Chapter 1
"Go on! Fuck her!"
The man reached past the naked, kneeling girl to take the one in front by both thighs and pull her back against the double dildo. The blunt point sank into the young cunt, drawing a little blood from the ruptured hymen, coupling the girls together like dogs screwing. When the dildo was out of sight, with half its lubricated length in each distended pussy, the man knelt on the bed behind the first girl and drove his standing prick into her rectum. She screamed at the sudden pain and collapsed on top of her sister.
Betty and Barbara Delson were twins, so identical that, either might have been the mirrored reflection-of the other. They were honey blondes, almost beautiful but a certain vacancy of expression left them as just pretty. In two weeks, they would be seventeen. Barbara had been screwed by half the high school football team. Betty was still a virgin. Until tonight, her sexual activities had been confined to masturbating with her finger.
The twins had met Harry Bleeker at a studio party a couple of hours before. He was older than the boys they dated, almost ancient according to their standards but there was something about him, a sort of gravelly sarcasm, which attracted both girls. Also, he was very good-looking, dark, well groomed, with a profile like Errol Flynn. As soon as she saw him, Barbara had wondered what he was like in bed. Betty felt vague stirrings in the region of her clitoris, which increased enjoyably when he touched her fingers while handing her a highball. There was a magnetism in the way he looked at both of them. There was also a vigorous dislike of women. But they did not know that until later.
"This is a drag," Harry had complained around midnight. His lip curled perceptibly as he watched the couples dancing. "Let's go to my pad. There's plenty of booze. I've got some good records. We can relax."
In the tastefully furnished apartment, he clicked on the hi-fi and mixed three drinks at the two-stool bar. Then he sat between them on the couch, sipping at the bourbon and staring morosely at the rug. The music rippled through the living room, an almost unnoticed background to the traffic noises in the street.
He stirred presently and looked at his empty glass, then sighed quickly as he reached past Barbara to put the glass on the end table. His arm brushed against her nipples and he grinned at her half mockingly as he sat back. "You're ready, aren't you?" It was a statement, rather than a question. He turned his head to study Betty, who was acutely conscious of the pressure of his thigh against hers. "How about you?" He put a hand on her knee and the contact left her confused but somehow happy.
When they did not answer, he laughed softly and got up to make another drink. "We'll be in the hay in ten minutes," he predicted, coming back to stand in front of them, swirling the ice in his glass. "That's a promise, not an observation. So drink hearty."
Neither of them remembered exactly what happened afterward. They had accepted several drinks at the party and Harry's hand had been heavy on the whisky. Betty recollected seeing him take the dildo out of a drawer in the bedroom but was not sure how she got there. At first, she did not know what it was until he shoved one end of it suggestively through circled thumb and forefinger and laughed at her wide-eyed ignorance. She did not recall taking off her clothes but she clearly remembered Barbara stepping out of her panties. And afterward, it came back to her how Harry had found out that she was a virgin simply by pushing his finger into her pussy and feeling around. When the exploring finger contacted her clitoris, she gave a little jump and almost came.
"I don't believe it," he said. "There's no such thing. A cherry in this day and age?" He took his hand away and stroked his chin, appearing to meditate. Then he nodded briskly. "There's only one thing to do," he muttered. "We must destroy it." His decision appeared final.
The vague background music had changed to the insistent beat of Gone Baby when he put his emptied glass down for the second time. "Come on." He got up and both girls followed him into the bedroom as though it was the most natural thing in the world. "Get 'em off." He set the example by unbuttoning his shirt and stepping out of his nicely pressed slacks, which he hung carefully in the closet. It was then that he crossed over to the dresser and took the dildo out of a drawer. "Best cherry picker there is," he murmured, half to himself and proceeded to lubricate the length of the thing and the simulated head at either end with vaseline from a screw-topped jar.
The girls were standing in their bras and panties when he turned and he snarled at them-"Do you generally fuck with half your clothes on? For Christ's sake, get with it."
Feeling excited but not realizing much about what was happening, because her head was buzzing from the drinks, Betty automatically unhooked her brassiere and stepped out of her briefs. Her sister was already naked.
"Here. Stick this up your box."
Harry handed the slick dildo to Barbara and stood waiting. When she hesitated, holding the length of it in a hand and staring at it, he snatched it away and pushed her down on the bed on her back and pulled her thighs apart. "There," he commented, straightening. "That's in far enough. Now get on your knees and you-" he snapped his fingers at Betty-"kneel in front of her. Your sis is going to make you a member of the non-virgin club." He laughed as he stepped out of his shorts. He hung them on the back of a chair and fingered his half-erect penis, stripping the short foreskin further back to expose the big head. He looked at the vaseline jar for a moment, then seemed to change his mind and came back to the bed.
Betty, after consulting her sister in a whisper to which she got no answer, dutifully climbed on the bed and got on her knees, with her white young buttocks a few inches in front of the dildo in Barbara's cunt. It was then that Harry ordered her sister to fuck her.
The lubricated dildo seemed to slip into Betty's exposed pussy of its own volition. The entering head hurt her for a brief second. Then the pain went away as the rippled shaft went on in, opening the virgin passage until she could feel Barbara's cunt hair tickling her rectum.
While she was still trying to clear the cobwebs out of her spinning mind, she heard her sister scream. Then Barbara was lying on top of her. Barbara was being fucked hard. The driving prick in her rectum was also causing the dildo to screw Betty's pussy in a sort of secondary effect.
Betty gave up trying to analyze the situation. The sensation from the dildo inching in and out of her newly broken into pussy was so pleasant that she cradled her head in her arms, forgetting about Barbara and everything else in the ecstasy which possessed her with every short, punching stroke. Finger screwing was nothing like this pervasive pleasure, she kept whispering to herself. If a man's prick was any better than this hard thing in her vagina, she wondered fleetingly why other girls did not blow their cool completely when they were being fucked.
She came to the brink of orgasm several times, wishing that Barbara would screw harder and wondering why her sister still rested her weight on her, instead of kneeling back and giving her the length of the dildo, as she had at the first thrust. Barbara had been screwed plenty of times, by her own confession. Then why was she making such a big thing of it now? Harry could only be doing it to her horse fashion, as she had often heard her sister describe the back way. Betty gave up wondering and returned to her own particular pleasure, pushing back against the dildo to get as much of it as she could.
It had to be that. The dildo quivered like a live thing. The short strokes became quicker, all in a second. Betty could feel the other's nipples hardening against her bare back and Barbara's breathing picked up until she was panting as though she had been running. Perhaps Harry was coming, too. There was no way of telling but the idea of the three of them getting their thing at the same time made Betty's pussy contract around the dildo until the smooth, accelerated friction became more real and exquisite than anything she had ever experienced. She wanted to come and yet the thought of it scared her. If she had an orgasm, she was frightened that the magnificent feeling holding her almost breathless would go away. Instead, she half wished that she could prolong it, just as it was, indefinitely. A little corner of her mind said that was having your cake and eating it. Soon, there would not be any more cake and she, would have to stop eating.
Desperately, she tried to think of something else while still savoring the wonder of the thrill involving her whole body, right down to her toes. There was that gaucho outfit she wanted to buy if she could talk her mother into giving her the money. Sue Cranton, one of her classmates, was going to have a baby.. . . Fresh fear shot through her until she realized that you couldn't get pregnant from a dildo or could you? Perhaps it had come in it. Harry might have done that just for kicks.. . .
Above her, Barbara was still breathing hard but the transferred shocks of fucking had diminished until the dildo stood like a spur in Betty's pussy, barely moving. Another wave of apprehension claimed her. Now perhaps she would not be able to come after all. In a frenzy of anticipated frustration, she began to fuck the dildo, back and forth, hoping that it would not come out and spoil everything, praying under her breath that her sister would keep it there until she got her thing, now that it was almost within reach.
She screwed quickly, pushing back against the hard, slick length until she felt her rectum tighten and her vagina contract still more. Deliberately then, she slowed down to a final stroke which brought the hard head from her clitoris to the button of her womb. At the contact, she drew in her breath in a great gasp, burying her head still deeper in her folded arms. When she came, there was a sound like thunder in her ears and the dildo seemed to be alive, squirting its semen into her in hot jets as Barbara had described orgasm with a man.. . .
"You fooled me," Harry said.
The three of them were sitting, stark naked, on the couch in the living room. Barbara was shivering a little, probably from the effect of washing her crotch in the bathroom. Betty felt warm all over. From time to time, she sneaked a peek at Harry's big cock, still standing although he had cleaned up when Barbara was through with the basin. "You sure did," he repeated. "Usually, when I screw a broad in the ass, all she does is screech. But you cheated by getting your gun off. That bugs me. I'm the only one who is supposed to get any fun out of fucking. That's why I won't do it in a chick's cunt. Actually, I wouldn't fuck either of you with someone else's prick. That's the way I am. Now one of you go fix me a drink." i
Later, Betty had no idea how she came to be sucking Harry's penis. Facts now were all she had time to consider. He was sitting on the edge of the couch, with his knees apart and a half-empty highball glass in one hand, watching Betty blow him, as he called it. Barbara was sitting beside him, fingering her pussy as she looked at the action.
"You come again and I'll belt you one," he snapped at her. "Coming's for me, not for sluts."
When Barbara did not answer, he gave his attention to Betty again. She was kneeling submissively on the rug between his knees, trying to keep from choking every time his big knob filled the back of, her throat. "Breathe through your nose, you stupid bitch. I don't want you to puke all over my balls." His voice sounded a little slurred and he took another pull at his drink. "You!" he suddenly shot at Barbara. "Stop jacking off and get over here. Suck my nipples. Suck 'em good."
Obediently, she turned her head and leaned closer to him, so that she could reach one of his nipples and work on it with lips and tongue. But she still kept on teasing her clitoris, not caring whether he noticed or not.
"Suck harder!" he jerked out. "Bite them a bit but don't get rough if you know what's good for you. That's better." He began to move his buttocks in time to Betty's licking rhythm. Brusquely, not seeming to care if he hurt her, he shoved an arm between Barbara's tits and his flat belly, to place both hands on Betty's face and hold it still while he fucked her mouth. The couch creaked as he quickened his short stroking and Barbara slid off and kept on sucking his nipple with one knee on the rug.
Just as she thought he was ready to come, something in Betty's technique seemed to displease him. He put a hand under her slobbered chin and pushed her away, growling something at her as she sat on her bare bottom, staring up at him in surprise. "Get down there!" He caught Barbara by the shoulders and practically hauled her between his spread knees. "Blow it properly. See if you can show your silly bitch of a sister how to suck a man off."
Barbara's experience in fellatio had been gathered in a single night when she had gone down, at his earnest plea, on the captain of the football team. She did not remember much about the incident, except that his come had been warm in her mouth when he squirted and tasted as though he had been eating a lot of salt. When it was over, she had kissed him deliberately and stuck her tongue in his mouth, to give him some of his come back.
This was something else. She was half afraid of the guy and his standing cock with its glistening head looked twice as big as the football player's erection. The head alone seemed huge enough to split her mouth at the corners. In her cunt, plowing into her and stroking her clitoris, she would have loved it. But sucking it was going to be difficult. She decided to try to. sideways, so that the high flange at the back would not force her lips so far apart.
"What're you waiting for, Stupid?" Harry reached for her and pulled her face closer into his crotch. "Don't think you're going to suck my nuts. I don't dig that shit. And if you're thinking of splitting, doll, the door's locked. So get going."
As she opened her mouth wide, she saw him pull her sister up and heard him order her to suck his other nipple. Then the slimy head was in her mouth and she was sucking away, trying to please him and wondering now if he was some sort of a nut who might kill them both if they crossed him. She had read about sex kooks. They were liable to do anything if they got mad. Just the other day, a girl from the neighborhood had been fucked in the rectum and then choked to death. She decided to be careful. If this one started anything serious, she vowed that she would bite the cock off him, especially if he tried to hurt Betty in any way.
"That's better." He spread his knees wider and leaned back, half closing his eyes as Barbara's tongue fluttered underneath the head and caressed the shaft of his prick all the way back to his balls. In spite of his warning, she dared to close her fingers on the soft sack of his testicles and pop them ever so gently in time with her sucking mouth. It seemed to come naturally now. The big cock head in her throat bothered her until she realized that the defense against gagging was to circle the shaft with three fingers, so that his hard prick could not go in all the way. After that discovery, it was a breeze. In the growing thrill from the intimacy of him there in her mouth, with his cock hair tickling her nose and his cool balls nudging her chin when she released them, she began to approach climax.
Betty wanted to play with her clitoris while she sucked Harry's standing nipple but she was afraid of offending him. But she got up enough nerve to rub her pussy gently on the edge of the couch. The sensation was almost as good as the feeling of the dildo plowing her vagina. She managed to turn her head enough to glance down at Barbara eating that stiff prick and wondered fleetingly if he would change his mind and put it into her clamoring pussy and fuck her in spite of his declaration that he would never take a girl in the cunt. Being weak in psychology, she thought of that only as a waste of good cock.
She sneaked a finger between her legs, slowly so as not to disturb him. As soon as she touched her clitoris, she gave a little jump and pressed against his chest so hard that she could scarcely breathe.
"Ouch! You little bastard! I ought to slap you silly for that." His hand whipped up in a flat swipe and knocked her off the couch. "Bite me, would you?" He was rubbing his nipple where her teeth had involuntarily clamped down when her finger spread the lips of her hot pussy. "You damn cunt, you! I'll.. . . "
He stopped yelling suddenly. Barbara, busy with his flaring cock, had given him a nip which appeared to warn him instead of exciting him further. He knew that a broad could kill a man by biting his penis. It had been done. Generally, the guys bled to death before they could get to a doctor. God damn women, they were necessary because he did not get much of a trip out of jacking off. But when you let them do their thing, you were at their mercy. The thought made him feel a little sick. For two pins, he decided that he'd kick their split asses out of the pad. But he needed to come just one more time. And if the stupid idiot between his legs would behave herself, he could get his gun in a few more licks. After that, she could choke for all he cared.
Lying propped up on an elbow and caressing her cheek where his slapping Angers had left a red weal, Betty felt so frustrated that she wanted to bawl. A minute ago, she had felt like coming. The warmth of his body, added to the stroking finger on her erect clitoris, promised a quick release from the not unpleasant tension which gripped her. The sound of Barbara's sucking bit was stimulating. Barb was probably on the edge of coming, too. It had been like the thing with the dildo, the three of them getting their kicks at the same time and the knowledge that they were sharing one another making the final climax all the more exciting. Now there was nothing. She could not even feel her clitoris rising anymore. There were quick tears in her eyes which had nothing to do with her smarting face.
Dimly, through her disappointment, she heard Harry speaking to her. "Give your sis a rest, cunt. If you bite me again, I'll fix you good. Come on. Get it into your head."
She wanted that hard, slippery cock more than anything she could think of. The mere thought of the rearing head, reminding her somehow of a snake's, brought the ecstatic feeling back and she groped eagerly for the hard stand of him as Barbara lay back full shouldered on the rug and openly began to masturbate.
The head slipped between her lips and back full length into her throat without any of the preliminary gagging. It seemed to belong there, choking her pleasantly and teasing her with the tickle of the crotch hair on the point of her nose. By breathing at short intervals through her nose and swallowing frequently, she got rid of the choking sensation. Everything was beautiful again. All she wanted now was to keep that wonderful prick until he shot off and taught her what it was like to have a man come in her mouth.
Careful not to bear down too much with her teeth, yet contriving to nibble gently behind and underneath the head, she felt him respond at once. He took her smarting cheek and the other side of her face between his hands again and worked his cock in and out of her throat in short, quickening strokes. The vigorous action threatened to gag her as he thrust deeper and deeper, until she remembered in time what Barbara had done and wrapped her fingers around the plunging shaft. That controlled the penetration but he was screwing so hard that he drove her hand against her lips and nose, bruising them painfully.
In her rising excitement, because she knew he was going to give her his semen in a few more seconds, she had enough sense left to hold her fingers against her face and let him fuck her mouth through them, instead of allowing her hand to move in time with his thrusting.
Without warning, he stood up quickly, putting both hands on the back of her head. She almost lost his prick and had to strain upward in order to keep on sucking it. She wondered vaguely if her clitoris was as hard as his erection and hoped that she could come with him. Barbara had told her that it was a better fuck when both partners finished together. But that was when they were screwing properly. Just sucking the guy might not be the same.. . .
She came with the first jet of his semen in the back of her throat. The sensation of swallowing it and the succeeding ejaculations was so exquisite that she was still in orgasm when he finished and pulled his dripping cock out of her mouth.
Apparently he failed to notice that she had climaxed because he did not scold her as he had done with Barbara. Instead, he pushed her flushed face out of the way and went into the bathroom. Both girls heard him turn on the water in the basin and start splashing. Barbara got up off the rUg and Betty, after a regretful glance at the closed bathroom door, joined her.
"How was it?" Barbara queried.
The remaining come in her sister's throat made the answer husky. "I can't tell you. It was too much."
Barbara nodded. "I like it that way," she observed sagely, as though she sucked off a line of guys every night. Then she got up quickly and after a brief look at the bathroom door, crossed the room to where the whisky bottle stood by the used glasses. She gulped a mouthful of liquor right out of the bottle, then poured a neat shot and brought it to Betty. "Drink up," she said. "I don't know what that kook in there has in mind for the rest of the evening but he's hidden the key and we're stuck with him." She just had time to counsel Betty to play it cool, and then replace the whisky glass, when Harry returned from the bathroom. He was still naked and his prick stuck up from the dark crotch hair, seemingly as hard as ever.
Betty gasped as she looked at it. She had always thought that a man lost his hardness once he had come and here was this one still nursing an erection. Then she realized that he was talking to her.
"Get down on your back, prick eater," he said, almost genially. "I'm going to fuck your tits." For all the notice he took of Barbara, she might not have been there.
Obediently, with the feeling of excitement growing in her again, Betty stretched out and he pulled her buttocks roughly away from the couch back so that he could get a knee down. At once, he put his weight on her belly, half sitting, half kneeling and shoved the length of his prick between her boobies. "Hold them together," he ordered. "Don't you know anything, stupid?"
For a moment, she thought he was going to hit her again and instinctively put an arm over her face. When the expected slap did not come, she put both hands on her tits and pressed them around the big head. It was dry but smooth and soft as velvet as it plowed up and then came back for a new stroke. The sensation brought her clitoris up once more and in spite of herself, she began to move her crotch in time with his quick screwing until he sat back and stared at her without speaking. His weight forced her to lie still beneath him and presently he leaned forward again and thrust his hardness into the tunnel of her tits again. She got the message and made no other move, afraid to cross him, although she would have given anything to get her finger into her pussy.
He was fucking in his vigorous style but he seemed to be taking his time now. She thought, between gasps as his weight knocked the breath out of her, that it might be harder for him to come again. In the meantime, all she could do was get the most out of the motion of that smooth cock. Her nipples were hard and standing when she closed her eyes and tried to relax.
His rough fingers in her hair hurt almost before she got her eyes shut "Wake up!" he shouted at her. "No cunt goes to sleep when I'm working on her." He raised a hand and she cringed but he changed his mind and put his hand back on her bare shoulder.
After another minute, he turned his head and ordered Barbara to straddle her sister's face and suck his nipples. "You can get a little tongue stuff," he grunted. "That is, if you know how."
Betty, punished now by his harder-thrusting so that she had difficulty in breathing, did not know what he meant until she looked up and saw Barbara's pussy a couple of inches above her face. Was he suggesting that she put her tongue in it? The thought fathered the action and before she quite knew what she was doing, her tongue-tip found her sister's erect clitoris and Barbara stopped sucking for a second to gasp with pleasure.
That was the condition for perhaps another two minutes. Harry continued to fuck Betty's boobies with increasing interest, to judge by his jerking buttocks. Barbara sucked first one of his nipples, then the other, trying to keep from biting them in the ecstasy caused by Betty's probing tongue. And Betty's gasping turned into little, regular grunts every time the rampant cock plowed through her tits, to emerge with the head almost at her throat. His weight was making her weak but now she had a double source of pleasure. The friction of his horn sliding through the stretched foreskin and then on between her tightly held breasts was even more exciting as he kept screwing them. Added to that, the thought that she was gratifying her sister gave her a vicarious thrill. She knew she would come soon and by the way Barbara's pussy was twitching, she was probably on the edge of orgasm already.
If they both came and Harry detected it, they would be in trouble. Ever since they had come up to his apartment, he had been getting sourer by the minute. Trouble was something to be avoided. She had to come or go crazy. But she would try to be quiet about it, with no hard breathing or wriggling around; just a flat, hard orgasm and that would be the end if it. She hoped Barbara would do the same.
His strokes picked up fresh speed and his balls banged against her tits and she felt him shiver a little. This was it, she knew. Her pussy twitched and she began to come in spite of herself before him. The pleasure was so exquisite that she forgot to tongue her sister and nothing was important but the release flooding all through her from head to toes.. . .
She barely realized what Harry was doing until he shoved Barbara onto the floor and snatched his prick out of her tits, leaning further forward while he rubbed it furiously. The warm, squirting semen bathing her eyes and nose clogged them. She could not see any more and she had to breathe through her mouth.. . .
Dimly, from a long way off, she heard Harry laughing.