Chapter 3
Pamela Parker was extremely disappointed. Monday had come, and it seemed as if Bobby had forgotten all about his promise to give her an adventure. In fact, things had returned too much to normal for Pam's taste.
She stirred her coffee discontentedly. Her life was getting back onto the same dull track it had been stuck on for most of the past three years.
Her life wasn't so bad. It was just getting to be so goddamned boring. And her coffee had gotten cold. She tested the cup with her hand, then went to the microwave to reheat it. She had just set the timer when she heard the front doorbell ring.
Pam opened the door and found a young woman standing there.
"I'm so sorry to bother you, and I wouldn't normally ask a favor like this of a stranger," the slim brunette said. "But my car has just died on me, right there in the street, and I would like very much to use your telephone."
This woman was barely five feet tall, quite skinny except for a pair of rather well-developed tits, and she had an infectious smile. She wore a short skirt, and a sleeveless tank top that made the most of her eye-catching tits.
"Sure," Pamela Parker said. "The phone's right here in the living room. Come on in."
While the woman was dialing, Pam went to get her coffee.
"Would you like some coffee?" she called into the living room. "While you're waiting? If you don't mind instant, that is--" She was just turning, her coffee cup in her hand, when the woman appeared in the kitchen doorway.
Oh, holy God! Pam thought. The skinny, smiling brunette was holding a forty-five automatic and it was pointed straight at Pamela Parker.
"Hiya, blondie," the petite woman said. "Didn't your mommy ever tell you that you should never trust a stranger?"
"What the fuck do you want?" Pam asked as her hands were being tied behind her back. "I don't have any money in the house-some credit cards, but no money to speak of--"
"Fuck the money!" the woman gasped, pulling tight the knot in the rope that secured Pam's wrists. "Mmmm, that's better!"
Still holding the gun, she came around and stared at Pam.
Pam shifted uncomfortably. The rope binding her wrists wasn't tight, but she felt affronted to be in such a position, and she was more than a little terrified. She'd never been so close to a gun before, and the sight of it, gleaming black in the woman's small hand, made Pam's heart beat madly.
"Please don't shoot me!" she whispered. "I don't want you to shoot me!"
"The gun was just to get your attention, honey," the woman said, her dark eyes glittering. She laid the gun down on the kitchen table.
"You have a great body, did anyone ever tell you that?"
The woman placed the palms of her hands directly atop the thrusting cones of Pam's tits, outlined as they were in the cling of her T-shirt.
"Oh!" Pam moaned as the hands squeezed down, fingers clutching almost possessively at her tits. She strained and leaned back, but the hands clung to her tits.
"Gorgeous tits," the woman said, paying no attention to Pam's discomfort. She squeezed them up into points, leaned down, and rubbed her lips across the straining nipples. Pam was wearing a flimsy nylon bra underneath. The tips of her nipples were erect with fear. The woman's mouth scraped them like sandpaper.
The brunette looked up, her eyes liquid with lust.
"Jesus, I fucking love your tits," she said. And then she lifted Pam's T-shirt and started to lick the nipples through the flimsy nylon of the pink bra.
"Aaaahhhh!" Pam groaned, fighting at the rope until it began to dig into the soft flesh of her wrists. "Don't do that-please!"
As the woman worked her tongue back and forth over the stiffened nipple tips, she loosened the bra clasp, and the cups fell away.
"Better, oh, much better," the woman said in a throaty whisper.
Her hand squeezed at the smooth firm flesh of the tit, and the nipple lifted all pink and pointy. The tip of her finger brushed across it lightly, while her eyes were fixed upon Pam's flushed, tingling face.
Pam blushed hotly. Her tit tingled.
"Stop, please!" Pam gasped. "Oh, don't do that!"
Her nipples hardened against the relentless pressure, the scratchy, ticklish caress of the knowing, provocative finger. And she closed her eyes, unable to watch as the woman leaned downward, at last, and applied her mouth to the bare tit-flesh itself.
"No!" Pam moaned as she felt her tit drawn into the woman's mouth. She gasped as teeth gnawed into her, as a tongue lolled lustfully across her stiffened nipple. And then she gasped again. With her other hand, the woman had just seized a fistful of Pam's crotch.
"You like that?" the woman asked saucily between laps and licks at Pam's tit. "God, you suburban housewives are all the same! Every one of you dying to feel a hot girl-tongue up your cunts, but all of you afraid to admit it, even to yourselves. Well, baby, I'm gonna show you what you've been needing-for a long time, too, I'll just bet!"
Now Pam was really frightened.
"You're crazy," she said. "You can't mean that."
"The fuck I can't," the small brunette said, unbuttoning Pam's jeans and thrusting her hand inside. Pam screamed as she felt the hand slip into her panties, the fingers twining through the blonde fleece of her cunt.
They were eager, horny fingers-soft and slim, but as avid as any male digits that had ever been inside Pamela Parker's pants.
The woman's fingers split the cunt gash, and the middle finger went straight up Pam's pussy, wiggling as it penetrated. Pam's eyes enlarged and rolled in their sockets, and she bounced up and down on the balls of her feet.
But with each bounce of her body, the finger went deeper into her cunt, and she could feel the pussyjuice starting to bubble down the tube of her pussy, bathing the finger in wetness as it explored within her. The woman's mouth was glued to Pam's tits, sucking, biting, licking, and chewing, and the finger fucked in and out, in and out.
"I can smell that pussy," the woman said. "God, it smells hot and funky! I wanna stick my tongue inside you, bitch! Wanna lick you inside out! Are you gonna stop me? With your hands tied behind you? I really don't think so, mmmm, baby?"
She dropped to her knees in front of Pam, reaching up to yank the jeans down Pamela's quivering legs. She pulled them ankle-low and left them bunched around Pam's feet. Her hands climbed slowly, sensuously, back up the blonde wife's thighs, into her trembling pussy region.
Her fingers began to caress it again while her lips slid wetly up and down Pam's thighs, from hipbones to knees. She kissed and licked at almost every inch of the flesh, and her finger went back inside to resume the sweet hot task of reaming out Pam's pussy.
"Ohhhh!" Pam moaned from deep in her throat. She was still rocking up and down, enduring the steady, provocative thrust of the finger as it probed the interior of her cunt.
The woman licked across the lower edge of Pam's abdomen, skirting the upper fringe of cunthair. She licked upward, tickling Pam's navel with the tip of her tongue.
Pam squirmed and leaned back, the sink cabinet supporting her body just when she thought herself about to plummet straight backward to the floor. She braced herself against the sink and endured what was being done to her.
On the other hand, she had to admit, there was something rather arousing and exciting about it. If only she could be sure that she would not be killed after it was over.
And then the tongue brushed the swollen tip of her clit, and she realized that her clit was vividly, hotly erect, and she found herself unable to think of anything except that tongue, attacking her hot pink clit.
She'd never really done anything with a woman before, aside from some very tentative fooling around at summer camp once, back when she was in junior high and just starting to get in touch with her awakening body. And even then, it had never gone beyond a little kissing and some awkward tit and pussy rubbing with a shy girl from Cleveland. Neither of them had dreamed of using tongues on each other, not like this wild, weird old bitch was doing to Pam right now!
"God, what a cunt!" the brunette giggled, opening the pussy as wide as it would spread, so widely that Pam had to gasp in what came close to being pain. The flaps spread, and the clit seemed to thrust itself outward even more boldly.
Pam didn't have to look down to see that. She could feel her clit erecting more and more, and she knew that her cunt was leaking hot wet juice around the other woman's finger. She could even hear the squishing as the finger stabbed into her hot, aroused cunt again and again, pushing a little deeper each time.
"No, please stop!" she moaned, but the sound didn't even convince Pam herself. She felt the tongue on her clit again, licking, lapping, the lips puckering so they could kiss and then suckle warmly at her throbbing clit, and the squishy sounds grew louder and louder.
"Do you really want me to stop?" the woman asked, looking up, her tongue poised near the tip of Pam's trembling pink cut. Pam could not answer. "Just don't hurt me!" she whispered. "You can do anything you want, but don't hurt me!"
"I know I can do anything I want," the woman said smugly. "Your pussy is dripping wet and your body is as hot as a firecracker. I know that I can do any fucking thing I want to you and you'll whimper and moan and beg me for more! And that's exactly what's gonna happen, bitch!"
And with that, she took her finger out of Pam's cunt and replaced it with her limber tongue.
Pam screamed, feeling the tongue slip up her cunt. It was like being fucked by a snake.
The woman's tongue emerged, slithered up and down the pussy trench, licking everything it Came into contact with, and the finger went back into her cunt to take up the slack.
Pam's ass throbbed as it pressed against the sink cabinet. Juice was running out of her cunt, oozing down the insides of her legs. The woman's tongue was everywhere, licking to capture the excited flow. Her tongue scraped on Pam's flesh and made the skin tingle all the more. Pam struggled in her bindings, uncertain whether she wanted to push the brunette's head away or pull it deeper into her pussy.
"Oh, Jesus!" Pam gasped suddenly. "You're making me cummmm! You wicked evil bitch!"
"I can taste it, baby," the woman replied, slurping and smacking. "I can fucking taste your hot sweet cum! And when you call me a bitch, honey, it's like pretty music in my ears!"
She sucked and licked until Pam went limp, and then she came up slowly, her hands feeling their way ahead of her, up across the smooth belly, onto the heaving, hard-nippled tits, up to stroke wetly at Pam's cheeks. She lifted onto tiptoes, her body pressing firmly against Pamela's, and she cupped Pam's chin, just as she pushed her mouth onto the blonde wife's lips.
Pam moaned, recognizing the taste of her pussyjuice on the other woman's lips.
"No, not that!" Pam moaned, resisting the kiss.
Pam gurgled as she felt her mouth invaded, raped, but there was a certain sense of excitement, too, feeling the woman's tongue slithering around inside her mouth, teasing, tickling, pushing toward her throat.
As the woman's body pressed her own, Pam was even more intensely aware of the brunette's slimness, of the thrust and size of her well-developed tits, of the hard but sinuous body tone.
"Do you like the way my body feels on yours?" the woman asked in a soft voice, her breath smooth as milk as her lips rubbed Pam's. "Does it make you feel adventurous?"
Something tingled inside Pam's brain at the words, but she wasn't sure what it was. The brunette woman's hands were on Pamela's tits, her tongue licked hungrily around Pam's lips as she deposited one soft, smacking kiss after another on Pam's moist, trembling mouth.
"It's your turn, now, baby!" the woman whispered, stepping back. She lifted her tank top, exposing her braless tits. They were capped in enormously big brown nipples as thick as Pam's middle finger. The sight of those nipples made Pam's belly twitch strangely.
The woman looked at Pam, then looked down at her tits.
"My tits are so pretty," she said. "Don't you think so too?"
She let her fingertips slide back and forth over the hardened brown nipple peaks, and the points seemed to stiffen even more noticeably as she stroked them.
Scooping up a handful of tit, she brought it to her mouth and placed a kiss upon the brown areola. Her lips left saliva behind on the flesh. Pam could see bubbles of spit on the nipple.
"I want you to suck them," the woman said, looking up at Pam with determination. "I want to feel your mouth on my tits. But let's go into the living room first. You're going to do all kinds of exciting things to me, and we should get as comfortable as possible."
Naked, Pam shivered, despite the day's warmth. The woman had stripped her bare, and then stripped herself as well. She looked incredibly fragile and petite, but she strutted around the room in her high heels and stockings, the gun in her hand.
"Crawl over here," the woman said, planting her slim ass on the arm of Bob's easy chair. She stretched her legs widely, and the dark patch of hair between her slender legs split to reveal the pinkness of the pussy within.
The woman brought the gun to her lips and worked the black barrel back and forth along her mouth.
"I said get over here!" the woman shouted, pointing the gun in Pam's direction.
"Okay!" Pam gasped, crawling toward the chair on her knees, her hands still tied behind her back.
The woman took a handful of Pam's golden hair and pulled her captive's face closer.
"Smell my pussy," she said. "It's dripping with excitement. I want to feel your tongue all over my cunt, baby! I want you to eat my pussy like caviar! But first, I need you to suck my tits and get me really hot! Come up here and kiss me, and then nibble on my tits like a good girl!"
"My husband will be home from work any time!" Pam gasped, rising up onto her knees. "I think you ought to know that!"
"Fuck your husband," the woman said. "Maybe I'll rape him too! After all, I have the gun, don't I? I can do any fucking thing I want! Power comes from the barrel of a gun! Kiss me! Now, cunt! Kiss me right fucking now!"
Pam leaned up farther, and the woman leaned down. Their mouths touched, and again Pam's mouth was invaded by the woman's hot slithery tongue.
Pam leaned back, gasping for air. Her eyes were shut in embarrassment. Something cold touched her lips, and she opened her eyes in shock, realizing that the barrel of the gun was being pushed into her mouth.
"Suck it, baby, show me what you can do! Mmmmm, I bet you're hell with a stiff cock in your mouth! Well, this is my stiff cock, and you're sucking on it now, aren't you? C'mon, baby, down there and suck my tits now! Bite the nipples! You can't hurt them! My tits like it rough and horny!"
Pam blushed even more as a tit was forced into her mouth. She remembered those stolen afternoons at summer camp, years before, and the curious, slightly salty taste of tit-flesh on her tongue.
"Suck it, Pam," the woman said.
That was funny, she thought. How did the woman know her name? But as the nipple fattened and throbbed in her mouth, she had no time to think of anything, of anything but the sucking, the taste of warm female flesh on her tongue, the satisfaction of using her mouth on the sweet, hot, plush mound of tit.
She switched tits without being asked, her saliva dripping as she fed herself on the other tit.
"Oh, yes, baby," the woman said, her hands running all over Pam's hair, stroking down her bare back, pulling Pam's head in so that she could feed more and more deeply upon the swollen lushness of her tits.
The nipple slid free and Pam gulped, gasped, and snapped at it with her teeth.
"No, honey," the woman said, leaning down to kiss Pam's tit-tasting mouth. "Now you're gonna eat my pussy, just like I ate yours!"
Pam shivered. Her face was scarlet. She shouldn't be enjoying this, should she? But she was. Still, the thought of putting her mouth on another woman's cunt gave her a momentary shudder.
The woman settled down into the chair, her legs thrust over the arms. Her pussy was wide open. She reached down, fingering her thick patch of hair, sliding her cuntlips apart with her hand.
"Look how pink and wet I am inside," the woman said. "I got so excited when I was eating your hot pussy. And it made mine hot, too. C'mon, Pam, get your face between my legs and eat me all up. I know you can do it, baby, just put your mouth down there and start sucking!"
Pam grimaced, but the woman was pulling her head into her crotch. She could smell the funky arousal of the pussy, and then her face was buried in the fuzzy dark patch of hair and the wet cuntlips were sloshing against her skin. Pam sniffed, and the heady aroma of the aroused cunt made her nostrils twitch.
Then her nose slipped into the open slice of the woman's pussy and Pam sniffed again, her nostrils filling with the woman's wet cunt juices. Pam jerked, and her semi-open mouth contacted the woman's pussy gash, and she tasted the stuff coming out of the brunette's cunt. There was no room for any more questions, any more doubts. Pam began to eat pussy.
Her tongue worked up and down the cunt-slit, slipping in and out of the opening. She licked the upstanding bud of the clit and found it hugely engorged with lustful arousal. The touch of the clit on her tongue made Pam's heart beat faster, made cunt-juice run down the insides of her thighs.
Pam enjoyed having her pussy eaten, and was both shocked and delighted to find that doing it to another cunt was nearly as much fun as getting eaten.
She twisted her head this way and that, delving with her tongue into the mysteries of the brunette's cunt. The only thing she began to regret, as she continued to feast, was that she couldn't get her hands up to add a little finger stimulation to what she was already dispensing with her mouth.
The woman's cunt was so slippery that Pam's tongue just glided and slid along the edges, but the woman moved her hands down, holding the cuntlips open, and Pam kept on licking, sometimes covering the fuck-hole with her mouth and sucking hard, as if she meant to siphon out a mouthful of the juice already oozing from the gash. She heard the woman moan, felt the cunt grow hotter and wetter against her mouth, and knew that she was doing a good job. She could taste it on her tongue.
"Oh, yes, baby, you know how to lick pussy, don't you?" the woman asked, flogging Pam's face with her wet hot cunt. She humped and pumped her pussy into Pam's face, smearing pussyjuice all over Pam's twitching lips.
Pamela thrust out with her tongue, jabbing it into the woman's cunt, tickling deep inside, then coming out to give a fresh licking to the woman's stiff clit.
The woman's clit was hot and hard, and Pam's tongue whipped it furiously, exactly the way she loved to have her own clit mouth-loved, and she could tell from the woman's moans and contortions that the favor was much appreciated.
"Make me come, you whore!" the woman panted, tapping Pam's head with the barrel of the gun.
Pam winced at the touch, not because it hurt, but because it reminded her that she was being ravished at gunpoint. And she knew that her very life might depend on giving the strange woman the orgasm she demanded. But she couldn't have stopped, not even if the gun weren't part of the game.
She closed her lips on the woman's swollen throbbing clit and sucked hard at it. She hummed as she sucked, and she let her oral vibrations swirl around the tingling tip of the clit, knowing that it was driving her captor crazy with lust.
Pam strained her wrists against the rope that bound them behind her back. God, she needed her hands free! Her cunt itched like a mother fucker, and she needed to get a finger sliding up and down the hot wet crack, stroking the feverish itch that burned between her aching legs.
Each time she tugged on her captor's clit, she felt a responding throb in her own clit, and no matter how she worked her thighs, squeezing and flexing them to exert a sexy pressure on her pussy, it was not enough.
"Suck me, baby, make my pussy squirt!"
The horny, nasty words made Pam's cunt tingle all the more. She was moving her ass up and down, bumping it against her calves, twisting this way and that to accentuate the pressure she could place upon her clit, and she could feel it working, though she needed more.
"Now, bitch, suck me nowwwww!" the woman moaned, sliding the cold barrel of the gun through Pam's hair. She bumped her pussy up to meet Pamela's face, and as Pam's tongue slipped once more into the spread pussy, she could feel the hot excited contractions rippling through the woman's fuck-hole.
She's going to come, Pam thought. She's going to come in my mouth!
She wiggled her tongue in and out of the woman's cunt, and she worked her body up and down in the hope of adding her own excitement to the simmering stew of female lust that was about to boil over.
C'mon, bitch, she thought, piss your cum into my mouth! Drown me with it!
"Aaaaagghh!" the woman shrieked, using both hands to pull Pam into her pussy. She wrapped her legs around Pam's head and swamped the blonde wife's face with her drenching pussyjuices.
Pam fucked her tongue in and out of the juicing cunt, gagging on the hot discharge of squishy girl-cum, but sucking like a bitch all the same, as if she were starved for pussy and dying to feed on the brunette's cuntcream.
A little orgasm rippled through Pam's cunt, but it only left her high, dry, and frustrated. She could taste the raging release of the brunette's cunt, and she feasted on the fruits, but her body ached for a come of its own, and she could not do anything to help herself, not with her hands bound behind her back.
The brunette pushed Pam back and lay gasping in the chair, her legs thrown wide, her hand sliding up and down the drenched meat of her pussyfur.
"Oh, fucking hell!" the woman moaned, rubbing at her clit, her fingertip slipping in and out of the spread mouth of her cunt.
"I bet you've done that before, you slut! I know you've done it before! You're too good for this to be your first time eating a pussy."
"No!" Pam whimpered, lying on the floor helpless. "I really never did anything like that before, it was the first time ever, honest-but please-I need something now! Look at me, I can't lie still!"
Pam stretched her long legs out, opening them to expose the wet pink gash of her cunt.
"My pussy is on fire-frig me, finger me, suck me, lick me-oh, God, do something to me!"
From far away came the sound of a voice. For a moment, Pam didn't recognize it. Then the clock on the mantel chimed five-thirty, and the blonde gave a squeal of terror. Her head spun around, and she saw her husband, just home from work, standing in the doorway, his eyes bulging at what he saw spread out before him in the living room.