Chapter 4
Amber stood in the doorway, her hands on her womanly hips. She had a look of anger on her face, but it was one that Randy Clark was hard put to define. It looked like anger, but was it really? He couldn't tell.
And then Amber laughed. He knew that she had been putting him on. For some reason, he was relieved. He shouldn't have given a flying fuck what this red-headed girl thought of him. She was just a fellow traveler in this storm of blackness. They'd been trapped in the elevator together and they'd fucked and that was it. He hadn't known her before and he hardly knew her now.
But for some reason, what she thought was important to him.
"Who's this?" asked Anne.
"A friend I met in the elevator," he told her, glancing back at Amber, almost-daring her to contradict him.
"A lover I found in the elevator," she said, moving slowly across the plush office to where the two had been fucking away on the rug. She propped her pert ass against one comer of the desk and looked down at the pair. "I leave you alone for a moment-to go and comfort a poor little girl lost and frightened-and you do this. Really." She clucked her tongue and smiled.
"You know how it is. The lights go out and all bets are off."
"When the game's as interesting as this one," Amber said, giving Anne a once-over, "I can see why."
"I suppose I can make it up to you. It must have been nerve-racking trying to soothe an hysterical woman." Randy wondered at the sly smile on Amber's face when he said that. He wondered what it was he was missing. It must be dynamite, whatever it might be.
"That's okay. I just wish you'd saved me a little of that fine prick. It's all gone."
Randy looked down in surprise at his prick. It was sleeping now, but finished? Hardly!
"After all," Amber went on, "all I see is a penis, not a cock. A penis is for pissing and a cock is for fucking. You couldn't possibly fuck a girl with that."
"I wouldn't say that," said Anne dreamily. "He seemed to do one hell of a fine job before."
"Yeah," said Amber acidly, "before you deflated it. I wanted it all for myself."
"Greedy bitch," said Randy. "But maybe I can do something that will make amends for it. Do you think she would be willing to accept some little token of our esteem, Anne?" He looked at the dark-haired girl and was startled by the sudden feral gleam in the girl's eyes. She obviously got off in a big way on the idea of making it with Amber.
When he looked back at Amber, he was even more startled. She had a look in those vivid green eyes of hers that could only be described as predatory. The redhead wanted more than simple fucking with him, of that he was sure.
It took Randy Clark a couple seconds to adjust to the obvious sexual overtones of the situation. Things were changing faster than he could easily adjust to. He was used to men fucking women. But women wanting women? That was brand-new to him-new and exciting. He didn't want to come out and admit it to these two horny chicks, but the idea of seeing them go after each other turned him on in a big way. How did women make love to one another? It couldn't possibly be like a man fucking a woman.
"Yes," cooed Anne, slowly rising. The movement was a seduction. She didn't move as much as flow. Boneless was the only word Randy could think of to describe her. She flowed over to where Amber sat perched on the edge of the desk.
He could feel the animal electricity flowing. There was only one surprise for him in what followed. When Anne's lips touched Amber's, there wasn't a bright blue spark. He watched full, sensuous lips crush down fully on Amber's thinner ones.
But those lips responded with the same amount of fervor and passion. He watched their delicate throats begin to work and strain. He knew that feminine tongue was dueling with equally feminine tongue. Racing back and forth, from mouth to mouth, they were getting each other turned on to the point where neither could back out.
He decided that he needed to add to the joy of the situation. He lifted Amber's skirt and was only moderately surprised to find that she had taken off her pantyhose. She was totally naked under the skirt.
Her pussy gleamed like copper fire. He could see the sparkling drops of her cunt-juice dotting her bush. He knew then that he couldn't hold back any longer. He slid forward on his knees and buried his face in that glorious bush.
Amber jumped as if someone had rammed a red hot poker into her cunt. But it wasn't pain she felt. It was stark, undiluted pleasure. The wetness of Randy's probing tongue turned her on even more than the juicy kisses Anne placed on her lips. She felt so sinful and sexy that it took her breath totally away.
"Ummm, oh, this is super!" she cried out. "I could stay here like this all night long."
"We will, we will," promised Anne, her mouth moving slowly along the line of Amber's jaw. The redhead didn't know who this dark-haired woman was and she didn't care. The way she used her tongue was heaven. By the time Anne began nibbling gently on her earlobe, Amber was on the brink of orgasm.
What pushed her over wasn't the woman's tongue rimming her ear. It was the thrusting, driving, twisting tongue-fucking given her by Randy. She felt his tongue slither all over her cunt lips, lapping up the overflow from her pussy. When he gently parted her labia and dived down into the well of her pussy, she came.
The feel of his rough, pink tongue whirling around inside her pussy like a berserk tornado was more than enough. But the hotness of his breath gusting through the tangled fur of her pussy-mound turned her on, too. The feel of his nose prodding into her clit sent icy shivers of stark carnal desire blasting up her spine.
Belly tightening, she spread her legs wide so that the man would be able to fully eat her. She didn't want anything down by half-measures now. The feelings rampaging through her were too sweet to miss.
"Eat me! Eat meeeee!" she shrieked. Her entire body lifted off the desk as a climax shattered her world. She rode the kaleidoscopic winds of ecstasy until she was positive that no feeling could be left inside her tender body.
She was wrong.
The instant she felt the dreaminess of post-come settle down on her, Anne's tongue stimulated her ear and licked along the line of her throat. The woman's tongue demanded attention; it demanded arousal. Breath coming faster than ever, Amber responded.
And the tongue fucking her cunt was enough to get her hot again, too. She had never had two people make love to her at the same time. The sheer naughtiness of it gave her new vistas to explore. Her hands went out and stroked over the dangling boobs of the woman so intent on licking down her naked body.
She tweaked the firm little nubbin of nipple until Anne moaned softly. Then Amber shoved down with the palm of her hand and mashed the entire tit flat. She could feel the hard point of the nipple throb and pulse with every excited beat of the woman's heart.
Amber lifted her legs up to drape them over Randy's shoulders. The man's mouth worked miracles on her. He licked along her vulva, worked hard at the edges of her cuntlips, teased her clit, and then ran through the thick pussy fur. The feel of his tongue in her most private places made the girl come again.
"Fuck moooooooore!" she screamed. She hardly knew what she was saying. It didn't matter to her. She had one mouth firmly clamped over her left tit. And not just any mouth. This was another woman's mouth sucking and licking at her nipple. That made it lesbian lovemaking. Again. Just like before with Susan. The illicit thrill of having another woman making love to her set Amber's heart hammering harder and harder.
The obscene sucking and lapping noises from her pussy told her how really excited she was. Her cunt was drooling in the most lewd manner possible-and Randy was slurping all her love oil.
When the lights went out, the morals went down. And Randy and Anne were certainly going down on her now!
She could have died then and there. And when Randy's mouth left her hungry pussy, she almost did. Neglect of her aroused flesh was something she could hardly stand.
Randy said, "My cock's hard again! Who gets it?"
Amber cursed herself for being too slow. The blood pounded like a drum in her head. The tattoo of her pulse rushing through her brain slowed her, "Me!"
Anne was gone in a flash. By the time Amber realized what she had passed up by not claiming Randy's prick for herself, it was too late. Anne pressed Randy down flat onto his back.
Amber wanted to laugh at the sight before her. The man's prick jutted straight up and pointed at the ceiling. Anne dived down and straddled his waist. She grabbed his prick and pulled it toward her widespread cunt-lips. Amber caught her breath and felt nothing but intense desire as she saw the purpled knob on the end of his fuck-stick vanish between Anne's pinkly scalloped inner cunt-lips.
How she wished that was her on the receiving end!
Instead of getting Randy's cock all to herself, she was left alone on top of the desk. No one to eat her pussy, no longer any one sucking at her tits. Alone. And she wasn't going to put up with it!
"Here!" she declared, squatting down over Randy's face. "You forgot something." She jammed her snatch down so that it was well within reach of his thrusting tongue. The man didn't hesitate to give her what she-what they both-wanted.
His tongue started fucking her tiny pussy again, slow, rough strokes turning her into a raving, sex-crazed bitch.
Amber managed to open her eyes and when she did, a thrill of desire such as she had never felt raced through her young body. She kept her skirt hiked up enough so that Randy's face was exposed to her lusty gaze. But it wasn't the sight of his tongue entering her cunt-lips that turned her on the most. The sight of the naked Anne hunching up and down on the stiff rod of Randy's prick did it to her.
She came.
She shivered and shook and threatened to drown Randy with the sudden outpouring of her juices. But the girl didn't care. The sight of the dual fucking really got to her. She began stroking her hands across her own tits, feeling the flesh throb and quiver with desire. Tweaking her own nipples seemed to push her to the brink of orgasm again. But she stopped just short of coming.
She wanted to savor the sexual tensions she felt. She was being treated to the finest porno show imaginable. She was participating in an orgy!
Amber hardly believed this change in her was possible. The electricity goes off and she runs wild. She was normally a sedate, almost shy, girl. She worked at her secretary's job with some diligence, fending off the advances that her lecherous boss made. She knew she was good-looking. She also knew that wild, wanton sex orgies weren't for her. Or she had thought that until this instant She couldn't claim to having been a virgin before the power went off. She enjoyed fucking, but it usually had to be with a man she cared for a great deal. None of that screwing on the first date stuff for her. Sometimes she would go with a man for months before jumping into bed with him.
But tonight was different. Tonight was anonymous somehow. She no longer felt the constraints of civilized, socialized behavior on her. She could live. She could do whatever she wanted.
Lesbian sex was only part of it. Fucking with another man and a woman like she was now proved to be more fun than she could have imagined possible. What she had been missing all those years!
The sight of the lovely red fuck-stick vanishing into Anne's cunt was enough to make Amber come. She saw the shaft vanish one slow inch at a time. The blue-tinged cunt-lips poked out from under the woman's jet-black bush. The bush was dotted with sparkling drops of her cunt oils. As the cock went in, the look on the woman's face changed drastically. It was almost a grimace. There didn't seem to be any pleasure involved at all. But Amber knew that look. It was the look of a woman experiencing the height of desire, of lust, of fucking.
The sight of Randy's prick coming out of that gripping, juicy twat was even more of a turn-on for her. The cock pulled the clutching inner cunt-lips with it. The pinkly rippling pussy-lips gave the head of the cock an obscenely wet kiss as it left.
The cock, purpled head visibly throbbing, was covered with the woman's love oils. Slick and silvery, it paused for only a moment, then Anne's body came back down around it and the fucking was repeated over and over.
Amber turned her gaze upward a little and was surprised at how much she was getting off on the sight of Anne's tits bobbing around in front of her body. She couldn't help herself. She released her own ample tits and reached out to grip Anne's.
The woman's jet-black eyes shot open and a slow, lazy smile crossed her lips. She said, her voice blurred by the force of her self-fucking on Randy's stiff prick, "Go on, honey. Enjoy yourself. It's all for free and what else do we have to do?"
Amber didn't even want to try and answer that. She couldn't get her mind to work right, anyway. All that seemed to matter to her was the tongue worming its way deeper and deeper into her cunt and the smooth, silken flow of the other woman's tits under her fingers.
She squeezed down and was surprised when Anne came. She hardly thought such a simple movement on her part could give such obvious pleasure. She quickly changed her mind about her role in this triple fucking. Everyone could contribute equally.
Amber got to work then in the most pleasurable way possible. She stroked and moved her hands under Anne's tits. The other woman didn't have boobs as large as hers but Amber didn't even notice. The pendulous feel of tit-flesh pressing into the palms of her hands excited her. When she clamped finger and thumb onto the hard points of Anne's nipples, the woman came again.
Then came the moment of inspiration for Amber. She realized she need not have even a minor role in this fucking. She could control it all. All of it!
Anne controlled the pace of the fucking by lifting her body upward and allowing Randy's prick to slip from her humid, clinging interior. And then she would simply relax and let gravity pull her body back down around the thick, impaling spike of his prick. But Amber could speed it up.
And she did. Using her double grip on Anne's boobs, she pressed upward until Anne's body followed. She immediately pushed down, using her grip on the nipples to accentuate the need. Anne found herself fucking faster and faster.
The prick sailed all the way up her cunt and then jerked out as her body began to move in more and more spastic movements. When Amber leaned forward and kissed her, Anne came.
The feel of Anne's tongue flicking lightly against the very tip of hers made Amber even hotter, too. She was rocked forward on her knees, and this gave Randy a new angle to attack her pussy with his tongue. She felt the wet, rough, cock-like tongue working out of her cunt and back to her clit. This was all it required to get her off again.
The ice and iron grip of orgasm clutched harsly at her tender body, shaking her, rattling her teeth together. She clung fiercely to Anne, her fingers leaving ugly red marks on lily-white tit-flesh. But neither of them really noticed that. They were both lost in the wonderland of their individual comes.
"More," begged Anne. "I need more. Fuck faster!"
"You're the one controlling it," said Amber. "But I can help!" She moved the other woman up and down faster. She could smell the friction burning away the fuck juices. She could heard the lewd smucking noises as cock surged all the way up into needy cunt. And the girl felt the other's body tensing just prior to another big come.
Amber wanted to share it. She pressed her lips firmly against Anne's, her tongue driving between clenched lips. She found the other woman's tongue and immediately began caressing and stroking it with her own. The mixing of their salwas was like wine to her. She felt giddy and floating. She could hardly control the emotions running wild throughout her own body.
They both came together. Their worlds seemed to mingle and shatter as one. Never had Amber believed such an experience could exist. And the knowledge that Randy was so close, that his tongue continued to explore her snatch, made it all the more potent.
She trembled and shook all over. Her tits were half in and half out of her dress. She wanted to rip that useless garment from her body and be as gloriously naked as the others were. But to do that would require her taking her hands off the fleshy boobs so wantonly presented to her.
The dilemma wasn't resolved. She finally decided, her lust-dazed mind working slowly on the problem, that everything was getting along just fine as it was.
That Randy was totally covered by her skirt now hardly entered into the picture. She couldn't see his tongue parting her pink, puffy cunt-lips. She didn't have to. She could feel every slithery move he made. His hot breath aroused her naked cuntal flesh and sent hot flashes of carnal lightning all the way up into her belly.
And then Anne shrieked. She stiffened all over and arched her back, driving her cunt down around Randy's meaty, massive cock. When the woman relaxed, Amber realized that Randy had come. The tiny white river of gooey sperm leaking from Anne's still-convulsing cunt told the story.
She had lost out again.
Or had she?
She quickly pushed Anne flat onto her back. The woman was still too dazed from the come to protest. Lying full length on top of Randy, Amber quickly applied her mouth to Anne's flowing gash. Sucking, licking, lapping, she got mouthful after mouthful of come and cunt-juice. And Randy's eager tongue continued to lash and tease and toy with her cunt-lips.
She came a couple of times, but the whole thing was somewhat distant for her. She was lost in her own world of desire, wanting
Randy's stiff, fucking cock up her pussy more than anything else in the world.
And she would get it. She knew she would! Anything was possible when the lights went out.