Chapter 5
On Saturday night, as per instructions, Andrea went to the Blue Poppy. Roger had told her he was in the process of closing a big money deal, and he wanted her in The Suite, ready and waiting for him when he got there. They would ball, then he would spend a lot of money on her, and they would return and ball some more.
At least that had been the original plan.
Saturday night, Andrea took a cab to the Blue Poppy, then followed Roger's directions and entered through a side door so that no one saw her. She already had a key to The Suite, and so let herself in.
It was a large room with mirrored ceilings from wall to wall. The bed was gigantic, and the floor had inch-thick carpeting. There was a large screen TV set in the room that played closed circuit triple-X-rated movies.
Although Andrea had taken a shower earlier that day, Roger had asked her to make sure she take one when she got to The Suite, so she removed her sequined blue dress, leaving it and all her undies on a chair, and then went and took a quick shower. When she returned, her clothing was gone. But Roger was there, and what was more, so was another woman, a woman she seemed to remember from high school.
There were two things Andrea didn't like. One, was to do anything with another female. The other, was to be sodomized. Tonight was the beginning of hell on earth for Andrea Sheppard.
"What's going on?" Andrea asked.
"A threesome," Roger replied. "You, Gaby, and me."
Andrea looked at Gaby and shrugged, unable to see what Roger wanted with her. After all, Gaby was almost ugly compared to Andrea. True, her breasts were as large and her figure as good, but so what! Even more insulting was the idea that this man thought she, Andrea Sheppard, wouldn't be enough for him. There had been one night back in college when she had gone out with three different professors and had taken them all on, one at a time within a span of four hours. Now this up-and-coming worm expected her to share him with an obvious pro!
"You're both out of your mind," Andrea said to them. "I don't play games with other women, and I don't play with men who want other women around. The two of you are going to have to find someone else to join in your kinky games."
"Well, well," Roger said, smiling at Gaby, "it seems the young lady is definitely virginal in some respects. Considering her reputation with men, it's difficult to believe that she hasn't experienced every kind of sex there is."
"The hell with you both," Andrea snapped, turning to leave.
But when she tried the door, she found it was locked. An electronic lock had been installed when the motel had first been built, and it was controlled by a switch on the night table to the left of the huge bed. Gaby had automatically locked the door when the two had come in.
"Well, now," Roger smiled, folding his arms in front of him. "If you don't want to make it a threesome, we'll settle for a twosome."
"That's more like it," Andrea nodded.
"You and Gaby," he laughed.
"What!" Andrea gasped.
"Sure, I'll just stand here on the side and watch. After you and Gaby fool around a bit with one another, I'll give Gaby the fucking of her life."
"That's disgusting!" Andrea gasped. "Whatever gave you the idea I'd go for something like that. Forget it, buster!"
"If you haven't tried it, don't knock it," Gaby smirked, walking over to where she was standing, still wrapped in the towel she had been using to dry herself off. "You look like the kind of 'lady' who would actually like it."
"Let's cut this crap," Andrea insisted. "Just let me get out of here."
"Dressed in just a towel?" Roger laughed. "Why at best, you'd be the laughing stock of all of Meadowbrook. Let's cut the crap and get down to it, already," he said, his voice taking on a serious tone. "I'm going to get a good look at both your bodies, to begin with. Not only that, but Andrea, you're going to do exactly as Gaby and I say. If Gaby wants to 'play' with you, you'll go along. It's either that, or I call up a photographer I know, and he'll come here and take pictures of your naked body fooling around with Gaby even though it might be done forcibly and those pictures will be published in the Meadowbrook Gazette. Dig?"
"Why?" Andrea gasped, staring aghast at the other couple. "Why are you doing this to me? What did I ever do to you? Either of you?"
"You don't even remember," Roger said disgustedly.
"If we reminded you, it probably wouldn't register at all. If it did register, you would probably shrug it off, claiming you really didn't know what you were doing at the time, either time. It's enough that Gaby and I know what you did to us in the past. You can go on thinking you're the poor, helpless victim of unreasonable suffering. Face it, Andrea! This is the beginning of lifelong retribution."
Her hand went to her bosom, clutching the towel all the more tightly, feeling her heart pounding madly inside her. She noted how Roger's eyes followed the movement of her hand, and his tongue flicked out and licked his dry lips in eager anticipation of what was to come. He looked to be mad. There would be no reasoning with him. She felt terrified, and her legs became rubbery. She had to grab the board at the foot of the bed to keep herself from falling.
Turning, she looked at Gaby, hoping the woman would offer her some solace. Gaby, she noted, was shorter than herself, and her hair was a bleached blonde, not that natural gold Andrea had. Gaby wore her hair in a short upsweep so that it never got in the way when she plied her trade.
Staring at the woman, Andrea realized Gaby was actually looking forward to playing with her. It showed in the shining eyes of the town harlot. There would be no salvation there.
Perhaps tears might work. Andrea was adept at using any weapon available, even the womanly prerogative of crying.
She forced the tears out, sobbing in a soft voice. But Roger was adamant and unmoved by her tears. Her weeping seemed to make him actually happy. When he started moving toward her, she tried backing off.
"No, no, don't come any closer," she whimpered.
'Then you'll do as your told," Roger insisted.
"Y-yes," she gasped. "Just tell me what it is you want me to do, and I'll do it."
She had to play along with them until she found some way out of here. When she did, she would use her influence as a Sheppard to bring the whole world down about them. At the moment her entire body was trembling, and there was an involuntary quiver of her lower lip.
"That's more like it," the man snorted as he stepped away from her. "For openers, take off that towel, then spread that luscious body of yours out on the bed. Then I'll watch, and Gaby will play with you a little, after which you'll reciprocate and play with her."
Andrea was unable to believe this was happening to her. All her life she had gotten her way, either with her father, her school teachers, even the men with whom she had gone to bed. She fucked like a bunny, but only because it pleased her to do so and not because it made the men happy. The pleasing of the men had been a mere side-effect, so to speak, and it had put them that much more firmly under her domination. But at the moment she was the one being dominated.
The natural blonde felt a touch of vertigo, her long hair flailing every which way as she stumbled toward the bed, reached out, and this time steadied herself by grabbing the mirrored headboard. Tears continued pouring from her eyes, but this time they weren't of the crocodile variety. They were real. How degrading to be forced into a sexual experience with a woman and a whore at that. Even more degrading was the idea that this man had engineered it all and would watch the entire scene. The one thing Andrea had always insisted on when in the sack with any man was that there be no witnesses present. Now she was being forced to do things with a woman, and a man she was quickly learning to hate was present.
God! She thought. What the hell am I going to do? How do I get out of this? They still haven't told me why they 're doing this to me. I don't think I can go through with this.
But the determination in the eyes of both, Roger and Gaby, made Andrea understand she really didn't have much choice. Even if she yelled it would do her no good. This room was soundproof. The police never raided this motel. They were paid too much to stay away. Andrea knew, if she didn't do as she was told, she would be forced into it anyway, and it would be even more distasteful.
"Why not give the lady a little help, Gaby," Roger invited.
The prostitute didn't hesitate for a moment. She walked right up to Andrea and grabbed the top of the towel.
Andrea all but jumped when the other female's fingers made contact with the towel. She pulled away from her, panting with terror, but Gaby simply moved closer to her again. Roger, meanwhile, had found a soft easy chair and he'd sat down. He was leering, anticipating what was to come.
Gaby was anticipating more than a little enjoyment from what was going to take place. Andrea had a quite lovely body, and this would make it all that much more enjoyable, because her hate for Andrea rivaled that of Rogers. She grabbed the edge of the towel again, and pulled, and the helpless Andrea realized her nakedness was totally revealed to the two people in the room, both of whom were still fully dressed. She shivered, feeling the air-conditioning wash over her.
Andrea wanted to scream, but she knew she didn't dare. Instead, she watched Gaby fling the towel off into a corner of the room. Two pairs of eyes lasciviously took in the rounded contours of her body. The large, full breasts were already sagging the littlest bit, but basically because of their own weight. They wobbled with Andrea's breathing, making Roger smile a bit.
"Stunning," Roger admitted. "You're absolutely lovely. Yes, I think you're going to help advance my career. Gaby, it's your turn," he insisted as the prostitute reached out and pinched Andrea's right nipple. The tantalizing pink tip turned from a flat button into an elongated pellet. It resembled the eraser on the end of a pencil set against a large pink suction cup which in turn was stuck to the large round globe depending from her otherwise narrowly slender breast. The matching nipple had not yet been excited, and as a result, looked like a flat coral button.
Gaby wasted no time in taking off her own dress. It was a garment designed for easy removal, and there were no underclothes beneath. In spite of the abuse to which Gaby's body had been subjected since she had started whoring for a living, Gaby was in better shape than Andrea. Her breasts with their brown tips were just as large as Andrea's, and just as tantalizing, if not more so because they stood up better. Her areolae were smaller than Andrea's but an areola had no sensitivity in it, as did her nipples which were slightly thinner than Andrea's. Her waist was narrower than Andrea's. All the hard work had her burning calories constantly. Her belly had a little rounded swell to it, just enough to make it look tantalizing when compared to the flat almost deflated look of Andrea's stomach, and underneath, she had a pelvis that was puffy and swollen with a thatch of dark-brown curls contrasting with the sparse gold fuzz on Andrea's mound.
"Now let Gaby and me take a good look at you," Roger ordered. "Turn around slowly."
The natural blonde began to slowly pivot, feeling more and more humiliated, her hands hanging limply at her sides. No doubt about it, her figure had not yet started to push itself out of shape. She would be perfect for what he had in mind after he'd finished using her. Roger made no secret of the hungry way he enjoyed looking at her. That lovely rounded ass of hers was still virginal and seemingly begging to be used. Before the night was over, he would do just that.
Gaby was staring at Andrea's body as a whole. She had played games with many older women, once even having sexual contact with Andrea's own mother. In all probability she was one of the few women in the world to play with a mother and then a daughter, afterward. Men did it constantly, but not women. Women usually liked to play with father and son combinations. Gaby had done both.
Andrea's sexy body was beginning to take its toll on Roger. He felt himself perspiring profusely as he took off his suit jacket and let it hang on the back of the chair where he had been sitting. The bulge that pressed out in his crotch was throbbing as he continued staring at Andrea's sexy body. He was able to see the outline of her rib cage as her flesh pressed against her bones beneath the superb swellings of her full and bloated breasts. Her flat belly looked almost out of place on a body with so many contours and curves. However, the faint blonde pubic fuzz revealed that her cuntlips were fairly flat, too. Roger was a man who liked thick, pouting pussylips. The round solidity of her thighs almost hid the pinkness of her cunt, as if trying to tease men into coming closer and taking a better look. Her hips were very full and chalk-white, because Andrea didn't like wearing bathing suites or sun suits, and so the entire middle of her body was almost albino.
Still, the mere sight of her nakedness and that of Gaby's set Roger's heart rapidly beating. Both women had truly elegant bodies. Both women had been used a lot. Gaby did it for a living, Andrea did it for pure pleasure, but there was no doubt in Roger's mind that if Andrea had come from as poor a background as Gaby, Andrea would be the one hustling for a living, giving Gaby some real competition. But it was Andrea's ass that interested him the most. Though her cunt had been used countless times, her ass had never been used, and as far as Roger was concerned, that was a real waste. His breathing speeded up in spite of his attempt to control himself.
As Andrea continued slowly turning, her profile came into view, giving Roger an opportunity to see how her breasts were starting to sag a little, probably a combination of their heaviness added to the fact that Andrea liked to go around without a brassiere. Well, the important thing was, long before her tits had a chance to sag further, Andrea would have been put to good use.
Now he was staring at the ass he had been thinking about for so long. They were round, milk-white, with a dark line between them hiding the puckered secret no man had ever plumbed before. Those thighs of hers were long and strong, strong enough to support the weight of a man a hundred pounds heavier than himself. That was good, because the man to whom he was going to eventually give her weighed a whole lot more than he.
"Both of you girls are absolutely stunning," Roger insisted, once Andrea had turned to face him again. "But now the time for fun has arrived, so suppose the two of you ladies begin."
Gaby was standing directly behind Andrea, and the moment she placed her hands on Andrea's shoulders, the haughty natural blonde began violently shivering. Gaby's hands slid down her back, touching her spine, and massaging her rounded buttocks. She shuddered even more when Gaby leaned forward and kissed the nape of her neck, wondering if she might throw up her guts because of her being touched this way.
"That is one terrific ass," Roger insisted out loud. "You know, Gaby, I'll bet, if you had a cock of your own, you'd probably fuck that sexy looking ass."
"She has such soft, creamy skin, too," Gaby murmured out loud, her lips kissing Andrea's shoulder, feeling her all over, both front and rear. "Lie down, Andrea. Since we're going to make love, let's do this the right way. We want a good look at what you have hidden between your toes."
"My toes?" Andrea asked, taken aback.
"Your two big toes," Gaby continued. "We want to see what's nestling between them. Just lie down and open those thighs of yours really wide. I want to see if an aristocratic pussy is really better looking than one belonging to a girl from my side of the tracks."
Disgusted, more than a little frightened, Andrea knew better than to disobey, and she immediately lay down. She was still sniffling a little, and an occasional tear was running down her cheek in the hope of eliciting some pity from either of these two both of whom she would revenge herself on when the time came. For the moment, she lay back, her head resting against the pillow. Roger got to his feet and walked to the foot of the bed in order to get a better view.
"Come on!" Gaby snapped, slapping Andrea on the belly. "Get those thighs spread wide apart. We both of us want a good look at that upper-crust pussy of yours."
Sighing, Andrea spread her thighs wide apart, but it still wasn't enough to suit Roger.
"You do it for her," he said to Gaby, and the other girl took a firm grip on both of Andrea's knees, and she yanked them strongly apart, making Andrea gasp as she felt her muscles being stretched a bit more than she had expected.
What Andrea hated most about all this was her total and utter helplessness. She had been in situations before where things hadn't gone her way, but somehow or other she had managed to charm other people to come around to her way of thinking in the end. But it was obvious this pair thought they had a grudge against her, and there would be no way of convincing them to be gentle. Just what kind of grudge was something Andrea was unable to understand. In her mind, she had never wronged anyone, since she believed that whatever was good for Andrea was good for everyone else, and she had proceeded to always do what was good for Andrea.
At the moment she was angry, watching the other two staring at her vagina. They apparently found it more interesting than her face. She was doing a slow burn that was becoming more and more apparent as her inner rage began taking the place of the tears she had previously shed to no avail.
"Stop looking so angry," Gaby said to her. "It isn't as if you're some kind of virgin, honey. From what I hear, if you had collected two dollars from every man who's laid you, you probably would have earned more money than I, and I've been charging fifty a man."
From the corner of her eye she saw Roger holding his crotch. It wouldn't be long before he got into the act, so she had better get things moving.
"She has an ordinary cunt for the most part," Roger was saying. 'To be honest, Gaby, yours is far more interesting."
"Mine is bought and paid for," Gaby smirked. "Any time you want to fuck it, it's yours. But really, look at the wetness of this one's cunt. I mean, in spite of everything, she's really excited at the prospect of the two of us raping her."
"I can see that," Roger nodded. "But I won't give her the satisfaction of letting her feel my cock in her cunt. Tell me, is the rest of her flesh as tender as it looks?"
Andrea had always been glad to show off her body to prospective bed companions, but she presently felt exposed instead of relaxed. Shame made her more angry than ever, and this disturbed her, because Andrea Sheppard had never had reason to feel shame before. It reddened her face, and her body broke out in a heavy sheen of perspiration. She felt her pulses thudding against her brain and her wrists, and she thought something inside her would burst at any moment. The perspiration between her thighs was getting heavier and heavier as she stared at the naked Gaby, who in turn was gazing raptly down at her pussy with rampant lust. Christ! She had been laid, relayed, parlayed, and even filleted, but always with one man at a time. Her cunt had taken the drubbing of a thick cock, the later on a thicker cock, and after that an even thicker cock, and it had withstood it all. But the idea of doing something with someone who didn't even have a cock made her uncomfortable at best, yet she had no option other than to accept all this at the moment, thinking her turn at revenge would come later.
Abruptly, she jumped, her ass almost up off the bed when Gaby's sensuous fingers lightly touched each of her tingling labia, parting them slightly to reveal the rich pinkness inside. Oil oozed from within, running down her perineum into her asscrack.
'This is going to be one helluva hot pussy," Gaby said to Roger. "Jesus! I guess she's had a lot of practice. I mean, all I did was touch her, and the cunt starts leaking oils like a sieve. I'll bet she's capable of two or three orgasms to each one of mine."
"It isn't the sexual ability that she lacks," Roger noted. "Rather it's the consideration for others. What she needs is an extended period of foreplay to give her an idea of what to do with others in the future instead of simply lying on her back and opening her crack."
Gaby's educated fingers continued caressing the sodden lips of Andrea's oily vagina. Andrea hated to admit it, but the other woman definitely had talented fingers. However she forced herself to remain still, for though aching to squirm, she knew doing so would be letting them know they were getting to her, and that was something she didn't want either of them knowing. She figured if she neither responded nor resisted, it would all end a lot more quickly.
But a moment later she was gasping again as Gaby's educated fingers very slowly began their penetration between her two labial curtains, and two of them eased their way into her. Gaby had learned to keep her nails short. More than once she had probed into a male rectum with a finger to press against the man's prostate and make him enjoy it all that much more. Men didn't like sharp nails cutting into their assholes, and the appreciated the fact that Gaby had no sharp nails.
Andrea was able to tell almost instantly that there were two fingers inside her stretched female tunnel, probing a little more deeply into her each second. Her vaginal passageway was filled with lubricant, and soon there was room for a third finger inside her. She gasped, biting her tongue to keep herself from revealing how she was inwardly feeling. The three fingers in her were working circularly, and then she almost leaped off the bed as Gaby pressed the heel of her hand against the up-thrust clitoris.
"That's it!" Roger cried. "Rub that part of her and get her good and hot. Make her clitoris grow."
Gaby's other hand was sliding beneath Andrea's buttocks, and she began squeezing the plump ass-cheeks. In the meanwhile her fingers continued their in-and-out massage of Andrea's cunt.
"She has one helluva sold ass," Gaby told him. "I think you're going to love it."
"I will," Roger nodded. "But to tell you the truth, looking at your own ass, I can see it's just as nice," he insisted, and reaching down, he squeezed the fullness of one of Gaby's up-thrust gluteal globes.
"like the rest of me, it's bought and paid for," she smiled. "Do with it what you will."
Still holding on to Gaby's ass Roger leaned over to get a better look at Andrea, whose eyes were presently tightly squeezed shut so that she wouldn't have to look at the two staring faces above her. But unable to help herself, Andrea finally opened her eyes, and the first thing she noticed was the bulge in Roger's pants.
Somehow, in some way, she would make these two people pay for daring to do something that would hurt Andrea Sheppard. No one, but one one had ever mortified Andrea before, and she was totally unused to this kind of feeling. What made everything even worse was the fact that her hot pussy was getting juicier by the minute as Gaby's fingers continually moved back and forth inside, penetrating a bit more deeply with each driving thrust. The fingers were sliding through her elastic channel, and her cunt was so used to being massaged from within, it didn't seem to care that the fingers touching it were female fingers. Hell! This bitch knew how to make a woman feel good in a physical sense, even if she was demoralizing.
Gaby was shoving harder and harder, sinking her fingers more and more deeply into Andrea's hot pussy, aware of the way Andrea was beginning to automatically respond. The muscles in her cunt were strong, yet they didn't squeeze too tightly, letting
Gaby know Andrea, for all her good looks, was one of those women who would simply lay there when a cock was inside her, not moving, but letting the man do all the work.
"She needs to be taught vaginal muscle control," Gaby said. "The way she is now, any man would tire of her cunt after a few quick fucks."
"Think you can teach her over the next few weeks?" Roger asked.
"For money I can do anything," Gaby nodded.
"Good! Pass the word along to your answering service that you're taking a two week vacation. During those two weeks, do whatever you have to do to make this bitch learn how to use her cunt muscles. Needless to say, I'll make it worth your while."
"You're straight, Roger," Gaby nodded. "I wish to God I'd met you before my father had died."
"You knew me," Roger reminded her. "But at that time you were a virgin, and you were afraid of men. I remember when I asked you for a date, you told me the only reason why you wouldn't go out with me was for fear of losing control over yourself. That was when I was still on the pudgy side."
"That never bothered me," Gaby replied. "I liked you for yourself. The funny thing is, when I decided I had to go out and fuck for a living, I went looking for you. It was at the end of the summer when high school had started. You had just been graduated the previous June, and I would have been a senior that year. But you had gone away to college. God! I wanted you an awful lot at the time. I figured if anyone had the right to be first, it would be you."
"But I didn't have any money then," Roger reminded her.
"I would have 'loaned' you the money," Gaby replied. "I know you would have paid me back."
"We'll talk about us another time," Roger said to her. "Right now, let's finish with this one."
Gaby's fingers dug deeper, moving circularly, widening the elastic tunnel even more. She felt the sensitive ridge of nerve-endings in the upper wall of Andrea's vagina, and she concentrated on them.
"You know," Gaby said, "she's surprisingly tight for a female whose cunt has been used so much. I'll bet her cunt would fit around your cock as tightly as a fish skin condom."
"I can see how hot she is," Roger nodded, making Andrea angrier by the second, because the two of them were discussing her in the third person, as if she were a non-entity. "She's on fire with sexual heat. I'll bet she's never been this hot in her life."
Andrea knew they were right. No man had ever taken this much time to warm her up. She was ablaze with lust and desire, and she began biting down on her cheeks, creating some kind of pain to try and prevent herself from enjoying what was happening to her. But in spite of all the shame and humiliation, the mortifying sense of sexual pleasure continued building higher and higher in her. Her body was so attuned to sex, she was automatically enjoying what was happening to her. Her clitoris responded to the continual massage it was receiving, swelling a little larger now, arousing her that much more, and she had to consciously fight the mounting urge within her to rhythmically tighten and loosen the muscles of her inner hollowness as Gaby's fingers continued their delicious probing.
Andrea's body was burning with bliss, and the perspiration was building up and falling off her in buckets. Initially she had hated the idea of letting these two see how aroused she was, but after a while she thought, Why the hell should I care what either of these two animals think? Little by little she spread her thighs all the wider, and her ears picked up the rasping sound of Roger's breathing.
"Look, we're really getting to her," Gaby whispered. "She's so damned used to sex, what we're doing right now is making her hotter than an A-bomb. She's pulling her thighs even farther apart, and she's doing it without any urging."
Gaby rubbed Andrea's clitoris even harder now, sending another wave of uncontrolled passionate delight surging through the girl.
"I'll bet she would make one helluva lay if she ever learned to move that ass of hers properly," Roger sniggered. "But, like I said, teaching her that would be up to you."
The sound of Roger's sneering voice made Andrea want to stop enjoying what she was feeling, as if by doing so she'd be able to say to him, "See, there's nothing you can do to arouse me." But another spasm of delight blasted through her, breaking her resolve.
Roger was gazing intently at her, his eyes locked on the vertical smile playing across the lips between her thighs, noting the way her labia pulsed, making Andrea aware she was out of control. Her vaginal vat felt wide open, begging for a deeper, thicker, stronger invasion than that which she felt because of Gaby's fingers. Andrea's vibrating clitoris filled her with a thrilling sense of delightful and sensual rapture, and it occurred to her, even in this shamed state, that she had never felt anything so physically overpowering before. Her buttocks began clenching together, wildly bouncing up and down against the hand beneath them, and now she slowly began drawing her knees up while keeping her thighs pressed wide apart. Guttural sighs came oozing from her gasping mouth as she found saliva foaming from the corner of her lips. Her entire body was writhing and bucking in time to the way Gaby's fingers continued their thrusting in and out of her seething feminine foramen. Every sound was an erotic arousal, and the more they talked to one another, the more Andrea's lust increased as she listened to the four-letter words bandied back and forth between Gaby and Roger. There was no longer any hope of struggling against what she was feeling. Her body was too attuned to sex.
"Son of a bitch!" Roger was saying. "Look at how heavily she's oozing all that oil. God! Your hand must be wet clear up to the elbow!"
"An awful lot of it is dripping against that tight pucker that leads down the dirt road," Gaby smiled, and as if to accentuate her words, she rubbed her fingers against the dripping moisture, then prodded them into the crack between the cheeks of Andrea's buttocks. Andrea felt the fingertip touch her anal opening, but at this point she was no longer surprised at the continued depravity being exhibited by this couple. When Gaby tried forcing her forefinger into Andrea's ass, Andrea scrunched her sphincter tightly closed, but she was unable to resist for any length of time, and in a short while, Gaby was pushing her forefinger slowly but surely into Andrea's rectal tunnel. Apparently Andrea, like herself, was immaculate in cleaning herself all over, because Gaby found the other woman to be exceedingly clean inside. She pushed hard, making certain every last little inch of her finger was absorbed by the rectal center.
It was painful at first for Andrea, who had never before allowed anyone to enter her rectum in any way. But the rest of her body was so aroused, she didn't give a damn at this point. It was almost as if an increase in pain meant an increase in pleasure. At first, it felt as if she were having a difficult elimination, and then she understood the solidity was moving into her ass, not out of it.
"She has one tight asshole, all right," Gaby nodded. "I'll bet it's virginal."
"It is," Roger assured her. "I have it on the best authority, which pleases me no end."
"Oh?" Gaby asked. "How's that?"
"The suffering Andrea caused me to endure had to do with my rear-end," he replied. "I was paddled so hard it took forever before I was able to sit down. Now I'm going to make sure her rear-end is just as sore, and for just as long. Until I'm ready, you just go ahead and do your thing, Gaby. You see, she hates being touched by a woman. She's afraid she's a latent lesbian, and if another woman were to make love to her, it might bring this out."
Gaby needed no further encouragement. Her face pressed against Andrea's body, her lips surrounding the lovely blonde woman's right nipple, sucking it deep into her throat as she filled the rest of her mouth with the fullness of Andrea's pap. Because of the size of it, less than half of Andrea's breast was actually swallowed down. Gaby's tongue washed over the breast flesh repeatedly, making Andrea writhe insanely. As a result, she was more aware than ever of the three fingers prodding the depths of her vagina, moving in and out of her steaming interior all the more quickly, while the forefinger of the other hand remained embedded to the palm in the tight narrowness of her rectal tunnel. She tried telling herself she was being forced to do this, and she really didn't want it or felt it was wrong, but her body refused to respond to the commands of her brain when her mind insisted she felt nothing.
Without meaning to, she was suddenly humping up and down, moving wildly and violently against the probing thrust of the three fingers in her cunt and the one in her rear, reacting insanely to the way Gaby's mouth was sucking on her breast. Roger's wide-open, almost gaping stare increased the wanton feelings simmering in the depths of her inner self, especially when she saw him lower his head in order to get a better look at what was happening between her thighs and ass-cheeks. God! It was as arousing as it was depraved!
This whole scene was ridiculous. Seduction was usually her specialty, yet here she was, being practically raped by a man and a woman.
The tingling tantalizations of continually mounting lust built even higher in the seething center within her, starting in the depths of her creaming vaginal sepulcher. Her ears no longer listened to the conversation taking place between Gaby and Roger. All she knew was something was happening deep inside her, something terrific, and it didn't matter that it was being induced by a woman. Feelings were climbing higher, already past previous jumping-off points and going even higher. Her thrusting loins were ramming themselves as solidly as possible against the three digits, pushing deeper and deeper into the steaming depths of her burning womanly pandiculation. Each downward slam of her body against the bed made her feel another wild thrill as Gaby's forefinger drove itself into the tightness of her rectum all over again. Again and again the finger probed into the squeezing tunnel that was her rectum.
All sense of ignominy at being used by a female had now disappeared from Andrea. The fact that her back passage was being invaded no longer bothered her, either. In place of all these other feelings was the desire to attain that ultimate peak, one for which she had been striving ever since her first lay one which she had never quite reached. This time she was going to reach it, and she was in a vast hurry to get there. That topmost mountain peak of them all was coming closer and closer. Her heaving body was rampantly out of control as something she had never previously felt began flowering from the very center of her interior, exploding and erupting all at once. Her pent-up vaginal juices were pouring out of her like water from a fountain.
"AAAAAAAN NNNNGG GGHHHH AAAJJJ NNNNNN GGGGGG HHHHHH AAARRR RRR-GGG GGGHHH HHHWWW WWW AAA AAGGGG GGHHH!" she bellowed, and in a tightly crushing, spasmodic expenditure of physical and emotional release, she found one wild orgasm after another snapping through her body like a string of Chinese firecrackers. Her body was rampantly out of control, her eyes tightly closed, her mind concentrating solely on her feelings and pushing out all thoughts of Roger and Gaby.
Neither Roger nor Gaby had ever seen another human being so totally devoid of belonging to anything or anyone other than to herself at that particular moment in time. Darkness invaded her mind, clouding it, and the helpless Andrea all but fainted, feeling the marvelous warmth spreading continually throughout her shuddering body.
Little by little her mind drifted back to reality, and she heard Gaby say to Roger, "While she recovers, would you like a quickie with me? I'm sure you'll have enough left over to do what you want to her, after."
"You deserve a lot more than a quickie, Gaby," he replied. "When the time is right, you and I will get together."
"Hey, you're paying for me, why not use me," Gaby insisted.
"Because when the time comes that I do use you, it'll be without rny paying for you," he replied. "Some day I'm figuring on maybe making you give up this kind of life, even if you enjoy it."
"Hey, come on, now," Gaby all but snorted. "If you mean what I think you mean, well, it just isn't done. A man like you...with a woman like me...."
"I'm not talking about a man like me, and I'm not talking about a woman like you. I'm talking about you and me. But that'll be something to discuss at another time, in another place. I have my own little mission in life to perform, and this is the beginning of it."
Andrea's eyes popped open as she suddenly realized Gaby's probing fingers were no longer in an orifice in her body. Even more interesting was the fact that Roger had undressed himself, and she had to admit, after having been fucked by countless cocks, that she had never seen one either as long or as thick as the one at which she was now staring.