefinite period of time.
Kim wondered whether she might not have been a bit rash after all, but since there was always the easy way out of dropping the kid somewhere, of booting her out whenever Kim decided she had enough, no harm was done.
In the meantime, since Vivian had come along for the ride, Kim decided there would have to be found means of getting the most out of Vivian's momentary submissiveness and dependency. Teaching her to serve Kim's sexual needs fully, completely, such as the girl had never really learned it before, was one thing. Making a little profit on her, on the side, was another obvious possibility. It would not be difficult to farm the little goose out to some horny benefactor, when the time came, for as long as Kim could gain and nurture Vivian's love. Kim had no qualms whatsoever about this.
Deep in thought, Kim had almost finished her meal without even realizing that she was eating or tasting what she was eating, in spite of her initial hunger. She did not even notice the tall, slim middle-aged man with the greying temples who had risen from his seat, two tables away, and was coming toward her.
"May I speak to you for a moment, Ma'am?" he asked, bowing slightly from the waist. Impatiently, Kim looked up at him.
"What is it?" she asked curtly.
"May I?" he murmured, pulling out the unused chair across the table, and without further ado he sat down, crossed his arms on the white tablecloth and smiled at Kim. It was a warm, friendly smile, the grey eyes smiling as much as the mouth.
"I would rather be alone, if you don't mind," said Kim defensively. Under other circumstances she would immediately have weighed the possibilities for having this distinguished man join her and Gary's little club, but now she was not prepared to be seductive for anyone's benefit.
"I shall not introduce myself yet, Ma'am, since my name would mean nothing to you and since you might not care knowing it, after I have had my say." the man said softly. "Let's just say that I am your neighbor."
"My neighbor?" Kim looked puzzled.
"Temporarily only," he said and smiled, "On this train only, Ma'am. Yet I know more about you than most neighbors learn about each other in years."
"What do you mean?" asked Kim sharply, feeling uncomfortable all of a sudden.
"I know that you have a travel companion, your little sister perhaps? As pretty as yourself. I know that you like her very much."
Kim stared at him coldly.
"Oh please," he continued, "believe me when I assure you that idle curiosity is not one of my faults, it just happens that when the train stopped briefly, about an hour ago, there was a very large glass panel on a building, just across from your and my compartment window. A very dark panel, acting as a mirror, and it was located in just the right spot so that I could not help seeing you and the little girl."
Kim flared up. "Whatever gives you the right, buster ... " she began, but he raised his hand quickly to silence her.
"Please let me finish," he said softly, his voice as even and dispassionate than before. "When you hear what I have to say you can simply tell me that you are not interested in my proposal and you will be rid of me. On the other hand it might be a most interesting suggestion to you." He waited to see whether she would order him away from her table or whether she was prepared to listen. Kim remained silent, staring at him coldly, but he could tell that her curiosity had been aroused.
"I live in a small town, about an hour's drive from Chicago," he said finally, once he had made sure that he would not be interrupted. "It is a dull little dump of a town, I assure you. but my business is located there and I cannot leave it for long. It is a plant where we manufacture a line of rubber products, and it has become more profitable a business over the last two years. I might say that it is the town's principal source of income, since most of its working population is employed there."
Kim's face relaxed somewhat. Her high forehead smoothed out as she leaned forward slightly. The man smiled at her.
"Rubber products, yes," he said. "It has been in my family for two generations. Garden hoses, until plastic became big, then mostly those round tighteners you use on glass jars, for preserves and such. Until my father's death, two years ago, that is. I have revamped production considerably since."
"No more bottle tighteners?" murmured Kim, now almost unable to keep a serious face.
"No, indeed. No more of that. Prophylactics, at first, and then other products that have become most popular across the country. Rubber-encased vibrators, for one, and then a line of artificial male organs of all sizes."
"Dildoes? How interesting," said Kim and shrugged, trying to look detached.
"I see that you understand, you know what these things are," the man said and nodded with satisfaction.
"Yes, dildoes, as well as artificial female organs, recently, even rubber dolls with the right things in the right places, for a rather limited but highly sophisticated clientele. Needless to say that these are not your run-of-the-mill inflatable models, but finely sculpted imitations of the female body, complete with a small, built-in electrical motor that imparts life-like contractions to the lower part of the abdomen."
"Why, that is fascinating!" exclaimed Kim, suddenly quite interested. Any man engaged in the manufacture of such an expensive line of products must be quite well-to-do indeed, she thought.
"I am glad that you are interested," he said with a happy little smile. "And now I shall come to the point, my dear young lady. I have recently designed a new type of sex-aide, meant for women only, and have been able to finish the prototype just last week. It has never been tried. It has never been evaluated. Meeting you tonight, I assure you, can only be interpreted as a fateful sign, important enough so that I felt emboldened to approach you ... "
Kim's loud, hearty laugh interrupted him.
"You mean you would like us to test this prototype for you?" she asked finally, when she caught her breath again. The man nodded happily.
"And tell you what we think of it?"
"Yes, yes, that was what I wanted," he said, "and of course you would be compensated, business is business after all. A thousand dollars a piece, to you and to your friend, would that be satisfactory?"
Kim decided that there would be no point in hiding her delight from him. His approach had been so direct, honest and candid, that she might as well admit how amusing and interesting the proposal was to her.
"It's a deal," she said and held out her hand to him. Eagerly he took it and squeezed it warmly.
"Your friend won't object, will she?"
"Why would she? Between her and myself, as you know by now, there are no holds barred."
"Yes, in your intimacy, in your privacy," he agreed, "but for a scientific test? With me present, taking notes?"
Kim's eyebrows went up a little. She wasn't really all that much surprised that he should turn out to be a voyeur after all, but she was a little disappointed. How amusing it would have been if he had really been a wide-eyed, innocent businessman, interested only in the promotion of his product.
"Wanna get your kicks too, don't you?" she said softly. To her amazement he looked truly shocked, almost horrified.
"Oh no, no! Oh dear, what must you have thought! Let me assure you that I would much rather not be present, but since the test as all such tests must be observed objectively, after all, and since I would never permit any . of my employees or engineers to ... well, to expose themselves to certain aspects of sexuality ... what I mean, I know myself, I can be sure of myself only, of the purity of my intentions!"
HE'S FOR REAL, thought Kim. HOW ABSOLUTELY DELIGHTFUL!
"I am sorry," she murmured, "terribly sorry. But you know what it is, one meets so many creeps in life ... "
The man nodded sympathetically.
"You don't have to worry about the kid. She is quite open minded and especially since your intentions are purely scientific and commercial ... "
"Oh yes, yes," he said and nodded anxiously, "yes indeed"
"Well then, there is absolutely no reason for my little Vivian or for myself to object."
The man then introduced himself quite formally, again shaking her hand. His name was Mike Landers, the town was Glenwood, and if it was all right with Kim, he could take them there immediately from the station in Chicago, since his chauffeur and limousine would be waiting for him.
"I should be honored if you accepted to be my guests during the few days necessary to complete the tests," he told her. "You will be quite comfortable, I assure you, since my house is a large one, with a few guest rooms ready at all times." Again Kim agreed.
Even the ride in the luxurious black limousine had not prepared the two friends for the actual size of Mike's house. Set back on a low hill, it was more a mansion than anything else.
"How many people live in your place?" murmured Kim.
"Myself and Jonathan, the butler, no one else. I guess I forgot to tell you, I am a bachelor," he added.
"Wow ... " Kim couldn't bring out much more.
"The chauffeur, the cook and the two maids occupy the little cottage over there, to the left," said Mike Landers and pointed. The cottage alone could have made any average family with five children quite happy.
"I've done quite well in my business, as you can see," said Mike quietly, trying to appear modest but unable to hide his deep pride. "Of course I have my own workrooms in the house too, my laboratory, the testing equipment, my reference library."
"A library?" asked Vivian, and Mike nodded.
"Technical reference books, mostly, but also a complete documentation on artificial sex-aides through the ages and all over the world. Did you know that there were dildoes in ancient China? And the Egyptians of the fourth dynasty used to ... "
"You must be getting horny from your readings," giggled Kim.
Mike shook his head emphatically.
"Please believe me," he began, "my interest is strictly ... "
"Scientific!" Kim finished for him.
They had arrived at the foot of the wide stone steps leading up to the front entrance and the car stopped. The chauffeur leaped out and held the door for the three passengers. Then he led the way into the house and Mike came up behind the two friends.
"And what do you do for sex, Mike?" asked um softly when he took her arm.
"Chicago. Once a month. Only professional services, they are the least distracting," he explained simply. It was then that Kim decided that she would do her very best to shake this single-minded man out of his serenity. Just for the fun of it.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Mike Landers was wearing a white laboratory smock and he was holding a clip-board in his hand. He annotated a form on which boxes were provided for the code numbers, ages. occupations, average number of orgasms during a one-month period, as well as a number of other pertinent data on the sex-life of subjects to be tested.
Ready and naked, sitting side by side on a very wide, clean bed, Kim and Vivian gave him answers for all his questions. Kim was trying hard to keep a straight face while Vivian seemed somewhat embarrassed.
"Have you ever used artificial devices before, in your sexual activities with other women?" asked Mike, avoiding to look directly at the pair on the bed.
"Yes," replied Kim. "Just an ordinary vibrator, a couple of times. But I've always liked getting eaten out better."
Mike nodded and scribbled. He was all business.
"And you, Vivian?" he asked.
The girl shook her head.
"All right," announced Mike, "this time you will of course use the new dildo and if my projections are correct, based upon the information you have given me, you should experience a surprising number of orgasms with it before the end of the afternoon."
He turned to the tall, white closet against one of the walls of the clean, white room. Carefully, as if it might break, he took out an object, returned to the bed and showed it to Kim and Vivian.
The dildo consisted of two sturdy artificial pricks, extremely realistic in every detail, including the veins along the shafts, the flaring of the glans, at the rim, even the coloring. Kim raised her hand to touch the object. The consistency was perfect. It was the resilient stiffness of living erectile tissue in a complete state of arousal. What surprised her most was the warm temperature of the rubber surface.
"Clever, isn't it?" said Mike proudly and smiled. "Tiny batteries within the shafts, you see, keeping them at a constant temperature of one hundred and four degrees. Slightly higher than for a healthy individual, but I decided it would provide for additional pleasure."
The two rubber cocks were joined at the roots so that they formed a forty-five degree angle. A small metal ring was attached to the rubber, where the two cocks met, and from the ring dangled a pair of rubber belts. Mike explained that they were to be pulled up and worn by both participants, once the dildoes were inserted.
"The design is such that even violent intercourse cannot dislodge them," he said.
Below the angle formed by the dildoes, in the middle, hung the biggest pair of balls Kim and Vivian had ever seen. The rubber sack holding them was as realistic as the rest of the dildo.
"They are most functional, you know," said Mike, "not just ornaments, not by a long shot. Let me demonstrate. Kim, would you hold the dildo with both hands, and point the tips away from you. There, that's it."
Mike reached into his pocket and produced a small black box that easily fitted into the palm of his hand. There was a red button in the middle of it. Mike depressed it.
The dildo in Kim's hands seemed to come alive, both pricks contracting and expanding suddenly, and sharp, powerful jets of a white, thick liquid squirted repeatedly from the tiny openings at the tips of the glans.
Kim was so startled that she almost dropped the dildo, but then she smiled, her eyes wide with surprise and delight.
"How the hell d'you do it?" she murmured.
"Transistors," explained Mike. "Utmost miniaturization. All hidden inside the balls and the bodies of the cocks. To refill them, we simply insert a syringe into the tips and squeeze in the special synthetic sperm our chemical department has developed. It is perfectly comfortable, by the way, and I have been told that the taste is extremely close to the real thing. We've had it for years, of course, for our regular dildoes. The old models are all hand-operated of course, but this one is definitely a break-through, don't you think so?"
"Science in the service of fucking," murmured Kim.
"And why not?" said Mike. "Why should humanity not apply what has been discovered over the centuries, to increase pleasure? Why should technology only be used for destruction?"
"You are so right, so absolutely right," agreed Kim. She turned to Vivian and took her hand.
"Touch it, darling, Just touch it, how's it feel?"
"It's fantastic," whispered the girl, then she closed her eyes. "I can just see the guy this prick could belong to," she continued and smiled a little. "He must be a giant!"
"Not exactly," grinned Mike. "I'm only five feet eight and a half."
"YOU?" they both exclaimed in unison. Mike nodded, trying to look modest.
"A cast, you know," he murmured. Kim stared at him, marveling at the dimensions of the object. He didn't look half-bad, that man, but who would have suspected that he was hung like a donkey?
Kim's determination to shake her host out of his strictly professional attitude was growing stronger by the second. Only for the time being, she decided, she would play along as she was expected to. Besides, trying out this new invention of his certainly could prove to be most interesting.
"I shall sit over there now," said Mike, pointing to the little console with control panels and switches, standing some six feet away from the bed. Kim unconsciously touched the narrow tape wound around her left wrist and the one attached to her rib-cage. No wires, nothing to hamper her in her movements. Everything worked by radio-waves, just as the release-mechanism of the double-prick, and her respiration, hear-beat and even blood pressure could be monitored at a distance. The man was truly a genius, Kim was convinced of it now.
Before sitting down, Mike refilled the dildo. Kim noted with satisfaction that it took at least half a quart of the liquid before the reservoirs were full.
"Won't you show us how to wear it?" she asked, batting her eyes at the man.
"Oh no, no," he murmured, visibly embarrassed, "just follow the chart here ... see. on the wall?"
"Why don't you want to help?" the young woman insisted mischievously.
Mike seemed troubled. He made Kim think of a university professor who might have listened to an off-color joke.
"Frankly." he said after some reflection, "I would be doing you an injustice. I am only human, you know, and I do not want you to undergo this test with the feeling that you are at the same time becoming an object of lust, can you understand that?"
"And now?" smiled Kim, "at this very moment? Seeing us sitting here, bare-assed naked, doesn't that excite you?"
"It could, if I were not so much in control of myself," the man replied stiffly. "I am strictly concentrating on the technical aspect, you see." Quickly he handed Kim the little control switch and went to the console where he sat down behind the illuminated dials.
"Please commence," he said, looking down at the panel.
"Listen Mike, we're not gonna stick that thing up our twats just like that," objected Kim. "A girl has to get her pussy tickled a little, to make it nice and wet, before she sticks ANYTHING into it."
"Whatever you think," nodded Mike, still without looking up. "Take you time. Please let me know when you begin insertion."
Kim knew now that he did not intend to look at them, not once during the act. She decided that she would do her best to make him lose his cool anyway. After all, he didn't have his ears plugged up.
"Well, here we go, baby," she said, turning to Vivian. "Come face me a little, we're gonna frig each other a little."
They sat with their legs crossed, each reaching down into the other's open crotch, their lips beginning to touch. The dildo was lying on the bed, within easy reach.
Softly they masturbated each other for a while, their bodies beginning to tingle and their tongues searching for each other. Kim's right middle finger soon began to click noisily between Vivian's cunt-lips as the juices of excitement started to pour out of the young girl. As for the woman herself, she had started to wet even before Vivian had touched her, the sight of the two spurting rubber-pricks had been enough to do the trick.
"Wanna suck my tits a little?" Kim sighed loudly. Vivian nodded and brought her face down to her friend's left nipple. Her lips slid over it, grabbed it, sucked it into her mouth. Kim uttered a shuddering groan and rammed her finger, up into Vivian's hole.
The young girl began to whimper with excitement, even as she continued to suck Kim. Not a sound was coming from the console, Mike sat still as if he were made of stone, his eyes staring down at his dials.
"You're getting nice and wet now," giggled Kim. "You're really dripping, baby ... oh, we won't have any trouble at all with you, that big fat prick is gonna slip in just like that!"
"Give it to me," whimpered Vivian at last. "Oh please Kim, please ... ! need to be fucked. I need it badly!"
"Not just yet, darling, you've got to do one little thing for me first, see. I have, to get as wet as you are. my love, and for that you know what I need, don't you?"
"Want me to eat you out?"
"What else?" Kim was as ready for penetration as she would ever be but she had decided to give Mike a chance to get a good hard-on, whether he wanted to or not. Kim was rather confident that she would succeed.
She knew that she could simply have told the man how welcome he would be in bed, with her and Vivian. Nevertheless Kim found it much more amusing to break down his resistance in this insidious manner, against his will.
Slowly, languorously, she leaned back against the pillows on the bed and spread herself out, nice and wide, her white thighs and open gash inviting Vivian's caressing tongue.
"Suck, my darling, suck it real hard, won't you?" she said. The girl's soft mouth lunged and covered the pink, wet flesh of her cunt. Kim's body twitched violently, as always when it started to happen, and she began to caress the soft hair on Vivian's bobbing head.
"Yes baby, yes ... just like that, that's the way I like it," moaned Kim, "stay with my clit for a while. Yeah, now you're doing it to me ... you sure are doing it right, darling, it's getting big and thick, isn't it? Can't you feel it swell? Ohhhh ... ohhhh ... Your tongue, how sharp it is ... yes, yes, keep going now, just keep going ... I want you to make me come once like that, before we start fucking!"
Vivian was more than wiling to service her friend, but her need for relief and release was growing by the second. The pulsating clitty against her lapping tongue reminded her of something bigger, stiffer, of a prick, a male squirter, and she knew that she was beginning to miss it. Vivian was looking forward to getting the strange dildo stuck into her, but secretly she hoped that the real thing would follow, that Mike would indeed want to screw her.
Vivian did not know of Kim's secret intentions, she feared that the afternoon would be devoted to the experiment and nothing else. Without consulting Kim, she resolved to do what she could, on her own, to receive what she felt she needed.
While continuing to massage the woman's cunt with her tongue and with her lips, Vivian pulled up her legs so that she was kneeling, her round little ass turned toward Mike. With one hand she reached behind herself, pulled her crack open and began poking one finger into her shit hole. It felt good, it helped her to be patient, and at the same time, so Vivian hoped, it would not escape Mike's attention.
Still somewhat shy when her cunt was still dry, Vivian had finally reached the point at which she could be totally shameless as soon as her snatch began lubricating. At that very moment it was already inundated with her juice.
Kim's legs began to jerk in quick little spasms as her first orgasm approached. Her hips were making copulating motions on the bed, jumping up at the sucking girl, her head rolled from side to side and she was beginning to squeeze her tits with both hands so that the thick nipples jutted out, hard and swollen.
Kim's eyes were half closed when she started to come, and from beneath her lids she saw that Mike was struggling hard to keep his face down. From time to time he flashed a quick look at the pair, his eyes troubled and anxious. Kim wondered vaguely what seemed to attract him in particular, since he seemed to concentrate on Vivian's ass. She couldn't see the steadily pump in g index finger reaming out the girl's hole, from where she was, but soon Kim no longer cared about Mike or about anything else. The world had shrunk for her, down to a small wet area between her legs, nothing existed any longer than the quick, darting jabs of a hot, small tongue against her snatch.
Kim let go completely. She howled like a wild animal as the convulsive contractions of her orgasm caused her body to jerk up again and again. Her discharge drenched Vivian's face, entered her mouth, ran down over the bed sheet.
Taking the initiative for once, Vivian reached out blindly until her fingers found the firm, warm rubber of the dildo. She raised her head, looking into the pleasure-distorted face of her friend. Only by feel, without seeing what she was doing, she spread the woman's lips on either side of the slit, brought the heavy glans to bear against the edges of the orifice and pushed. Her hand moved forward easily, there was a wet, clicking sound and the enormous prick was rammed home.
"Ahhhhhh ... " screamed Kim, trashing so wildly that she was beginning to roll off the bed. But Vivian held on to her, screwing the dildo deeper and deeper into the woman's cunt, turning it from side to side, and when it was securely inserted she quickly tied the strap around Kim's waist. When that was done she moved back.
"Fuck me," she shouted, "this time you must! Oh please, Kim, fuck me with that thing, fuck me right now!"
She held her legs open for Kim, helping along with her hands to pry her tight little cunt open to admit the king-sized prick. Kim was crawling toward her, eyes shining brightly, and she had visibly recovered from the efforts of climaxing.
"I'm gonna fuck the shit out of you, baby," she growled, deep down in her throat. Vivian stared down at the jutting cock. It really fitted her like a man!
"Stick it into me, oh please, please ... Deep in, Kim ... Yes, there, you're at the right spot now, my darling ... Oh yes, yes ... "
Vivian was quite beside herself as she received the woman on top of her. She clung to Kim's neck and shoulders, rising her body up, waiting for the deep thrust.
It came suddenly, savagely, stretching the tender walls of her young vagina so that she cried out with pain. Yet, at the same time, her legs shot up and encircled the lunging woman.
"It hurts ... it hurts ... " wailed Vivian and pushed herself up even further, ready to receive the penetration all the way.
The girl's knees pinched eagerly into the sides of the humping, trashing woman on top of her. Vivian's whimpers soon changed into moans of pleasure and they, in turn, were stifled by Kim's tongue sliding into her mouth and filling it, exploring it, tasting it.
Mike wrote furiously as he noted the indications on the dials of his console. He had Vivian's signals on the left, Kim's on the right, and everything seemed indeed to be functioning perfectly. The heartbeats increased. Vivian's ahead but Kim catching up pretty quickly. Breathing became faster, more shallow, irregular.
If only they wouldn't make so much noise when they fucked, thought Mike, feeling his prick throb and strain against the material of his pants. He had monitored many such tests, but he had always been able to find some pretty ugly women to stick dildoes into themselves, so that he had never become excited before, while working under such circumstances. Girls who went for each other were not that easy to find, at least non-professionals who really loved what they were doing, and so he had jumped on the opportunity when he had discovered this lovely couple. Right now he wondered whether he had not been somewhat hasty.
"Stick me with it, oh yes," howled Vivian when Kim removed her tongue from the girl's mouth, just long enough to catch her breath. "Ream me out with that huge fat prick of yours ... oh please, keep doing it to me ... you're gonna make me come, you will!"
For a moment the girl held her breath, clinging to Kim and shuddering as her belly contracted. The climax took hold of her and, at the very peak of it, losing all sense of realities, she cried out the name of the one man she associated with what she felt between her legs.
"Gary ... oh Gaaary ... You're making me come ... right now ... NOW ... NOW!"
Kim held on to the climaxing girl until she too felt the flow of cunt-juice pouring from her slit, and then she remembered the little black switch she was still holding in her hand. Furiously she pressed down on the button, and a fraction of a second later the prick inside her expanded, contracted, expanded again, moving with a life of its own, and hot, stabbing liquid exploded from its tip. Beneath her, Kim watched Vivian's face as the girl moved from climax to climax, almost without interruption, her screams of joy echoing from the bare walls of the room.
"Gary ... " she moaned once more, and then her eyelids fluttered madly and she seemed to lose consciousness.
"Excellent, absolutely incredible," shouted Mike, jumping up from his chair as all the needles on Vivian's dials went to the very ends of their paths.
For a moment he had quite forgotten his detached, scientific attitude and ran over to the bed, leaning down over the two embracing women, feeling down between his legs, his fingers manipulating his rigid prick through the material of his pants.
By the time he realized what he was doing, it was too late. Kim had whirled, turning to him and spraying cunt-juice into his face from the end of the rubber cock that was yanked out of Vivian's body. Her mouth was like that of a hungry fish, rounded and lunging, and Mike could do nothing but hold still and moan as his zipper was pulled down.
The erected prick snapped out of his pants and straight into the woman's mouth. Crouching on the bed, looking as if she too was in erection, with the swollen dildo balancing between her legs, she went back and forth on Mike, sucking so hard on his glans that she had him coming within seconds.
"Ohhh ... oh no ... nooo ... " he groaned, sweat breaking out on his forehead, and then he simply let himself go, pissing his juice down the willing, gulping throat.
Only now that it was over, did Kim take time to look at the cock she had sucked. She grinned. Yes, indeed, it was almost identical inconsistency and even color with the one that was pointing up from her own crotch.
"Vivian, look, here's the real thing, don't you want some of it?" Kim murmured, turning to the girl and patting her cheek to bring her around. Vivian opened her eyes slowly, sighing a little, like a little girl awakened in the middle of the night.
When she saw the man's living cock before her. glistening with Kim's saliva and a thin coat of sperm, she sat up.
"Me too, me too ... " she whimpered, going for it.
"Hurry up darling, before it gets soft," grinned Kim. She began using both her hands to jerk the girl off while the sticking started all over.
Mike's cock never had a chance to go limp. He stood before the bed, his legs slightly spread, surrendering to the soft, warm feeling of the girl's tongue and lips as they raced back and forth along his shaft.
"She's so young ... so very young," he murmured, "where did she learn to do it? Oh, she does it so well ... "
"Wanna fuck her?" asked Kim, "you've got my permission, you know. We're not exclusive, we're not selfish, see, we don't mind getting it from a man too."
While Vivian continued to suck on Mike's prick Kim let go of her twat and started to remove the dildo from her body. She had enjoyed the device, but now that a real man was available she had no longer any need for it.
Silently she got off the bed, knelt down behind Mike and pulled down his trousers. Sticking her head underneath the white laboratory smock she began to nibble on his hairy buttocks. After a few seconds, feeling his responsive twitching of every muscle, she pulled his flesh away from the crack, inserted her tongue, and licked him deeply, up and down, finally sticking her tongue right smack into the hole.
"Girls ... girls ... what are you doing to me," groaned Mike, but he was beginning to grin happily. As long as they were not offended to find him aroused, why shouldn't he enjoy it, after all, thought Mike, It was a strange, delightful sensation, this double caress from front arid back, this slobbering, warm chewing on his prick and on his asshole. Mike's legs began to shake and Kim held on to them.
More fiercely than before, she jabbed her tongue at him, as if this could force his cum out of his prick. His body jerked, his breath came in short gasps, and Vivian's mouth filled with thick, spurting liquid. Hungrily she began to swallow.
CHAPTER NINE
Kim and Vivian had collected their fee, a thousand dollars each, and naturally Kim pocketed the entire amount for "safe-keeping", as she explained to the trusting girl. Still, she intended to remain right where she was, at least for the time being. Kim could tell a good set-up when she saw it.
The maids, both rather pretty, served on her and Vivian hand and foot. The chauffeur was available to them whenever Mike was busy at the plant, driving them around the countryside, and at night Mike joined them in their lavish guest-room.
When Kim had herself driven downtown, on the third day. to buy a new dress, she found that the chauffeur had already paid for it by the time they were ready to leave.
"Mr. Landers' instructions." murmured the young man deferentially. Kim was amused at the hungry look in his eyes, which he tried to hide, each time he spoke to her. He would have his turn, of course, but it could wait. Kim decided not to make waves too soon.
On the fourth day she begged Mike to take her on a tour of the plant and, somewhat reluctantly, he agreed.
This was still a small town, he explained to her, a town where people would quickly know all about his and his two new friends' secret activities, if they were not discreet about them.
"Doesn't everybody know what you're making in that factory of yours?" asked Kim, surprised.
"Sure they do, but that's business. People respect business. They have prejudices about sex, you should know that."
"Stick-in-the-muds," murmured Kim disapprovingly. But she promised to be on her best behavior at the plant, assuring him that none of his employees would suspect their relationship.
The new dildo was now in full production. Everything had been ready for this for quite some time, and Mike had only waited for an opportunity to conduct the necessary tests. As far as he was concerned, they had been conclusive and satisfactory to the extreme.
"You've got a lot more girls than men working here," whispered Kim into his ear as she walked between the rows of machines. "There are nice girls, Kim," he explained softly. "They would quit the moment I'd so much as touch them."
"Says you," giggled Kim. "They've got artificial cocks in their hands all day long, don't you think they've got it on their minds?"
"They've got boy-friends and husbands for that."
"Betcha none of them has a cock like yours," she flattered him. When he took her into his office she went straight for his crotch.
"Not here, for heaven's sakes," moaned Mike, but it was too late. Kim had extracted his cock from his fly and now it was growing turgid in her hand.
"You're gonna be my downfall yet," sighed the man as she climbed on his lap, but then her soft arms were around his neck, her mouth glued itself to his, wet and hot, and she began to impale herself on his rod.
"Just a little ride, darling," she whispered after getting him good and deep into her cunt, "Just of a little while, because all those rubber pricks you showed me got me to thinking about your beautiful cock arid what it does to me ... "
Mike felt around her buttocks, beneath her skirt, pleasure coursing through his body and through his brain, shutting out all other considerations. In a matter of three minutes she had succeeded in squeezing the juice out of his prick and as the spurts shot into Kim's hole she cried out and started to come all over the place.
Desperately Mike tried to shush her, placing his hand over her mouth, but she only turned her head to one side, wildly, and continued to give vent to her joy.
When she had calmed down somewhat, Mike silently zipped up his fly. His brow was furrowed and he turned his head away abruptly as she tried to touch his cheek in a tender, playful caress.
There was total silence in the huge workshop, when the couple emerged from the office. The women were looking down on their work, most of them pressing their lips together as if to keep from laughing. Mike led his mistress to the other side, to the exit, as quickly as she would walk.
The chauffeur jumped from his seat and tore the door of the car open for her, but before Kim could get inside Mike had grabbed her by the arm and whirled her around to face him.
"Bitch," he said softly. "I have tried to treat you like a lady, but you are what you are. Go back to the house and pack up, Kim, I want you gone by the time I return from work."
Kim felt a wave of anger surge up inside. She jutted her chin out at him.
"As you wish," she said, "does that go for Vivian too?"
"I'm afraid so," said Mike, "although I have nothing against her. She's a poor girl who has fallen into your clutches, that's all. If she wants to stay she would be welcome, but I know she's your thing, your slave now. Good bye, Kim. I can't say that I'm better off for having known you."
He turned without another word and returned into the building. Kim sat down, closed the door of the car with a bang, tearing it out of the startled young chauffeur's hand, and barked at mm.
"Downtown." she ordered.
"Yes Ma'am." murmured the chauffeur and stepped on the gas.
It was a small town all right, typically Midwestern, clean and cozy. People knew one another so that even now, as Kim stepped from the car, in front of the Post Office, she recognized a few of the faces behind the large window in the bakery shop across the street.
Kim and Vivian had been out with Mike, the three of them, people had seen them together.
Vivian and the two maids arrived while Kim was still locked in the bathroom. They were each carrying two suitcases, and when they entered the room and saw the naked chauffeur sitting on the bed they stopped, all three looking at him in startled silence.
"Where ... where's Kim?" asked the child. He nodded toward the bathroom door.
Vivian thought that she understood what was happening. She was sure that Kim had screwed around with the boy and had been discovered by Mike. As a result, the little holiday was now over, Vivian began to wish quite seriously that she had not gone away with that woman. She decided that she would strike out on her own pretty soon, she would simply have to, to keep herself, on even keel.
She turned to the two chambermaids.
"Lisa, Annie, you better go back to the house now," she told them.
"Only if they want to," came Kim's words as she opened the bathroom door and entered the room. "How about it girls, are you going to be goody-goodies as always, or are you going to stay and get your share?"
"Oh him?" snickered Lisa, the older one, who had blonde hair and a turned-up little nose.
"We know all about Charles, you know." giggled Annie, her dark eyes sparkling.
"I figured, that much, to tell you the truth," said Kim with a smile. Now that she was no longer alone with the boy she felt more secure, more at ease. The chance of having a few young bodies writhe around on that bed, in front of her. was beginning to appeal to Kim. She had masturbated briefly, while sitting on the toilet bowl, just to calm her nerves. Once again, Kim was ready for action.
"I don't know ... I think it would be better if we left, Kim," remarked Vivian cautiously. With that woman, things always became so darn complicated, at times.
Kim went over to her and put one arm around the girl's waist. Lovingly she nuzzled her neck, then she began whispering into her ear.
"We'll be out of here by tonight, baby, we'll never see any of these people again, don't you understand? We can do whatever we please now, we don't have to worry about what anybody in this town might think of us. Let these creeps here worry, if they want to. And Mike, the-creepiest of all!"
"What's he done to you?" asked Vivian, surprised to find Kim so violently hostile toward the man she had enjoyed making out with five times a night.
"Just take my word for it," said Kim, "just believe your old Kim when she tells you that in the end all men turn out to be creeps. Thank your lucky stars that you've get me, baby, let me tell you that much!"
With slow, caressing gestures Kim began to undress her girl-friend. She was holding her turned toward the bed so that Charles, who was still smoking and trying to look bored, could get the full benefit of the gradual appearances of Vivian's delicate charms.
The young man's prick stiffened visibly and vibrated when her breasts appeared, nipples turgid and excited from the soft pinching Kim was giving them.
The young woman pulled down Vivian's skirt and then, her fingers moving with infinite slowness, she made the panties glide down along the long slender legs.
Vivian's pussy was still kept meticulously hairless, Kim having taken a liking to her little-gill appearance when she was naked. The effect of the plump little vulva, naked and bare, with the fine slit going down between her legs, had the wanted effect upon the chauffeur. He crushed his cigarette butt in the ashtray by the bed and his eyes were dark and burning as he rose to his feet.
"You want her, buster? I'll let you have her for a while," said Kim. "Only make sure you tell your two chicks here that I want a little service while you two fuck. That isn't asking too much now, is it?"
"They'll do as they please," replied Charles. He reached for Vivian's hand.
"Oh no you don't!" said Kim, pulling the girl back from him. She felt relaxed and was no longer afraid of him. The presence of three other females was enough for Kim to feel safe from any brutality.
Kim was quite surprised therefore to see the angry flash in Vivian's eyes as the girl whirled to face her.
"Enough!" shouted Vivian, standing there, trembling with rage, naked and yet no longer seeming as helpless as before.
"Enough what?" asked Kim. "Enough of you and the way you're treating me! I've had-it, you know, I've sure had it!"
"You're going crazy or something?" sneered the woman.
"No, I'm becoming sane again, that's what, I'm rid of Gary, and now I'm getting rid of you. I've had enough, I'm not going to be bartered against this favor or that, or against money, or against any of the things you want at the moment. Kim, it's finished, can you understand that? Can you?"
Kim looked up at Charles, over the girl's shoulder.
"See, that's what makes her so exciting at times," she said with a smile. "Don't worry, she'll come every time a prick is stuck up her cunt, whether it's made of flesh or of rubber, but sometimes it takes a little convincing, see? Go ahead, grab the little bitch and I'll hold her wrists down while you put it in. Then you're on your own, all right?"
Behind Kim's back, the two chambermaids were beginning to caress each other excitedly. Lisa was working on Annie's buttons, at the front of her dress, trying to disrobe the girl as quickly as possible.
Charles looked at them, then at Vivian, finally at Kim. Standing before them, Ms erection was slowly waving in an arc before his belly.
"You don't want me, Vivian?" he asked softly.
The little girl shook her head. Tears were coming into her eyes.
"Will you force me?" she asked in a whisper. Charles hesitated for only a second, then he-smiled and shook his head.
"No, Vivian, you don't deserve to be treated like an object. You're a nice little girl, you're just in a mess because of that bitch you're going with.
"It's finished! I'm through with her!" said Vivian firmly, stepping away from Kim and shaking off her hand from her arm.
The disdainful look she received from the girl convinced Kim that Vivian knew no such thing. Then she saw her turn to Charles and smile.
"Thanks," she murmured, "thanks a lot." She stepped forward and raised her arms until her fingertips touched his shoulders. Together they moved, each toward the other, and then they were embracing.
"Well, at last!" grumbled Kim, getting up slowly.
"But not for your benefit, Kim," Vivian told her firmly. "Never again for you!"
CHAPTER TEN
"You two," said Kim in a hoarse whisper, turning to the two horny chambermaids, "you come with me."
"Where to?" Annie wanted to know.
"Pretty far from here. By the seashore, how about that."
"We've got jobs," said Lisa, her hand busy beneath Annie's legs and her eyes following every move Charles made as he helped Vivian to get dressed again.
"Yeah, we like it here," said Annie. "Pay is good and Charles here gives us something else we need."
"You'll have more of both if you come with me," insisted Kim. Everything seemed to tumble inside her head. There were things she wanted, things she feared, things she hoped for.
Kim was astute enough to realize that Vivian was escaping from her grasp. For a brief moment, when the naked young couple had stood before her, hugging and desiring each other, Kim had received the impression of something clean, pure, something totally natural about to happen. It would be something to which she would not be a witness. A relationship between two free young people, a man and a woman who could even come to care about each other deeply.
All of a sudden Kim realized that it was too late for her to search out purity, love, affection, at least too late to find it away from her husband.
Kim was quite surprised herself at this sudden, immense longing for the man. Oh, he would take her back, she thought, but it would be best for her if she did not come empty-handed. Lisa and Annie would make a perfect gift for that big lout!
Their complicity, Gary's total understanding of her needs and ambitions, the way in which they could always count on each other to take advantage together of whatever others had to offer, that was the best thing she could ever hope for, Kim realized.
It was Vivian who had cast a shadow on everything, Vivian and her "love" for them both, Vivian and her young, shaven cunt that was driving Gary crazy. They had kept the girl longer than was necessary, Kim felt, much longer.
Good riddance, she thought. When the chauffeur took Vivian's arm and led her out of the room, Kim did not even turn her head in their direction.
"Goodbye, Kim," murmured Vivian. "And good luck anyway, you hear?"
Kim did not seem to hear.
"You're coming, you two? I'll drive you back before I go and pick up the boss," said Charles.
"Wait a minute," murmured Annie. "Or no ... go ahead, we'll be home in time. I wanna hear what she had to say."
Charles shrugged and then the door fell shut. Kim was alone with the two bratty looking girls. She was beginning to feel in her element again.
"Listen you two," she said, smiling at the girls, "you can hardly stand it any more, can you? Why don't we all get undressed and lie down for a while, because what I'm going to tell you about my plans for you is going to make it even more exciting when we frig each other Whaddya say?"
Kim's magnetism was working at top efficiency on the two girls. She touched them and they began to sigh. She pushed them back, against the bed, and they let themselves fall and opened their long, trembling legs to her.
"One blonde pussy and one back one," grinned Kim. She knelt on the edge of the bed and started to frig them both, using both hands at the same time and at the same rhythm.
"We need girls like you, my husband and I," she told them while jerking them off. "We need them more in the bedroom than in the kitchen, I assure you. How does that sound?"
"Sounds great," whimpered Lisa and creamed all over the woman's hand.
"How's the pay?" moaned Annie, who seemed to be the practical one.
"Twice whatever you're getting now," promised Kim. "Only you'll be doing ten times as much fucking, see? We've got lots of friends on the beach."
Kim slipped one finger into each girl and grinned, surprised and delighted to find that both pussies were every bit as tight as Vivian's.
Unquestionably Gary would forgive her if she brought him these lovely young fillies. From the way they acted, neither of them seemed to be very much handicapped by any sort of inhibition.
Kim waited until she had brought Lisa almost to climax, then bent down and licked her crotch furiously while the girl convulsed and sobbed with pleasure.
She was barely finished when Annie's turn seemed to come, for the girl was now digging her fingers into Kim's hair and she was trying to pull her head over.
Kim obliged easily enough. Using both hands to pry the girl's twat open she darted her tongue right into the dark recess, blowing hot air against the pulsating cunt. Kim was delighted when she felt Lisa's long, agile fingers between her legs as she was finishing up with the girl's companion. Lisa was indeed good at it, very good.
When Annie had finished trashing about and whimpering with her orgasm, both girls went to work on Kim. The young woman simply abandoned herself to these eager young mouths and hands, she closed her eyes as she felt the warm, wet tongues run madly all over her body, up along the insides of her legs, and then she chuckled as the girls struggled briefly, vying with each other to get at her cunt.
Annie was finally the one whose tongue reached the erected clitty first and Lisa moved up, wrapping her arms around Kim and sticking her tongue into her mouth. Together they brought the woman to a climax that relieved Kim of all the accumulated tension of the day.
Gary had sounded somewhat strange, tired, on the phone. At least he had not been angry, thought Kim. As she rode down the road leading to her and her husband's beach house, cozily warm between the two girls, in the back seat of the rented limousine, Kim decided that she would not worry about anything until she saw Gary again.
"We'll have lots of fun together this winter, you'll see," she grinned and turned to Annie who was becoming more and more eager with her hand under the woman's skirt. The driver, in front, was staring straight ahead.
"I wanna have fun right away," giggled Annie, working up a little more steam when her hand became wet. Kim stopped her in time. Holding her wrist, she told the girl that it would have to wait until later, that she wanted to hold off on climaxing until she was in her husband's arms once more.
"And what about us?" asked Lisa.
"There will be enough for everybody, I assure you," laughed Kim. "My Gary can go on and on, you'll see!"
He was waiting for them on the front steps of the house. When the car pulled up and the three passengers jumped from it he quickly turned to the driver and pulled out his wallet, thus making it impossible for Kim to throw her arms around him. She felt chilly, now that she was standing out in the open, with the biting wind coming in from the water. How desolate beaches are when the summer is over, she thought!
Annie and Lisa were also shivering a little, but they were eyeing the man with much curiosity. Gary opened the door for them and waved everybody inside.
"Gary ... " Kim murmured, taking his hand when they were in the living room. Letting her hold him for a few moments, Gary looked nevertheless away, into the roaring fire in the fireplace.
"It's so nice to be back, Gary," said Kim, trying to put her arms around him. That was when he smiled at her for the first time, yet moved back, out of her reach.
"You must be hungry, the three of you," he said quietly. "There are cold-cuts in the refrigerators, and a bottle of wine. Go ahead, Kim, fix something."
"Gary," she said, turning anxious eyes to him, "Gary, tell me, do you hate me "now?" Her words were spoken so softly that only he could have heard them.
"No, I don't," he replied, speaking as softly as she had. "Only, things are different now."
"What do you mean, different?"
"We'll talk about it later. Will you introduce me to your friends?"
"Lisa, Annie. This is my husband Gary," she said proudly. For the first time in years she thought that she felt like a real wife. She would have to be careful, thought Kim, or things could really become mushy and sentimental between them. It would never do.
"Lisa sucks cunt like an. angel," she added quickly, "and she tells me she's just as good with cocks. As for Annie, I understand she enjoys nothing more than getting her ass reamed out by a good, solid prick."
Gary looked at her without smiling.
"Cut it out now and fix something to eat, will you?" he said. Kim shrugged and went into the kitchen. Gary showed the girls back into the living room, inviting them to sit down on the couch. He chose an armchair, some distance away from them.
"You wife's real neat," said Annie.
"Yeah, she told us all about this place," giggled Lisa.
"How nice," said Gary, his eyes withdrawn, absent. The two girls looked at each other briefly, their eyes puzzled, and then there was silence until Kim reappeared, holding a platter with sandwiches.
"Wanna get the wine for me, Gary?" she asked. Then she turned to the girls.
"This is just for today, of course," she said, smiling at them. "After this you will be the ones to take care of whatever is needed from the kitchen. I don't intend to work your little asses off, as I told you, but I'm not going to serve you either, believe me."
The somewhat contrite look on the faces of the two* girls satisfied Kim. She had quickly decided that these dumb kids would have to be straightened out right from the start. They would have to remember that they were chambermaids and not friends of the family. Very special chambermaids, of course, but whatever would be asked of them would still be service, above all. Even in sex Kim intended them to play their role as servants.
They ate almost without speaking, all four of them, and Gary's silence was heavier than that of the others. By the time they had finished eating, Kim was afraid. He might not have shown anger before, but perhaps he was only saving the punishment for later. Gary could also be cruel, Kim knew this by now. Cold vengeance would be just like him!
Kim decided that she would be very careful and anticipate his every move.
"I want to speak to you alone, Kim," he murmured finally. A look from Kim and a slight nod of the head sent the two girls scurrying off to the kitchen.
"It's over, Kim," Gary said slowly when they were alone.
"What is over?"
"Everything. Ever since you left with Vivian I haven't had one single erection. Something happened. It's finished."
Kim felt a knot of panic in her throat. She had read some articles on impotence, and although they all said it was caused by psychological stress, they also agreed that it wasn't something that just went away like a bad cold.
"I don't believe it," she said, "Quick, darling, let's go upstairs ... I'm going to show you how wrong you are!"
Kim took her husband's hand and dragged him to the stairs. Her mouth was smiling but her eyes were frantic.
"I'll go along with it this time," he said, "just to convince you. But after that, don't ask me any more. Don't humiliate me."
Kim undressed rapidly, in the bedroom, and when Gary was standing naked she looked down at his crotch. A limp, tired looking prick was dangling down, pointing straight at the floor.
"You just wait and see now," whispered Kim, kneeling down before her man. "Sit down, darling, make yourself comfortable."
He was sitting on the edge of the bed, his legs slightly spread as she fingered his cock. It was something they had both done countless times before, always with almost instantaneous results.
Slowly and with great precision, Kim let her tongue wander up from Gary's balls all the way to his glans, on the underside of his soft prick. Nothing happened. Nothing twitched. Kim found it almost unbelievable.
Opening her mouth wide, she took both his balls into it, sucking on his sack while shaking his cock at the same time, her fingers pressing into the flabby flesh.
"Put your legs up, darling, put them all the way up," she whispered, smiling bravely. "I'm gonna do something you really like, you'll see. I'll stick my tongue right up into your, asshole and jerk you off at the same time, O'K'?"
Without a word Gary pulled his legs up, heels on the edge of the bed, so that his anus was exposed when Kim lifted up his balls.
With a sharp push of her pointed tongue she penetrated the tight ring of his sphincter muscles, jabbing at his bowels. Gary's tight asshole relaxed, opened up. but there was no other reaction, no response in his prick. She looked up at him.
"Have you been drinking much?" she asked gently. Gary shook his head.
"Have you tried screwing someone else?" Again he shook his head.
"Then that's what we're going to try now," said Kim. "What do you think those broads I brought are for?"
"I don't think it'll work," objected Gary.
"We don't know if you don't try, right?"
"I don't want to make an ass of myself."
"In front of those two? Are you kidding. Their kind just doesn't count, not for people like us!" Kim was becoming quite worked up. "They don't count for shit. They can be amusing all right, with those tight little twats of theirs, but certainly there's nothing worth mentioning inside their skulls, believe me. If you're gonna start worrying about the opinion of THEIR kind, Gary ... "
For the first time he smiled.
"All right, bring one of them up here," he said with a shrug.
"Whaddya mean one of them? They come in pairs," said Kim and laughed. She stepped out on the landing, leaned over the railing and clapped her hands.
"Lisa, Annie! Upstairs, you little darlings," She was not at all surprised when she saw the girls emerging not from the kitchen, but from behind the backrest of the couch which had hidden them from Kim's view.
They had been interrupted a little early in their game, for both were still wearing their panties. Their hair was tousled though, hanging down to their shoulders, and their young breasts, neither of them endowed with large ones but sporting quite enough to fill a man's hand, were bare.
"All right," said Kim, "you're just fine the way you are. Come on, girls, come up here."
"I'm a mess," said Lisa, pushing her blonde hair around with her hands.
"I'm all sweaty," said Annie. She was wiping her forehead.
"You are perfect, girls. Don't you touch a thing now," Kim was quite firm about it. When they had climbed to the upstairs landing Kim took each by the hand and smiled at them.
"Lemme look at you," she said softly, "my, my, don't we look just like a pair of kids caught while playing doctor? How old are you, by the way?"
"Nineteen," said Lisa.
"Seventeen-and-a-half," said .Annie.
"Forget it, all right?" whispered Kim. "You're sixteen, and you're fourteen, at least for tonight. And by tomorrow morning I want both of these bushes shaven off. Maybe we can chop off another couple of years that way, when some of our friends come visiting."
The two girls grinned, understanding perfectly why such little lies might prove to be interesting for everybody concerned. Annie even went so far as to stick one finger into her mouth, lowering her big blue eyes, long lashes caressing her peachy cheeks.
"Hi, Uncle Gary," she lisped when Kim pushed her into the bedroom.
"See what I brought you?" giggled Kim and cupped the girl's tits, from behind, with her arms around her.
"I brought you something too." said Lisa.
"What did you bring me?" asked Gary, smiling up ever so slightly at the girl.
"Brought you my baby sister, see?" she said, nodding toward Annie. "I told you that if she's a nice girl you'd let her suck your prick for a little while, won't you, Uncle Gary?"
Kim looked with amazement at the little chambermaid. She knew that the girls were pretty hot stuff, but she had not suspected them capable of such deep, delicious perversity. Discreetly she stepped back a few feet, deciding that she would wait and see of what these girls were capable.
"Oh can I, can I?" squealed Annie, clapping her hands together.
She rushed forward and stood between Gary's legs, her small hands on his shoulders. She was wriggling her belly into his face and smiled down at him.
"You can do anything you want, Baby," he told her gently. "Only you might be disappointed."
Annie shrugged. She did not really seem to be worried. When she moved again, it was with the grace and rapidity of an affectionate little kitten. She knelt on the floor, pressed her cheek against the man's belly and began milking him with both hands.
Gary leaned forward slightly, put one hand over the girl's head and started to caress her as one would a faithful little dog.
"May I jerk off my baby-sister while she's giving you a stiff prick, Uncle Gary?" asked Lisa demurely. Without waiting for an answer she too knelt down, pulled the flimsy panties from the other girl's body and slipped one hand up, between Annie's legs. The girl uttered a little sigh and twitched between Gary's legs. Then she turned her head toward Kim, her smile bright and happy.
"He's getting real stiff, Kim. Gee, I better climb on Uncle Gary's lap, or he'll spray it all over my belly."
Annie rose and straddled the man's legs. When she took hold of his prick Kim could see that the girl had fully succeeded in getting him to erect. Gary's face was radiant with joy and surprise.
"Wait, wait," said Lisa, "not like this. You know, there's something we can do together, a way for me to make it even better for you two! But you must turn around, baby-sister, you know that you must turn around for that."
Annie who had already begun skewering herself upon the jutting cock held on to its root and giggled, her knees up to her chin.
"You gotta help me for that, Lisa," she said, "come grab me under the arms, will you?"
Gary simply leaned back a little to let the girls maneuver in whichever way they wanted to. Slowly he felt the edges of the little cunny-hole that he had barely begun to penetrate, slide around his glans, turning, rotating as the girl turned, until she was with her back against his chest.
Annie's deliciously cuddly young body twitched wildly as she let herself slide down completely upon the dart between her legs, engulfing it to the hilt. Gary put his arms around her and held her, kneading her tits with both hands and feeling the excited bouncing of her ass on his knees. Annie was as slippery inside as she was tight and the fucking was beginning to draw delighted groans from the man's lips.
Before his eyes he now saw Lisa kneel down before them, lean forward and put her hands on Annie's waist. For a moment she held on to her, eyes looking up lovingly. Then she leaned forward.
Gary distinctly felt the pressure of Lisa's tongue against the underside of his cock, right at the root, just as Annie lifted herself up once more. The tongue followed the movement and continued, even as the smaller girl's body descended, so that it licked up over the clitoris and belly.
"Uhhhh ... uhhhh ... " whimpered Annie, her shoulders twitching.
Kim stepped closer, looking down at the scene. A trickle of thick, creamy cunt-juice was running down the insides of her thighs but she was so absorbed by what she saw that she did not even think of masturbating, at first.
"You've done it, you've done it," she murmured after a few seconds, "Gary, you're as stiff as a donkey!"
The next instant she was all over the three of them, pushing and clawing and whimpering as she tried to take the place of the two girls. So surprised were they by this sudden attack that they lost their balance. Kim practically tore Annie off her husband's lap, grabbing her in the armpits and yanking her away. As soon as the stiff prick appeared to view, glistening with the girl's cunt-juice, Kim swung one leg over her husband's knees. Facing him, she plopped herself down. Against her gaping, hungry cunt, the glans felt thick and smooth for a second or two. Then, as she rammed herself down on him, the cock bent, gave way, slipped back and up, folded, shriveled and collapsed while the woman clung to the man, whimpering with frustration, desperately trashing against him in the vain hope of getting her hole plugged up after all.
Finally she got up and looked down at his virility. It was as when she had first seen it before, limp and useless.
"Again, come on girls, again," Kim shouted, not wasting any time on self-pity and recriminations. She pulled Annie over and helped her get up on her husband's lap. His prick swelled into stiffness almost as soon as their skins touched. Carefully Lisa guided the glans into the hole this time, then knelt and sucked once more, giving her tonguing indiscriminately both to man and girl.
"Now let me do it ... slowly, kids, there ... " murmured Kim, kneeling down to take Lisa's place. She soon felt the moving flesh against her tongue, the tiny, stone-hard clitty of the girl and the smooth, familiar roundness of her husband's shaft.
"Hey, that's funny!" She wriggled and squirmed and Kim lunged again and again, pressing her face into the double crouch of the copulating pair. Her face was soon covered with Annie's love-juice but even she could tell that Gary was softening up, that he was no longer jerking up and down so fast.
"Move away, darling ... please" he moaned, pushing one hand against his wife's shoulder. Kim toppled back and sat on her buttocks, legs spread out. She stared up as Lisa went down on them again. She stared and stared, not uttering a word as Gary grunted and clung to the girl, pumping his sperm into her wildly wriggling body, she remained silent as Lisa took her turn, first sucking all of her sisters come and Gary's sperm from his prick, then rolling over on her back, spread out in the middle of the bed.
Gary was in total erection once more as he mounted her and began to copulate. His pumping was steady and rapid, his ejaculation coming just as Lisa screeched up to the heavens because her cunt was bursting with pleasure.
It's not my fault, no more than it is yours, thought Kim. Suddenly she knew that she was being punished, not because Gary wanted to punish her, simply because he no longer reacted to her as a man. No, Gary was not impotent, he was as male and powerful as ever. It was just that, in his eyes, Kim had become as exciting as a table or a chair.
For a moment she wanted to rage against the two girls who had succeeded where she had failed, but then she remembered that Gary would need them now.
Kim knew, deep down, that he would need them for a long time to come. She knew also who would soon be the servant and who would be the masters in this house. Silently she got up and went into the bathroom to have a good, long cry.
