Chapter 3
Mickey Rice not only showed as scheduled for his date with Sandy that night, but he brought his whole damn band. I don't know how he'd have handled it if Sandy had been waiting for him in a normal fashion, but I certainly can tell you what happened under the bizarre circumstances he and his friends actually encountered.
When they walked into the apartment without even knocking and found us slumbering in the nude on the floor, caked with pussy juice, one thing immediately occurred to all six of them. Orgy!
"Wow," Mickey said, "this is gonna be even better than that Sandy chick promised."
By now I was awake enough to be able to make out voices, but I assumed I was still asleep. I mistook the sound of zippers whirring downward for the beginning of a wet dream I expected to enjoy.
When I focused my eyes, a huge cock was staring me in the face. However, I didn't believe it was real until the head abruptly rammed itself against my teeth. The impact was too brutal for any flight of fancy.
"Suck my cock," the long-haired owner snapped. "You know you want it."
As though I had been hypnotized on the spot, I obeyed the command. All of a sudden inch after inch of thick hard-on was surging down my throat. The phallic descent didn't stop even after I started to gag.
"Do you think she can take it all the way, Mickey?" one of the other now-naked musicians asked the guy fucking my mouth, identifying him as Sandy's date.
"We'll soon find out," the drummer leered.
He began grinding away at my face. Glancing downward, I could see that even though I was choking, there was still plenty of his cock that hadn't penetrated. It was a foot long, all right. The information Sandy had given me was right on the button.
Realizing who Mickey was, I started to wonder if I was capable of deep-throating him to the hilt if I really wanted to. The only practice I'd had in years was on my husband's puny tool, but I recalled that I'd swallowed the meat whole of some pretty well-hung studs in high school.
Slowly I became more and more obsessed with the idea of finding out if I'd lost anything to the years just because I'd settled down and gotten married. At a point where the big-cocked drummer was about to admit defeat, I made up my mind to go all the way.
Somehow I pried my throat open from inside-out. Lunging into the sudden opening, the head of Mickey's prick cannon-balled all the way down to the entrance to my abdomen.
When I moved my lips I could feel a pulsing sensation and taste sweat. Ecstatically, I realized that I was kissing his balls. He was fucking my mouth to the hilt!
"Say," Mickey turned to the others, his voice etched by enlightenment, "this chick really likes it. What they say about Sandy's old lady is really true."
Now the others were starting to jockey for position. For the time being they were so intrigued by my sexual reputation that they completely ignored the beautiful teenage girl who was sleeping peacefully by my side. I'd never felt so desirable in all my life.
A bearded guy with a cock not quite as big as Mickey's, but huge enough in its own right, went for my spread-legged crotch. There, he used his beefy hands to pry my thighs even further apart and began raspily tonguing my cunt. When he got things worked up to a lather down there, he pronounced me ready, and got ready to fuck me.
Kneeling between my splayed limbs, he guided his hard-on like a missile to the hairy, dripping cunt. "Ooooommph," he grunted and his stiff prick was inside my pussy, beginning to screw me.
I was getting it at both ends now. The bearded guy plowing away between my legs, while Mickey Rice sat on my face and revolved his huge cock like a roto-rooter down my throat. In the position in which I lay, only my tits were easily accessible.
Noticing the availability of my jiggling breasts, one of the musicians came over and parked his buns on my chest. Then, deftly handling his long, slim cock, he inserted it between my tits.
"Press 'em together, mama, and make a pussy," he instructed. It was an idea I took to like a duck to water.
He began to move his dick back and forth in the pressing slot of my jugs. He was really fucking me there. The friction was unbelievable.
By now I was covered with horny musicians like a piece of decaying meat with flies. If the remaining three cockers were going to get their nuts off without a long wait they were going to have to turn their attentions toward little Sandy.
"Okay," one of them said, as though reading my mind, "let's hump the kid. These little teeny-boppers have real tight holes most of the time. I'll bet the ass on this one is like a vise."
He certainly intended to find out. While Sandy was still asleep on her stomach, he pried open the cheeks of her round behind and peered right in at her most intimate orifice.
"Mmmmm, will you look at this," he drooled. "Her mama was giving her a tongue job before we showed up. These two chicks just can't get enough, man, I swear it."
Showing off for the others, he made a big display of inserting two meaty fingers within Sandy's anus and spreading the edges so everyone could look inside her ass. Mouths watered all over the room, even on the guys socking it to me.
But I didn't mind in the slightest. Sandy was such a sweet, little piece, and I was glad to see her get the recognition she deserved.
Taking his cock with his free hand, the guy at Sandy's rear began zeroing in for some serious cornholing. He'd planned to take her flat on the ground, but she surprised him by suddenly jerking her hips upward. She came to rest kneeling and wriggling her ass, apparently in the throes of some delicious dream.
The prick went surging into Sandy's anus even before its eager owner anticipated it. It isn't often you see a guy gasping in alarm because a female got the drop on him sexually.
He recovered quickly, though. What man wouldn't feel like a king with several inches of his cock clutched by tight, teenage rectal muscles.
Fucking a teenage girl in the ass must be the nearest thing to heaven for a normal male.
"Oh, she's tight, man, this one's tight," the lucky ass-fucker informed his friends.
Now it was Sandy's turn to contribute to the interchange. "Fuck me harder ... harder," she moaned. It was impossible to tell whether she was asleep or awake.
Seeing how their partner had hit pay-dirt with Sandy, the remaining two members of the band began to circle her for position. Finally, in an unspoken agreement, one of them decided to take her mouth, and the other one her pussy.
I'd read that some of these rock 'n' roll musicians have pretty kinky sex lives, but I never anticipated I would be confronted by their expertise so directly. Sliding over under and around Sandy in perfect harmony with each other and the guy already fucking her ass, the last two members of the band got their cocks right where they wanted them.
One guy was lying underneath her now, pumping his straining prick straight up into her beautiful young pussy. His partner was sitting on the floor with his legs straddling Sandy's head, her face shoved into his crotch. I couldn't see anything of his hard-on because it was all in her mouth.
Sandy moved and groaned with building excitement. Still, for the life of me, I didn't know whether she was conscious. Oh well, I found myself thinking like Lori, if she's doing her thing, who cares?
Anyway, I was too busy with my own trio of hard-ons to worry about anybody else for very long. The three guys carving me up with their dicks had come for some heavy action with Sandy's mother, and I felt an obligation to live up to Lori's reputation as long as I was playing her role.
I may not have been fifteen anymore, but I was convinced I could fuck like a teenager. I was positive Sandy wasn't giving her trio of lovers any greater satisfaction than I was giving mine.
Even with the confinement from the bulk of three men on top of me, I began to move like a spastic. Shaking and jerking myself every which way and that, I set up a violent ripple effect that convulsed in powerful waves throughout my entire body. Those pricks fucking me must have suddenly felt like they'd been plugged in electric sockets.
"Come!" I begged them. "Squirt your hot juice all over me!"
Knowing exactly what I wanted, they immediately complied. Pulling their dicks from the crevices they had engorged, the three musicians finished the job by beating their meat over my writhing, naked, spread-eagled body.
They all erupted together. The jizz flowed from three directions at once. Within seconds my bare skin was saturated with its gooey liquid warmth. I felt like a cum-popsicle that was starting to melt.
While I writhed in the slime, the guys filling Sandy's holes were beginning to snort like bulls. Their blood was boiling and they were ready to come. I had a wonderful view of the action, so I just lay there and watched.
Enjoying the tightest amount of friction, the dude in Sandy's ass was the first to blow. The liquid charge from his prick was so powerful that the backlash caused several inches of meat to abruptly withdraw.
The excess came flowing out almost immediately. The normally tan backs of Sandy's thighs became snow-white as a flood of cum washed down her flanks.
Even before the ass-bound cock stopped spurting, the monster in Sandy's cunt exploded. Because she was sitting up on it, the jizz came gushing out almost as quickly as it went in. Quickly there was a widening puddle of it on the floor.
The mouth was last, and I could hear Sandy gagging as the liquid meteor tore down her throat. It must have felt like molten lead when it struck her stomach. I was convinced that if she wasn't awake by now, she must turn into a zombie at six o'clock.
"Oh, hi guys," she said nonchalantly when the hard-on was gone from her mouth. Jizz was clearly dripping from her teeth and lips, but it didn't seem to distract her in the slightest. "What took you so long?"
I don't remember how they answered. While they were all making small-talk I was busy confronting a revelation that had come to me. There was no escaping it the more I thought about it.
From the way she was behaving, it was clear that Sandy had expected the whole group of musicians all along. At fifteen, this girl who was supposed to be my daughter for a week, had cleverly planned and arranged an orgy for the benefit of the person she assumed was her mother.
It was mind-boggling that somebody so young could be so sexually advanced. What kind of life-style was my sister leading if her child thought it normal to behave in this fashion? What kind of environment was this in which to raise an impressionable youngster?
And then I couldn't help but wonder if such behavior were the only alternative to the respectable but boring middle-class existence I came from. Was out-and-out promiscuity, regardless of age, the only way out of the suburban trap?
I'll tell you, I was suddenly frightened. Frightened that I had gotten into water that was too deep. I cursed myself for giving in to my frustrations and impulsively agreeing to switch places with Lori.
Then, for the first time since we'd changed identities, I started to think about how my twin sister was faring in my home. Was Lori trying to adjust to the suburbs as I was to her way of life, or, more characteristically, trying to turn them upside down? I couldn't help wondering what kind of reputation I'd have when I returned home. .
I promised myself I'd call Lori the first thing tomorrow morning. However, in the meantime, I had to get myself back together. Sandy and her well-hung friends weren't paying any attention to me at the moment, but it wouldn't be long before they would expect me to join the sexual formation they were now creating.
Somebody had suggested a daisy chain. Sandy had agreed to it, but only if the first link consisted of her being fucked by the current man of her dreams, Mickey Rice.
Now the huge-cocked drummer was making his penetration between Sandy's widely-spread legs. His hard-on slipped inside her slit like a knife into a wound.
"Mmmmmmm," she moaned with appreciation, "your prick is soooo big."
He enjoyed the flattery, and accelerated his pumping action. Like a jackhammer, his cock battered away until it was jammed up Sandy's twat to the hilt. I could both hear and see his balls slapping against her pussy lips.
Once the main connection had been made, it was time for the remaining links of the chain to be formed. The guy with the beard volunteered to shove his prick inside Sandy's gaping mouth.
"We need another chick," one of the four remaining musicians noted.
All eyes looked at me. Just as I'd anticipated, I'd been rediscovered.
Feeling I had no choice, I dutifully went over to join the others. I'd made my commitment to behave like Lori for a week, and once I'd given my word I was the kind of person who liked to keep her promises.
"Get down there under Fuzzy's ass, mama, and stretch out on your back," somebody instructed me. "We'll work something out here."
Fuzzy, of course, was the guy with the beard who was fucking Sandy's mouth. When I slid my face beneath it, I noticed that his ass was almost as hairy as his face and steaming with sweat.
I didn't have to be told that I was supposed to tongue-fuck his asshole. All signs pointed to it being a funky task, but I guessed I was up to it.
The acrid taste of salt from his free-flowing perspiration made my nostrils pinch as I licked up the expanse of his crack. When I got to the big, greasy knot of its throbbing exterior, I stopped at his anus.
Flicking my tongue from between my teeth like a switchblade, I easily penetrated his shit-pit with my oral knife. Surging several inches up his tight canal, my tongue began wriggling in controllable celebration of deep, tight penetration. There was no doubt I was getting into the swing of things again.
With my mouth doing its best, it was time to turn my attention to the lower part of my naked body. Given the ratio of men to women, there'd have to be some doubling up down there.
Two guys stepped forward and began to smoothly position themselves for simultaneous assaults on my pussy and asshole. With one on top of me, and the other slipping between me and the floor, I quickly experienced twin cocks in my pair of adjacent fuck-holes.
Of course this development created a problem for the two remaining musicians. All the female flesh was apparently taken. They were like a duet with nowhere to perform.
Looking back, I can see how naive I was. Needless to say, the real Lori would have anticipated what happened next.
Suddenly Sandy had a guy sliding beneath her and a hard-on was jamming up her ass. Since this had already happened to me it wasn't too remarkable, but what was going on at my cunt was.
Another cock was joining the first in my gash. When it started I thought the attempt was impossible, but I was quickly proven wrong. It was amazing the way the walls of my pussy could expand to accommodate anything.
We were all connected now, an amazing human chain of electric sensuality. Sandy and I were already coming, so constant spasms of raw energy flowed through the eight of us. When the guys started to shoot their wads, the whiplash would be unbelievable.
Even though all six members of the band had recently ejaculated, their jizz came quickly the second time. Just as they apparently did with their musical instruments, they had cocks they could play all night.
All of a sudden Sandy and I were swamped in all six of our combined holes. Yes, even my mouth was washed by the overflow from my temporary daughter's cunt as Fuzzy's excess sperm gushed down his balls and into my throat.
By now the eight of us were jerking back and forth across the room with violent snaps.
Finally the fury of our mass fucking and sucking snapped the chain and deposited us in a heap. It took us a while to catch our collective breath, but when we did it was apparent that nothing had changed.
The cocks of the guys were still stiff and throbbing. Both Sandy and I practically had steam hissing from between our legs. It was clear that the evening had just begun, and that I wasn't going anyplace except to the orgy in my apartment.