Chapter 2
The late afternoon traffic was thick along Main Street, as a long string of out-of-towners slowly pushed their way through in opposing streams of weary cars. Mariposa wasn't large as suburban towns went, but it was on the old "main" road between the shore and booming, metropolitan Morrison. The road was not the designated tourist route; it was a scenic and pleasant meander in contrast to the ferocious Thruway nearby. Most of the drivers were broiling in a stew of irritable wives and irrascible children, sand pails and gritty feet, runny noses and sticky fingers, and would have given almost anything to have been on the Thruway instead and home that much sooner.
At one intersection, where Main met County Road, there was a large, low-framed, drive-in restaurant of cedar, stone, and glass. Outside was a circular parking area, with a porch extending out at one point for car service. There was also a patio, with small tables and chairs and umbrellas. Susan and Bert, together with Nancy and Jason, sat at one of these patio tables, after having spent the better part of an hour waiting for an empty space. The restaurant, Luigi's, was packed like a sardine can.
As it was, the service was still bad, but understandably so, and none of them harrassed the overworked waitress even good-naturedly. They laughed and kidded, ordering hamburgers and french fries and shakes, generally having a good time.
"How about some pie?" Jason asked after the hamburgers were finished. "They've got some great lemon meringue here."
"I'd love to, but I can't," Nancy said wistfully. She patted her waistline to show the reason why. Nancy Cannon was shorter than Susan, of Southern European heritage which showed in large flashing eyes of black crystal, ink-dark hair, and voluptuous rich-swelling breasts like melons and curving hips with softly swaying buttocks. She was wearing toreador pants that accentuated her lush young figure and were tight enough to be a second skin; Susan had been a little unnerved when she'd seen Nancy get out of the car at the restaurant, for the pants were so crotch-tight that the contours of her thin young pussy lips and mound were creased in a vertical line, obvious to all.
"Aw, go ahead, Nancy," Jason urged.
"I'll share it with you," Susan offered.
"Yeah, this is all baby fat," Bert said, grinning, and reached over to squeeze Nancy's shoulder. "In a couple of years it'll go away, and you'll miss the pie you never ate."
"I should live so long," Nancy said ruefully. "You've seen my mother?" A rhetorical question; they all had, and Mrs. Cannon was built along the lines of a beach ball.
"Naw, I'm not fooling you, Nancy. Here, this was me a few years ago." Bert took out his battered, leather billfold and opened it to a picture of a boy, the picture half obscured behind a foggy plastic window. "That was me, .I swear."
The handsome, muscular boy who sat next to Susan had not been as bad as Nancy's mother was, but almost. He had triple chins and was standing self-consciously holding up his pants, which had obviously been let out in the seams to accommodate all of his fat.
"Hey, you were cute, Bert," Nancy giggled, taking the photo from Susan. "A lover boy, all right."
"Yeah, well it all sort of dropped away when I started growing."
"And how much more growing do you think Nancy needs?" Jason asked with a smirk. "She grows any more, and Sophia Loren will be replaced, for God's sake. I mean, look at her jugs, man."
"Jason!" Nancy said in mock shock, and then she giggled again.
"You've got a point there," Bert said. "Or two."
"So what did you two cats have in mind for us tonight?" Susan asked, wanting to steer the subject away from lewdness.
"How about a motel?" Jason answered, snickering.
"That's subtle," Susan said. "No thanks."
"A motel," Nancy said, and giggled, nudging her boyfriend in the ribs. "You've got your nerve."
Susan wondered for a moment just how much nerve Jason had-or needed. He was loose-limbed and relaxed in his manner, like a good-natured sloth, with a heftier chest expansion than Bert, but without the overall coordination. He was simply pleas-ant and average, with an ordinary face whose only noticeable feature was the small eyes that were set too close together and had a habit of nervously shifting around as if Jason were looking for somebody. Not exactly a boy you'd throw yourself at, she thought. But she was sure, from what Nancy had taught her, and from what Nancy had said in sly hints, that Nancy was "experienced" in sex, and that her teacher had been Jason-that in the cruder terms of her high-school chums, Jason was "balling" Nancy every chance he could get. And Susan had her doubts that Nancy ever did anything to stop him much. Not that she'd ever asked Nancy; that would have been in bad taste!
"Well," Bert said, "we can't stay here all night. Besides, I could use a drink. What about you, Susan?"
"I-" the teenager hesitated.
"What's the matter?" Bert asked, frowning. "You do drink, don't you?"
"Well ... sure. Sure I do." She was bluffing, and hoped that the others wouldn't catch on. She was afraid that she might be letting herself in for more than she could handle, saying she did more than she really did, for anything over an occasional glass of wine gave her the woozies. But she didn't want to do anything which might make Bert think less of her, not now, not when this was her chance to snare a big prize like him. He was really "in," and she couldn't afford to be childish about it.
"Good," Jason said. "I could go for a couple of beers myself on a warm night like this."
"But ... where shall we go?" Nancy asked, not worried about the drinking at all. "I mean, we can't just go anywhere, you know."
"How about a movie?" Bert suggested. "The drive-in."
"Naw," Jason said. "Who wants to see Monster from Atomic Atoll?" He waved his hand disparagingly. "Strictly for kids."
"Well, who says we'll be watching?" Bert said with a grin.
"I don't want to go anyway," Susan said. "Horror movies scare me."
"Awww," Jason said in a mock pout. "Awww, is little Susan-woosan all frightened of a little old monster? Awww-"
"Cut it out," Bert said sharply. "Listen to me. How'd you all like to see some real movies? I mean some hot ones!"
"Hot ones?" Nancy asked, puzzled.
"Sure, sexy ones!"
"Not around here, you won't. Last one that showed a bathing suit was closed up by the police, remember?" Jason snickered. "Only ones I can think of are the ones your-" He stopped, and a wolfish smile spread across his features. "Say, speaking of that, where's your dad tonight, Bert?"
"That's what I've been trying to tell you. The old man's at some business meeting up in the City, see, and Mom's gone to see her sister and won't be back until tomorrow. We've got the whole house to ourselves."
"Yeah..." Jason breathed excitedly. "Yeah, that sounds great."
"What are you two talking about?" Nancy demanded.
"Look," Bert said to both girls. "My dad's got some films he bought in Europe. They're ... a little spicy, see. I mean, you know what they're doing in Denmark these days. So anyway, he got a new reel of film the other day, and I haven't seen it, but I imagine if it's like the others, it should be a kick. You game?"
"Couldn't be worse than those magazines you were showing me Wednesday night, Jason," Nancy giggled. "Sure, and free booze besides. I'm for it."
"What about you, Susan?"
Susan paused, not sure what she should do, irritated at her childish fears and still burning from the razzing Jason had given her about horror films.
"When your dad gets a Disney flick, we'll invite her," Jason said, laughing. "That's her speed, Bert."
"Listen, I may be younger than you," Susan said hotly to him, "but I'm not that much younger " She could almost bite her tongue off as the words poured out of her. She wanted to show them she was old enough, but yet-she'd heard about these kinds of films, about the nudity and things, but certainly they couldn't show every-thing! Or ... could they? A tingle of wicked excitement ran through her in spite of her reluctance. It would be sort of fun, and it wouldn't show anything she didn't already know about-not firsthand of course-or that she hadn't pictured while alone in her bed and playing with herself. Not want to? Suddenly she wanted to very much!
"Bert, let's see your dad's film. What the heck, a little piece of celluloid can't hurt anything."
"That's the spirit, baby," Bert said. "C'mon, let's go!"
Bert grinned at Susan constantly as the four of them drove to his house in his car. His cock swelled in his pants as he thought of what might-what could very easily-happen that evening if he played it smart. Yeah, lewd and obscene treats were in store for this innocent little virgin sitting next to him, and once she reached the stage of being too hot to resist, he was going to turn her every way but inside out! And she was a virgin, he could sense that. Just as a hound can smell possum. She leaned affectionately against his broad shoulder as he drove, and nuzzled him, and never knew the lascivious thoughts going on behind his mask of gentlemanly manners.
He'd have to take it slow, he knew. Slow and easy so he wouldn't scare her. First time's the big time, he realized, having plucked many a cherry in his day. The heavy car sped through the twilight toward the rendezvous with young Susan West's destiny, but the foursome inside acted as if this were just another normal night, an evening to laugh and joke and cut up...
The house was spacious, built in a Spanish style in one of the newer, more costly tract developments. It sported white stucco, "exposed beams," and iron railings, with a wide, well-landscaped lawn around it and a rock garden to one side. It was dark, as Bert had prophesied. Inside, down in the rumpus room, the four teenagers collected on two spacious leather couches which faced a large fireplace that was at the moment full of cold ash. The room was rustic in decor, with hanging lanterns, rough walls, and posters of Spanish bullfights and scenery. In one corner was a tufted leather-front bar, for which Bert made a beeline.
"All right, folks," he said heartily, "name your poison."
"You got beer?" Jason asked.
"Come to think of it, I believe we've got everything except beer. Tell you what, I'll mix up a little something I call a 'Tarantula.' I call it that because it leaves a furry taste in your mouth the morning after it bites you."
"What's in it?' Susan asked nervously.
"Ohhh ... a little rum, and a little brandy, and a little of this and that," he said, collecting bottles and glasses. "You'll like it, really. It doesn't taste like booze at all."
"I'll set up the projector," Jason said, and went to a large closet near. the stairs. The closet was actually a connecting corridor, with another door at the back which opened out into a private den that was strictly for Bert's father. Jason rolled out a large projector on a dolly, plugged it in, and then went back into the closet for the can of film and the screen.
"Is this the one?" he called out. "Says 'Lust Parade' on the label."
"That's the baby," Bert said. He was passing out drinks to the girls. Susan tasted her drink, and to her surprise, found it very refreshing! It was smooth, and reminded her of lemon soda more than anything else. She took another drink before she realized what she was doing, and then another...
Bert sat down on the couch next to Susan and put one arm around her so that she was close to him, and he let his hand drop down so that it brushed against her breast casually-almost accidentally. "Hey, baby," he crooned, "I really dig you, you know?" He felt Susan jump slightly as she heard him, and he squeezed her tighter, pressing his dangling hand once more against her palpitating breast.
Susan shivered in his embrace, and the alcohol seemed to effuse through her system. She pressed her thighs tightly together to control the peculiar tickle which was worming its way through the soft, sensitive flesh down between her thighs.
Bert pressed his attack, feeling the tiny, bud-like nipple of her breast harden under the thinness of her brassiere. Susan knew she was going to have to stop him soon before things got out of control; she squirmed, moving his fingers away without him noticing it. But her short skirt hiked up over her hips, exposing her thighs and the white crotch band of her panties. She blushed furiously and tried to pull her skirt down again.
Bert laughed. "Leave it alone, baby, you've got nice legs. Don't hide what's there, because you got nothing there I don't know about!"
That brought a shriek of laughter from Nancy and more livid redness from Susan. The young girl felt hot, but not wanting to let Bert and the others think she was square, she didn't move her skirt, but quickly took an extra deep swallow of her drink. Bert leaned across, brushing against her body tauntingly, and refilled her glass from the pitcher on the coffee table in front of them.
"Film's threaded and ready to roll, C.B., " Jason said, sitting down beside Nancy on the other couch and picking up his glass. "Camera, action!" And he took a thirsty swallow of the waiting drink.
"In a momento," Bert said. He slid his hand from around Susan and stood up, walking over to the bar again and reaching underneath, to a shelf along one side. "Be-fore we begin the festival, let's make it a little better for all of us."
He brought up a tin that English cigarettes are often packed in, and brought it around to the others. "Here, each take one," he offered, opening the tin. Inside were hand-rolled cigarettes of a peculiar brownish texture. Susan had the sinking feeling she knew what the odd cigarettes were.
Marijuana!
"Light up," Bert went on to say, and pushed the tin in front of Susan. "Go on, baby, take one," he urged her.
Susan's mind was rife with indecision. She'd heard too many stories and lectures from adults, but she was just as afraid of looking like she was just a kid. She glanced at Nancy for support and guidance, and was shocked to see that her girlfriend was already lighting one up, eyes shut, completely oblivious to Susan's plight.
"What's the matter," Bert growled, "aren't you game?"
"I ... I never smoked one before," Susan blurted. She instantly wished she hadn't admitted that, for now she really sounded uncool. She wished she hadn't drunk all that concoction he'd made, for she wasn't thinking clearly and felt awfully warm, and there was a weight pressing down on her forehead and eyes.
"A little grass never hurt nobody," Jason scoffed.
"Yeah, don't worry about a thing," Nancy said, exhaling.
Don't worry ... She'd said the same thing to her mother only hours earlier, and here she was! Worried!
"Aw, I knew she was a baby all along," Jason sneered. "Take her home, Bert, so we can watch the film and enjoy it." Susan blanched under the direct punch of his con-tempt, and rebellious resentment welled up inside her, forcing her to take a cigarette and place it reluctantly between her lips. A child, was she! A baby!
"Let me light it for you," Bert said solicitously. "Once you're high, you'll feel things you've never felt before." He lit the cigarette, and trembling slightly, Susan drew in her first drag. She coughed.
"Oh, for God's sake," Jason said disgustedly.
"Let her alone," Nancy said. "She'll learn. Remember how I was the first time? Susan, hold the smoke down in your lungs. Try again, .and take it slow."
The second inhalation was easier, and the naive young girl held the sour-sweet smoke down until she thought she'd burst. She exhaled, looked around with a smile of triumph, only to see that the other three were obliviously smoking their own joints. She followed suit, and by the end of her cigarette, she. began to float.
"How you feeling now, baby?" Bert asked as he switched off the lights and flicked on the projector.
"like I'm on the moon!" Susan had never felt better in all her life; she was happy and carefree, without a worry in the world. She felt warm and close to everyone here, and she turned her blissful eyes to the screen.
The screen, which Jason setup in front of the fireplace, showed nothing but dancing white images as the first few feet of film rolled through the projector, prior to the actual movie.
A woman and a bedroom came into focus. The woman was a statuesque brunette, wearing a clinging black gown accentuating her body underneath. She slipped the gown slowly upwards, exposing slim, well-rounded legs, full thighs, and a pair of silken stockings which contrasted with her creamy smooth skin. Then the dress was over her head, and in nothing but her stockings, bra, and panties, the woman took the dress and carefully laid it over a chair. Then she bent forward and slowly, tantalizingly, unhooked her bra-Susan heard a sharp in-take of breath from the other couch at this point-and the full beauty of the woman's firm, proud breasts burst free. They stood high and beautifully formed; their quivering nipples stood out on the luscious half-spheres. Almost naked now, she turned and bent over seductively and with her back to them, she drew the panties down over her curved hips and buttocks, brushing them sensuously against her smooth thighs and calves and then discarding them at her feet.
She stretched languidly and teasingly swung around to face the camera. All her delicious nudity was exposed now, from her high rounded breasts to the soft dark triangle of her cunt below. She lay back on the bed, scissoring her legs open and closed to expose the thin slit of her vagina nestling in the soft dark hair of her pussy, and she twisted her buttocks against the bed as though she were trying to bury herself in it. The camera was at her feet now, catching every detail of her sensual, slow build-up into sexual arousal.
Susan gasped with astonishment, for she had never expected anything like this! Especially to start a film! What could possibly happen next? She gulped nervously from her glass, and as she did so, Bert lit her another cigarette. Without thinking, she sucked in the drugging smoke, and she could feel herself become mentally detached, as if she were another person entirely. The heat and excitement of the room combined with the dope and alcohol to stimulate her, and she squirmed down against the cushion, sensing the round edge of it push her dress and panties tightly up into her vaginal crevice. She rubbed herself against it, working the corner of the cushion between the moist lips of her vulva, her body rocking on it in an almost indiscernible rhythm in concert with the writhing ac-tress before her, and she could feel a wetness spreading between her thighs.
She looked guiltily out of the corner of her eyes at Nancy and Jason to make sure that they hadn't noticed her, but they were too engrossed in what they were doing. Nancy lay back against Jason, dragging heavily on another joint, and Jason had his hands all over her body. The top button of her pants was undone, with an inch or so of the zipper undone, and one of Jason's hands was inside there, clearly rummaging around between her thighs, his fingers clearly out-lined against the fabric of the toreador pants. His other hand was inside her blouse, and Nancy seemed unaware of either of his hands, for her mouth was hanging limply open in a strange intoxicated look as they dazedly watched the movie together.
Susan leaned back against Bert, careful not to break contact with the edge of the cushion which was pressed between her fevered thighs, and she found his hand waiting for her. Without thinking, she relaxed against it, making no protest when his fingers settled heavily on her left breast.
His arm feels good, she thought to herself. And it doesn't hurt anything, I guess....She looked back to the screen again, and became absorbed by the lewd perversions flickering in front of her drug-dulled eyes. She couldn't believe it!
The woman was running her hands over her body as though she were out of control, her fingertips dancing over the flat, ivory belly and coming to rest at the vee of her soft, fleece-covered vagina. The contact of her fingers on her moistly open slit made her groan silently and rise slightly off the bed. She straightened the legs like two beautifully carved ivory columns above the mat-tress. Then, with a deeper groan so that Susan could almost hear it, it was so real, she let them fall widely apart, showing the moistly glistening furrow between. Her fingers crawled to the soft hair-covered lips and spread them slowly apart until the wet pinkness was fully visible and the vertical mouth like orifice up between her thighs opened hungrily. The half-moons ,of her firm rounded buttocks shone whitely, divided sensuously by the hot, softly spreading crevice between them, her tiny anus nestled, mysterious and inviting, be-low the swollen and gently pulsating lips of her open cunt.
Susan found herself sympathetically bound to the woman, her own cunt tingling with anticipation as she recalled the times she had had to touch herself down between her legs to relieve the burning itch inside her child-like womb. A soft moan escaped from her lips, and once again she grabbed her drink to try and quench the fluttering heat in her belly and loins; the alcohol, mixing with the marijuana, only intensified the fire inside her. She squirmed down on the sofa and she felt Bert's hands now groping at the straps of her top, unbuttoning them at the back. Before she could react, they were free and falling over the swollen slopes of her breasts. His hand slipped in-side, pulling the material free from her brassiere, and she stiffened, filled with both foreboding and excitement. She tried to pull his hand away, but her own fingers moved only as far as Bert's, and then fell back again, and she could only stare with glassy, drug-dimmed eyes at the movie and submit, thankful that in the darkness the boy's manipulations would not be seen by Nancy or her boyfriend Jason.
The woman on the screen, her mouth open wide in ecstasy, worked one finger, then two, into the glistening moistness of her cunt hole, and at the same time stroked the throbbing bud of her clitoris with her other hand, her face tightening as she masturbated in open capitulation to her burning desires, her alabaster skin wet and shining with perspiration, her dark brown pubic hair matted to her pink, fleshy vaginal lips as she strove for orgasm. Her driving fingers sunk deep up into her widely stretched opening, thrusting harder and harder, but they were not enough. Susan could see the woman's face clenching with frustration and purpose, eyes tight, teeth gritted, every sinew and muscle in her body spasming in her longing for release.
Susan fuzzily tried to convince herself that she still had control of herself in this situation, and that somehow she'd be able to stop the liquor and marijuana in her from overcoming her natural prudence. But her own face and body shone with the luster of sexual sweat, a trickle of which ran down between her breasts which her date was kneading and squeezing. She knew that she had to demand to go home, to shut off the movie at least, that she'd gone too far in allowing the boy to fondle her breasts-for now he was snaking his fingers up inside her thin brassiere, and there was nothing in the way of his probing fingers except whatever mental resistance she could muster. But she couldn't seem to move away or to make her body obey the warning bells in her mind. She squirmed down tighter into the seat as Bert's fingers caressed the soft underside of one whitely exposed mound; then his fingers and thumb were wickedly tweaking her already hardened nipple. Her breasts ached with swollen desire, and she felt tiny, unwanted throbs of telltale desire pulsing hotly in her belly and vagina, and she bit her lip to hold back any more of the lewdly forbidden sensations.
Bert's hand came to rest on her lap now, and though she tried to fight off his caresses by raising her knees, his fingers moved insinuatingly closer to her panty-covered crotch, kneading the softness of her naked thighs and legs which were exposed by the shortness of her miniskirt, while at the same time he caressed abandonedly the now exposed mounds of her throbbing breasts with his other hand. She sucked in her breath in ragged, fevered gasps at the crawling hand's insect like contact with her lower flesh, and guiltily she glanced over to the other couch.
The lewd sight she beheld made her freeze, and the dimly lit scene of Nancy and Jason together held her in perverted fascination. She felt as if she could reach out and touch Nancy, and that if she did, that Nancy would not notice; the girl's head was rolling back and forth with a trance-like limpness, her face contorted in the same way as the woman's on the screen. Jason's middle finger was disappearing rhythmically into the soft dark curls of her pubic hair. Nancy's legs spread slackly outwards to allow him full access to her naked young cunt. Her thin white nylon panties were stripped past her knees so that she could bend them outward. Susan thought that what she was actually witnessing live was worse then the movie. This was her own girlfriend she was watching being ... being finger fucked by a boy. Susan tried to blot out the spectacle, but couldn't, for the lasciviousness of it caused more strange little electric tingles to run deep in her belly and the seeping moisture in her cunt to increase. Her heart beat like a tom-tom, mesmerized as the boy on the other couch lewdly fingered the nakedly squirming pussy of the girl who was her very best friend.
God, surely they would go no further! She certainly couldn't allow Bert to go any further with her own body. But as his hotly searching hand pressed tighter and tighter against the mound of her own crotch, unable to slip lower because of her tightly clenched thighs, the pleasures he raised began to break down her will to resist, for it was so good, so wickedly good, and she turned her eyes once more to the movie while his fingers teased like tiny squirming snakes in the crevice of her skirt. She dully promised herself she would force him to stop if he tried more-but then came the terrible realization that should she make a scene, her breasts were completely naked and would be seen by Jason and Nancy if they looked up to see what the commotion was about. There was no more she could do except squirm down helplessly against the cushion and squeeze her legs together.
Susan tensed, and only Bert's firm grip kept her from bolting from the couch. "My God," she whispered.
She squirmed helplessly, with a blush of shame.
Susan groaned aloud, grinding her buttocks harder down into the cushion, and as she did so Bert's hand was suddenly up under her skirt and covering the crotch band of her desire-moistened panties. She quivered as her tender 'young cunt walls secreted more fluids of sexual excitement around his fingers, and in response Bert moved his fingers in circling, precise motions which made her vaginal area pulsate with ever-increasing desire. She was almost out of control with passion now, and didn't think she could stand another moment of his maddening tease of her barely covered genitals. She was ready to spread her legs like Nancy and allow his touch to quench the fires which raged through her hotly contracting cunt, and the marijuana and alcohol boiled through her veins, stroking the furnace of her arousal.
It was too much for the young, pot-drugged virgin to take! In a last-ditch at-tempt to stop the action, she desperately gasped: "No! No, Bert, don't touch me there! Please let me alone!"
"Why not, baby? You know you love it."
"I'm ... I'm not that kind of girl, Bert!" she whimpered.
"All girls are that kind of girl-if they're not in diapers." the boy sneered. "And baby, from what I can feel, you're not in diapers anymore."
"Nancy," she choked, knowing further argument with Bert would be useless. "Nancy, please ... please, we have to go home!"
Bert thought that was funny. "Are you joking? Look at your pussied girlfriend and tell me if she wants to leave here now."
The young teenage girl gasped with agony as she saw what was taking place on the other couch now. Jason, having brought Nancy to a whining pitch of raw nerves, had removed her panties entirely, and they lay along with her blouse and bra in a useless heap on the floor beneath her feet. Jason was straddling the girl's erotically heaving chest now, his greedily smiling face scarcely inches from her widespread cunt, and Nancy's mouth was open and her eyes were waxy nothings of drugged lust. As Susan watched, Jason pressed the flat plane of her stomach and massaged the outer flanges of her vaginal lips with his thumbs pressing outward to expose the moist pink slit of Nancy's pussy with its firm, erect little clitoris clearly in view just above the shadowed mouth of her cunt-a duplicate of what Susan had seen a moment before in the movie.
Beside Susan, Bert pressed a freshly lit brown cigarette to the young virginal girl's lips, and as she unhesitatingly drew the sweet, acrid smoke down into her lungs, the shock she had first experienced upon seeing what Jason and Nancy were doing was swept away. Her head lightened and she pulled on the joint thankfully, beginning at last to hazily enjoy the movie and the lewd seduction of her girlfriend on the couch beside her.
Bert wormed one finger underneath the crotch band of her panties-and softly grazed the moist, demanding flesh of her gently pulsating pussy. Susan tightened her inner cunt muscles against further invasion but only succeeded in making the teasing little shocks that much more acute. She held her breath for fear that some telltale sound would escape through her lips, while her very being trembled as he wormed his hand up under her flimsy panties ... and now she felt more fingers searching in her warm, pink vaginal lips and moist pubic hair, but she still couldn't pull her eyes from the couch, where Jason's head had dropped and his tongue now flicked teasingly at the open little cunt before his face. Nancy jerked at the hot fleshy contact and her legs clamped tightly around the boy's head in a vice-like grip as her hips began to slowly move up and down. Soft mewls of delight rolled from her clenched lips, and she was caught in a mindless, drugged fit of uncontrollable lust, nothing mattering except the nerve-tingling licking on her pussy.
"No ... no," Susan whimpered abjectly, and she somehow managed to turn her head away.
Susan's nerves were shattered, her brain whirled, and her body prickled with sexual heat. She knew deep in her mind that she had to run ... run right now if she were ever going to be free of the warping influences on her mind, but she couldn't resist the insistent hand on her helplessly throbbing cunt and the twin lewdnesses of that movie and what her girlfriend was allowing Jason to do to her body. It was too much for her innocent mind to bear!
"Jason is going to fuck Nancy and I'm going to fuck you!"
Susan West almost lost her mind at that moment, and a thin film of drug-inspired passion glazed over her eyes. She nearly fainted.
Something had to give!