Chapter 6
The bedroom to which Bruce led them was the same one in which Karen had spent the night after her brutal rape by DeWilde. The bed was still rumpled; her pocketbook lay on a chair next to the vanity. Dully she remembered that it was in that mussed bed he had possessed her a second time. Now she was to get on it again to be ravished by these people, and the sex act was to be an unnatural one.
She stood motionless, waiting for instructions. Bruce and Deirdre seated themselves on the foot of the bed. Lorraine stretched out a full length in the center of it, held out her arms to Karen invitingly.
"Come here, little one. Give me my first taste of a new experience and make it a complete evening for me."
Like a robot, Karen sat on the edge of the bed, swung her legs up and stretched out beside the brunette. Lorraine turned onto her side, propped herself on one elbow and gazed down at the girl as she began to run her hands the full length of her body.
"My, you are young, aren't you? How old are you?"
"Nineteen."
"Have you ever done this with a woman before?"
"I've never done any of this before."
Lorraine smiled a little. "I didn't really believe Roger, but now I do. Well, I've seen it done plenty of times, so let's see what happens."
The brunette lowered her head to Karen's chest and sucked one of her ripe breasts into her mouth. Karen felt the pressure; felt something warm and wet begin to circle her nipples, massaging the corona. This was followed by a pulling sensation as Lorraine began nursing on her breast.
Disgust filled her. Her stomach tightened and she felt as if she were going to vomit. The muscles loosened a little as she felt a hand begin to caress her belly; knead its firm flesh softly. She felt the hand cross down to her private hair; felt fingers move in between her legs. Now it was moving back and forth slowly across her opening, the place she peed through. The flesh, damaged by both man and dildo-clad woman, ached at the touch.
She had an urge to jump up and run from the room screaming; fought it down because she knew it would mean a beating from Roger. She lay quietly, hoping it would soon be over.
Lorraine swung her body sideways so that she lay at right-angles to Karen. In this position she lowered one shoulder so that her breast hung invitingly over Karen's mouth. She lowered it until her nipple came into contact with Karen's mouth. She waited that way, expectantly.
Karen knew she had to do it, regardless of her disgust. Slowly she parted her lips; accepted the proffered breast and began to duplicate what she felt Lorraine doing to hers.
With her free hand, the older woman reached for one of Karen's, pulled it to her and slid it beneath her, between her legs. Karen could feel the thick patch of black hair; felt the woman move her hips from side to side to wriggle her womanhood more firmly into Karen's hand. She had to obey the unspoken command. Tentatively, she parted the long hair until she found the opening; inserted her fingers into it as Lorraine was doing to her and began to massage the woman's clitoris.
Deirdre moved closer to Bruce until their bodies were touching, leaning against each other. Both of them watched the woman and the girl intently. Deirdre's hand strayed to Bruce's cock, to grasp it and hold it firmly. The man responded by placing his hand between her legs and sliding one finger up inside her opening, where he moved it back and forth in imitation of a coital act.
Lorraine was now becoming aroused. Deliberately she lifted her upper body from Karen's, moved down until her head was above Karen's pelvis and lifted one leg across the recumbent girl's body to straddle her. She leaned forward and down, to bury her face in the sparse golden curls between her legs. Her tongue slid out to lick the hair away on each side of the opening, then darted inside to taste Karen's hidden recesses as far up inside as it could reach. At the same time she lowered her hips until her body rested at full length upon Karen's.
When she did this, the bushy forest of her pubic hair was lowered against Karen's upturned mouth. Oh God, Karen thought-wiry, thick hair. Her father had worn a beard for a few years when she was young and when he used to kiss her goodnight it felt like this. God, why did she have to think of her father at this time. She could never see him again. She wasn't fit to associate with him or anyone else in Rancho Sierra Madre ever again.
Lorraine's tongue had done with its probing of her insides, had finished tickling the ends of the little tubes inside her opening and was now directing its attention to some little thing up at the top of her cunt, almost on the outside of it. This thing had been particularly sore due to the other's abuse of it. The tongue's touch was not pleasing but it was not painful either, and for this at least Karen was grateful.
The touch of Lorraine's pubic hair against her mouth and lips was more than Karen could stand. It was a furry torment. She reached both hands up and around Lorraine's outspread thighs, found the hair with her fingertips and parted it, smoothing it back as one might when combing the hair on the head and parting it in the middle. This exposed wet, red flesh to her gaze. She looked up and saw the older woman's parted vagina, the lips flared wide around it because of her spread-leg position which pulled it open. She saw the little bit of erect flesh at the top of it; thought how much like a miniature of a man's penis it looked. That must be the little thing which had such sensitive nerves in its end.
Lorraine could wait no longer. She lowered her hips until the lips of her vagina met those of Karen's mouth. Automatically Karen's mouth opened, her tongue protruded and began to lick the tiny little penis. She imitated the things Lorraine had been doing to her; was met by Lorraine's hips beginning to roll up and down, joyously rubbing her cunt in long strokes across Karen's mouth and parted lips.
Karen prayed that it would end soon, but Lorraine seemed to be willing to continue forever. Karen's clitoris was becoming sore again from Lorraine's continued manipulation of it, while her jaws were aching from the unwilling tonguing she was giving the older woman.
Lorraine interrupted her oral act upon Karen to moan: "Oh, suck it, honey; suck it good and hard." She then grabbed all of Karen's private flesh in her mouth, sucking it in until all of the young girl's fleshy vagina lips were pulled inside her mouth, to lay on top of her tongue.
Karen imitated the movement, pulling the flesh which was now beginning to ooze liquid into her lips and mouthing it. She sucked it in and nursed on it, manipulating it with her tongue and teeth, wondering for a moment what would happen if she were to sink her teeth into it as hard as she could; rip her head sideways and tear at it. Objectively she decided they would kill her, and wondered if it might not be worth it.
She lost her chance. Lorraine, frenzied, twisted her hips sideways so that her vagina parted again, at the same time separating Karen's and furiously resumed tonguing of the young girl's clitoris. Karen copied the change, and soon Lorraine was climaxing in a wild, erotic orgasm. Karen stuck her tongue up inside the older woman's cunt when she felt the come begin; was surprised to feel the inner flesh contracting wildly as she orgasmed.
So a woman throbs, too, when she gets her nuts off, just like a man's cock head expands. The twitching up inside her continued, then slowed in its frequency. At that point Lorraine's hips began to move again. Ready for another come. Karen moved her tongue from the inside to recontact the clitoris to another climax, stuck it back inside to feel the contractions during her come.
Twice. A repeat of the cycle, and a third orgasm. How many was that for Lorraine tonight? Karen tried to count. First she'd fucked Martha like a man and gone off three or four times at least. Then Marvin had fucked her-no, he'd put it into her for some time but couldn't make her come. Then the dog fucked her and made her come a few more times, and now-there she was, coming again. That made three times from this blow job alone. Idly Karen wondered if her cunt had throbbed like that when the dog made her come, and if so had the dog liked it.
Lorraine was pooped out now. She rolled off Karen in her reversed direction, and moaned:
"Oh, God, I'll never need to get my nuts off again."
Bruce rose to his knees on the bed and Deirdre's hand slipped from his cock. Karen saw that it was again erect, though not standing up quite so stiffly, quite so proud, as it had been when he possessed her earlier after her purchase.
"You girls got me all hot again," he stated. "Now I want a blow job too." He moved until he lay beside Karen, reversed, his body heading in the same direction as Lorraine's. He rolled toward Karen until his cock was in front of her mouth.
This was the first thing Roger had done to her- defile her mouth with his cock. Now it was to happen again. Past caring, she opened her mouth and barely shuddered as she sucked the cock head in.
She was surprised to find it was really quite soft. She nursed on it as she had done on Lorraine's vagina. Bruce found her hand, guided it to his cock and wrapped her fingers around it.
"Pump on it, baby," he directed. "I want you to make me come, and you're going to have to stroke hard to do it." He guided her hand for the first few up-and-down motions to give her the pace and direction which stimulated him most, then removed his hand to turn the job over to her when she seemed to have found the pace.
Funny-his cock shaft seemed rather soft now in her hand. She guessed men were only terribly hard and stiff the first time; were softer for their second and third shots in an evening. She ran her tongue around his cock head. It was quite noticeably pear-shaped and rather elongated toward the hole. That was the foreskin she was tonguing now. She pushed it back with the tip of her tongue, then ran it around the ridge at the base of it; the place from which the foreskin grew. She was surprised to feel little knobs, or tiny buds, in the flesh of this recess. As she did so a quiver went through all of Bruce's body and she wondered if it was enjoyment or pain.
She decided she'd better leave those buds alone. She moved her tongue tip back to the cock head, circled it two or three times more, then explored the hole in the end of it. She tried to thrust her tongue down into it, as she had run it up inside Lorraine, knowing it wouldn't fit but wondering. Again the quivering in Bruce's body told her she had hit a sensitive area.
She meantime continued her steady stroking of his shaft with her hand as he had instructed her. It wasn't getting any harder. She was surprised to find she could bend it with her fingers. He seemed to be enjoying everything, however.
She put her tongue tip back into the hole and found that something sticky, gummy; a thick liquid was oozing out of it. Now, every time she ran her hand down his cock shaft this stuff came out on the return stroke. Was he coming? No, it couldn't be- he wasn't jerking in an orgasm yet. She remembered that DeWilde's cock had leaked in her mouth, and how she had let it run down her throat. She moved her lips; pursed them in a sucking motion and swallowed. As each subsequent drop appeared she gulped it down, to make room in her mouth for the next.
What would she do when he came? Could she swallow fast enough to keep ahead of the gushing, or would she gag on it? She gulped a little at the thought.
Bruce was moving his hips now, trying to thrust it even more deeply into her mouth. She obliged by stretching her lips forward, getting more of his shaft inside. Feeling with her fingers, she estimated that at least a third of it was in her mouth. In this present erection his cock was a good deal smaller than earlier in the evening.
She felt his thigh beneath her head stiffen. His hip movement stopped and he began to tremble. This is it. He is on the edge of coming. She gave one more stroke on his shaft with her fingers, then squeezed it tightly and deliberately thrust the tip of her tongue as deep inside the hole as it would go. She felt the sticky stuff surge up from his balls and flow down his shaft; felt the first lump of it pass between her fingers. Then it was shooting out into her mouth, surprisingly warm when it passed over her tongue.
She moved her tongue to the bottom of her mouth so that it cradled his pear-shaped cock head arid swallowed. She gulped quickly enough so that her mouth was empty and she was ready for the next shot. The cock shaft pulsed in her hand just before the head of it expanded to shoot the juice, giving her warning of when the next swallow was due.
She kept count, and found that he gave her only three shots with any real amount of come in them, although his cock continued to pulse a number of times after that. There was no taste to his come, she noted; only a sticky, gummy texture. It was rather like sucking a thick but utterly tasteless malted milk through a large soda straw, she decided.
Bruce's cock was completely soft now. She removed her hand and found she could suck its entire length into her mouth. She did so, and her nose came up against the hair on the top of his ball sack. It tickled. To stop it she pressed her face tightly against his balls, crumpling the hairs. She pressed her tongue upward against the limp shaft in her mouth, nursing on it at the same time, milking every last drop of the come out of him.
Bruce gave a satisfied groan and rolled away from her. He sighed and said to no one in particular:
"Oh, my God, that blow job alone was worth six hundred and fifty dollars."
Would that be the end of it? Were these animals through degrading her now? She was so tired- would they just go away and let her rest before she killed herself? She knew now that she was going to end her life but somehow she wanted to rest before doing it.
She heard the rustling of movement on the bed; opened her eyes to look upward at Deirdre moving toward her. The woman slid her hand down Karen's body, fingers encountering and curving into her tortured gash. Bruce stopped her with a hand on her shoulder.
"No, leave her alone now. She's had enough and she's exhausted. I want to get my money's worth out of her this week before I turn her back to Roger."
"What about me?" Deirdre demanded. "I got the hots watching all three of you going to it. What am I supposed to do-jack off?"
"Oh, go fuck yourself with your dildo," Bruce told her, as he unceremoniously urged her and Lorraine to their feet. "Go on outside and let the kid sleep."
They left the bedroom, grumbling. Bruce closed the door behind them and Karen heard the sound of a night-bolt sliding home. She saw him cross the room to the sliding glass panels which looked out over the Sound; saw him lock those too. He came back to the bed to help her aching body beneath the covers; snapped out the room lights and got in beside her.
"Now we can sleep undisturbed. I don't want Roger stretching that pretty little hole of yours out of shape before I've gotten my money's worth out of it."
He patted her body affectionately in the dark. "Besides," he added. "We've got a lot more fun things we're going to do together before my week is up."