Chapter 6
Angela had no place to go but to Barry Golden. She knew a thousand dollars wouldn't go far, and maybe with Barry she could get her old job back.
"Jesus Christ," he said, smiling at her with an evil grin, "he really worked you over, didn't he, baby?"
Angela nodded, almost too weak to stand on her feet. Bags were strewn around Barry's room. They were obviously getting ready to leave. Harry Mayberry, Barry's road manager, was lolling on the floor in only his shorts. He was obviously high on something besides booze.
On a long, low couch near the center of the room sat a strikingly beautiful woman in a gown that seemed to Angela to be scandalously short at both ends. It was cut low to a deep Y that showed the soft contours of her big tits. She had long red hair and a wide mouth. The woman rose and smiled.
"I'll get her cleaned up and into some clothes," the woman said.
"NO!" Barry bellowed, leering at Angela. "No, not yet. We've got a couple of hours before we leave. Let's have a little ball first."
"Jesus, Barry, can't you see she's beat?" the redhead said.
"I don't give a shit," Barry answered, and turned to Angela. "This is Lydia Swanson, Angela. And Harry you know."
Angela nodded dumbly.
"So you want back in the act, huh?" Barry asked.
"Yes, Barry."
"Well, we've got to see if you fit in, don't we?" Angela shrugged. "I'll fit."
"Well, we'll just make sure," Barry said. Lydia Swanson stepped between them. "Jesus Barry, you asshole, can't it wait?"
"Fun can't wait with Barry, Lydia. You know that."
"That's right, Harry. Here, baby, snort some of this. You'll feel fine!"
Barry placed a mirror under Angela's nose. Why not? she thought, nothing to lose now. She placed the straw to her nostril and took a deep sniff.
The sensation stung her sinus membranes and she felt a strange compulsion to sneeze, but seeing Barry's eyes burning into her brain, she obediently took another long snort before passing it on to Lydia, who awaited her turn.
Back came the mirror and Angela snorted some more. Then a glass of wine and some pills were pressed into her hands. She took the pills and drank the Wine. Quickly, very quickly, her mind became a blank and she knew that she would soon be doing anything that Barry wanted her to do.
"That's good, baby," Barry grinned. "That's real good. Feeling better now?"
"Yes," Angela said, almost smiling. "I feel fine."
"I know you do," Barry leered. "How about a little show, girls?"
"Jesus, Barry, not now!" Lydia cried. "Can't you see she's out of it?"
"Lydia," Harry Mayberry interrupted, "you'd better do like he says. We both need our jobs, remember?"
"That's right," Barry urged and don't ever forget it. Now, Lydia, you're the experienced one. I'm in the mood for a little show, GET WITH IT!"
"Sorry, kid, but Barry's the boss," Lydia said to Angela. The redhead started pulling her dress off. Soon she stood there naked.
Slowly, as if on cue, Angela stood up and reached behind to unhook the single safety pin that secured her own tattered bra. Lydia slipped behind her and helped her get the bra off her shoulders, letting her hands slip down to cup her tits while the tip of her tongue licked at the back of her neck and sent goosebumps down Angela's spine.
"Don't worry, baby," Lydia whispered in her ear, "I'll do it so you'll like it!"
The redhead, standing behind her, let her arms slide down over Angela's stomach and her fingers gently teased the lips of her shaved cunt.
A shudder ran through Angela's body as she felt one of Lydia's hands slip behind her and up and down her ass crease. Angela's mind was fogged by the cocaine, and she didn't resist when Lydia's hands were all over her, at her nipples, sliding over her buttocks and moving over her cunt, arousing her in a way no man ever had, exciting her in a way that only another woman could know.
Lydia turned her around so that they stood facing one another, close. Lydia let her tongue lick out so that it just touched Angela's lips. Angela closed her eyes and could feel the redhead's fingertips expertly caressing her pussy, feeling unerringly for her clitoris and exciting it.
Lydia's gently probing fingers were getting to her, and Angela knew she was ready-ready to do anything they wanted. To hell with Dom, she thought, this is what I wanted all the time, anyway! Traveling with Barry again would be a ball. At least she'd never be frustrated again. With Barry and his friends, there would always be plenty of sex!
She was standing with her legs wide apart and Lydia's hand was caressing her cunt. It was moist and hot and she was feeling excitingly dirty. Her tongue flicked out and the two of them stood licking, not kissing.
She heard the men murmuring and grunting approval. More than heard-she could feel them. The room fairly swam in a sexual heat that mingled with the odor of marijuana that the men were now sharing.
Lydia slid a finger all the way up into Angela's cunt. Angela felt herself doing something she had never dreamed she'd ever do-caress another woman s tits. She teased Lydia's nipples into taut erection, arousing her with a feminine knowledge of what she herself would appreciate.
"Enough playin' around, Lydia," Barry snorted. "Get it on now . . . let's see some real pussy-suckin' action!"
Angela let Lydia guide her hand down until she felt the redhead's softly curling pubic hair. From there, her fingers explored, touching, feeling, tickling. She let the tip of her middle finger slide between Lydia's swollen cuntlips and she thrilled at her first experience with touching another woman's pussy. Her finger slid along the slit, feeling the moistness and the excitement mounting as Lydia rolled her pelvis out and spread her legs.
The two women were standing so close, their stomachs and tits touched. They swayed their shoulders back and forth, rubbing their nipples against each other as Angela, with a wild thrill, felt her finger slide up into the redhead's warm, wet cunt. She began sawing in and out as the two of them pumped their hips in the motion of fucking.
Then the two female forms were against each other, wildly rubbing their cunts together, cunt fucking each other with an intense abandon.
Angela cupped the cheeks of Lydia's soft ass and brought her own cunt hard against the redhead.
"Yes, oh, yes, Lydia," she cried. "Fuck me! OH, FUCK ME WITH YOUR CLIT!"
The women stood in the center of the room with their knees bent, their thighs flush against one another, their backs arched, their heads thrown back in abandon and their hair hanging free as they pound their cunts together.
Angela felt the thrill of her cuntlips slipping on Lydia's wet cunt. The electric excitement of the redhead's pubic bush scraping ever her clitoris and teasing it sent her to new heights of sensual feeling.
Angela felt dizzy with lust and excitement. She started to fall, completely uncaring now what happened to her, so long as this delicious moment would continue while the men watched, Barry gave a cry of delight as Angela fell on the cushion behind her, sprawling across it with her legs split wide over the sides. Lydia pulled Angela's hips forward until they were right on the corner of the cushion. Then she spread the girl's legs wide and Angela let them fall open. The redhead knelt between them, and, using the palm of her hands to force the thighs still wider apart, she leaned over Angela. Her tongue darted down and licked her navel and Angela let out a long moan of pleasure.
"Yeah, yeah. . . eat her! Eat her, honey!" Lydia Mayberry howled.
"Tongue her, Lydia. . . tongue-fuck a come right out of her!" Barry echoed.
Slowly, Lydia began licking down Angela's stomach, finally burying her face in the girl's quivering thighs. Angela's cunt opened and twitched convulsively, begging to be kissed as it glistened with excitement.
The men sat forward, watching Angela's cunt with awe.
Angela, her head thrown back, could think of nothing else but fucking. She wished they would all crowd around her, that they would fuck her one after another, and that Lydia would make love to her and that it would go on all night.
Lydia's pink tongue came out and slowly licked around Angela's hairless pussylips while the girl moaned and her whole body shook with desire. She thrust her hips up and split her legs wide while the men murmured and grew even more excited.
Slowly, Lydia's tongue snaked up and down her cunt, barely touching it, teasing it into wilder desire. Angela groaned as she felt the thrill. Her body began to move and writhe uncontrollably. She longed for more and more of this sensual lovemaking.
Suddenly, Lydia plunged her tongue into the depths of Angela's aching cunt. Angela reacted by crying out and bending her knees and pulling them back so that they crushed against her magnificent tits. As she felt Lydia's knowing tongue darting about in her hotly pulsing cunt, she thought she would go mad with desire.
Lydia pulled her tongue out to lick over the girl's trembling clitoris, and Angela found she couldn't keep her hips still as she writhed in delight.
Lydia, now wild with desire, broke away and fell on tap of Angela like a man, her tongue licking out. "Did you like that, baby?" she whispered hotly in Angela's ear as her pussy ground down hard on the girl's exposed cunt.
"Yesssss!" Angela hissed.
"Would you do that to me?"
"Yes, yes, anything!" the brunette croaked in a hoarse voice as their bodies, covered with sweat now, writhed together.
And it was true. Angela found herself in a state she had never experienced before. She wanted to please Lydia, and would do anything the other woman asked of her. The more the two of them writhed and licked and caressed, the more excited she became. She was being driven into a frenzy, a wild, heated, driving, surging passion. A feeling that kept building and swelling, that seemed to surpass even an orgasm. The more she did; the more excited she became; the mare excited she grew, the more she wanted to do.
She wrapped her long legs around Lydia's waist and locked her ankles and squeezed with all her might, flattening her yearning cunt against Lydia's. They moaned and licked and writhed while their hips pumped and they rocked back and forth. They rocked too far, teetered, and fell apart.
Dazed, Angela got to her hands and knees and looked around. Lydia was next to her on the carpet, sprawled spread-eagle, opening her moist cunt to Angela and the men..
Angela crawled between the redhead's legs and looked down at her. There was no denying the excitement of a woman in heat. For the first time, Angela saw another woman as an object of sexual desire. She bent her elbows slightly, lowering her tits so that her nipples just touched Lydia's.
She let her body sway back and forth, rubbing her nipples over the redhead's tits. Then, sensing the men and knowing her bare ass was facing them, she split her legs wide and stretched her knees out until they touched the insides of Lydia's thighs.
Harry and Barry moved closer, practically shoving their faces against Angela's hairless, glistening pussy.
"Jesus, look at that," Harry groaned.
"Just like a baby cunt!" Barry echoed, listing his iron-hard dick at the sight.
Slowly, Angela lowered her body onto Lydia, who was thrusting her hips up in wild abandon. Slowly she lowered her weight until she was pressed against the other woman's body and their seeping cunts met.
"My tits! Suck my tits, Angela!" Lydia cried.
Angela let her body slide down and took one of the pink nipples into her mouth. She gently sucked on it while the Ups of her teeth nibbled teasingly. Lydia offered her breasts and Angela took them, caressing, sucking, licking.
A mad desire was mounting in her, an inhuman need to claw and writhe and drive herself away from this sweet torment and on to the relief of orgasm. Her body was on fire and, as the men watched, she wiggled down over Lydia.
Suddenly she thought of Dom. What if he could see her now? What would he do if he knew what he had driven her to? Would he be shocked if he could see her about to suck another woman's cunt, with two men watching?
FUCK DOM!
Angela was transported. She was in a sexual heaven. In her drugged mind, it was almost as if she were a spectator, watching herself. It was almost as if she were outside of herself, another person, watching two other women make love. The sight was exciting.
Am I really doing this? she wondered. Is this really me?
Her eyes were slits, her eyelids heavy with passion. And there, not an inch away, was Lydia's red-fringed cunt. Her fingers seemed to belong to somebody else as she gently spread the swollen cuntal lips and Lydia's pussy-bright, pink, moist, hot-was there, right in front of her eyes.
Am I going to do it? she asked herself. Am I going to lick a cunt?
Her tongue slowly slid out from between her lips and Angela closed her eyes. She buried her head in Lydia's crotch and felt the pulpy, pulsating heat and moistness of her cunt as her tongue darted and wiggled. She loved it! She knew she was driving Lydia mad and the thought only excited her all the more.
Lydia wrapped her legs around Angela's neck and thrust her hips up. She undulated and moaned, her arms flailing out at her sides. They writhed on the floor, rolling over once so that Angela lay on her back with Lydia on her stomach, her cunt buried in Angela's face was her hips pumped up and down against the maddening thrusts of the brunette's tongue.
Thrashing her head back and forth, Lydia let out a cry that sounded like a cat in heat and leaped to her feet, her chest heaving, their bodies glistening with sweat and thrilling with desire.
"Let me fuck you!" Lydia cried, taking Angela by the shoulders and guiding her to the round sofa in the center of the room. Angela lay on her back and spread her legs.
She lay in a dream of lust. It was all so unreal . . . and yet it was happening. Dreamily, Angela let her legs fall to either side of the sofa so that they all could see her lust. The swollen slit of her cunt was glistening now. She watched, her eyes half-closed, her fingertips idly caressing her tits, as the men came forward.
Barry was carrying what looked like a cock, with straps and buckles attached to it. The two men looked down at Angela with wild expressions on their faces. Both of them wanted her.
But Angela knew they wanted to watch more. Their faces were masks of uncontrolled lust as they adjusted the straps of the huge artificial cock around Lydia's naked hips.
"Uuggghh!" Lydia groaned as the second, inner cock of the contraption was rammed into her own cunt. In this way she could fuck Angela with one prick and fuck herself with the other at the same time.
When she was ready, she cupped her hands in front of her and Barry poured oil into her palms. She turned to the sofa, coming toward Angela slowly, provocatively, her hips swaying while her hands smeared oil all over the artificial prick.
Angela was ready for anything. She thrust her hips up and her hands squeezed her tits as she offered all of her body to Lydia. Lydia crawled onto the sofa between Angela's thighs.
"You've never had a full cunt like the one I'm gonna give you now, honey," the redhead gasped.
"I want it!" Angela cried. "I want it all! GIVE IT TO ME!"
Lydia lowered herself to the beautiful brunette as Angela, from underneath, slid her hands under her buttocks and lifted her hips so that her pussy jutted out. Her cunt twitched and seemed to have a life of its own as it reached for the thick head of the dildo.
Lydia rubbed the head up and down Angela's hairless cunt slit. The girl squeezed her eyes shut and let her head loll back and forth, her tits sticking up, quivering and glistening with sweat.
"Fuck me!" she breathed, her voice a hoarse whisper. "Fuck me!"
Lydia put the cockhead to Angela's cunt and pushed. It sank into the pulpy flesh. Lydia felt the end in her own cunt expand and fill her with wild desire.
"Ooooohhhhh," Angela sighed as the artificial cock plowed in, pulling her cuntal lips apart. Her body undulated slowly as she tried to gobble the prick up.
Lydia drew the dildo out slightly, only to plunge down, sending more shaft into Angela's cunt. The men crowded even closer, watching Lydia's strapped ass and thighs pump in and out as she fucked Angela like a man.
Below the redhead, Angela was bending her legs even more, her toes on the floor on either side of the sofa as she thrust her hips forward to take all of the artificial prick. Lydia fell heavily on top of her and shot her tongue into her mouth.
They writhed and fucked together, crushing their tits together as Lydia drove the phony prick all the way to the hilt and felt the other end swelling in her own cunt. It tantalized her onto more motion. She began fucking faster and faster, building to a frenzy, the two of them digging their nails into each other's backs, both of them screaming for the other to fuck harder, faster, harder!
Barry finally could take it no longer. With his face wild and his nostrils flaring, he crawled up onto the round sofa. His hands caressed the two women as they fucked and licked one another. He moved up until his hips were on a level with their faces and then he lay on his side, jutting out his hips so that his thick, rock-hard cock stuck in their faces.
It seemed as though they both fought for his prick, their hands all over it, their tongues licking, their mouths open. Angela lay on her back with Lydia on top of her, feeling their soft, sweat covered tits crushed together with their nipples slipping and sliding.
The phony dildo fucked in and out of Angela's pussy as she watched Lydia take Barry's lust bloated prick in her mouth and suck on the head. Craning forward, she put her mouth around the shaft and felt Barry pull his cock out of Lydia's mouth and plunge it into her own. She sucked, loving the taste, having it build her lust and depravity even higher.
Barry shoved his prick first into one mouth and then the other, panting, his teeth showing as he felt the two women suck and fight for his cock.
Then Harry joined them. He was pulling Lydia off of Angela, throwing her onto her back, tearing at the buckles and tossing the dildo and straps to the floor. Angela watched and a deep thrill ran through her naked body as Harry's cock disappeared into Lydia's hot, wet cunt.
Angela let her head loll back. Barry thrust his meat clear down her throat. She took it and sucked for all she was worth.
Cock! Cunt! Fuck! Suck! Angela's mind was alive. This was her life now. Many men and many cocks ravishing her. Her body thrilled as she felt hands grabbing her, caressing her roughly. Someone was pulling her. She looked and it was someone she didn't even know.
Yes, yes, she did know him. She had seen him before. He was one of Barry's musicians, part of his six-piece backup.
Then she looked around and realized that the whole band was in the room. Male bodies and hard cocks were everywhere.
Then Barry's cock was exploding in her mouth. She barely managed to swallow his load before another hard hunk of male meat took its place, driving like a jackhammer over her tongue and into her throat.
And then she felt the hands and all the bodies and, above all, the cocks. The men were on her and someone was fucking her. Hands and lips and tongues and pricks were all over her body, driving her to one orgasm after another.
The cock in her mouth was huge. It was gagging her, but she sucked with all her might. She heard the man let out a screeching yell and come in her mouth, shooting frantic streams of hot cum. She swallowed and used her tongue to greedily lick for more.
With a final moan, the man staggered back and fell to the floor. To Angela it didn't matter; she was being fucked and sucked and pawed and battered and dragged back on the sofa. Another man was sticking his big cock into her eager mouth.
An insane suppleness came over her and she writhed about wildly, nearing an orgasm, knowing that it was only the first in a series of orgasms that she would have here, knowing she was literally being raped and degraded in a way she would never forget.
Lydia was lying beside her, on her back, being fucked while a man sucked on her big tits. The air was hot and sticky with cum and she felt it spilling on her own body and saw it glistening on Lydia.
The two women reached for one another and their mouths locked and they darted their tongues back and forth, each of them coming, their bodies shuddering and twitching as they were fucked by one cock after another.
"You're going to fit right in, honey," Lydia breathed into Angela's mouth. "Right in."
"I could do this forever!" Angela moaned as another come racked her body.
"Oh, you will, darling," Lydia gasped. "We both will . . . just as long as the pills hold out!"